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Harry
grinned as he saw Jack swagger over the deck of the Pearl, a bottle of
rum in one hand. The pirate soon came over to Harry who was leaning against the
rail.
“What’s
that?” Jack asked pointing to the bottle of Firewhiskey in Harry’s hand.
“A gift.”
Harry replied with a smirk.
“Aye,
whatever, but is it rum?!” Jack demanded and waved his arms about.
“Nope, ‘tis
Firewhiskey. Got it from Fred and George.”
“The
red-‘ead twins?”
“Aye.”
“Let me
‘ave a swig.”
“I thought
ye didn’t like whiskey?” Harry said and pulled the bottle out of Jack’s grip.
Jack shrugged.
“I’m willin’ te try, ain’t I? So, come on, give some to yer ol’ pal Jack.”
Harry
sniggered but gave in. “Drink it slowly, or ye’ll burn up.”
“Nothin’
like this was e’er meant te be drunk slowly, lad.”
“Don’t say
I didn’t warn ye.” Harry smirked as Jack titled the whole bottle backwards like
he usually did with the rum. A second later he started harking and smoke
started to come out of his ears. Harry caught the bottles before Jack dropped
them, and conjured up a glass of water while smiling at his ancestor.
“Jumpin’
jellyfish!” Jack stared at the Firewhiskey. “Thank ye.” He said as Harry handed
him the water.
“Too strong
fer ye Jack?”
“Ne’er! Let
me ‘ave some more.”
“Alright,
but drink slowly this time, savvy?” Harry smirked again and gave the
pirate-captain the bottle. He kept the rum.
“Savvy.”
Jack grinned. “Imagine what would ‘appen if ye mixed this with rum!”
Shaking his
head Harry went to the other side of the ship. Jack was impossible, and he
refused to admit that he had a drinking problem. In fact, every pirate Harry
had met so far refused to admit they had a drinking problem. He grinned as he
spotted Anamaria going towards the castle.
“Oy, Ana!”
he called.
The woman
turned. “What?!”
“Don’t do
anythin’ I wouldn’t do!”
“Scallywag!”
she yelled to him, but he could hear the laughter in her voice.
“Always!”
Harry replied and chuckled. Anamaria had been exceptionably clean in the last
couple of days, and he knew it was all because of her dearest Potion Master.
Snape had also been acting slightly out of character lately. He was actually
nice to some people – those only including Dumbledore, Hermione and Draco – but
still it was an improvement from hating everyone who crossed his path. Perhaps
Anamaria would be a nice influence on the Head of Slytherin.
He chuckled
and shook his head. They would be a good couple.
~~~~~~*~~~~~~
It was a
few days later that it started.
Harry and
Jack were standing at the helm of the Pearl, Anamaria – who was supposed
to be fixing ropes – was off into her own world, rope and everything else
forgotten at the moment. Gibbs was talking to Cotton, and otherwise the crews
were relaxing on a fine summer day.
The Turner
family were in Hogwarts talking with the Phoenix Agents and the Professors,
something they had been doing much lately. Therefore it was a great surprise
when all four of them came running out, shouting and waving their arms in the
air to get attention.
“What’s
goin’ on?” Jack asked once the first member of the family was aboard.
Bootstrap
helped Jacqueline up. “Voldemort has decided that this is a nice day for an
attack at Diagon Alley.” He puffed. “So the Order has made up its mind. They
will attack him before he attacks Diagon Alley.”
“Do they
know where ‘e’s stationed?” Harry asked.
“They
called it the Riddle House.” Will said and was the last Turner aboard. “You
know of it?”
“I do,”
Harry replied darkly. “It’s just o’er a village called Little Hangleton. We are
goin’ Jack?”
“O’ course
we are!” Jack replied. “I want te blow the bejuses outta Voldie with me little
cannons!”
Harry
chuckled. “What are we waiting fer then?”
“Fer ye and
Bootstrap to get to yer own ships.” Jack grinned.
Harry
smirked in reply and transformed into his eagle form. The crew that had been
assigned to the Raven quickly gathered and Bootstrap had his crew under
control in minutes. They watched as the Order of the Phoenix exited Hogwarts in
red and gold robes, hurried pas the anti-apparation ward and were gone with
numerous pops. Jack, Bootstrap and Harry yelled out orders and soon the three
ships were once again surrounded by fog. Led by the Black Pearl they set
out towards the battle of the century.
Harry
wasn’t smiling this time, but was gazing ahead with grim determination and
concentration. This was going to be the final battle between himself and
Voldemort, and only Voldemort would die.
The crews
of the three ships were silent as the grave. They were going into a wizards
battle, and the only thing they were worried about were the fact that magic
would be the only thing used in this battle.
“What are
we goin’ te do about that?” Anamaria asked Harry after having reminded him of
this.
“As Jack
said, blast the bejuses outta ‘em. Ye and the crew stay onboard and fire at
‘em.” Harry replied.
“I just
‘ope we ‘ave enough cannonballs fer a while.” The woman said.
“That is o’
course a chance te take. And don’t ye worry about our dearest Potion Master.
‘E’ll do fine.” He smiled reassuringly to her.
Anamaria
just nodded and went to tell the crew what they would be doing under the fight.
It took
them an hour to reach Little Hangleton, and by that time the battle was well
under way. Spells were flying all over the place, dead and wounded from both
sides were littering the ground. Harry spotted Dumbledore in the middle of the
fight, back to back with Snape, but there was no sign of Voldemort.
Jack let
the fog go and to the spectators the three ships seemed to just materialise out
of nowhere.
Harry gave
over the helm to Anamaria and jumped off the ship. He was quickly followed by
Jack who jumped off his own ship. The two of them grinned to each other, drew
the weapons and jumped straight into the fight. Cannonballs joined the fray and
the Death Eaters – who hadn’t expected anything like this – took some time to
regroup and gather themselves.
Harry made
his way over to Dumbledore and Snape and smirked. “Need ‘elp, Professors?”
Dumbledore’s
eyes tinkled and he blinked when a well-aimed cannonball took care of his two
opponents. “Oh my!”
Snape
rolled his eyes, but smirked. He threw up a shield charm just in time. “Any
help is welcome, Potter!”
Harry
mock-saluted and threw a knife at the attacking Death Eater. The man went down
without a sound, looking completely surprised at being taken down by a muggle
weapon. The Raven floated past them.
“How’s it
goin’?!” Anamaria asked grinning.
“I think
we’re winnin’ but the Big Bad Voldie’s still not ‘ere!” Harry replied.
“Jack seems
te ‘ave a good time nonetheless!” the woman pointed to Jack who was happily
frying Death Eaters left and right.
“That’s
Jack fer ye!” Harry grinned one last time then hurried over to another group of
Death Eaters.
“POTTER?!?!”
one of them exclaimed.
“In the
flesh, mates!” Harry replied before staring to slash with his cutlass and
dagger. He added a few spells into that and it didn’t take long before he had
taken down five of the eight Death Eaters. The remaining ones looked at each
other and started to run for it, but Harry just Stunned them and bound them,
then moved on to his next victim.
He came
face to face with a tall man who still had his mask on. The man stopped and
stared at Harry once he saw him, he seemed shocked for some reason. But Harry
had no time to get into a staring contest, and Stunned the man before the other
could even think about moving. He bound the Death Eater and took off the mask.
Harry closed his eyes to gather himself. Staring back at him was the face of none
other than Ron.
Harry
gulped, mentally shook himself and looked down at the fallen man as he stood.
“I’m sorry mate.” He whispered then moved off.
“Green-Eyes!”
Jack’s voice made Harry swing around. The pirate-captain was running towards
him. “There, on the ridge!” he pointed and Harry followed his finger. “Am I
right in guessin’ that that’s our dear Voldemort?”
Harry
looked at the smirking snakelike, red-eyed man and nodded. “Aye, that’s him.”
He growled.
Jack turned
Harry towards himself. “Knock that bastard to hell, will you?” he asked also
having lost every trace of pirate-accent.
Harry
mimicked Jack and put his own hands on the other man’s shoulders. “Thanks for
everything Jack.”
“Nothing to
worry about lad.”
“If I don’t
make it take care of the Raven will you?”
“And you
take care of the Pearl for me if I shouldn’t make it. Do we have an
accord?” Jack offered his hand.
“We do.”
Harry shook the hand and smirked. “Now lets go and show Voldie why ‘e should
ne’er mess with a Sparrow.”
“After ye,
lad.” Jack grinned as well.
With that
they turned towards Voldemort and set off towards the Dark Lord.
Voldemort
saw them coming and blinked a few times before everything fell into place. He
realised where Harry had disappeared off to ten years ago, he knew who the
pirate walking next to Potter was, he knew everything. And he didn’t like it.
“Well,
well, Potter and Sparrow. I should’ve known you would be a thorn in my side
Sparrow. Barbossa told me everything before you turned him into dust. Actually
I must thank you for that one. He was starting to get on my nerves.”
“And yer
startin’ te get on mine.” Jack replied. “Why don’t ye just give up and everyone
can go ‘ome ‘appy and all that?”
Voldemort
rolled his eyes. “Barbossa did say you would act like a complete idiot. I guess
he got one thing right.”
“Lets get
this o’er with.” Harry cut in. “I want te get back te the Raven.”
“And I te
me Pearl,” Jack agreed.
“If we
must.” Voldemort grinned evilly. “First things first, though. Elpeli!” A
white, see-through jet of light shot out of Voldemort’s wand faster than they
could blink, and hit Jack in the chest. The pirate was thrown off his feet and
landed almost in the middle of the battlefield. “Now we can duel Harry.”
Harry stood
with a straight back and stared Voldemort evenly in the eyes. Voldemort felt
some doubt enter his brain, but squashed it at once. This little whelp was not
going to stop him, not when he was so close to his goal.
He raised
his wand and pointed it at the young man. “Where’s your wand Potter?”
“At the
bottom o’ Davy Jones’ Locker,” Harry replied and his muscles tightened. “But
that doesn’t mean I’ll need it.”
“We’ll see
about that when I kill you. Avada Kedavra!”
The green
beam of light shot straight at Harry, but he avoided it easily. And so the
battle between them began.
~~~~~~*~~~~~~
That’s
that. What do you think.
The story
is soon finished mates, just a couple of chapters left.
Thanks to
those who took the time to read and review.
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