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Prates and wizards

Disclaimer:
I own neither
Pirates of the Caribbean nor Harry Potter.

Authors
Note: I�m trying to
keep everyone from POTC in character, but I can�t promise anything. So please
bear with me.

Thanks to
my friend and beta, Paladin Steelbreaker.

Chapter One

Harry
sighed as he watched the owl come soaring towards him. It was the owl the Order
sent every three days to check on him and to keep his spirits up. When were
they going to realise that nothing could cheer him up except for the return of
Sirius? Sure Professor Lupin � �Call me Remus� � was still as nice and a great
support, but slowly Harry sunk into depression. He didn�t sleep, he didn�t eat,
he just sat in his room at the Dursleys and dreamt up millions of ways he
could�ve saved Sirius or what their life would�ve been if they had moved
together after his third year. Or versions of how it would be if he had lived
with Sirius from the beginning. He included Cedric in those dreams as well. The
two of them would be best friends since kinder garden, then they would start at
Hogwarts together and meet Hermione and Ron, and all of them would be happy and
have a chance at being children. Voldemort would not come back at all, his mother
and father would wake up from a magical coma, Malfoy would be thrown out of
school, everything would be wonderful. Then he would wake up from the dream and
remember exactly where he was and what had happened. Then the guilt would come
back tenfold and he would hold the pillow close to himself until the tears
stopped. A few times he fainted form exhaustion, then the dreams of Voldemort
came. The Dark Lord was constantly telling him it was his fault that Sirius had
died, everything was his fault. And Harry accepted that.

The
Dursleys kept away from him mostly due to the fact that the Order had
threatened them at the station, but also because they could sense the immense
sadness surrounding their nephew. Even Vernon didn�t have the heart to order
the boy around. To tell the truth it wasn�t as fun anymore, before he would be
able to see the restrained anger in those green eyes, but now there was
nothing. Petunia discovered that she actually had a place in her heart for the
son of her sister. She regularly went up to his room with food and to feed and
clean the owl as Harry forgot it sometimes. It scared her to see Lily�s green
eyes so dead and lifeless when she remembered them so full of life and
rebellion against anything called law and order. Dudley was mostly out
terrorising the neighbourhood kids, and he couldn�t understand why his parents
were so worried for a freak like Harry. Sure, the freaks at the station had
threatened them, but that was no excuse to ignore the little shit. Now Dudley
had to do the scrawny brat�s chores, something he detested.

Harry
sighed and moved away and allowed the owl to fly through the window. He really
had no idea why they sent these letters to him when they were keeping their
eyes on him anyways. He untied the letter and the owl � who had learned not to
expect a treat � flew off to Hedwig�s unoccupied cage where it drank before
waiting patiently for Harry to read and reply to the letter.

�Dearest
Harry,

How are
you doing? Are you sure that you are completely alright? You seemed to have
spilled something on your last letter, there were several smudges in the ink.
Were you crying? It�s alright, let it all out, you can�t keep it all bottled
up.

Well,
there�s nothing new here. Dumbledore pops in and out, Molly is her usual self,
the twin�s joke shop is going splendidly and they have turned to making useful
weapons for us in their spare time. Ron and Hermione bicker, Ginny is
corresponding an awful lot with Neville and someone called Luna Lovegood. Tonks
is still mad as a hatter, and both she and Kingsley have their hands full in
trying to keep the Ministry under control. Fudge is still being an idiot, but a
more bearable one.

Owl me
at once if you get another vision. Dumbledore says to practice your occlumency.
Please, Harry, do what he tells you to. He�s doing it for your best interest.
I�ll check with him if you can�t visit us in the last week before school
starts.

Take
care,

Remus Lupin�

The Boy Who
Lived shook his head and found a parchment to write on.

�I�m fine.
Nothing to worry about. Say hi to everyone, and be extra nice to Buckbeak.

Harry�

That was
his usual letter and this was no exception. He tied it to the owl and it flew
off after giving him an encouraging nip in the finger. Harry went back to his
bed and stared at the ceiling. He just wanted Sirius, or someone to call
family, to be there. Was that too much to ask for? With those thoughts swirling
in his head he fell asleep not noticing the unnatural fog that gathered
outside. Nor having any idea that his life was about to change, and this time
for the better.

~~~~~~*~~~~~~

As the fog
settled over Little Whinging people hurried home and shops closed. There was
something unnatural about this fog, something dangerous. Mothers and fathers
quickly got their children, and not even the toughest boys dared to stay out,
no matter if they were over the age of twenty. There was just something��

The fog was
particularly thick in the area around Privet Drive. Mundungus Fletcher, who was
on watch-duty that night, shuddered and hurried back to Arabella�s. He�d rather
face her wrath than to stay out in the fog. Therefore he didn�t notice the huge
black shape that came floating through the fog. Not even a person standing five
feet away would see more than something dark moving, so thick was the fog.

The black
thing turned out to be a ship named the Black Pearl, a name that suited
her well. She was made of dark brown, almost black, wood, her sails were black
as well, and she gave off a feeling of danger.

The ship
floated through the fog as if it was floating on water. There was a few feet
between her bottom and the pavement. She didn�t make a noise except for the
ropes. The crew was watching the houses going by with great interest. None of
them had ever thought that the future could be like this, and they had all
refused when their captain had offered to put them ashore before going on this
adventure.

They
stopped outside a house that looked like the others. It was white, with a
driveway, one of these self-moving carriages standing in the path up to the
front door. A number 4 in brass was hung by the door, shining slightly in the
light of the lamp that stood there as well. Ropes were thrown off the ship and
five of the crew started to lower themselves down. Once their feet touched the
ground they surrounded the house searching for a way in. They found an open
window on the first floor.

�That�s
where �e is.� One of them mumbled. �Anamaria, we�re gonna need yer climbin�
abilities.�

�Already on
it, Capt�n.� A female voice replied before one of the people swung a grasping
hook and threw it. After a few pulls to make sure it was secure the first
person that had spoken began to climb. He was quickly followed by the rest.

They
silently entered the small room and looked around. In the corner stood a trunk
and two of them were ordered to take it with them. A white owl sat in her cage
and watched them with interest. Another man took the owl and soothingly stroked
it to keep it quiet. The two people that were left looked at the bed where a
small boy was sleeping.

�Are ye
sure �e�s 16?� the woman asked. � �E looks more like 12.�

�That�s
�im.� The man picked up the boy and shook his head at how light he was. �C�mon
before someone awakes.�

The woman
nodded and together they managed to slowly lower the boy to the ground. The boy
didn�t wake up during the trip back to the ship, nor when they carefully put
him in a cabin. He didn�t feel the powerful pull that indicated that the ship
had started moving, neither did he see the fog shaping itself into a swirling
hole big enough for the ship to pass through. Once the ship was through the fog
and the hole disappeared. The night became warm again and people blinked in
surprise.

The only
thing that was left was a rope hanging outside the window on the first floor in
Number 4, Privet Drive.

~~~~~~*~~~~~~

Harry
snuggled deeper into the bed. It was warm and good and�� and there was
something seriously wrong with this picture. For one his bed wasn�t this good.
Two: he didn�t have nightmares. Three: the room wasn�t supposed to be moving
like that. And four: since when did the smell and sound of the sea get to
Privet Drive?

His eyes
snapped open and his mouth dropped. He was in a cabin, that much was certain.
There was a desk there, a chair some cabinets and a wardrobe. Harry�s own trunk
stood by the head of the bed and Hedwig stood there as well. A new set of
clothes was put out for him on the trunk. Dark pants, knee-high boots, a shirt
with enormous sleeves, a bandana, a sash, a triangular hat and a dagger. He
quickly got dressed and looked at himself. Everything was too big for him, so
he folded the boots until they didn�t come longer than to his lower shin. The
sash he used to keep the pants up however he didn�t use the bandana.

Just as he
started to explore the cabin further, the door opened and in came a man. He was
dressed in dirty clothes that looked a lot like the ones Harry had been given.
Once he saw Harry he grinned and revealed several gold-teeth.

�Good te
see ye awake, whelp.� He said in an accent that made Harry wonder if the man
was drunk. �I am Jack Sparrow, Captain of this lovely ship the Black Pearl.�
Harry just blinked and sat down at the bed. He wasn�t up for fighting. The man
frowned. �You never �eard of me?�

�No, sir.�

�Drop the
sir, whelp. I�m a pirate not some bloody redcoat.� Jack sat down on the chair
and faced Harry. �Ye wanna know where, what and why, right?�

�Yes si-
captain.� Harry nodded.

�Well then,
lets start at the beginin�.� Then Jack started to tell Harry of the gypsy
woman, but he avoided certain facts like the one that he was forced to help the
boy. Better to let him believe it was all free will. Then he told Harry of
their relation and grinned. �So, what�dya wanna do? I�m givin� ye the afternoon
off, and t�morrow we start yer trainin� as a pirate.�

Harry just
stared at him. He hadn�t said a word during the whole one-sided conversation.
�I don�t care. Anything is fine with me.�

It was Jack�s
turn to blink. This kid seriously needed to learn to live again. �Right, then
we�re goin� out te meet the crew. They�ve been worried about ye, ye know.�

The boy
shrugged and opened Hedwig�s cage. The owl hooted and landed on his shoulder
and he followed the older man out the door and on deck. The crew dropped
whatever was in their hands and gathered around, most of them hurried up from
the lower decks where they had hid themselves from the sun.

�Mates!�
Jack called. �I want ye te meet Harry Potter!�

The only
female on board that Harry could see, came over to them and stared at his eyes.
�Hmm, wonderful eyes there, Green-Eyes. I�m Anamaria.�

Harry shook
her hand but didn�t say anything. He wasn�t sure what to make of the situation,
it needed time to settle in his head, for him to accept that he was on a ship
in the 1600ds, his ancestor was a pirate, and he was going to be trained as a
pirate. Why did he always end up in the most unlikely of situations?

~~~~~~*~~~~~~

There. It�s
done. What do you think?

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Pirates and Wizards

Prates and wizards

Chapter One