One of my favorite new stories. HP/OP. Read on and enjoy.

Will of D chapter 1

On a small island in the south blue, fifteen year old Harry Potter watched the monitor displaying the execution of Portgaz D. Ace, second commander of the whitebeard pirates. As expected, the whitebeard pirates arrived in full force, led by their captain.

Edward Newgate, better known as whitebeard, was the hero of their town. This small island is famous among pirates as the birthplace of the greatest pirate of his generation. Surpassed only by Gold Roger for the greatest of all time. As such, much like rougetown in the east blue, many children dream of being pirates in this town. Himself included, of course.

The war raged on, and aside from a period of ten minutes when the communications were lost, Harry didn't miss a second. After over two hours, it was drawing to a close. 'Fire Fist' Ace was killed by a marine admiral, just after his brother, 'Straw Hat' Luffy, managed to rescue him from the execution block.

His death drove the whitebeard pirates into frenzy, but none more so than their captain. With one blow, he sent the admiral crashing into the fortress at the marine fold, following it up with a second that splits the island in half.

The Blackbeard Pirates intervened and after a short struggle, their captain was crushed despite the terrible state of whitebeard. The others began firing on the wounded man, and after nearly one hundred bullets, he appeared to have died, but rose again, locking eyes with Blackbeard.

His last words were some that Harry would never forget.

"I'm not interested in the treasure, but when it's found... The whole world will be turned upside down!" He yelled through the pain, "Someone will find it. The day will come." Gathering the last of his strength, and with his final breath, he cried to the heavens just like the pirate king almost two decades before, "The One Piece Does Exist!"

With that last sentence, the town's children roared in approval. The life of man called Edward Newgate came to an end on the marine fold, but across the sea, his last words start the second Great Pirate era!

Two months later, Harry lay in his bed, determined to leave the hell called the Dursleys. Somehow, he had to get a boat and supplies without the Dursleys finding out. They'd like nothing more than to hand him over to the marines on suspicion of being a pirate.

His peaceful thoughts were disturbed by the sound of the front door opening and his uncle's happy laughter. Carefully, he sneaks to the top of the stairs, watching the scene in the living room.

"Petunia!" he calls happily, "We're going to have a guest for dinner!"

"Who Vernon?" she asks excitedly, walking out of the kitchen.

"That rookie pirate whose been making a name for himself! Greyback, I think?"

"And why are we having dinner with a pirate?" she glares, holding the knife in her hand threateningly.

"Because I talked to the marines." Vernon laughs, "We help them catch him, and we get all his treasure! And that's not all! Look what else he has!"

Vernon hands her a picture, and she takes one look at it before gasping and dropping her knife, "Good lord, is this...?"

"We'll be rich!" he yells emphatically, "And all we have to do is give him dinner and keep him here until the vice admiral shows!"

"A vice admiral?" Dudley gasps, tearing his eyes away from the TV, "When does he get here? What about the pirate crew?"

"He'll be here at eight, and Greyback's crew will be captured at the same time as him." Vernon laughs, "Tonight, we finally get to live the lives we deserve! If only we could get rid of Potter..."

"He's been obsessed with becoming a pirate lately." Dudley sneers, "What if we claim he's a pirate in training?"

"Good idea Dudley." Vernon laughs, "But first we need to plant the evidence. Within the week, we'll be rid of him!"

Harry didn't bother waiting any more. He crept back to his room to think of a plan. He had to escape.

If the marines arrested him, he'd go to impel down, and the rumors are bad enough without having firsthand experience. Warn Greyback and beg him to take him? That wouldn't work. Greyback's a monster. Supposedly he ate a devils fruit. He's made a reputation for killing anyone that crossed his path, and more importantly, anyone who gives him bad news.

If he's talking with uncle Vernon, his ship needs repairs and refurbishment. Grunnings is the best firm around, so he's often contracted for repairs, but this small island isn't very popular with pirates. Those few pirates who attempt to get repairs here are often handed over to the marines on a silver platter.

His best chance was run. After the arrest, Vernon's likely to throw a victory celebration, which harry won't be invited to. He'll take whatever treasure he can, steal the pirate's ship as soon as the marines leave, and get as far away as possible. Eventually, he'd get to an island where he could start recruiting for his crew.

And so, Harry Potter made up his mind. In absolute silence, he went through what little he had, and prepared to depart.

At quarter to eight that night, while Harry waited for the inevitable marine strike force, there was a knock on the door. Dudley opened the door graciously for the guest. He was a large man, with a grizzled grey beard, in his left hand, he carried a small chest. "Welcome, sir." Dudley bowed, "My parents are in the living room. Shall I show you in?"

"Fine." Greyback growls and Dudley walks him across the hall. Once he'd opened the door, Greyback glared at him, "We've got business to discuss. Why don't you run along and go play with your toys?

"Of course." Vernon says, pouring three glass of beer, "Dudley, go finish your homework." the boy pouts, but walks back up the stairs.

Greyback sits across from Vernon and takes the offered cup, "Shall we get down to business?"

"Naturally. You said you had four ships, all of which need to be completely restocked and refurbished. Also, any damage should be repaired to the highest quality possible. Is all of that correct?" Vernon inquires.

"That's right. On the way here, I fought off a number of navy ships. The fact that my ships made it to port is a miracle." he replies, "But most of all, I need discretion."

Vernon nods in understanding, "And that will be quite difficult. As is standard practice, to ensure the work is done without marine involvement, the cost will be the captain's current bounty, as wells the cost of repairs. In total, it will cost you one hundred twenty million beri in hush money, plus another ten million for repairs."

"One hundred thirty million?" grey growls, "And if I wanted it done immediately?"

"As part of that agreement, your order would take priority over others, and would be done as soon as possible. It would take three days to complete everything." Vernon replies, "Is that acceptable?"

"Fine. I assume you want the reward up front?" Greyback asks.

"Naturally." Vernon says calmly, looking at the chest he was carrying.

Greyback places it on the table, "Given my current state. I don't have the money to pay you back, so I'll give you this instead."

Vernon opens the cheat and nods approvingly, "A devils fruit?"

"Unless I'm mistaken, a logia. I stole it from a pirate ship six weeks ago. Obviously I can't eat a second, and I don't trust my men enough to give it to them." he growls, "Do we have a deal?"

"I believe this works nicely. We will begin work first thing in the morning." Vernon stands, extending his hand when the door flies in.

A tall man walks in, smoking a cigar. "Fenrir Greyback, you're under arrest." he says, grabbing a hold of the jutte strapped to his back, "Will you resist?"

Greyback glares at the man, then at Vernon and howls. His face extends, hair growing everywhere as his appearance changes. The man was unfazed as the wolfman charges towards him.

Smoke billows from the man's body, smothering the wolf, who begins struggling. The struggle ends when the tip of the jutte forces Jim to the ground. His features change back to that of a man, "Seastone?" Greyback growls weakly, "That's low."

"I'll be dead when a pirate lectures me about morality." he sneers, clapping handcuffs around the disabled pirate, "Tashigi! Get him out of here while I arrest the others!"

A young girl clutching a sword runs in, "Yes, sir, Vice-Admiral Smoker!"

Vernon's face pales as smoker inches towards him, but the moment Greyback leaves the house, Smoker's expression soften, "Sorry about that. As a rule, it's illegal to help pirates. You'll have to come with me, under the pretext of an arrest, which will be voided and you'll be released within the hour." gesturing out the window to the resisting pirate, "And you really don't want his crew to think you betrayed them. If it looks like you were arrested too, it makes it less likely that you're a rat."

"So, this is all a formality?" Vernon asks to clarify, "I won't actually be arrested?"

"Of course not. You are a brave civilian who helped bring in a terrible pirate." Smoker replies, pulling out a pair of handcuffs, "As per our agreement, the treasure is yours. You just need to put on a convincing performance to keep your family safe."

Vernon extends his hands, and smoker clips the cuffs in place, "Let's go."

Harry watches out the window as the woman drags the struggling pirate away. "As soon as The partying starts, I'm gone." he mutters, but to his joy, uncle Vernon is dragged out next, kicking and screaming at the man who obviously didn't care for his excuses.

Outside his door, aunt petunia hums a happy tune as she walks into Dudley's room. 'Now's my chance.' Harry thinks as he creeps down the stairs, backpack in hand. He reaches to open the door when he notices a treasure chest on the living room table, "Might as well." he whispers, opening the chest.

Inside was a piece of fruit, sea green in color, with a swirl pattern carved into the side, as if the fruit were a solid whirlpool. "I haven't had dinner, and I can't rely on whatever's on the pirate's ship, so might as well eat." Harry shrugs, taking a big bite out of the strange fruit.

It was the worst thing he'd ever eaten. He'd been forced to eat his aunt marge's dog, ripper's, dog food, and that was a thousand times better. Shutting the remaining fruit in the chest, he left the Dursleys house and went into town. Behind him, the wind blew.

It wasn't difficult to sneak into the dock, the security was lousy, nor was it difficult to find the ship. At one of the first docks, six ships were lined up, in various states. Three looked totaled. Holes covered the sides and decks, likely from cannonballs. Luckily, the bottom and lower sides seemed undamaged, so they were able to float, if barely. So he crossed those out. The next in better shape, no holes to the sides, though still covering the decks. The last two were in decent shape, so Harry choose the bigger of the two.

The Jolly Roger made it obvious that it was the flagship for the Greyback pirates. Scars covered the skull, and gnaw marks on the crossbones. Harry was just about ready when he noticed a major flaw in his plan. He was no navigator.

He could operate the ship well enough, having read everything on the subject from the local library, but he didn't know the first thing about navigating the seas. Even if he left the port, there is no telling how long until he found another island.

'If I need a navigator, there's only one choice.' he thinks as he climbs off the ship, and sneaks back past the marine security line, and through the town.

Once he'd reached the most luxurious house in the town, he climbed one of the trees and knocked on the window three times. The window opened and his best friend poked her head out, "Hey Daph, you still wanna be a pirate?"

The ebony haired girl laughed, "Always. Why?"

"I got fed up with the Dursleys, and found a pirate ship no one would miss." Harry smirks, "But I'm not a navigator. So what do you say? Wanna join my crew?"

Daphne stared at him for a moment, and called back into the house, "Mom! I'm going to the market!" and disappeared back into the window. Harry jumped down, and seemed to land far more slowly than usual, and waited outside the house.

Ten minutes later, she shoves a large bag out the window. The next minute, she's right next to him with only a small hand bag. "You'd better not be lying." she flares, hoisting up her back.

"I'm not crazy enough to lie to a Greengrass." Harry laughs, leading Daphne back to the ship.

"How'd you get it?" she asks as she examines the ship.

"These pirates came in and asked my uncle to repair their ships. My uncle sold them out to the marines and they were all captured." Harry tells her, "But let's get out of here. If your father finds out what happened, well never escape."

"Aye aye, captain." she smirks, "I'll let down the sail. You take the helm. Let's hope we've got some good wind."

Harry rushes over to the helm and just as he grabs the wheel, the city alarm sounds. "Looks like they noticed!" Harry yells, and the sail opens. Slowly at first, the ship starts moving just as the marines on the dock start shorting, "Get down, Daph!" he shouts, as the shots bounce off of the cabin.

Just as they leave rifle range, Daphne notices a far more pressing matter, "Warships!" she yells, "They're moving to head us off!"

'Come on wind, don't fail us now!' he thinks furiously. Almost like it was responding to his call, a massive gust of wind catches their sail. He's thrown forward from the acceleration, and Daphne crashes into the side of the cabin. In now time, they've sped past the warships, and out to open sea.

"No idea where that wind cans from, but I'm not complaining." Harry sighs after they lost sight of the warship.

"My nose is." Daphne mutters, rubbing her bloody nose, "But it's better than getting sunk, or worse, taken back home."

"I know." Harry says, "But just think. Your father raised you to be a navy navigator, now you've joined a pirate crew. This is the life!" he yells, stretching out his arms. Like a bullet, a blast of air rushes past his fingers, ripping a hole in the sail, "What the hell?"

Daphne looks from the sail, to him and back. "Harry... Did you eat anything weird recently?"

"Kinda." he shrugs, "My uncle had this weird..." he slaps himself, "I ate a devils fruit."

"I knew it." she laughs, rushing to her bug bag and removing a black book, "This is a list of all known devils fruits." she says, handing him the book, "See if you can find it."

Harry quickly looked through the pages. The first two sections passed without anything, until in the third, he found it, "Right here! The Gale-Gale fruit!"

Daphne couldn't keep the grin off her face, "That was the fruit my dad wanted. He was going to force me to eat it. Controlling the wind is an ideal power for a navigator. If you master it enough, you could even create storms!"

"Sweet!" Harry laughs.

"We're not out of the woods yet." she says seriously, "Let's get down and check if we've got a spare sail. I'd rather not have to row all the way to the next island."

Together, the two of them managed to find a new sail and replace the old one with a plain black sail. "Good." Harry nods, "Now, shall we go see what treasure is still onboard?"

"Definitely." she nods, "If we keep the course that we're on, well reach another island in the afternoon."

In the treasure room, they found it was surprisingly empty. According to Daphne's rough estimation, they had maybe five million beri. "I guess that's to be expected." she sighs, "For a rookie ship to have a devils fruit, it was most likely the bulk of its wealth. Still, we should be able to get some pretty good supplies with this."

"We're going to need some more crew mates. I doubt that we'll last for long with my untrained devils fruit alone." Harry says dejectedly.

"Then while in looking for a crew on the next island, you start training." Daphne smiles, "We'll make do until then."

As it so happened, they didn't need to worry about anything. The weather was perfectly clear all of the next day, and they reached the island around one. Evidently, word hadn't reached the marines about them, as they weren't held up when he entered without flying a jolly roger.

"Stay in the cabin." Daphne says, "Keep trying to learn what you can. Keep it simple. But be careful. We don't want you blowing up our ship."

"I promise to try not to blow up the ship." Harry replies cheekily.

She slaps him on the arm and puts half of the treasure into a bag, "I'll turn this in at the exchange while I'm looking for a crew. Hopefully I'll find someone. What positions are we looking for?"

"Cook, doctor, fighters, Sniper, and if you find anyone who could be helpful." Harry shrugs, "You never know what could be useful on the seas."

"Got it. Wish me luck." she sighs, crossing the gangplank and onto the unfamiliar town.

Harry retreats back into the ship and begins practicing again. As before, he could create the wind easily, but controlling it was almost impossible. The end result was less than desirable. The cloths he'd brought were strewn about, his glasses were shattered, and his hair rightly had been through a tornado.

"Keep it simple..." he mutters, and the wind picks up gradually. "Slowly speed up and slow down." he continues as the wind twists around the room. After nearly a minute, he'd managed to reel in control and slow it back down, though it exhausted him to do it.

"Again..." he mutters, and again the wind blows.

Daphne curses as she leaves the third exchange in town. All three had given her completely different prices for completely different reasons, and all three were far beneath what she's expected.

"They're trying to rip me off." she mutters, "Isn't there one honest appraiser in this town?"

"Excuse me..." a quiet voice says from behind her, and she turns. The speaker is a young girl, about her own age, with long red hair, "If you need something appraised, my aunt can help..."

"I've got a bunch of coins, and all these guys are willing to pay is a couple hundred thousand." she fumes, and the girl nods in understanding.

"We don't get many visitors, and the traders get paid for what they bring in. Please don't hold it against them for doing what they have to to feed their families." she asks kindly, "But my aunt will tell you honestly how much it's worth."

"I'd like to meet her." Daphne nods.

"Please follow me." she says, and the two walk through the city, "Oh, I haven't introduced myself. My name is Susan. Susan bones."

"I'm Daphne Greengrass." she smiles, "I just came in this morning."

"Are you a merchant?" Susan asks knowingly, "Or perhaps a pirate?"

"Judging from your tone, you can probably guess." Daphne chuckles.

"Pirate it is. Do I want to know where you got those coins?"

"Most likely. And to answer your question, my friend and I just got started and we stole it from a crew that just got arrested." Daphne laughs.

"Well, my aunts a former marine vice admiral, but I doubt she'll hold that against you. It's not like you killed anyone for them." Susan shrugs, stopping outside a small shop, "Here we are."

She leads her inside the shop, and says to the blond woman behind the counter, "Good afternoon, Alita. Is auntie in?"

Alita nods slightly, "Just came back ten minutes ago."

"Does she have any appointments? I met someone who might be willing to do business with her."

"Not according to my schedule. Go right in." she says, waving them on.

Susan stops and knocks on the first door, "Auntie? I have a customer."

"Come in." she calls through the door.

On the other side, a woman with short grey hair, a square jaw, and a monocle on her left eye sat at a desk, which was covered in paperwork and a set of scales, "Good afternoon. My name is Amelia. How can I help you?"

"I have a bag of gold that I need converted into beries. Susan said that you could help." Daphne says, handing her the bag.

"Let's have a look." Amelia says, removing a few coins. She spent the better part of a minutes examine each, "I haven't seen coins of this quality since I sailed the grand line." placing the bag on the scales, she nods at the result and does a few quick calculations, "Three and a half million beri for all of them. Sound fair?"

Daphne nods happily, "Considering the others were offer six hundred thousand at best, that sounds very fair."

"As a rule, they'll try and take advantage of you if they don't think you know the value of your own merchandise. Even if you do, they'll try and shake your estimates. Unless you prove otherwise, going to a place like that is useless." she sighs, handing her a receipt, placing the gold next to her desk, and taking wad of cash, handing it to Daphne, "Let me know if you need more. I'm always open for business."

"Actually..." Daphne starts until there was a loud pounding at the door.

"Amelia Bones! Marines! Open up!" the commanding voice yelled, still pounding on the door.

First chapter is complete! I'll be uploading two more in just a little bit.