The hard waves thrashed against the floating remnants of the plane, various pieces of cutlery and luggage were scattered around the crash site. The aircraft was immediately torn apart on impact and many of the passengers were thrown far from the wreckage. There, trying to grip onto the nose cone of the plane was Flitwick. With only the moonlight reflecting upon the water, he could barely see a metre in front of him. Flitwick bobbed up and down trying to avoid the harsh waves coming towards him though many of the waves were more than twice his size and had immense trouble trying to stay afloat, even with his oversized life jacket.
"Hello?" He squeaked as his hands began to slip from the plane's wreckage. "Is there anybody—" Flitwick swallowed another large gulp of sea water and choked on the salt. "Out there..." He quietly whispered to himself. At times like this, he wished he had his wand. Unfortunately for him, Arthur Weasley had already taken the wands and placed them into a bag. Among the wreckage, he hoped that it might float by.
"Hello?" Flitwick heard another voice cry. "I'm over here!" The female shrieked again.
Making the tough decision to let go of the plane, Flitwick waded over to the source of the yelling. As he got closer, he soon saw the distressed figure of Molly Weasley, who was also having difficulty staying above the water. Her once tidy hair had collapsed over her face and her muggle makeup, she had specifically used for the evening, was running. Even in the darkness, Flitwcik could see that she had been crying.
"Filius!" She spluttered, upon seeing the tiny Charms Professor. "Have—have you seen Arthur? Or Ron and Bill? Or George and Fre—" Mrs Weasley stopped in her tracks. She still hadn't fully forgotten the tragic death of her son a few years back.
"I'm sorry Molly..." Flitwick replied, ignoring her last reference to her dead son. "I haven't seen any of them." In fact, Flitwick had seen no one since they had crashed. Had they been thrown that far from the plane that he could not see them? Or had they already sank to their watery graves? "It's only us..." Flitwick bowed his head down in sadness.
"Oh... that's quite alright." Molly stated, strangely flustered. "We better find something to hold onto."
Flitwick looked around the ocean but no longer saw any parts of the plane. The part of the plane he once held onto was out of sight so they had to search for another way to keep them up. The pair began struggling over the waves, clinging onto each other for support.
"Molly, look!" Flitwick shouted, trying to point to another figure up ahead. "There's someone else!" The excited pair quickly pushed through to the figure that they could now see, was floating upside down.
"Oh dear!" Molly shrieked, checking the pulse of the figure. "Can you tell who it is, Filius?"
Flitwick could at first, not tell Molly who it was. Apart from the fact that it was almost pitch black, the body constantly was getting washed away from them and Filius could not see their face. "Pomona." Flitwick said solemnly. "It's definitely Pomona." He confirmed, noticing her familiar emerald robes.
The pair remained silent. The thought of yet another one of their friends being killed was horrific. Now that the War was over, they assumed that the death count would remain low. Seeing one dead already made both Flitwick and Molly assume that there would be more. The crash itself was pretty devastating; the party was going so well until then. After minutes of silence, it seemed like the duo had given up.
Meanwhile, Ron and Hermione were clutched together, just over one hundred metres from Molly and Flitwick, and were facing dire problems of their own. Hermione had lost her life jacket in the crash and had only Ron for support. Both were getting extremely weary and were close to drowning... or freezing to death. The water was colder than what many of the passengers had faced before. The only thing that came close was the memories of the Second Task of the Triwizard tournament, in where Ron and Hermione were held hostage in the lake. The difference was that last time; they were never in any immediate danger. Dumbledore would never let anything happen to them. This time, however, they had no magic, and had to fend for themselves.
"Hermione..." Ron choked, wiping his hair from his face. "Have you tried non-verbal spells?"
Hermione seemed to look slightly offended. "Of course Ron! Nothing is working in these waters... something's wrong." Hermione looked over to Ron, who was close to going under. Although Hermione had no life jacket, the swimming lessons she took as a child paid off. She was doing a lot better than Ron. "Ron, you've got to let go of me! I'll be fine, I'm dragging you down."
"I'm not letting you go Hermione, the current's too strong, you'll be washed away!"
"RONALD!" She screamed. "You are in a lot more danger than I am right now and if you don't let go... I'm leaving!"
This seemed to be enough for Ron, who was slightly frightened by Hermione. "Fine." He whispered.
And with that, Ron let go of Hermione and they continued to drift through the unforgiving waves of the sea.
Back over with Flitwick and Molly, the pair still remained silent. They managed to find a piece of the plane's wing to clutch onto but the waves were making it increasingly difficult to hold on.
Flitwick whispered to Molly, as he floating on his back, one hand grabbing the wing. "Well Molly, I believe that this may be—"
"Bill!" The foreign voice called out. "Is anybody 'ere?"
Flitwick and Molly turned their heads over to the calling and saw Fleur Delacour wading a few metres before them, her once beautiful dress ruined by the water.
"Someone please 'elp!" The witch coughed on some water, her head in and out of the sea. A wave crashed over her and she was gone.
"Miss Delacour!" Shouted Flitwick. "Molly, I must go assist her."
"No Filius, please don't—"
"I'm sorry, I must!" Flitwick bid farewell to Molly and paddled as hard as he could over to where he saw Fleur.
"Dear..." He spoke, thrashing around in the waves, searching for Fleur. "Aha!" With all his strength, Flitwick hoisted Fleur's head out from under the water.
"Why, thankyou very much Professor," coughed Fleur, wiping her mouth. Admittedly, Flitwick was having trouble staying up, due to his obvious size; but he was happy to help the young witch.
"Did you see anybody else?" she asked quickly.
"Just Molly, she's right over—" Flitwick gestured to the direction where he and Molly were clutching the wing but she was nowhere to be seen.
"Molly?" Flitwick called out, shocked that at her disappearance, "MOLLY?" he screamed again, "WH—"
The icy wave crashed down onto Flitwick, detaching his life jacket from around his neck. He gasped for breath but was stopped by the churning sea water. He felt his body slowly shutting down as the chilling water took its toll, and found that he could no longer float.
The wave was pulling him under, and he could do nothing to stop it.