Soon, the holidays were over, and Harry, Hermione, and the Weasleys headed back to Hogwarts. Harry and Hermione, by unspoken agreement, never spoke of the morning they met in the hallway, and he noticed Hermione made an effort to avoid the roguish captain for the remainder of the break.
All in all, Harry was glad to be going back to the school. Standing on Platform 9 ¾, Harry tried one last time to dislodge the pirate primate from his shoulder. Nothing doing. He gave up with an inward sigh. Saying goodbye to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Harry and the others boarded the scarlet train. Christmas was over. It was time to go back. ***
Harry and Ron were playing wizard’s chess when the summons from Dumbledore came. Harry stood up. It was about time. He hadn’t heard anything from Dumbledore regarding the horcruxes since the pirates arrived. He was ready to continue the search for them, for he knew that with each horcrux they destroyed, they were one step closer to defeating Voldemort for good. Casting a look at Lavender and Parvarti, who were forcing Jack the monkey into a frilly pink dress, Harry slipped out of the common room, feeling about fifteen pounds lighter.***
Mad-Eye Moody was asleep. His gruff snores echoed throughout the sitting room. Jack Sparrow stood a bit behind him, crouched like a tiger stalking its prey. Moody snored; Jack crept closer. Reaching out, his fingers closed around the worn wood of the wand Moody held loosely in his hand. He gave a gentle tug.
“Ugh…”Moody mumbled. “Constant…vigilance…” He snored again.
Jack gave another tug, and the wand slipped smoothly into his grasp. Pleased with himself, he stood up and tiptoed to the far side of the room.
“Right, now,” he said, waving the wand a bit, “behold…the almighty, magical, dashing Captain Jack Sparrow!” He flicked the wand.
Nothing happened.
Frowning, Jack held the wand up to his ear and shook it. He waved it again. “Abracadabra!”
Nothing.
“Open Sesame!”
Nothing.
Jack frowned again. That blasted monkey did it; why couldn’t he?
“Bloody stick must be broken,” he grumbled. He pouted, and then threw the wand.
There was a hollow thump as it hit Moody in the back of the head. The grizzled auror leapt up with a distinctly feminine yelp.
“ATTACK! ATTACK! WE ARE UNDER ATTACK! DEATH EATERS! VOLDEMORT! MAN YOUR STATIONS! CONSTANT VIGILANCE!!”
The old man snatched up his wand, firing random curses in every direction.
Quietly, Jack edged out of the room as the other Order members rushed in.
Crashes and bangs echoed behind him.
Jack grumbled to himself unhappily as he slipped into the library to avoid the chaos. Stupid stick things.
He heard a rustle. Cotton’s parrot eyed him from the top of a bookshelf. Jack glared.
“What are you looking at, you overgrown chicken?”
“Awk! Abracadabra!”
Feathers flew as the bird was hit square in the chest with book.
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Maelstrom of Destiny
FantasíaA parody of what might happen if the cast of Pirates of the Caribbean were to sail into Harry Potter's magical Britain. Short and humorous.
