Yay, new chapter! This one is a little short but it's just a bridge to get Luffy away from Privet Drive and to really get the plot moving!

Oh to my Guest Reviewer Michael, the Omake at the bottom is for you! It's directly related to your comment about Luffy running away.

Let me know what you liked and what you didn't! Enjoy~

What strange people the Dursleys were, Brook thought to himself. They were very rude and not very pleasant people to be around at all. Brook couldn't imagine his happy-go-lucky captain being raised by them, it was too sad to think about.

Still, the dinner with the Dursleys had left the pirate musician with more questions than answers. Somehow, Harry Potter was Monkey D. Luffy. Brook wasn't sure if the boy remembered his past life as a pirate, but he did remember how Harry had said his name when answering the door.

Brook had been alone for a long time after he lost the Strawhats. The curse immortality, he had said to himself years later. Never had he dreamed that somehow his lost friends would find their way back to him. Even if Harry never fully remembered being Luffy and this was as close as he came to being with his friends again Brook would be happy. After all Brook's dreams had always been about seeing his friends again.

"Brook?" The glamored skeleton turned to face the door. The boy didn't bother knocking or waiting for permission he just pushed the door open and came right in.

"Harry? Is something wrong?" Brook asked worriedly. Had the Dursleys bothered him?

"Maa," Luffy, because it could only be Luffy, said. "Play me a song Brook! Captain's orders!"

How many times had Brook heard that time from his captain's own mouth? Seeing a small thin eleven-year-old say them as he plopped onto the ground with a smile would have made Brook's heart twist (if he had one, but he didn't because he was a skeleton. Skull joke!).

"Captain?" He asked hopefully.

"Yeah?" Luffy said tilting his head to the side. "Are you going to play me a song Brook?"

With his substantial speed, Brook moved to his captain. "Shishishishi!" Luffy laughed as his musician wrapped him in a tight hug. "You're so boney Brook!"

"S-skull joke!" Brook wailed clutching his child-captain to him tightly. "I missed you so much Luffy! I've missed all of you so much!"

"Aack!" Luffy choked as Brook continued to squeeze him tightly.

"I was all alone again but then Albus found me and I went to Hogwarts but now you're back!" Brook rambled accidentally choking his captain.

The man with an afro continued his wailing and sobbing until Luffy managed to catch the older man on the face with his hand. "What? Oh! Are you okay?" Brook fretted seeing his blue-in-the-face captain.

Luffy sucked in a deep breath and shot Brook a thumbs up. "I'm great!" Luffy wheezed.

"I can't believe you're here," The musician said softly.

"What do ya' mean?" Luffy asked settling back into his spot on the floor.

Brook also shifted into a more comfortable position as he considered how to answer the question.

"Luffy, you died," Brook said bluntly. "Everyone died and I was left all alone."

Brook smoothed out his jacket before continuing. "I thought I'd never see you again," He told Luffy. "And now somehow, you've been reborn as Harry Potter of all people! It's quite the surprise."

"Why's me being Harry Potter such a big deal?" Luffy asked frowning. For his life thus far Harry Potter was nothing special. His aunt and uncle had sure Luffy had gotten that message loud and clear.

Brook's palm met his forehead with a loud smack. "It didn't even occur to me! YOU DON'T KNOW!"

"Know what?" Luffy whined eagerly. He was ready for his friend to finally let him in on the secret.

"You're a hero Luffy!" Brook said with a smile.

"I DON'T WANT TO SHARE MY MEAT!" Luffy yelled in denial.

Luffy had sat quietly and listened while Brook told him the story of the Boy-Who-Lived. The skeleton musician had weaved a tale that began with young love and ended in tragedy for the young family. Somewhere along the line Brook had even produced his violin and provided background music for the story.

"So let me get this straight," Luffy said trying to process everything. "My mum and dad were witches-"

"-Witch and wizard," Brook interrupted.

"I'm a witch-"

"-Wizard," Brook corrected

"And I'm going to this Hoggsy school-"

"-Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!"

"That's what I said! So I'm going to go learn magic?" Luffy asked to clarify the situation.

"Yes!" Brook said nodding.

"So cool," Luffy decided. "I don't know how I feel about this 'hero' stuff, though. I'd much rather be a pirate."

Brook chuckled sadly. "There aren't many pirates these days," The ancient skeleton told him.

Luffy paused for a moment and then slammed his fist into his open palm. "Fine then! It's decided! I'll be the first wizard pirate!"

Luffy saw a wide smile stretch across Brook's face. "Is that so? Then I humbly offer my services as a pirate musician!" Brook said with a half bow.

"Shishishishi," Luffy laughed scratching the back of his head. "You'll always be my musician, Brook!"

"Do you think the others are out there?" Luffy asked from his pile of blankets on the floor.

Brook and Luffy decided to have a sleepover, so Luffy had gathered all of the blankets from his and aunt and uncle's room to make a nest of sorts.

Brook hummed thoughtfully. "I don't see why they wouldn't be," Brook told Luffy. "If you have been reborn, it would make sense the rest of the crew has been as well."

Luffy yawned widely and nuzzled into the blankets and pillows underneath him. "I'm going to find them," Luffy muttered sleepily. "I'm going to find them and we can be wizard pirates together."

Brook smiled softly at his captain and wiggled deeper into his own bed. "I'm sure you will," Brook whispered into the darkness.

OMAKE

Why Luffy Never Ran Away from the Dursleys AKA Luffy v. Circle Suburban Housing Plans

"What are you doing, love?" Mr. Number Eleven asked his wife who was standing at the window with a strange look on her face.

"That Potter boy, The Dursley's nephew, is walking around the block again," Mrs. Number Eleven said watching the black haired child run rapidly on the sidewalk.

The Potter boy was dressed as poorly as ever, Mrs. Dursley had said it was difficult to get the boy to take care of his clothing, with a ragged backpack on his back.

From her window, a block over Mrs. Number Eleven had a perfect view of the child as he walked around the block and ended up back in front of Number Four. Each time the boy did so he appeared to grow more and more frustrated.

"He's likely just playing adventure," Mr. Number Eleven said. "At least it's keeping him out of trouble."

"But why is he just walking in a circle?" Mrs. Number Eleven asked. "It doesn't make any sense, he's done it every day this week!"

The man of the house just shook his head and patted his wife's hand. "Boys will be boys, my dear, leave him be, I'm sure he'll grow bored with it eventually."

"I hope so," Mrs. Number Eleven said moving away from the window after stealing one last look at the boy who was once again running the length of the block.