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"I'm sorry, but none of this is ringing a bell. I don't even hear a little chime. Now if you would excuse me, I need to find a way back to Port Royal," Jack said pushing himself off the hospital bed.

The two people who were suppose to be Harry Potter's friends were telling Jack for the past hour of the stories they had supposedly shared as youngsters.

"You don't even remember the hospital ward? You've nearly spent most of your time here than anywhere else," Hermione said.

"Why was that?" Jack grumbled. He was starting to get irritated.

On any other day, he would love to hear fanciful stories of youths regaling themselves in their spare time, but without a drop of alcohol in his system, he can't seem to function as properly as Jack Sparrow should.

"Quidditch."

"Pour quoi?" Jack asked in French. Almost immediately, his thoughts turned back to young Vanessa. "Now would any of you know where did those bags go before I was magically transported to that other place against my will?"

"You mean the books and clothes?" Hermione asked in confirmation. "We put those in your mansion. We talked to the headmistress before we left and she has agreed to help you with regaining your memories. So for the summer, you'll be spending it at your old mansion and for the remainder of the year will be spent here. A previous headmaster thought it would be best if you had a dormitory in your previous House. We can go to your mansion now if you want?"

"Sure. Why not," Jack said and stopped himself from rolling his eyes. He managed to grin at her.

"Now we won't be able to get there through fireplace since Harry never opened him or told us the name. We can't fly on broomstick because you guys don't know how to fly. So we'll just have to apparate there." She led the group down towards the grand staircase.

"Appa-what?"

"Apparate. Think of it like going to one place to another," Hermione said.

"Like how we just went from the hallway to the staircase?" Jack said trying to lighten the mood.

"If you want to think of it like that," was all the witch said. "We're going to have to go through one of the villages to get pass the shield. Unfortunately, with Harry here we won't be able to spend much time in the village."

"Well we'll just have to thank Harry, aye?" Jack muttered.

"Watch-" Hermione stopped and turned to look at the three time travlers and saw that Jack was on the step above the trick stair. To her surprise, he sidestepped it easily and went to the step below it. She looked at his face and saw that he looked oblivious to what just happened.

" 'Watch'?" Jack repeated back to her when he caught her looking at him.

"The trick stair…You didn't land on it," Hermione said.

"What trick stair? These all look fine to me," Jack said.

Unfortunately, Will was not able to avoid it and was stuck. He slowly started to fall but as he collided with Jack's back, Jack was able to hold off the surprise impact and keep them both upright.

"Thanks Jack," Will said. He grabbed the railing and pulled himself off of Jack although his foot was still stuck.

"You can thank me when we're back in Port Royal, even if it means that I'll be facing my old nemesis."

"Who would that be?" Ron asked from the rear of the line.

"That," Jack said as he grabbed a hold of Will's arm and started to tug the younger man free. He grunted, "Basically are the executioner, Royal Navy, and the gallows. Savvy?"

"Don't try to talk your way out of that," Hermione said and took a step up towards Jack. "You skipped that step. How did you know how to do that?"

"Do what? Listen here, poppet," Jack said started to get annoyed by her and the red haired one. The day was starting to wear him out with all the "excitement." "I don't know what you're talking about. Right now, I'll make it loud and clear – I skip a step when walking up or down stairs."

"Why would anyone do that?" Ron asked.

"It's true…I have noticed him do that on more than one occasion," Will confirmed.

"There! See the lad is paying attention! Glad to see some of ole' Bootstrap in ye," Jack said and ruffled Will's hair affectionately before pushing him away. "Now is there rum in this school?"

"Harry –" Hermione began before being cut off.

"Jack, Captain Jack," Jack corrected. He was getting tired of them doing that.

"There isn't any rum in this school," she said. "There isn't any alcohol in this school. You'd have to travel to the village over, Hogsmeade. There are two taverns there – The Three Broomsticks and The Hog's Head. But I doubt you have the updated currency of wizard money. So you'll just have to cope."

"Cope?" Jack mouthed shocked and angrily. A flash of red crossed his eyes as did his vision. He rested his hand at the butt of his pistol, his finger just itching to touch the trigger. As much as he loved rum, he decided not to shoot the snotty, know-it-all before him. Instead, he cracked his jaw as he eased his aching hand away from the pistol. "Listen here, you…witch."

"Hey that's my wife you're insulting," Ron interjected.

"You too, Red. I 'ave been nothing but compliant with you two faux people. Yes, I may have owe you one for saving my bloody carcass back in Port Royal, but you two are no use to me dead, aye? You may have magic, but I am Captain of the Black Pearl. And –"

"Captain? Where the hell is your ship then?"

"That is a very good question, but seeing as there aren't any answers and I feel disinclined to answer your queries. But listen here, you and your wench, harm me or the two daft pirate couple behind me and you face the wrath of a real witch, a goddess," Jack said his voice low.

"Yeah right," Ron said.

"Goddess' don't exist," Hermione said.

"What seeing is believing then?"

"Yes," Hermione said.

"Tell me. Were you born a witch?"

"Yes."

"Did you know you were a witch, much less a …"

"No. I don't see your point."

"Exactly! Because there are no points to visually see is there? Born a witch and not knowing it. Then did someone have to demonstrate it to you or were you so smart that you knew?"

"I don't have to answer your questions, anymore."

"Fine. But tell me. This place you're taking us," Jack said and held onto to the railing. He hoisted himself on the rail and sat on it with one leg still on the step, holding him in place. "You've never been there since your Harry disappeared, have you?"

Hermione turned beat red from embarrassment, shame, or anger.

"Why not?"

"It's not like we placed those wards there!" Ron blurted out.

"Ah. What makes you think that if I am this Harry Potter, I'd let you in? You certainly haven't won my vote," Jack said. He lifted his foot off from the step and he slid down the rail, his eyes never leaving theirs. When he almost reached the end, he hopped off. "Might I suggest something not so discreet…Something like water? In a bottle, but more potent and not too poisonous."

"This is madness! Why should we believe and listen to some insane, alcoholic pirate?"

"Because this insane pirate has something you guys want. Something you can't get your hands. Something I might even want to barter to the highest bidder," Jack said mysteriously. Truth be told, he didn't know what he's talking about, but from the looks of their faces it worked.

Could the notorious pirate Captain Jack Sparrow really be the famous wizard Harry Potter? Reviews please.