The "Dead" Champion

HADRIAN JONES

Hi everyone! This is my first fan fiction. (: I just felt like doing this since it's been stuck in my head all day! I mean, can you imagine what Harry would look as a pirate?! He'd be hot as hell! Anyway, I don't own Harry Potter or Pirates of the Caribbean. If I did, do you honestly think I would have let Ginny live in the second book?! Or given Ron the privelage of marrying Hermione after all the crap he put her through?! Hell no! Besides, I'd have added a very delicious plot twist where Jack Sparrow has a fling with a very handsome pirate! Seriously, yaoi is just too addicting >.<!

On to the oneshot!

The Champions for the TriWizard Tournament had been chosen. Viktor Krum for Durmstrang, Fleur Delacour for Beauxbatons, and Cedric Diggory for Hogwarts. An elderly man with twinkling blue eyes in colorful periwinkle robes smiled at the still cheering students seated in the Great Hall. He held up his hands to quiet them down.

However, their attention was diverted to the goblet centered in the room. Its blue flames shifted into red as it did when the champions were chosen. Confusion erupted among the crowd, watching with bated breath as a singed piece of parchment burst from the crimson flames and into Dumbledore's awaiting hand. His eyes widened as they took in the name written on the paper, his hand clenching on the parchment as the name slipped past his numb lips:

"Harry Potter.."

Despite the whisper in which the name was spoken, the silence had made it seem like it had been screamed to the high heavens. Eyes widened at the name of the Boy-Who-Lived. He had been pronounced dead a few days before he would have attended Hogwarts. Dumbledore remembered the events before the announcement well.

*---*HP/POTC*---*

It was just a few more weeks before the new term would begin. Albus Dumbledore was ecstatic to welcome the first years to the school, watch as they took in the wonders that was Hogwarts Castle. It filled him with joy to see their young faces ready to learn anything and everything Hogwarts was willing to teach them. He was just about to return to his paperwork when a knock sounded at his door.

"Come in," he called out, watching with curiosity as his Deputy Headmistress, Minerva McGonagall, made her way into his office. It wasn't her arrival that confused him but the look of frustration and worry on her face that caused him to halt.

"Is something the matter, Minerva?" he asked the stern-looking witch once she had closed the door behind her. The woman strode further into the room, practically throwing an envelope on his desk in her rush.

"That letter won't send, Albus. Only the name is written but the address refuses to be added. I am beside myself on what to do! This has never happened before!" Minerva cried, startling Albus as he watched the usually calm woman lose her composure. Looking down at the envelope, he caught sight of the name 'Harry Potter' and gently lifted it from his desk.

"There's no need to worry, Minerva. We'll merely hand the letter to young Harry ourselves," he told her, rising from his seat and moving to stand before her on the other side, "I am quite curious as to why the letter refuses to send. Maybe looking into it won't be such a terrible idea while we're there."

"I agree, Albus," was all she could manage. Nodding, the elder man placed a hand on the woman's shoulder and apparated to Number Four, Privet Drive where he had left young Harry Potter nearly ten years ago. Minerva wasted no time and knocked on the door to the house, crossing her arms impatiently over her chest even as she heard movement on the other side. Petunia Dursley, Harry Potter's aunt, opened the door and sneered at the pair on the other side.

"What do you lot want?" she asked them, placing both hands on the door to slam it into their faces as soon as she could. Minerva glared at the woman before her, only holding her tongue due to Albus' presence behind her.