'Thoughts and dreams'


"Ron, go and wake everyone up. We'll be reaching the port in about an hour," Harry ordered Ron Weasley.

Ron is a little bit tall with a mop of fiery red hair, matching his vibrant beard and mustache. His freckled face bears the signs of a life at sea, weathered by saltwater and sun. He has a tattered but practical pirate's outfit, complete with a loose-fitting shirt, leather vest, and trousers, all in earthy, worn-down colors. Around his waist, a sturdy belt holds various tools and a cutlass.

"Aye, captain."

BANG! BANG! BANG!

"Cast off those blankets, ye sleepy scoundrels! Captain is calling. We are arriving at the port in an hour." Ron banged on two doors at once.

"Shut up, you freakin weasel. We're waking up. You fucker always disturb our sleep," an irritated voice said from inside.

Harry grinned at the quarterdeck. 'That's the reason I always send Ron to wake them.'

Again, Ron banged on someone else's door. "Wake up, lassies, yer beauty sleep is over."

When no one answered, he started to whistle and bang on the door.

Suddenly, the door opened, and one hand punched Ron directly in the nose. Ron fell backward after a blow.

"I always wanted to do that. My brother was getting insufferable lately," a female voice said and closed the door again in Ron's face.

Harry is rolling on the floor with laughter.

"Bloody females. Honestly, they are a crazy species." Ron Muttered as he stand up in his own feet.Seeing Harry's laughing face, Ron added, "You know they will react like that; that's why you send me to wake them up."

"No, of course not, mate, it's your own work. You were the one who whistles and bangs on their doors every day. It's just their payback." Grinning, Harry left the deck and went toward his private quarters.

Before entering his private quarters, he shouted, "And gather them on the deck in 30 minutes. I don't want any excuses from anyone."


"Listen up, mates," he began, his voice carrying the authority of a seasoned captain. "We've got business to attend to in London, and it's not the kind you'd expect from a crew of pirates."

A murmur of curiosity rippled through the crew, but they remained attentive.

"We're here to meet a Remus Lupin. I don't know where he is. He must be in the castle or somewhere in the Village of London. But he is renowned. We can find him on short notice," Harry continued. "But make no mistake, lads and lasses, this ain't a typical pirate raid. We need to keep our blades sheathed and our wits sharp."

The crew nodded in agreement.

"Here's the plan," Harry explained. "We sail into the Port of London under a flag of truce. We'll lower the Lion flag and raise a flag of peace to signal our intentions. No cannons, no swords - we're guests in their territory."

The crew members exchanged glances, their faces etched with a mixture of excitement and uncertainty.

"Once we've docked," the captain continued, "we'll disembark one by one, looking unarmed, with only a small crew to accompany me. Everyone should wear normal clothes."

At everyone's questioning glance, Harry added, "You all should look like a bit of normal people, not thieves. We all have to seem like rich merchants and their crew." Harry paused to give them time to digest the words he had said.

"I can't stress this enough, mates," he added. "We're pirates in a city of laws. One wrong move, and we could all find ourselves swinging from the gallows. So, mind your manners, keep your tempers in check, and let me do the talking."

The crew nodded in solemn agreement, understanding the gravity of the situation.

"Dean, Neville, Ron, Seamus, and Cedric, you guys come with me."

Seeing nods on the mentioned persons' faces, Harry continued, "Luna, Ginny, Lavender, Susan, Chang, Alicia, and Angelina, you women, talk with people near the port. Keep distracting port security with your beauty and silky talking. No other ship takes women as crew members, so they will not suspect you as pirates. Make sure to conceal your knives and guns. But stay near the ship. If anyone tries to evade and steal it, you guys should take action."

All the girls nodded in agreement.

"Fred, George, Lee, Wood, and you, Colin brothers, will buy these supplies." Fred and George started whispering with each other. Seeing this, Harry added, "There will be no pranking with anyone. You guys will get everyone in trouble."

He handed them the list of supplies they were going to buy in London. "Don't go far from the port. If you cannot find the item, don't try to get very inside. If anyone finds out we are invading, we have to leave quickly. No one should leave from the sight of the ship. Just be around."

He looked for anyone who had questions for clarification, but no one seemed to ask. Again, for formality, he asked, "Is everything loud and clear?"

"Aye, captain," all said in chorus.

Now he was sure everyone seemed to understand. He finally said, "Okay, mates, go and wear the simplest type of clothes you guys have."

All of them turned to leave, whispering to each other. Harry, upon seeing Ron's face, one side covered with dust due to the previous fall on the floor, added, "Ron, wash your face also."

With the crew gathering on deck in their plainest clothes, Harry looked them over with a satisfied nod. They all resembled ordinary folks, not the fearsome pirates they truly were. Ron had cleaned the dust from his face and stood ready.

Harry barked out orders, "Alright, everyone, remember to stay together and act like you've never seen a pirate ship before. We're just a bunch of humble merchants and crew members."

As they approached the Port of London, Harry signaled for the Lion flag to be lowered and replaced it with a flag of peace. The crew worked in harmony, showing their expertise in following orders. The ship glided into the port with a sense of calm, no cannons or swords in sight.

Once docked, Harry led the way off the ship, followed closely by Dean, Neville, Ron, and Cedric. They strolled casually, blending into the throngs of people along the bustling port.

Among Harry's team, Cedric has a tall and athletic frame, his broad shoulders giving him a strong presence among the crew. He's known for his calm and collected demeanor. His dark hair and blue eyes are where girls around him get flustered.

Neville is the healer among all of them. He knows how to use all the sea plants. Compared to his crewmates, Neville is a bit shorter but no less courageous. His kind, round face often breaks into a warm smile. He looks like an innocent person who will become sad after losing a puppy, but from inside, Neville is far from innocent.

Dean is of average height but possesses a charismatic charm that sets him apart. He is an artist among the others. Mapping and drawing are his specialties.

Seamus is known for his fiery red hair that matches his fiery personality. He's a bit taller than some of his crewmates, and his quick temper can be as explosive as a cannon's roar. He is a bit of an unstable type of person.

"What do you mean we look like pirates? You are making a serious allegation against us. We are merchants. We can complain about your behavior to your seniors," Harry threatened the security.

"Sorry, sir, I think I have deeply mistaken you for pirates with a similar face like yours," Security added meekly. "But documentation is needed, sir."

"Do we have any documents, Captain?" Neville whispered.

"I have some forged documents, but their dating is from 20 years ago. I think my parents used them at their time. You guys just have to distract him when he tries to check the date," Harry whispered back.

At this, Neville looked up and nodded to all the group members. They all nodded in return. Harry gave the documents to security.

While security was checking them, Cedric tripped and pushed Neville toward the security. Neville fell brutally onto the security and tore the paper in half, accidentally, of course. Again, when he tried to get back on his feet, he intentionally disposed of one half into the water.

"Oops, sorry, it seems that this wooden floor is a bit slippery. I didn't do anything, did I?" Neville asked and helped the security to stand up.

"No, sir, not at all. Sometimes accidents happen," Security replied and looked everywhere to find the half piece of paper, but he was a little late for that.

"There it is, sir," Dean pointed his hand toward the floating piece of paper. Security ran toward it. Behind him, all the others ran too. Security tried to retrieve it with a stick, but it got further torn into many smaller pieces.

"Oh, Neville, what have you done? We will go at a big loss now. What will I present as my gift to the King of Spain? He will be angry with me," Harry said, a little more dramatically.

At the mention of the name "King of Spain" and "gift," the security's ears perked up.

"Don't worry, sirs. I will make a new document. You can go further into town for purchases. I will give the documents to your other crew members," security reassured them as fast as possible.

"Okay," recovering quite fast from his drama, Harry pointed toward Fred and George. "You can give the new documents to them when you've finished."

"Yes, sir, I will do," Security answered and started moving toward his cabin.

"Stop, take this as well," Harry handed two coins in his hand and added, "For your help and kind words."

After that, they started to move toward the city.