BEYOND THE HORIZON

Summary: At King's Cross station Rosalie Potter makes a different choice and boards a train. She's reborn in 18th Century London as Rosalie Norrington, whose father is an Admiral of the Royal Navy and whose mother apparently died in childbirth. After her father's death, she and her brother James sail to Port Royal. That's the first time Rose sees the Black Pearl but it won't be the last.

Pairings: FemHarry/Jack, Will/Elizabeth

BTW, I imagine Rosalie (FemHarry) as having Barbara Palvin's face though she has green eyes instead of blue and flaming red hair (like Lily) and she's also curvier than Barbara Palvin in the chest department (like Alexandra Daddario).

Disclaimer: I'll say this only once. I don't own Harry Potter or Pirates of the Caribbean nor do I make money by writing this.

Prologue

1738 AD

She gazed absentmindedly at the seawater ahead of her but her thoughts were thousands miles away. Though she had been reborn into this world almost ten years ago, sometimes it was still difficult to accept. There were times when she would wake up and it would take a few minutes for her to remember where she was. Or when. Most of the time she still expected to see the red drapes of her bed in Gryffindor Tower at Hogwarts.

When she had made the choice to board the train after sacrificing herself to destroy the horcrux inside her, she had no idea she would end up here, in 18th Century London of all places.

Fortunately she had still remembered who she had been and she still could do some magic, even if it was all very basic because she didn't have a wand. Mostly she concentrated her energies on recreating the potions she knew, at least the ones that were used for healing.

She supposed she had been lucky in being born in Admiral Norrington's family. After all she knew how women were generally treated in this time and she had been relieved when she had learned that her new father didn't share the same ideas of most men of his era. Admiral Norrington was a good, honest and kind man who didn't think women were inferior to men. In fact, he had married a woman who had been very unconventional, who had tried her best to study medicine on her own with the very few opportunities offered to her.

The Admiral had provided the best education for her and had even allowed her to learn things that shouldn't be taught to women, like to shoot and use a sword or about sailing, at least the theory of it, since this was the first time she had ever been on a ship.

And thinking that he did all that when she hadn't even been his daughter.

Almost a year ago now, just before passing, the Admiral told her the truth about her mother. Turns out the woman whom she had thought was her mother had really died in childbirth but the baby had been stillborn. Instead, she was his wife's niece. Mary Norrington née McCormac had in fact a sister, Anne, who left her newborn baby – herself – on the steps of the Admiral's home with a letter and an iron wedding band, a few hours before Mary's death.

About her real mother the Admiral knew only what Mary had told him, which was very little. Mary had simply said that Anne had run away from home to marry a man her family didn't approve of and she had ended up in trouble with the law just like her husband. Mary had said that she hadn't seen her in years but that she was still her sister and that she would never abandon her niece and though she had little left to live, she would make sure that she was taken care of.

Mary had therefore begged the Admiral to take care of her sister's daughter like she was his own – to actually pass her off as his own – and the Admiral had kept that promise. He made sure that no one knew – not even his own son – that she wasn't really his daughter, to protect her from society and to give her the best chance possible.

Now the Admiral was dead a year and she still didn't have any idea who her mother really was, why she had abandoned her and if she was still alive, or who her father was, for that matter.

"Are you feeling alright Rose?" She turned her head at the sound of her brother's voice and smiled at him. "Yes, thank you James. I'm perfectly fine." Lieutenant James Norrington, her older brother ten years her senior had followed in his father's footsteps and his rise on the ranks of the Royal Navy had been lightening fast.

"You'll like Port Royal, you'll see. It will be a new beginning for us." James tried to reassure her.

They were leaving London, England altogether actually, and they were now on a ship directed towards the Caribbean, together with the new appointed Governor of Port Royal, Weatherby Swann, and his daughter Elizabeth, who was ten just like her (at least in body Rose was only ten).

"I know James. I trust you. It's just that...I will miss home, that's all." Yes, she would miss her home, even if her adoptive father wasn't still there with them, their house was filled with a lot of good memories. London was another story altogether. She didn't like the city in this time period, it was very different from the modern city she was used to. London in this time period stunk, people starved on the street and it was always grey and oppressive. No, she wouldn't miss London, not at all.

Sailing on a ship, on the other hand, was lovely. It almost made her feel free, something she hadn't felt in a very long time, if not ever. Unfortunately she knew she would not be allowed on a ship again anytime soon after this journey but at least she would be able to see the sea from the docks of Port Royal. That was a small concession.

Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the voice of a young girl not far from where she was standing. It was Miss Swann and she was singing. A song about pirates? That was certainly a strange choice for someone like her. "We pillage, we plunder, we rifle and loot. Drink up me 'earties yo ho! We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot. Drink up me 'earties yo ho! Yo ho, yo ho a pirate's life for me." Rose smiled amused. Who knew that a little lady like her knew a song such as this one? "We extort, we pilfer, we filch and sack. Drink up…"

Suddenly Miss Swann's words were interrupted by Joshamee Gibbs, a sailor that was onboard, who had just put a hand on her shoulder abruptly, scaring her.

"Quiet, missy! Cursed pirates sail these waters. You don't want to bring them down on us, now, do ya?" Both Rose and James – who was still standing beside her and who too was following the scene going on near them – had heard Gibbs' words. She read James' intention to intervene on his face even before he spoke.

"Mr. Gibbs, that will do!" James exclaimed as he approached them. Rose followed not far behind and smiled at Elizabeth slightly. Elizabeth smiled a little smile back at her but she seemed distracted by what was going on around her.

"She was singing about pirates. Bad luck to be singing about pirates with us mired in this unnatural fog. Mark my words." Gibbs continued, defending his actions.

"Consider them marked. On your way." James ordered, obviously a little annoyed with him.

"Aye, Lieutenant." Gibbs said before walking away. "It's bad luck to have women on board, too. Even miniature ones." Rose heard him mutter and she rolled her eyes. Stupid superstitions.

"I think it'd be rather exciting to meet a pirate." Elizabeth intervened in the discussion with an excited voice. Rose smiled amused at her.

"Think again, Miss Swann. Vile and dissolute creatures, the lot of them." Her brother said, very seriously. "I intend to see to it that any man who sails under a pirate flag or wears a pirate brand gets what he deserves. A short drop and a sudden stop." She could understand James' point of view, after all it was his duty to fight against pirates but his hate and abhorrence towards every pirate in this world was a little excessive. She didn't believe that every person who decided to become a pirate deserved to be executed, she couldn't.

Elizabeth though hadn't obviously understood what James meant because she turned towards Mr Gibbs for help. Gibbs mimed a hanging with her hand near his neck, his tongue hanging out of his mouth awkwardly. Elizabeth winced and looked away. In that moment her father – Governor Swann – reached their side and exclaimed "Lieutenant Norrington, I appreciate your fervor, but I'm...uh, I'm concerned about the effect this subject will have upon my daughter."

He commented with obvious reproach towards James. James immediately looked contrite, apologizing immediately. "My apologies, Governor Swann."

"Actually, I find it all fascinating." Elizabeth said, obviously finding her spirit again.

"Yes. That's what concerns me." The Governor commented, obviously a little exasperated. Rose smiled once again at the scene in front of her. The Governor left his daughter's side then and Rose decided to go near her.

They didn't say a word to each other – they didn't know each other all that well for that – neither one of them knew how to start the conversation. The both of them were looking at the ocean when they saw it. There was a yellow parasol, crawling over the water. They looked at each other confused. What was a parasol doing in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean?

Then they noticed a piece of wood, obviously some kind of piece of wreckage from a ship with a boy on it, unconscious. Rose widened her eyes and gasped.

"Look! A boy! There's a boy in the water!" Elizabeth screamed to attract someone's attention.

Norrington reached their side, looking too at the water below them before giving the orders to his men. "Man overboard! Man the ropes. Fetch a Hook! Haul him aboard."

A little while later, they were getting the boy on board. "He's still breathing." James commented, with obvious relief. The boy probably had the same age as them. He was completely drenched, his dark hair plastered on his head. His clothes were simple, a shirt that had to be white once upon a time but was now discoloured in a light yellow and dark brown breeches. Rose observed the proceedings going on around her curiously but most of her attention was taken by the poor boy that was probably the only survivor of a shipwreck. Elizabeth too seemed to find him fascinating.

Suddenly they heard Gibbs' voice shouting "Mary, Mother of God!" and both her and Elizabeth looked in the same direction as him. They were fast approaching the remains of a burning ship, the thick smoke coming from it obscuring the sky above it. It was a very gruesome sight.

"What happened here?" Asked Governor Swann with obvious fear in his voice. James answered in a matter-of-fact tone that hoped would assure the man. "It's most likely the powder magazine. Merchant vessels run heavily armed."

Gibbs snorted loudly at that. "A lot of good it did them. Everyone's thinking it. I'm just saying it. Pirates."

The Governor denied it immediately, even if everyone knew in their heart that what Gibbs had said was the truth. "There's no proof of that. It was probably an accident."

"Rouse the Captain immediately!" James ordered in a loud voice "Heave to and take in sail. Launch the boats."

Rose's attention was attracted by the boy again who was still unconscious. The Governor reached hers and Elizabeth's side and said to them. "Elizabeth, Miss Norrington, I want you to accompany the boy. He'll be in your charge. Take care of him." The both of them nodded at him and Governor Swann walked away.

Elizabeth looked at the boy, her expression soft, before caressing gently his face. In that moment the boy woke up, startling the both of them.

"It's ok. My name's Elizabeth Swann." She said reassuringly. Rose smiled at him too. "And mine is Rosalie Norrington."

"W-W-Will Turner." The boy stuttered slightly.

"I'm watching over you, Will." Miss Swan said.

The two looked at each other for a long moment before Will fell unconscious once again. Rose noticed something on Will's neck and curious she freed it from under his shirt and examined it. It was some kind of medallion, made of gold, with strange designs on it that formed a skull.

Elizabeth gasped and exclaimed in a low voice. "He's a pirate." The moment was interrupted by her brother.

Rose hastened to hide it behind her back when she got up to face James.

"Has he said anything?"

"His name is William Turner. That's all we found out." Elizabeth answered for her. James nodded and ordered one of his men to take him below deck, and then he walked away.

As soon as the two of them were relatively alone and away from the men working on the ship, they studied the medallion together curiously. Rose brought it in front of her eyes but while looking up she noticed a ship, a ship with black tattered sails and a black flag – obviously that of a pirate – flying at its mast.

In that moment she woke up.

The fact that James Norrington's father was an Admiral is Canon (kind of) but I don't think he was so open-minded like in this story, so that's AU, I suppose.

It's not difficult to figure out who is the Anne McCormac that I mentioned in this chapter, however until Rose finds out, I'm not gonna call Anne by her most famous name. Anne's story too will be different from what we know historically of her. She's still born in 1700 but she comes from a gentleman's family and in this story she also had a sister. In reality she never became a captain but in this story she did.