Pirates and Wizards | By : Letalis Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > General - Misc Views: 11794 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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“There,”
Gibbs said as he finished wrapping Harry’s wrist. “It shoul’ stop throbbin’ in
a couple o’ days. If not then come te me and we’ll see what needs ter be done.”
Harry
nodded gratefully. “Thanks Gibbs.”
“Nuthin’ te
worry ‘bout lad.” Gibbs looked up and smiled. “ ‘E’s all yers Capt’n.”
Harry
looked towards the door and smiled upon seeing Jack standing there leaning
against the doorframe. Gibbs nodded to them both and left the cabin that Harry
had gotten as his own. Jack came in and closed the door after himself.
“Ye
alright?” he asked and sat down in the chair that Gibbs had previously
occupied.
“As fine as
could be expected.” Harry replied and moved his wrist up and down. He winced at
the pain.
“Keep it
still ‘til tomorrow, or yer gonna ruin it completely.” The pirate shook his
head. “And I who thought that only the East India Tradin’ Company did that. Up fer
a night in the rowdy galley with the others?”
Harry
nodded and smiled. “Sure, ain’t goin’ te let somethin’ like this stop me.”
Jack nodded
and stood up. “They’re eager to ‘ear what ‘appened and how ye got caught.” He
said as he led the way.
“Yeah,
speakin’ of that, I met a few cellmates of yers.” Harry said his green eyes
twinkling.
“Oh?”
“Yes, the
same ones as the time the Pearl was under command of Barbossa and blew
up Port Royal.”
Jack
chuckled. “Were they still callin’ fer the dog?”
“Yep.”
“Did it
work?”
“Nope.”
Anamaria
grinned as the two of them entered the dining area and nodded towards a free
table. “There it is lads, just waitin’ fer ye to sit down and eat. Welcome back
Harry.”
Harry and
Jack sat down and the table and the female pirate served them as she was the
cook tonight.
“What’s
this luv?” Jack asked and prodded the thin thing with a finger.
“A
pancake.” She replied. “It’s very good, Harry’s invention.”
Harry
grinned and started to eat with gusto. “It’s good Jack, ye’ll like it.”
Jack
prodded the thing once again and sniffed. “At least it doesn’t stink.”
Anamaria
threw a fork at him which Jack dodged.
~~~~~~*~~~~~~*{
8 months later }*~~~~~~*~~~~~~
Harry and
Jack made their way towards the mansion. They were once again back in Port
Royal, this time to visit the Turner-duo which had recently turned into a trio.
Christine
let them in at once and led them through the house up to the living room. “Most
of the others are at the Fort,” she told them. “Commodore Norrington and the
others are waiting for a new ship that’s coming. The captain of it is supposed
to be very handsome from what I hear, but then again no one in Port Royal have
seen him yet.”
“And why
would this ship be a-comin’ to Port Royal, luv?” Jack asked.
“It’s a
privateer ship sent from England. They’re hunting for you two and the Pearl.
Here we are.” She knocked on the door and stick her head inside. “Miss, there’s
someone here to see you.”
“Jack!
Harry!” Elizabeth exclaimed as she saw the two pirates lurking in the corridor
behind the maid. “Come in! Will’s not here at the moment, he’s gone to check
out this new ship, the Stormeagle.”
Harry just
smiled. “Hello to you too.”
Elizabeth
stood up and waved them over to a crib that stood not far from her chair. “Come
and look. It’d be a real shame if you two didn’t see your goddaughter.”
“God-what?!”
both Harry and Jack said at the same time.
“Goddaughter.”
The proud mother repeated. She reached into the crib and gently picked up a
small bundle of clothes. Removing some of them revealed a small pinkish face
and a tuft of dark hair. The baby stretched and yawned before opening her eyes.
“I want you to meet Jacqueline Henrietta Turner.”
Jack
blinked in surprise when Elizabeth handed the baby over to him. “Was I ever
that small?” he wondered out loud.
“O’ course
ye were,” Harry replied and tickled the baby. Small, chubby fingers wrapped
around his finger and the baby giggled. “She’s beautiful.” He said to
Elizabeth. “And I’m honoured.”
The woman
smiled. “Nothing to it really, but I’m glad you accept.”
“Ol’ Jack’s
gonna make a pirate outta ye one day soon.”
“Not in a
few years yet,” Elizabeth smiled. “Wait until she’s six at least.”
Harry
chuckled. “Think ye can handle that, Jack? Wait for six years?”
“O’ course
I can. I’ve got ye to keep me occupied, whelp.” Jack grinned and went right
back to tickle the baby.
“That’s one
of the weirdest things I’ve ever seen,” Harry confided in Elizabeth. “And I
include the reaction to Hedwig into this as well.”
“Who’s
Hedwig?” she asked as she poured them some tea.
“Me owl. A
Snowy Owl. I can send messages with ‘er, and once she gets te her destination
she waits fer a reply.”
“You know
Harry, I’ve noticed that you sometimes loose all pirate-accent and talk like an
Englishman. Anything you want to share?”
“Jack did
say my mother was a maid, but he never said where now did he?” Harry winked and
grinned. “You assumed I came from these parts, when I could be coming from the
other side of the world.”
The baby
giggled and drew all attention to herself again. Jack was having a jolly good
time ticking and playing with her, and Harry and Elizabeth exchanged amused
looks from time to time. They agreed on one thing: Jack was weird.
~~~~~~*~~~~~~*{
6 years later }*~~~~~~*~~~~~~
“Uncle
Jack! Uncle Harry!” the words were shortly followed by a small blur which
attached itself to said people’s legs and refused to let go. “Am I coming with
you this time, huh? Am I?”
Harry
chuckled and ruffled the dark hair. “There, easy now lass. Ye ‘ave te ask Jack
‘bout that.”
The girl
let go of his leg and turned her full attention on the other man. “Am I? Am I?”
Jack glared
briefly at Harry who just smirked, before looking down at his goddaughter. “Not
yet, luv. But soon.” He tried to walk, but Jacqueline hung on to his leg.
“Ye’ll ‘ave te let go o’ me, or we’re not goin’ te get anywhere.”
The girl
giggled and let go. “Oh, I want to show you something. Wait here!” she squealed
and ran out of the kitchen and past Elizabeth who shook her head.
“Where she
gets the energy I’ve no idea.” Then the mother turned towards the two pirates.
“I thought it might be you two by the way she squealed. How are you?”
“Fine as
can be,” Harry replied and dropped his accent. “And I see everything’s alright
with you and yours.”
“Indeed it
is.” Elizabeth looked around then leaned in. “I heard earlier that the Stormeagle
was on its way to Port Royal after having followed a merchant ship safely to
India. She’s getting quite the reputation, almost as fearsome as yours Jack.”
“Hmm, we
‘aven’t seen ‘er yet, but I think it’s time te pay this Stormeagle a
visit.” The pirate-captain mumbled.
“Just be
careful. Her captain isn’t a fool, and knows most of the tricks in the trade.”
“That was
before ‘e met with Captain Jack Sparrow luv.” Jack grinned.
Harry
rolled his eyes. “Yer impossible.”
“And yer
not? I’m tellin’ ye ‘Beth, just last week ‘e charmed me hair yellow and
wouldn’t take it away until I threatened ‘im with walking the plank.”
“Oh? I seem
te remember tha-” Harry found himself unable to continue due to the fact that
Jack had slapped a hand over his mouth.
“Kids these
days, naught but lies comin’ outta their mouths.” Jack sighed.
Elizabeth
chuckled. “You are both impossible.” She said.
“Here I
am!” Jacqueline said slightly out of breath and jumped into the room. She was
wearing a bandana, had a black eye patch and had a wooden sword that she waved
around. She affected a deep voice and laughed. “Hahaha! I be the scariest
pirate on the seven seas! Hahaha!”
“Oh woe
us!” Harry chuckled and put his hands up. “Don’t hurt us O gruesome pirate.”
“Uncle
Harry, it’s just me!” the little girl took off the patch and the bandana.
“Why, so it
is!” the green-eyed young man sounded relived. “I was beginnin’ to fear for me
life!”
Jack
grinned. “And ye say I spoil ‘er?”
“Yep!”
“Ye might
be right. Come ‘ere!” Jack grabbed Jacqueline and lifted her into his lap then
started to tickle her.
~~~~~~*~~~~~~
Hermione
gasped for breath as she ran. The group of Death Eaters on her trail were
closing in fast.
The war
against Voldemort had been going on for seven years now, and so far the Light
Side had had the upper hand. That was, until Severus had been discovered as a
spy and nearly killed. The Potion Master now spent his days making potions for
the Order and the Ministry. However, Lady Luck hadn’t completely abandoned them
when a new spy had arisen, none other than Draco Malfoy. And he was also the
reason why Hermione was currently running through the seedier part of London.
They were supposed to meet, but a group of Death Eaters had seen her before she
got to the assigned place, and now she was almost done for.
She yelped
and ducked around a corner as a spell went whizzing over her head. She was not
going to give up without a fight. Ron was waiting for her in the Headquarters.
She couldn’t disappoint her fiancé, nor her parents.
Hermione
screamed as a hand grabbed her waist and pulled her against a hard body – or at
least she tried to. Another hand was quickly put over her mouth and only a
muffled yelp escaped.
“Quiet
Granger,” Malfoy’s voice growled from somewhere around her ear. “You want them
to find us?”
Hermione
stopped fighting at once and watched as the Death Eaters ran past their hiding
place. She let out a relived breath. That had been close. “Thank you Draco.”
“Whatever.”
Malfoy replied. “You want the information or not?”
“Of course
I do. What have you got?”
“Nothing
much. Voldemort’s still pissed off at Potter’s disappearance, he’s breeding
dementors, torturing people, you know, the usual.”
Hermione
glared at his nonchalant manner. “Nothing else?”
Malfoy
thought about it, strands of his long hair blowing into his face. “He said
something about trying to assassinate someone, but I’ve no idea what, who or
when.”
“Alright,
thank you.” She sighed and looked around. “I better get back before those Death
Eaters come again.”
“See you
around Granger.” The Slytherin smirked and disappeared with a pop and Hermione
followed.
Neither of
them noticed the small, grey rat with a silver paw that disappeared down the
sewer.
~~~~~~*~~~~~~
There,
that’s done. What do you think?
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