The aftermath of Voldemort’s defeat went by in a haze of cheers, fireworks, and kegs of rum. Jack Sparrow was unanimously declared a hero and presented with an Order of Merlin, First Class. Harry was grateful that the whole ordeal was over and promptly disappeared with young Ginny Weasley. They were seen s a few days later stumbling from the Room of Requirement, Ginny straightening her shirt and Harry’s glasses askew.
Dumbledore, true to his word, got together with the Department of Mysteries and within a week had a way for the pirates to return to their world. They returned the Black Pearl and the entire Wizarding Britain stood at the harbor on a sunny morning to see their heroes off.
Dumbledore handed Captain Jack Sparrow a small glass sphere.
“When you are ready, merely break this sphere and you will be returned home.”
Jack nodded eagerly. He looked around at the cheering crowd as his crew readied the ship.
“Well, this is the last you will ever see of the great Captain Jack Sparrow!”
Deafening cheers.
“I hope you all remember how yours truly saved you from your evil snakeman of doom!”
“I love you, Jack!” a girl screamed from the crowd.
“In fact, just so you don’t forget, how about you forever call this week Captain Jack Sparrow week!”
Unanimous agreement.
Jack turned back to Dumbledore.
“Mate, I need to say, I am incredibly jealous of your beard.” He patted the long white hair.
“Alright, crew! Let’s go!”
He boarded the ship and stood behind the wheel. He raised the sphere over his head, and then threw it down. A cloud of thick purple smoke spewed forth, covering the ship in a thick fog. When it cleared, the harbor was empty.***
Jack took a deep breath of the salty ocean air. It was good to be home. The ocean was calm for as far as the eye could see and a light breeze filled the sails.
“Gibbs!”
Mr. Gibbs approached the captain. “Aye, sir?”
“Do you have the map?”
Gibbs nodded. “Aye.”
He handed over a torn brown map. Jack’s eyes lit up.
“Let’s go get some treasure, mate!”
“Aye, captain,” Gibbs said. “Er, captain…”
Jack looked at him. His first mate looked nervous.
“We have a bit of a problem…”
Before Jack could question him, a young lad stepped up. He was wearing baggy trousers and a torn shirt, a hat covering his face. He walked straight up to Jack.
“We have a stowaway,” Gibbs said weakly. Jack looked incredulously at the lad.
The boy smirked, then yanked off his hat. Long brown curls fell out and amber eyes flashed.
Jack stared.
Hermione Granger looked up at him. “I had to come, Jack.”
Jack opened his mouth, but nothing came out.
“This is where I belong.”
Jack sputtered like a dying goldfish.
“Besides,” Hermione flashed him a saucy grin. “I brought this.” She pulled out her wand and waved it around. Red sparks flew out.
Jack began to grin.
“Well, then. Welcome aboard, matey!”
Together, Hermione and Jack stared out at the horizon, contemplating the next great adventure. Suddenly, Jack yelped.
“Bloody hell!” He fell to the ground, his legs bound together with a leg-locking curse. Hermione stifled a laugh.
From high above, in the crow’s nest, Jack the monkey gnawed happily on his wand.
“Eep!”
THE END
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Maelstrom of Destiny
FantasyA 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.
