Crossover #3: PotC & Potter. Sirius Black with Elizabeth Swann!
TITLE: Elizabeth_SwannBlack
CULPRIT: Padfootz-luvr
SUMMARY: POTC-HP crossover: Elizabeth Swann is transported to Potterland where she meets Sirius Black. SBES. CHAPTER 5 UP! R & R pls!
Best Line: "It seems that fate had some purpose for you here," Dumbledore said. "We should probably
just wait and see what happens with you here for a while. You can stay with Sirius for the time
being."
"What?!" Sirius said, gazing uncertainly at the ancient wizard, sure that he'd heard
incorrectly. He heard a dull thump beside him and looked down to see the crumpled form of an
unconscious Elizabeth Swann.
Yes, that's correct. Elizabeth faints upon knowing that she's staying with Sirius.
I also laughed at the "fifteen square feet of people" on the docks in Port Royal. It's a beautiful mental image.
Verdict:
NAME Sirius Black.
EYES: “Bright Blue Eyes”
HAIR/ DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: “He was very
tall, and pretty thin, but that didn't hide his good looks. His black hair was tangled and long,
his face and robes dirty, but his dark eyes, strong jaw line, and very kissable lips weren't
hidden by his state of cleanliness.”
OH SO SPESHUL POSSESSIONS: Elizabeth Swann.
OBNOXIOUS AND/OR IMPLAUSIBLE ORIGIN: None
OBNOXIOUS AND/OR IMPLAUSIBLE CANON CONNECTIONS: Is Elizabeth's One True Love.
SOOPER SPESHUL ABILITIES: Besides his canon shape-shifting abilities, Sirius has also acquired the talent of pacifying and controlling Elizabeth.
NAME Elizabeth Swann
HAIR: “light brown curls
falling just past her shoulders”
EYES: “Her bright brown eyes were wide with wonder, and ther dark
lashes were nearly touching her eyebrows as they furrowed in confusion." Girl, buy some different fake eyelashes. Those things are scary!
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: “The girl that entered the room was tallish, about 5'7" or 8".” In the colonial era, that's EXTREMELY tall for a woman.
OH SO SPESHUL POSSESSIONS: Sirius Black, and a pretty dress.
OBNOXIOUS AND/OR IMPLAUSIBLE ORIGIN: Another world.
OBNOXIOUS AND/OR IMPLAUSIBLE CANON CONNECTIONS: Sirius Black's One True Love.
SOOPER SPESHUL ABILITIES: The ability to move between different fictional universes by drowning.
The "Plot": Will Turner is inexplicably a sailor on the Black Pearl-guess he REALLY hated blacksmithing!-and Elizabeth is rushing to the docks to meet him. But, oh no! A sudden sack of potatoes! Now, she is knocked unconscious and sinks into the harbor. Does she drown? Maybe in PotCland, but in Potterverse she is alive and, if not kicking, at least being passive like a good little girl.
No, I'm not kidding.
She meets Sirius Black, who pins her to some bookshelves. She doesn't put up a struggle. Then Dumbledore arrives, winks at the pair, and says that he doesn't know how Elizabeth got into the Potterverse, but in the meantime, she'll have to stay with Sirius. I assume this means that she'll be staying at 12 Grimmauld Place, but…why? Elizabeth faints, and when she does, Sirius undresses her. Purely to make sure she's all right, you understand. Elizabeth doesn't seem too perturbed by a perfect stranger taking liberties that she wouldn't have allowed her fiancé-and while she's unable to object, no less.
Anyway, Sirius is sexy. Sexy, sexy, looks great in a T-shirt, sexy, and was there a plot in here somewhere? Nah. Since Elizabeth is staying with Sirius, he puts himself in charge of her as if he were her legal guardian, and to this she makes absolutely no protest whatsoever. You know, like the Elizabeth Swann we know and love would do. He pins her against a desk at one point and forces her to kiss him. She's angry at this but only in a sexually frustrated way. He asserts his authority over her in every way-physically, mentally, you name it. And she's still angry, but he's just soooo darn sexy that verbal and physical abuse and intimidation are really kind of a turn-on.
Will? Will who?
Notes: Sickening. All canon warping aside…does the author actually believe that this is a healthy relationship?
Travel to the Potterverse via a sack of potatoes!
A/N: Hi, people! This is a weird fic, so I'm sorry for all its, um...weirdness! ES/SB pairing,
it's different, but it came to me in a dream...okay, not really, I was watching Pirates of the
Caribbean while reading Prisoner of Azkaban for the umpteenth time. Never attempt to
multitask, it's bad for the colon! Is that what they're calling fanfiction.net these days? Yay colons! That was from Fairly Oddparents, which I am
watching right now. While writing this fanfic. Another dedicated author on our hands. I watch a lot of TV. It shows.
Disclaimer: Alrighty then, I give you permission to sue me, then you can go shopping with
the paper clip, 63 cents, and peice of gum you get outa me. Oh, wait, forget about the gum,
it's spearmint!
Elizabeth Swann was not one to usually be seen mingling with those by the docks.
Her place in society was above theirs, being the governor's daughter. Today, however, a
certain ship had come into port and she rushed down to greet its crew, along with her
fiancé, Will Turner. I assume this is not the Flying Dutchman, which means that Will has randomly decided to become a sailor. …Yay?
They hopped into one of the polished carriages waiting outside the door for them,
each embellished with the Swann family crest. A ten minute ride later, they were face-to-
face with none other than Jack Sparrow, Captain of the infamous pirate ship, the Black
Pearl. I see Will has turned to murder and theft as a lifelong pursuit! How very like him.
"Jack, hello!" Will called out, over the heads of people crowding to see the ship. As
the crew wasn't there to engage in piracy, Commodore Norrington simply turned his head
the other way, so to speak. Yeah, it's be really easy to do that in broad daylight.
Somehow, in the crowds, Elizabeth and Will had gotten separated, as she was
directly in front of Jack and Will was isolated by fifteen square feet of people on the docks. Fifteen square feet of people?! Those docks are going to collapse and sink into the harbor!
Jack smelled distinctly of ocean air and rum, much to the appall of Elizabeth, who had
grown to despise the drink.
"I'll be right back, Jack," Elizabeth said, turning to pull Will through the throng. (A/N:
Whoa, sorry for the alliteration there.) "Will!"
Suddenly, she was knocked off the dock and into the water by a large, overweight
sailor who had tripped. She barely had time to call out before plunging down beneath the
depths of the dock. On of the heavy sacks of potatoes that the sailor had been carrying fell
with her and hit her on the head. A sack of potatoes wouldn't fall fast enough through the water to knock someone unconscious. I have to say, though, the methods of inter-dimensional transportation are unique. The sight of the constantly moving, swirling blue water was
quickly replaced by black as she lost consciousness.
The perfect summary for this story: "And then everything went Black."
Sirius Black was in the Headmaster's office, waiting for Dumbledore to meet him
about the Order, when he heard a thump just outside the door. He stayed in his animagus
form, in case it wasn't the Headmaster, and edged into a small, shadowy space between
two bookshelves so as not to be seen easily.
Meanwhile...
Outiside, in the short hall that was just outside of the office between the moving
stairs and the door, Elizabeth fell out of thin air and landed on the ground. Hard. Groanin
slightly, she sat up, rubbing the spot on her lower back that she'd hit the hardest. Um, your lower back is curved, Elizabeth!Sue. Unless you were tucked into a ball, you wouldn't land on your lower back.
She stood up and observed her surroundings: a stairway leading down, and a large
oak door with a plaque that read Albus Dumbledore: Headmaster of Hogwarts School of
Witchcraft and Wizardry.
"Witchcraft and Wizardry?" Elizabeth mumbled to herself, aghast at such appalling
arts. That's Elizabeth in a nutshell. She's appalled at witchcraft-why, she ran away screaming from Tia Dalma! She, nevertheless, walked to the door to meet this Albus Dumbledore, hoping that the
name of the school was just a formality Dumbest. Elizabeth Sue. Ever. and that it taught normal things such as grammar
and arithmetic.
The large brass handle turned easily in her hand and she stepped inside to a
curiously circular room that was furnished with some of the most peculiar yet oddly beautiful
objects she'd ever seen.
There was a slight movement in the corner and Elizabeth turned to see a huge, black
dog, resembling an Irish Wolfhound or something of the like, crouched warily in the
shadows, not quite out of sight, but nearly as it was completely black save its bright blue
eyes.
Elizabeth went back to observing the room, looking at the bookshelves and all the
silver items that were whirling and twirling in their spots. She was just squinting to read the
name of an especially thick, leather-bound book when a cold hand clamped tightly over her
mouth while another arms wound around her body, pinning her arms to her sides.
What Sirius saw... Please, Suethors, I am begging you: before you write a story, figure out how to deal with viewpoint changes without killing your story. Is third person omniscient really such an insurmountable task?
The girl that entered the room was tallish, about 5'7" or 8", with light brown curls
falling just past her shoulders. Her bright brown eyes were wide with wonder, and ther dark
lashes were nearly touching her eyebrows as they furrowed in confusion.
Her dress was very old-fashioned, like from the mid-1700s, with a lacy bodice and
petticoats and even a corset. She leaned forward to examine one book when suddenly
Sirius (A/N: Ha! When I wrote that I almost wrote Suddenly Seymour for all of you Little
Shop of Horrors fruits, like me) *dies* realized she could be a death eater.
He transformed and leapt soundlessly forward, pinning her arms to her sides and
covering her mouth with his hand.
"Who are you?" he whispered in her ear. She shook slightly from fright. "What do
you want?"
She gave a muffled reply.
"What?" he said. He was rewarded by her licking his hand in an attempt to let go. It
worked. A man who lives like a dog part of the time is surely squicked by hand-licking.
"I said ‘I can't with your hand on my mouth,'" she said, trying to spit out the taste of
his hand. She quickly spun around to face him and found him dangerously close, which,
him being around 6'3", might have intimidated her had it not been for the fact that his face
looked very familiar indeed. "Jack?"
"What?" he said, more confused than ever. Elizabeth looked him over. He was very
tall, and pretty thin, but that didn't hide his good looks. Yes, it did. J.K. Rowling said specifically that it did! His black hair was tangled and long,
his face and robes dirty, but his dark eyes, strong jaw line, and very kissable lips *headdesk* weren't
hidden by his state of cleanliness.
"I-I'm sorry," she stammered, realizing that he only strongly resembled Jack
Sparrow. No. "I thought you were someone else for a moment." Now his nearness to her and
height was beginning to be intimidating, especially with her pinned against the bookshelf
and him with his arm around her still. There's nothing that Elizabeth finds sexier than being intimidated and physically trapped.
Right then, however, the door opened and in stepped the Headmaster, Albus
Dumbledore. He stared at the two of them for a second, shock etched on his ace, before
smiling, slightly mischievously.
"Why, Sirius, I thought you were here for a meeting with me," he teased, sitting in his
overstuffed chair. Elizabeth and Sirius immediately pulled away, realizing what it must have
looked like to the Professor. This, however, gave Dumbledore a chance to get a good look at
Elizabeth, and he recognized her from history books immediately.
"Elizabeth Swann?" he asked incredulously. She smiled, happy that someone knew who she
was, and nodded. "But-how...well, you're here now, I suppose..."
"Yes, but...please, is there any way you can get me back to Port Royal? All I remember is
Will and I were going to see Jack Sparrow and a sailor knocked me off the dock into the water,"
Elizabeth explained, making Sirius more confused by the moment. He'd never heard of Port Royal,
but the name Jack Sparrow sounded vaguely familiar.
"Can I ask you what year it is?" Dumbledore said, trying to decipher how old she was.
Elizabeth looked at him like he was crazy, which, considering how he acted, as probably true.
"1763, of course!" Elizabeth said. Um, no. That's way, way too late. Sirius' eyes opened widely, realizing she was either
insane or a time-traveler.
"Miss, Swann, this may come as a shock to you, but it's 1996," Dumbledore said, slowly
and clearly, unsure of how this was going to affect her. She just stared at him.
"W-what? That's impossible!" she said, paling considerably.
"It seems that fate had some purpose for you here," Dumbledore said. "We should probably
just wait and see what happens with you here for a while. You can stay with Sirius for the time
being." Hogwarts is a huge castle with innumerable rooms, and Dumbledore sends her to live with an escaped convict in his cursed house? Okay!
Sirius forces Elizabeth to kiss him, and she finds this sexy. No commentary necessary.
"You undressed me," she said, attempting to take a deep breath to rid herself of her blush,
but the task was made impossible because of her corset.
"Yes," he answered, not saying anything else.
She tried to gather as much dignity as she could and stepped out of the bed onto the thick
cream colored carpet. Sirius stayed in his chair, arms crossed, still smirking at her.
For the first time Elizabeth noticed that he was wearing very odd clothes: black pants
made out of a loose, jean material that seemed big for him as she was used to breeches and tights.
His shirt was simple black T-shirt that wasn't exactly loose on him, showing off his muscular
chest.
"What are you wearing?" she asked, voicing exactly what she was thinking.
"More than you," he answered smugly, staring pointedly at her clothes, or lack thereof.
Elizabeth ignored him and walked to where her dress was, hung over the back of a chair
beside a cherry wood desk.
"There's no point in wearing that here, it'll just make it harder to move around," Sirius
said, finally standing up and walking to where she was.
"Well, I'm not about to walk around the house in my undergarments," she said, temper
beginning to flare.
"Some girls just a bit younger than you are will be coming over today to take you
shopping to get you some clothes that will blend in," he said.
"Earlier you said we had all day," Elizabeth said, consciously covering her chest with her
arms. Sirius smiled arrogantly, moving closer to her, and pushing her against the desk, his face
barely six inches from hers.
"Why?" he whispered quietly. "What did you have in mind, Elizabeth?"
"Miss Swann," she corrected, through gritted teeth, pushing him away. "What I meant
was, that earlier you lied by more or less by saying that we had all day to talk about whatever..."
"I have all day," he said, leaning against the chair where her dress lay. "I'm not going
anywhere."
"So you're going to let me go with some people I've never even met that I don't know all
by myself in an England that I don't even know anymore?"
"You don't know me, love," Sirius pointed out. Elizabeth blinked; for a moment there
he'd sounded exactly like Jack Sparrow.
"But I know these people even less," she said, losing her formal composure.
"Don't worry, I know them, and as long as you don't act like you're better than everyone
else you'll be fine and will probably get along fine," Sirius said, getting up and walking to where
the water basin was.
"I do not act as though I am better than everyone else," Elizabeth said in protest,
regaining her aristocratic attitude.
"Well, unless there's a side of Elizabeth Swann that you haven't yet shown then I'd say
my side of the argument is more presentable than yours," he said, moving to the bathroom that
Elizabeth had not yet noticed on the far side of the room. He dumped out the water and came
back into the room, transfiguring the basin into a lamp and placing it onto the desk.
He finally turned back to her, humor gone from his eyes as he stared down at her, still
beside the desk. Before she could react he moved quickly and kissed her lips hard, though only
for a second.
He pulled back before she could do anything. It had only lasted for barely a second, but it
left Elizabeth's lips tingling. ‘Think of will, think of will' she thought over and over in her head,
staring into Sirius' dark blue, nearly black eyes.
Right then Elizabeth realized what had just happened and she lifted her hand to slap him.
Just before it made contact with his cheek he grabbed her wrist and stopped her.
"Don't argue with everything I do, it'll just make this harder for both of us," he said
quietly, trying to decipher her feeling in her wide brown eyes. There was anger, confusion, and
something he couldn't place, maybe guilt.
He let go of her and stepped back, walking out of the room, leaving her mind filled with
confusion at why he had done it, anger that he had done it, and guilt that she had liked it.