Alright, so it has been a while a long while, since I have written uploaded and written anything. I had this thing lying around for a while but just couldn't be arsed to upload it. But here it is, because I thought why not maybe someone will enjoy it. I know crossover fics don't get that much attention but who knows, I might be pleasantly surprised. Soooooo, anyway this is awkward. Enjoy, I guess...

Chapter 1

Life really wasn't going as he had planned; in fact, it was going dreadfully not like he had planned at all. He clamped his fingers around the piece of wood which was the only thing keeping him adrift at the moment. Honestly you'd think that the head Auror could do something better than clinging on to dear life to a piece of wood. Unfortunately for him his magic couldn't be wasted casting spells, he had too little energy for that. Which was quite a predicament seeing as he nearly relied on his magic for everything now a day. He had tried using muggle technology, really he had, but for some reason they always seemed to blow up around him.

He gasped for breath as another wave crashed down upon him. His leg muscles were starting to cramp up as he kicked up helplessly sputtering for air. It had been two whole days, two days since he woke up on a piece of floating wood in the middle of the ocean. He had no idea how he got there and he really wanted to get back home. He had a job to do and he was sure that his friends and colleagues missed him.

The third miserable day of cold, wet and windy horror had just started. The only good thing about being stranded in the sea was that the view was quite spectacular, the rising sun casting sparkles upon the deep blue water making it look alive was truly a breathtaking view. It wouldn't be as bad as it was if he still had the full piece of wood that he woke up on. But after a heavy storm which had raged over the ocean halfway throughout the second day the wood had broken in half so he was forced to have his legs dangling in the freezing water.

Shivers racked his body as he drifted on into the seemingly endless sea. Not drinking or eating for 3 days was really catching up to him. Luckily he was able to deal with the starvation and fatigue better than other human beings due to his magic which was fully working on keeping him alive at the moment. His eyes were beginning to droop as seeing land again seemed to be a dream lost forever.

Just as everything seemed hopeless a little black speck formed on the horizon. Quickly becoming bigger and bigger. His spirits lifted as the little speck soon became a blob and the blob became a figure which slowly but surely became a ship which was coming right at him. With the last of his strength he waved his hands and shouted,

"Help me please, I'm here. Please help." He saw the vague silhouettes of some men pointing in his direction as his vision began to blur. Shouting reached his ears as blackness took over his vision and his head hit the rough wood.

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He woke up with a jolt as shockingly cold water was thrown over him. Eyes flying open as confusion gripped him for a second as though why his behind was planted firmly on wood instead of drifting around in the frigid water, not that he was complaining, before memories came flooding back. So this was the ship that had rescued him, he took in his surroundings curiously. His saviors seemed to be in quite an unusual state, it was as though they had become part of sea creatures. It was most interesting indeed. What were these creatures, he was sure that he had definitely never heard of them. He was no Hermione of course so he couldn't be sure that there wasn't any written information about these creatures.

They had to be magical creatures. But how could he not know of them. After he had finished school he had taken a more active interest in assembling information about different and intriguing things. And these creatures definitely fitted into that category. So how come he didn't know about them. They couldn't have stayed hidden from the magical community. How could he just have stumbled upon them on accident? All in all it was quite a curious case.

He looked around at the men sea creatures. It was quite clear that they were all male even though they some of them looked more fish than human. Taking in his surroundings he saw that they were all looking at him. The clothes they wore in their bodies were more rags than anything else, the baggy clothes or what was left of them looked incredibly outdated and quite pirate like actually. Swords were clutched as he shifted around a bit noticing for the first time that his arms were held tightly behind his body by one of the men.

One of the fishmen moved forward and looked down at him in an intimidating manner. His clothes looked quite a bit better than the others garments and he wore an elaborate hat upon his head. The rest of his face was the most interesting combination of man and octopus like fish. What would have been a beard on a human was made up of tentacles which slithered over each other like they were restless and couldn't stay.

"Saving me only to hold me down and then proceed to throw a bucket of water over my face really isn't very polite at all." A look of surprise passed over the tentacle bearded man before he quickly assembled himself and said,

"Tell me, do you fear death?" The creature asked while getting way up into his face and if you asked him really exceeding personal space boundaries. He recoiled due to the rotten stench that the fishman was eliminating while giving out a bark of laughter and answering,

"How ironic of you to ask me."A smirk quirked up the corners of his mouth. "To answer your question, been there done that, and there is no way of going back for me." The other sea like creatures fell silent a look of bewilderment plastered on their face. "Anyway I'm Harry Potter, so nice to meet all of you, and thank you very much for getting me out of that bloody water. Now," Harry gathered up his feet from under him and was able to slip his arms out of the loosened claw like hands of the man behind him. "You are quite the interesting creature." Harry took out his wand from his sleeve and poked at the tentacles of the other man. "Very interesting, so what are you anyway? "He mumbled still intrigued in the tentacles that were slowly wrapping around his wand.

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Davy Jones had been having an exceptionally good day. Starting it off with whipping some sense into some of his men who had decided to become extra drunk the day before. He had felt satisfied when their blood was splattered over the deck and their cries of pain were lost into the early morning sun. This marvelous moment was followed by a superb one. Apparently a trading ship had run into some trouble after their navigator had fallen ill and died quickly after. Their ship was busy sinking to the bottom of the ocean while Davy Jones crew rounded up the survivors and took them on board.

Davy Jones felt quite content at having 2 new additions to his crew after being able to utter his famous line, "Do you fear death?" The killing of the other scum who was too spineless to join him was just an added bonus.

The captain of the Flying Dutchman almost felt like whistled a tune as the ship shot through the water, the winds had been in their favor all day. He kept his gaze steady in front of him as he felt like nothing could break him out of his perky and cheerful mood. His attention was caught as he saw one of his crew members pointing at something in the water. Davy was about to shout at the walking talking bag of shit to get back to work when he saw what he was pointing at. A Cheshire grin covered his face as he saw the arms of a lost soul drifting around at sea. Really this was just the cherry on top, the gods must have been smiling down upon him today.

Jones walked over to the crew that had fished the figure out of the water. This figure turned out to be a young man who looked like he was in his mid twenties. Jones had almost thought that he was a woman from his delicate features and long wavy black hair which even when wet cascaded gracefully down and over the man's shoulders. His small form was curled up as shivers racked his body. The man's clothes were quite odd, he wore a black pair of trousers which were slim fitted a black type of shirt that Jones had never really seen before. It was quite slim fitted like the trousers and hugged his body. The shirt was buttoned up with elegant small elegant black buttons which suited the silky material of the shirt.

The powerful captain of the Flying Dutchman was almost entranced with the exotic looking man. He broke out of his trance when one of the crew man decided that it was enough waiting and decided to dump a bucket of water over the unconscious form. The young man didn't move an inch as the water drenched his form. Davy came to the conclusion that this man wouldn't be waking up for a while if the man was so exhausted that he hadn't even woken up right then. And so it was decided that he would be locked up in a cell till Jones had decided what to do with the adolescent.

Nearly a day had passed and their newly acquired prisoner still hadn't woken up. Jones knew that he was way to curious for his own good but he had had enough of this waiting. Waiting was overrated if you asked him. And he as the all mighty and powerful captain of the freaking Flying Dutchman shouldn't have to wait to know who his prisoner were on his ship. And so it was decided right then and there that the young man would wake up and he would demand to know who the young man was CAUSE DAMMIT HE HAD A RIGHT TO KNOW! Determined Jones stood up stamping out of his cabin ordering the first crew member he saw to fetch the prisoner and bring him to the deck. The time for waiting was over and the time for action had just begun.

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Poor Davy Jones was in for quite the shock when the, what he had thought to be delicate, man woke up and laughed straight in his face when he asked his well-known line. His confusion only got greater as the small man stood up and started poking at him with a wooden stick, the nerve of this guy!

"Don't you know who I am?" The captain asked lifting an eyebrow as his previously high spirits depleted slightly from the fearless gaze of the other. The young man poked him some more with the wooden stick before answering with a bright grin,

"I've got absolutely no idea. " The crew was dumbfounded again by this cheerful mystery which had presented himself as Harry Potter. "I want to thank all of you for saving me by the way." Potter went on spinning in a circle observing his surroundings as he did, "It really was a pain in the ass drifting out there in the sea. Also if you could please tell me where I am, that would be great." Jones was just incredibly confused, the man young didn't seem scared at all by their unusual forms which was just plain weird. Normal humans scream and peed their pants before begging to be left alone and wake up from their nightmares. Honestly, what was wrong with this guy?

"I am Davy Jones captain of the Flying Dutchman." He said a crazed smirk on his face, sure this should scare this Harry Potter even a little bit, he must have heard of some even one of the tales and myths surrounding his ship.

"Great, great." The young one waved him off. Davy Jones's jaw literally dropped at this as did half of the crews. "But if you could tell me where I am that would be greatly appreciated." Harry went on strolling around the deck as if it was nothing out of the ordinary. Everyone stayed silent as their eyes followed the lithe form of the man who was gracefully walking around. The Potter fellow looked at them with a frown on his face for a while before saying, "Well are you going to tell me or am I supposed to find out on my own?"

Jones started to chuckle quietly before it turned into a full out laugh, this would be so interesting. He was quite glad that they had fished him out of the sea. "You are in the Caribbean."

That's it for chapter uno, I hoped it was ok. Let me known what you think I love reading reviews from everyone and constructive criticism is always very welcome. I can't promise that I will have a consistent uploading schedule because I'm quite a chaotic person to be honest and I just never really know when I will have time and or inspiration to write. Anyway, have a nice day.