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A/N: This chapter is short I know, but it is just setting up the story. Hope you enjoy and please leave a review so I know how I'm doing. 
Disclaimer: I do not own harry Potter or Pirates of the Caribbean and I make no money from writing this fanfiction.

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Jack Sparrow stood on the deck of his ship, The Black Pearl, in wistful contemplation. Could the sky be any clearer and the stars any brighter? Could he feel any lonelier?

 

It didn’t seem right for the night to be so perfect and not have anyone to share it with.  This was something to share with the one you love more than yourself.

 

He walked to the railing and looked out upon the dark water, it’s surface speckled gold by the moonlight. “A night for lovers,” he breathed out sadly.

 

It wasn’t fair that he should find true love, a love that was for all eternity and not have that love beside him. Had she even been real? It seemed, on nights like this, that he had dreamed her. That she was but a ghost to forever haunt him.

 

He clutched onto the wood until his knuckles turned white. His heartache fed his anger until he wanted to scream to the heavens in anguish. His heart thudded in his chest and he had to breath deeply to quell the urge.

 

He closed his eyes and brought her face to the forefront of his memory. The warmth in her whiskey colored eyes calmed his racing heart. He could still see the few freckles that dusted her nose and it made him smile. She was still there in his mind and he needed for her to always be there.

 

He let loose a relaxed sigh before his eyes fluttered open and he knew, in some way, that she would return to him. There was no way he could let go of that hope. If he did, he would be doomed to a life of misery that would eventually drive him mad.

 

He left the railing and made his way to his cabin. When he was inside he walked over to his wardrobe and opened the door to stare at the gown hanging inside it. It was cream colored with gold accents about the sleeves and collar. It was a wedding dress, a dress she was suppose to have worn, but never would.

 

He slammed the door closed and leaned against the wood as a deep pain sliced through his chest. He panted, trying to calm the pain and anguish that threatened to consume him. It was too much anymore. He couldn’t take it anymore. Life was so unfair and he, for once, didn’t want to be Captain Jack Sparrow of The Black Pearl. He wanted to just be Jack Sparrow, husband to Hermione Granger.

 

He wished he could turn back time and perhaps prevent his heart this torture. Then again, if he could do that, he would have never had the chance to know what being in love felt like. It was a gift in some ways, a curse in others, but he had been given it just the same.

 

She had brought out a side of him he didn’t know was buried.

 

She was a part of him, an extension of his heart and he didn’t want to loose that.

 

He stepped away from the wardrobe and sat down upon his bed. The smell of her perfume was still within the fiber of the sheets and he breathed deep the sweet scent. Her presence still lingered within the room, her essence filling him up and he knew.

 

Something burst within his chest and he began to laugh. A sound of pure joy that echoed off the very walls surrounding him. She was coming back. He knew deep within his heart that she would be in his arms again. He jumped up and started to ready his cabin for her return. 

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