Heartcatcher:

Chapter One: Eli Savior

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Titanic. But I do own the original story, Within the Heart of the Ocean.

Okay if you're reading this you have to read Within the Heart of the Ocean first, otherwise it won't make as much sense.

His name is pronounced like the movie Book of Eli or something like that. Anyway it is short for Elijah, so you say the "Eli" part in Elijah.

Beta read by CloSalvatore.

I hadn't spoken more than two words in an entire week. I continued to stare down at the milk jug in my hand as though it didn't exist.

In my eyes it didn't.

" Lily?" I jumped so badly that I almost dropped the milk. Petunia took it from me, setting it on the ground before more harm could come to it.

" Yes?" I asked tonelessly.

She sighed. " Look. You have barely said anything all week. You look like you haven't slept in a month, despite that you showered this morning. You need too-"

" Don't." It was a simple request. I narrowed my eyes at her, just daring her to try to finish her sentence.

" Lily. I know you don't want to, but this is unhealthy You have to," she took my hand and pulled off the silver band.

I opened my mouth to protest, but she cut me off.

" Have you read it?"

I paused, and then slowly shook my head.

" It says ' For love in eternity'" she read.

I didn't say anything, only looked at her. She held the ring out and I took it, scowling slightly.

" Try Lily. You can't kill yourself over him. You just can't. He would want you to love someone else. It's time to move on," she said.

I rose, and silently retreated, glancing back once to see her looking out the window, a distant look in her own eyes.

I walked into my room and stopped, and then backtracked, standing in front of a small mirror.

I slowly let my eyes meet the green ones in the mirror.

She was pretty, standing tall and strong. As I realized this however, all the fight left me in an instant, so I was left as though I was broken. And I was, torn apart by love that I didn't even believe in until now. The girl wore a graying dress, and yet, despite the exhausted, hurt look, she was pretty on the outside. But I knew that inside she was crying, tearing her heart apart because...she had been so foolish to fall in love with a boy who never could stay.

I sighed and continued to walk. I sat down on my bed, and then lay down, breaking down into sobs again.

I was in a light green dress, with a pink ribbon, walking down a white aisle. For a moment I was confused, and then looking ahead of me, I understood.

I could see the train of a pure white wedding dress. I could feel pins stabbing me in the head where I had my head tied into a high bun.

Slowly I walked down, heart pounding, and my unease grew as I reached the end. I slowed down, and paused for a moment, taking in the men.

There were two standing on the side of the groom, who was turned completely away from me.

But I could recognize them by their hair. One had brown hair, with an amber tint to it, and the other had long, black hair that fell in his face.

Something stirred unease in the back of my mind, and somewhere a voice warned me. Telling me to run, run as far away as I could, as fast as I could.

The groom slowly turned, and my heart froze when gentle hazel eyes met mine.

I stepped back unnoticeably, eyes wide with shock. I couldn't say anything. Hazel eyes swept over mine, the same innocent look he had always worn.

I then slowly turned to the bride.

She pulled her veil back, to reveal a monster.

She was a woman, not older than myself. She had emerald green eyes rimmed with black makeup and green eyeshadow. She smiled, her lips were painted a ruby red, and her pale white skin seemed to glow. When she looked at him, there was no devotion in her eyes, her eyes looked like green glass. She had auburn hair, cascading down her back.

Only then did I realize I knew her.

The best man raised his head, and walked forward wordlessly, and kissed the bride's hand. Sirius I realized with a pang.

I then whirled in panic. This girl. She was stealing my love. And no one even noticed. Then I turned, my eyes met hers in a dangerous glare.

She smiled, almost delicately. She looked so fragile, like she was a doll.

Then it clicked.

She was me.

This was the girl in my picture. The picture that now lay on the bottom of the Atlantic. She was pretty, but it was just her act.

She was like he had painted me. A porcelain doll.

As soon as it clicked, I was falling. And I landed in the pitch dark, and all around were icy black waters. I swam, head above the water and struggling to tread water. I could see a lifeboat, gleaming its light, looking for survivors. I tried to cry out, but when I did, the water rose, swamping over my mouth. I swallowed. It was salty, and bitter, tasting of blood. I tried to call out again, but suddenly my lungs seemed to contract, and I couldn't breathe. I struggled, trying to breathe in. I coughed, trying to manage a breath. Instead, I choked on a mouthful of water, and now I struggled harder.

" Lily!" I turned my head sharply at the sound of James's voice. Then I went under, struggling for the surface. I resurfaced, shivering and teeth chattering.

" Lily!" This time I turned my head so fast I hit it into something hard, and it hurt.

My eyes flew open in panic.

Petunia was watching me from a few feet away.

My heart was hammering, and I was gasping for breath.

" Lily?" she asked. " You okay?"

" Fine," I barely managed.

She tilted her head.

I sighed, ignoring her concern.

" Are you sure you're alright?" she asked.

" Yes," I said, not saying more to explain.

Out of the corner of my eyes I saw her cross her arms defiantly.

" That is every day this week, and last week it was two. I thought it was just shock, but now I think it is something more serious," she said. " Now what do you keep dreaming of?"

I stared straight ahead, acting as though I had no idea she was talking. " Tell me Lily!"

Only then did I turn my head. " It doesn't matter." It was a simple answer for a complicated question.

She barely restrained from rolling her eyes. " Tell me! It might help you."

But now I really wasn't listening. Instead I was feeling my pulse. Every time my heart beat, it felt as though I could have felt another heart beat in perfect rhythm with mine. So really it was only luck that I could feel it.

" Lily? Lils! Answer me!" she said impatiently.

I snapped out of my daze. " Sorry, what?"

" I asked what your dreams are about!"

I fell silent again, feeling my pulse which had returned to normal.

" Nothing."

She rolled her eyes. " I know what will make you talk."

I had my head on my arms, sitting with my knees pulled up to my chest, on my bed and staring straight ahead but not seeing the walls. I was seeing the love, devotion and questions in those hazel eyes and hearing the scratch of the lead and following the steady hand of the brush.

" Lily?" I blinked, but didn't answer at once. Instead I slowly turned my head in answer.

I looked toward the door.

" He's sweet, give him a chance," Petunia opened the door, and in trotted a puppy. He was small, with black fur, and bright inquisitive eyes. He blinked, bright green eyes staring up at me. I tore my eyes away from the puppy's and stared at Petunia in shock.

" Do you like him? He's half wolf. The owner was giving them away, said that they couldn't keep them. His name is Tumble, but you can rename him," she offered.

I slowly picked him up. I gave him a long look, thinking hard.

" Eli," I said finally. The puppy looked up in interest. " Eli." The pup pricked his ears and tilted his head.

" Thank you," I whispered. " Thank you Eli...you give me new hope."

For a long time I just watched the puppy, as he rolled around in my bed, snapping at a bug and then I picked him up.

" Lets get you something to eat." I looked around for a rope.

I quickly found a leather collar and a good length of rope.

I heated up some chicken soup, and because Eli wouldn't stop giving me his cute eyes, I gave him a bowl as well.

Petunia walked in a gaped at the sight of me allowing Eli to eat out of my bowl as I read a book. I looked up.

" Hi Tuney. Eli kinda jumped up," I said apologetically.

" No it's just that...well.." she trailed off.

I understood. I hadn't spoken this much, or been as happy for weeks. Ages really.

My Eli. Eli Savior.

And I know I didn't offer for the original, but do any of you want me to write down who's POV it is in, or is it okay without it? Because last story I didn't think anyone got lost..but I'm just offering.