A Harry Potter and Pirates of the Caribbean Crossover

Takua

Rain had been falling every day for a week now. Kat sat in the bay window in the bedroom. She had also been ill for a week. Her long black hair was dull and limp. Her skin had become pale and clammy most of the time. She was weak and barely ate. What she did eat only came back up.

James sat on the floor in front of the window. There was nothing he could do for her. The magical nurse had been by every day that week. She had told him there was nothing she could do for Kat. She would have to ride it out. He was getting tired of waiting it out.

He looked up at her as she stared out the window. Reaching up he brushed some hair out of her face. Kat looked tired. James finally stood up and pulled her into his arms. She protested a little but there was nothing she could really do.

When he had her back in bed, he crawled in next to her. "You need to get some sleep." He begged her. "We need you to get better, the baby and I."

"I know," Kat said wearily. "Last week got me down is all."

"Maybe I should send for Sirius. He did say he wanted to see you."

"No. Then he will think this is his fault."

"It is his fault." James reminded her as he propped himself up on his elbow.

Kat frowned but did not deny what he said. They lay there silently  for several minutes. Kat had closed her eyes and James almost hoped she was asleep, but no such luck.

"James," she whispered weakly. "I am hungry again."

James sighed. He knew what would happen. She would eat a little and then it would come right back up. "Okay," he said sliding out of bed. "I will warm up some of that soup Lily left and a slice of sweet bread. How does that sound?"

"Mmm," Kat hummed closing her eyes and smiling a little. "Sweet bread."

James shook his head. Lightning flashed and lit up their room. He looked at his wife and he could see how she had lost weight. He knew she needed to gain. Slumping his shoulders he went to fix her breakfast.

"Here you go," James said smiling as he pushed through the bedroom door with a tray. "Katherine?"

The bed was empty. James sat the tray on the tea table and moved to look in the bathroom. Thunder shook the house and lightning struck. James noticed the bay window had been smashed.

"Katherine!" James shouted. Another flash of lightning and he saw strange footprints leading away from the house dragging something, a body. "Katherine!" He cried again.

Grabbing his sword James jumped out the broken window and ran down the beach to the water. "Katherine!" He shouted again. He plunged into the water trying to follow her.

The water was inky black and churning. James could see nothing in the stormy sea. He rose for air and treaded for a moment looking around and calling her name. The venture was useless. She was gone and at the moment he could not find her no matter how much he tried.

James allowed himself to be swept back to shore. On shore he pulled himself out of the way of the crashing waves. Sobbing he lay there on the beach. This was the second time his wife had been taken from him and she was sick and with child. He did not even know if she were even still alive.

Katherine Norrington was indeed alive. Bound in seaweed at the hands ankles and mouth she was safely in the care of a Polynesian woman named Takua. The woman's skin looked sickly green as she rowed her canoe safely through the storm. She wore a pink and white scarf, strangely familiar to Kat, around her breasts and a traditional grass skirt. Her stomach seemed to be missing such a large chunk Kat was sure she was not a living being.

Takua  was in fact the living dead. She smiled at Kat and her teeth shown pearly white in the night as did her blank white eyes. Long ago Takua had been a living woman. One night she was taken from her bed, big with child, and was spirited away to an island. Two mischievous sprites took the child from her body and placed her in a tomb at the center of the island.

The sprites raised the child as their own. The child grew, married and had children of his own. Through the powers of his magical adoptive parents his family became the most powerful peoples on the Polynesian Islands.

His mother however lived a half life locked in a magical tomb. Her longing for her child and the curses of her murderers kept her clawing at her tomb for hundreds of years. That was until someone let her out.

Jack Sparrow was an easily bored and curious man. Being trapped on an island and unable to swim out more than fifty feet he began to explore the inner most parts of the island. Also, being a pirate of great curiosity any speck of shiny gold or silver caught his attention as well as half buried stone.

Jack had to work for days uncovering the stone door leading to Takua's tomb. He had no sword nor any sharp object to pull the jungle away from the door. He stole Barbossa's crutch to pry it open.

Taking a homemade or islandmade torch Jack made his way down the steep pathway to the tomb. "Interesting," he muttered running his hands along apparent claw marks made along the wall. He froze as he heard shuffling. "Hello?" He called.

"Keiki," moaned a woman's voice.

"Who's down here?" Jack called holding out his light. The light finally  landed upon a face. "Woah!" Jack shouted falling backwards. His light went out as the thin green faced woman shuffled by him and out of the tomb..

Jack waited several moments trying to catch his breath before he scrambled out of the tomb as well. Running like the madman he often was he searched for Barbossa crossing the marked boundary in a hurry. "Hector!" He shouted. "Hector! I may have released a beastie on this very island!"

"Sparrow!" Barbossa shouted back. "Where have ye been? What's become of me crutch?"

"Beastie! Beastie! Beastie! Beastie!" Jack shouted. "I was at the center of the island, minding me own... when... this stone... opened... terrible woman..."

Barbossa rolled his eyes and was about to reply when they both heard a crash and watched a thick tree fall. Barbossa put a finger to his lips and they quietly moved nearer. From the safety of the undergrowth they watched the undead woman carve her canoe occasionally sniffing the air and moaning the same word.

That was how Kat came to be in the canoe on her way back to Marooner's Island. Takua had sensed a growing child. A child of a magical nature and as apparent by her actions, intended to return the favor to Kat.

"Keiki," she moaned leaning forward and touching Kat's stomach. "Keiki!"