Harry Potter/Twilight/Titanic
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
It was a sunny day which meant the Cullen's had to be confined in their home for fear of exposing themselves to the human and bringing the Volturi upon them. Carlisle was in his private library reading the newest medical journal, Esme was cooking up a storm (the food was being donated to local soup kitchen), Edward was playing his piano, and Rosalie, Emmett, Alice and Jasper were watching the news when a reporter said something that stopped Edward in his tracks.
"Treasure hunter Brock Lovett 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 Brock?"
"Yes, hi, Tracy. You know, Titanic is not just A shipwreck, Titanic is THE shipwreck. It's the Mount Everest of shipwrecks."
Edward moved toward the sitting room captivated by the news report. Wondering what caught Edward attention Carlisle and Esme joined the rest of the family.
"I've planned this expedition for three years" Brock Lovett continued, "and we're out here recovering some amazing things... things that will have enormous historical and educational value."
"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?"
"I'd rather show you than tell you, and we think we're very close to doing just that."
"Your expedition is at the center of a storm of controversy over salvage rights and even ethics. Many are calling you a grave robber."
"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 Brock to the drawing, in a tray of water. The image of a man with slightly heart shaped necklace fills the frame. The man was a definite beauty from his messy black hair to his feminine/masculine figure. What really grab your attention were his eyes; you couldn't tell what color they were but the love shinning out of them were breathtaking.
"...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...?"
"Well I'll be damned" breathed Edward. "I can't believe it….. after all these years"
"What is Edward" asked Esme in concern. Everyone was now looking at Edward.
"It's Harrison…he is….was my everything"
"Why don't you sit down and start from the beginning" It was such a human thing to do but he complies anyway still dazed at what he saw. He looks at the rest of his family. They never knew that he was on the titanic; he omits that part whenever he had to tell his story to others. He never knew why, maybe deep down he wanted to keep Harrison to himself but looking at his family now he knew it was time.
"It's been so long since I've been on Titanic and I can still smell the fresh paint. The china had never been used. The sheets have never been slept in. Titanic was called the Ship of Dreams. And it was. It really was."
A/N: This is my first fanfiction so go easy on me people. Anything you recognized does not belong to me, just the idea is mine. Let me know what you guys think.