Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Titanic.
Author's Note: I know this plot has been used extensively, but I don't think there is one for James and Lily. I hope you like this fic and leave lots of reviews.
Titanic
Cast:
Rose DeWitt Bukater ... Lily Evans
Jack Dawson ... James Potter
The Unsinkable Molly Brown ... Molly Weasley
Caledon Hockley ... Severus Snape
Brock Lovett ... Harry Potter
There is blackness, nothing is visible to the eye, and then two faint lights appear, close together... growing brighter. They resolve into two Deep Submersibles, free-falling toward us like express elevators. One is ahead of the other, and passes close enough to fill the frame, looking like a spacecraft blazing with lights, bristling with insectile manipulators. Tilting down to follow it as it descends away into the limitless blackness below. Soon they are fireflies, then stars and then, they are gone.
Pushing in on one of the falling submersibles, called Mir One, right up to its circular view port, we see the occupants. Inside, it is a cramped seven foot sphere, crammed with equipment. Seamus Finnegan, the sub's pilot, sits hunched over his controls... singing softly in Gaelic.
Next to him on one side is Harry Potter. He's in his late twenties, deeply tanned, and likes to wear his Nomex suit unzipped to show the gold from famous shipwrecks covering his tanned and toned chest. He is a sly, fast-talking treasure hunter, a salvage superstar who is part historian, part adventurer and part vacuum cleaner salesman. Right now, he is propped against the CO2 scrubber, fast asleep and snoring.
On the other side, crammed into the remaining space is a bearded wide-body named Ronald Weasley, who is also asleep. Weasley is an R.O.V. (Remotely Operated Vehicle) pilot and is the resident Titanic expert.
Seamus glances at the bottom sonar and makes a weight adjustment. At the bottom of the sea we see a pale, dead-flat lunar landscape. It gets brighter, lit from above, as Mir One enters the frame and drops to the seafloor in a down blast from its thrusters. It hits bottom after its two hour free-fall with a loud Bonk. Potter and Weasley jerk awake at the landing.
In a heavy Irish accent Finnegan says to them, "We are here."
5minutes later, the Two Subs skim over the seafloor to the sound of side scan sonar and the thrum of big thrusters. The featureless gray clay of the bottom unrolls in the lights of the subs. Weasley is watching the side scan sonar display, where the outline of a huge pointed object is visible. Finnegan lies prone, driving the sub, his face pressed to the center port.
"Come left a little. She's right in front of us, eighteen meters. Fifteen... Thirteen... you should see it." Comments Weasley
"Do you see it? I don't see it... there!"
Out of the darkness, like a ghostly apparition, the bow of the ship appears. Its knife-edge prow is coming straight at them, seeming to plow the bottom sediment like ocean waves. It towers above the seafloor, standing just as it landed 84 years ago.
THE TITANIC. Or what is left of her. Mir One goes up and over the bow railing, intact except for an overgrowth of rust draping it like mutated Spanish moss. Tight on the eyepiece monitor of a video camcorder, Harry Potter's face fills the black and white frame.
"It still gets me every time."
Finnegan looks over his shoulder to the bow railing visible in the lights beyond and turns and says wryly, "Its just your guilt because of stealing from the dead."
Harry is operating the camera himself, turning it in his hand so it points at his own face.
"Thanks. Work with me, here."
Harry resumes his serious, pensive gaze out the front port, with the camera aimed at himself at arm's length, he commentates, "It still gets me every time... to see the sad ruin of the great ship sitting here, where she landed at 2:30 in the morning, April 15, 1912, after her long fall from the world above."
Seamus rolls his eyes at the dramatics and mutters in Gaelic. Ron chuckles and watching the sonar, "You are so full of shit, mate."
Mir Two drives aft down the starboard side, past the huge anchor while Mir One passes over the seemingly endless forecastle deck, with its massive anchor chains still laid out in two neat rows, its bronze windlass caps gleaming. The 22 foot long subs are like white bugs next to the enormous wreck.
Still speaking to the camera, Harry introduces, "Dive nine. Here we are again on the deck of Titanic... two and a half miles down. The pressure is three tons per square inch, enough to crush us like a freight train going over an ant if our hull fails. These windows are nine inches thick and if they go, it's sayonara in two microseconds."
Mir Two lands on the boat deck, next to the ruins of the Officer's Quarters. Mir One lands on the roof of the deck house nearby.
"Right. Let's go to work."
Weasley slips on a pair of 3-D electronic goggles, and grabs the joystick controls of the ROV.
Outside the Sub, the ROV, a small orange and black robot called Snoop Dog, lifts from its cradle and flies forward. Snoop Dog drives itself away from the sub, paying out its umbilical behind it like a robot yo-yo. Its twin stereo-video cameras swivel like insect eyes. The ROV descends through an open shaft that once was the beautiful First Class Grand Staircase.
Snoop Dog goes down several decks, then moves diagonally into the First Class Reception Room.
They see through Snoop's video POV, the cavernous interior. The remains of the ornate hand carved woodwork which gave the ship its elegance move through the floodlights, the lines blurred by slow dissolution and descending rustic formations. Stalactites of rust hang down so that at times it looks like a natural grotto, then the scene shifts and the lines of a ghostly undersea mansion can be seen again.
As Snoop passes the ghostly images of Titanic's opulence, a grand piano in amazingly good shape, crashed on its side against a wall is seen. The keys gleam black and white in the lights.
A chandelier, still hanging from the ceiling by its wire... glinting as Snoop moves around it. Its lights play across the floor, revealing a champagne bottle, then some WHITE STAR LINE china... a woman's high-top "granny shoe". Then something eerie, what looks like a child's skull resolves into the porcelain head of a doll.
Snoop enters a corridor which is much better preserved. Here and there a door still hangs on its rusted hinges. An ornate piece of molding, a wall sconce... all giving hints to the grandeur of the past.
The ROV turns and goes through a black doorway, entering room B-52, the sitting room of a "Promenade Suite", one of the most luxurious staterooms on Titanic.
Weasley says silently so as not to disturb the atmosphere, "I'm in the sitting room. Heading for bedroom B-54."
Potter peering at the screen, "Stay off the floor. Don't stir it up like you did yesterday."
Weasley grumbles at him, "I'm tryin' mate."
Glinting in the lights are the brass fixtures of the near-perfectly preserved fireplace. An albino Galatea crab crawls over it. Nearby are the remains of a divan and a writing desk. The Dog crosses the ruins of the once elegant room toward another door. It squeezes through the doorframe, scraping rust and wood chunks loose on both sides. It moves out of a cloud of rust and keeps on going.
"I'm crossing the bedroom."
The remains of a pillared canopy bed. Broken chairs, a dresser. Through the collapsed wall of the bathroom, the porcelain commode and bathtub took almost new, gleaming in the dark.
Potter orders Weasley, "Okay, I want to see what's under that wardrobe door."
The ROV deploys its manipulator arms and starts moving debris aside. A lamp is lifted, its ceramic colors as bright as they were in 1912.
"Easy, mate. Take it slow."
The ROV grips a wardrobe door, lying at an angle in a corner, and pulls it with Snoop's gripper. It moves reluctantly in a cloud of silt. Under it is a dark object. The silt clears and Snoop's cameras show them what was under the door...
Weasley suddenly exclaims, "Ooh, baby, are you seein' what I'm seein'?"
By the expression on Harry's face, it is like he is seeing the Holy Grail.
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On the screen, in the glare of the lights, is the object of their quest: a small steel combination safe.
The Safe, dripping wet in the afternoon sun, was lowered onto the deck of a ship by a winch cable.
Around the research vessel, a crowd has gathered, including most of the crew of KELDYSH, the sub crews, and a hand-wringing money guy named Dean Thomas who represents the limited partners. There is also a documentary video crew, hired by Harry to cover his moment of glory.
Everyone crowds around the safe. In the background Mir Two is being lowered into its cradle on deck by a massive hydraulic arm. Mir One is already recovered with Ron Weasley following Harry Potter as he bounds over to the safe like a kid on Christmas morning.
Weasley boasts, "Who's the best? Say it."
With a slight smile on his face, Harry says in a put upon way, "You are, Ron." And then to the video crew, "You rolling?"
"Rolling."
Harry nods to his technicians, and they set about drilling the safe's hinges. During this operation, Harry builds up the suspense, working the lens to fill the time.
With an excited tinge to his voice, Harry starts his presentation.
"Well, here it is, the moment of truth. Here's where we find out if the time, the sweat, the money spent to charter this ship and these subs, to come out here to the middle of the North Atlantic... were worth it. If what we think is in that same... is in that safe... it will be."
Here Harry grins wolfishly in anticipation of his greatest find yet. The door is pried loose. It clangs onto the deck. Harry moves closer, peering into the safe's wet interior. A long moment then... his face says it all.
"Shit."
Ron finds his voice in the sudden silence that had overtaken the deck,
"You know, mate, this happened to Riddle and his career never recovered.
Harry growls in disappointment to the video cameraman "Get that outta my face."
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In a laboratory on the deck, technicians were carefully removing some papers from the safe and placing them in a tray of water to separate them safely. Nearby, other artifacts from the stateroom are being washed and preserved.
Dean Thomas was on the satellite phone with the investors and Harry was yelling at the video crew.
"You send out what I tell you when I tell you. I'm signing your paychecks, not 60 minutes. Now get set up for the uplink."
Thomas covers the phone and turns to Harry, "The partners want to know how it's going?"
Harry shouts at him almost tearing up his hair in frustration, "How it's going? It's going like a first date in prison, whatdya think?!
Harry grabs the phone from Thomas and goes his mannerisms go instantly smooth.
"Hi, Blaise? Look, it wasn't in the safe... no, look, don't worry about it, there're still plenty of places it could be... in the floor debris in the suite, in the mother's room, in the purser's safe on C deck..."
He trails off seeing something.
"Hang on a second."
A tech coaxes some letters in the water tray to one side with a tong... revealing a pencil drawing of a woman.
Harry looks closely at the drawing, which is in excellent shape, though its edges have partially disintegrated. The woman is beautiful, and beautifully rendered. In her late teens or early twenties, she is nude, though posed with a kind of casual modesty. She is on an Empire divan, in a pool of light that seems to radiate outward from her eyes. Scrawled in the lower right corner is the date: April 14 1912. And the initials JP.
The girl is not entirely nude. At her throat is a diamond necklace with one large stone hanging in the center.
Harry grabs a reference photo from the clutter on the lab table. It is a period black-and-white photo of a diamond necklace on a black velvet jeweler's display stand. He holds it next to the drawing. It is clearly the same piece... a complex setting with a massive central stone which is almost heart-shaped.
He exclaims an a voice soaked in astonishment, "I'll be God damned."
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A CNN news reporter presents a live satellite feed from the deck of the ship Keldysh.
"Treasure hunter Harry Potter is best known for finding Spanish gold in sunken galleons in the Caribbean. Now he is using deep submergence technology to work two and a half miles down at another famous wreck... the Titanic. He is with us live via satellite from a Russian research ship in the middle of the Atlantic... Hello? Harry?
Harry's voice could be heard, "Yes, hey, Lavender. You know, Titanic is not just A shipwreck, Titanic is THE shipwreck. It's the Mount Everest of shipwrecks."
The CNN report was playing on a TV set in the living room of a small rustic house. It is full of ceramics, figurines, folk art; the walls crammed with drawings and paintings... things collected over a lifetime.
In a glassed-in studio attached to the house, amid incredible clutter, an ancient woman was throwing a pot on a potter's wheel. The liquid red clay covers her hands... hands that are gnarled and age-spotted, but still surprisingly strong and supple. A woman in her mid-twenties assists her.
Harry's voice continues, "I've planned this expedition for three years, and we're out here recovering some of the most amazing things... things that will have enormous historical and educational value.
The CNN reporter cuts in with a question, "But it's no secret that education is not your main purpose. You're a treasure hunter. So what is the treasure you're hunting?"
Harry answers rather excitedly, "I'd rather show you than tell you, and we think we're very close to doing just that."
The old woman's name is Lily Granger. Her face is a wrinkled mass, her body shapeless and shrunken under a one-piece African-print dress. But her eyes are just as bright and alive as those of a young girl.
Lily gets up and walks into the living room, wiping pottery clay from her hands with a rag. A Pomeranian dog gets up and comes in with her.
The younger woman, Hermione Granger, rushes to help her.
Lily waves her away with a hand and says softly, "Turn that up please, dear."
The news report continues, "Your expedition is at the center of a storm of controversy over salvage rights and even ethics. Many are calling you a grave robber."
Harry's voice exclaims rather defensively, "Nobody called the recovery of the artifacts from King Tut's tomb grave robbing. I have museum-trained experts here, making sure this stuff is preserved and catalogued properly. Look at this drawing, which was found today..."
The video camera pans off to the drawing, in a tray of water. The image of the woman with the necklace fills the T.V screen.
"...a piece of paper that's been underwater for 84 years... and my team are able to preserve it intact. Should this have remained unseen at the bottom of the ocean for eternity, when we can see it and enjoy it now...?"
Lily is galvanized by this image. Her mouth hanging open in amazement.
"Well, I'll be God damned."
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At the KELDYSH, The Mir subs are being launched. Mir Two was already in the water, and Harry was getting ready to climb into Mir One when Dean Thomas runs up to him.
"There's a satellite call for you."
"Dean, we're launching. See these submersibles here, going in the water? Take a message."
When Harry turns back to climbing Dean stops him with a decisive, "No, trust me, you want to take this call."
Dean hands Harry the phone, pushing down the blinking line.
"This is Harry Potter. What can I do for you, Mrs... ?"
Dean fills in, "Lily Granger."
"... Mrs. Granger?"
Lily's voice amazes him when she tells him, "I was just wondering if you had found the "Heart of the Ocean" yet, Mr. Potter."
Dean puts in smugly, "I told you wanted to take this call."
Harry speaks into the phone in a reverent tone that wouldn't be amiss in a holy place, "Alright. You have my attention, Lily. Can you tell me who the woman in the picture is?"
He almost drops the phone in shock when Lily answers, "Oh, Yes, the woman in the picture is me."
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Author's Note: Alright , so I have deleted the complete fic and am posting the edited chapters one after the other. I have taken care that there are no mistakes in using the wrong character name at the wrong time and I have also checked and corrected all spelling errors. So, I hope all the reader's are satisfied with this edited version. So, Please Read & Review.