This story is based on real events that took place in history that I will be merging with fanfiction. Please note that this is not a crossover with the movie Titanic. There will be no Jack or Rose in this story but the real that were actually on the Titanic and some people of my own creation. This story is NOT SLASH. THERE IS NO SSHP. There will be a female character in later on in the story that I will use. Mind you, because I like the movie and it being somewhat historically accurate I will use some scene that were in the movie that are not in the history books. But still this is not a crossover with the Titanic movie and Harry Potter books. I wanted to do this story in honor of those who died 100 years ago on April 15. I hope you enjoy and please leave comments. NOW HERE WE GO.

Chapter One: Potion Accident

Professor Severus Snape sat at his old worn out desk marking some poor first year essay. His pale hand flew up and down the page fiercely making the parchment blood red all over. As he did this, the professor grumbled to himself, cursing his students to the lowest parts of hell. A few minutes later, he tossed the badly written essay aside and moved to the next poor soul's paper that was going to receive a failing grade, because their professor was in a bad mood that night Snape wrote a huge T at the top of the paper and threw that aside as well. He then glanced up at the clock that hung on the wall. It was ten minutes to seven. He sighed, stood up from his desk and marched into his private stores. He climbed the narrow ladder up to the fourth shelf and began taking down a few potion ingredients.

A moment later, he stepped back into his classroom and strolled over to the waiting desk that had a large cauldron sitting upon it. He carefully set the ingredients down and lined them up in alphabetical order. He had always been a neat freak and could never stand an item out of place. Snape glanced once more at the clock.

"Potter better be here in the next two minutes" Snape thought. "Or I will add another weeks' worth of detention to his punishment."

No sooner than he had thought that, he heard a light knock on the door. A second later the door opened to reveal a not too thrilled Potter. Snape carefully looked the boy up and down. His uniform was in a poor state- shirt half untuck, collar unbuttoned and ties loose.

"10 points from Gryffindor for being out of uniform, I suggest you straighten up and hurry into this classroom before I hand out more detention."

Harry hastily shoved his shirt back into his pants, buttoned his collar and straightened up his tie, all of this while cursing Snape in his mind. Once finished, he shut the door behind him and hurried over to the desk that Snape was standing in front of.

Snape glared down at his student with narrowed eyes. He just realized how short Potter was compared to him. He himself had been much taller than him at the age of thirteen.

"What will I be doing tonight, sir?" Harry asked trying to keep the venom out of his voice. "You, Mr. Potter, will be making the Restoration Potion", Snape answered. "Here are your ingredients, the directions are in your text book on page 294, and you have three hours to complete it. Begin.

Snape turned away with a whirl of his black cloak dragging behind him. He moved back towards his desk and sat down. He picked up his quill and began scribbling on the next student's essay. Every ten minutes he lifted his eyes from the parchment and checked on Potter's progress. The boy had a deep look of concentration displaced on his face. His eyes scanned back and forth between the text book and his cauldron.

Snape could see that the boy was clearly to put an effort into his work, something that he didn't do often. Most of the time the boy was either daydreaming in class or he was plotting something with his two dunderhead friends. Snape turned back to his work and continued marking.

Harry looked up at the clock and sighed loudly. This potion was difficult and was taking all his focus. He stirred the faint violet potion counterclockwise six times like the directions stated. He then rechecked the text book and saw that the potion had to simmer for at least five minutes.

Harry sighed in relief. He stretched his arms over his head and yawned. He then flopped down in the chair next to his desk to take a break. Snape's head snapped up when he heard Potter yawn. He watched the boy get comfortable in a chair.

"What are you doing, Mr. Potter? Your potion is not finished yet" Snape snarled.

"The book said that it has to simmer for five minutes, sir. So I am waiting to begin again", Harry stated calmly.

Snape frowned at the boy. "This is a detention, believe it or not. You are not here to sit down and get comfortable. Stand up and wait by the desk and finish your potion" he added.

Harry gritted his teeth; he stood up and walked back over to his desk. He waited until Snape turned his attention back towards his work before he called his professor a git under his breath. But his voice had not been low enough. The potion masters' head violent jerked upward, his black eyes ablaze. (BTW, I love the adjective "ablaze") "What did you say, Mr. Potter?" he asked in a deadly whisper.

Harry froze, his answer getting caught in his throat. Snape had heard him insult him. Snape pushed his chair back a loud scrape across the stone dungeon floor. He walked over to the boy and stopped a few inches away from him. Snape sneered down at him, his teeth clenched together.

"What did you call me?" he questioned again.

Harry stared up at his teacher for a moment. "All called you a git, sir he whispered, suddenly becoming interested in the floor.

"And why is that, Mr. Potter?" He already knew the answer but wanted to play with the boy's emotion even more.

"Because, sir, you're being unfair like you always are" Harry told his professor.

Snape lifted a black eyebrow. "How am I being unfair, because I told you to stand up and wait for the potion to simmer instead of allowing you to sit down and relax?"

Harry didn't say anything, but Snape continued anyway. "You think I assigned you detention so you can come down here and relax?" Snape asked. He watched the boy kept staring at the floor, avoiding his question. "Answer me, Potter."

Harry finally raised his eyes and looked at his professor "No sir, I don't think you gave me detention to come and relax, but I do believe you gave it to me unfairly."

"Really, in what way?"

Harry hesitated for a moment, unsure whether he should reveal what he was thinking.

"I'm waiting, Potter" Snape urged him.

"Because I was in possession of a time turner, you gave me detention just for that" Harry spat.

"Just for that", Snape repeated back. He reached into his cloak and pulled out a small circular object that was tied around a golden chain. He held it out in front of Potter's face right between his eyes.

"Do you have any idea how dangerous this object is?" Snape waited a moment for Harry to answer. From the lack of his response, he knew the boy didn't. "One wrong move with this time turner and you could cause serious damage to the time flow. You could go back and change events and stop or cause things to happen. Do you understand this, Potter?"

Harry stood stocked, still gazing at the time turner that was in Snape's hand. His mind was still trying to process what the man had just said. When he had taken the time turner from Hermione, he had known what it was, but not the extent of what it could do. "You could go back and change events and stop or cause things to happen," Snape voice echoed in his mind.

His parents' death came into his mind. He could prevent it from happening. He could save them. If he went back into the past, he could change the events and everything would be different. They would still be alive and he could have a real family.

Harry finally came back to himself and realized Snape was still speaking. But his mind was not processing what the man was saying. His mind and eyes were on the life changing object in Snape's hand. His mind screamed at him to get the turner. Without thinking he reached out and tried to grab the time turner that Snape was holding.

Snape's expression went from being annoyance to fury in a matter of seconds. "What are you doing, let go!" he yelled. But Harry wasn't letting go, he used both hands trying to wrestle it out of Snape's grasp but the man had a firm grip on it.

"Give it to me!" Harry cried.

"Let go of it this instant, Potter!" Snape commanded.

But his instructions fell on deaf ears. He then heard a loud hissing noise and looked behind Potter. The boy's unfinished potion was violently boiling and whining behind them. The violet liquid was beginning to leak over the cauldron. Snape reached for his wand with his free hand to stop the potion that was going to explode any second and at the same time gave one final tug at the chain of the time turner. He hadn't managed to get rid of the boy's grip on the thing he was still holding on firmly. Snape heard a click and saw the time turner had begun spinning and glowing. He was about to shout for Potter to let go of the thing, when there was a huge explosion and he felt liquid rain down upon them. The force of the potion knocked them both across the room. He felt himself beginning to spin and Potter tightly clung to him. A second later there was bright light and they saw a gray surface come into view.

Snape and Potter crashed painfully into the damp stone sidewalk. They rolled a couple of feet and came to a halt, nothing but a mass of limbs and tangled clothes. They laid there for a moment, catching their breath. A second later, Snape roughly pushed the boy off of him and sat up.

He scanned his surroundings and realized that he was outside and it was raining heavily and he and Potter were soaking wet. He stood up on shaky legs pulling Potter to his feet with him. This time, Snape took a careful look around his surroundings and from what he saw they looked nothing like the Hogwarts dungeons.

"Potter, what have you done" he whispered.