Titanic

Disclaimer: nothing of Harry Potter is mine *sob*. It all belongs to the wonderful J.K. Rowling. Now some other sort of disclaimer thingies: first, the name Maltzurrena belongs to teluekh. You can find her/his fan fiction at fanfiction.net. It's called prejudice, I recommend it!!!! Second: the plot about Salazar's twin brother taking over his place in Hogwarts belongs to someone I don't know. *Sob* I thought his or her fic was on schnoogle.com but I just can't find it!!!!!! So people, if you know this person's fic or you are this person email me ASAP so I can ask his or her permission to use the plot. I just want you all to know that I don't want you lot to think that I stole this, so please help me looking for him/her!!!!!!!!! (But the part about this plot is not coming for a long time I think, so if I don't get permission in time I'm going to invent something myself.)

Notes: listen up, and listen good. I'm only going to say this once. So here we go. This fic contains slash!!!! SLASH!!!!! Love between two males if you don't understand it; if it's not your cup of tee then please leave!!!!! There I've said it, now nobody can blame me for something. There will be no graphical sex for the simple reason that I am to stupid to write such a scene. But, if you want to volunteer for writing it (and it's good off course) than I will post it for you. Thanx!!!!

Disclaimer: I don't know what you expect but I can only say this. This fic is based on the movie 'Titanic'. That means that it'll almost be the same, Ok? Thank you. This contains slash en het. The Pairings: GG/SS, H/D (but not much), Hr/R and a bit other pairings. But I don't think I'm going to describe them much. Oh yeah, this happens in the sixth year, Voldemort was defeated in the previous year. That means no OotP spoilers.

That was all that I had to say so. On with the fic!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Two submarines slowly made their way to the bottom of the sea. Darkness surrounded them. They couldn't see a thing. One of the men in the submarines muttered a word and suddenly a circle of light surrounded them.

The man spoke again: "Ok, we're deep enough. Go straight ahead now." The man next to him nodded: "Ok cap." They kept going for a while. And still, out of the circle of light, they saw nothing but darkness. --Mir 1? Brock? Come in please. -- With a last look through the windows Brock Lovett turned and reached for the receiver. --Mir 1 here. Speak up Mir 2. -- There sounded a lot of scraping noises through the radio. A hesitant voice sounded: --I think our navigation system is broken. -- Brock cursed violently. "What's wrong boss?" a man asked. The captain sighed: "Their navigation system is broken. We'll have to cancel the dive, Jim." Jim cursed too. Suddenly the voice sounded through the radio. --Mir 1? Here Mir 2, the system isn't broken. Zeke here had accidentally kicked it. -- Brock sighed again and cursed even louder. --Mir 2? Here Mir 1. Remind me to kick Zeke's butt accidentally when were back?-- A snort of laughter from the other side: --Yes captain. Over and out. --

Suddenly Jim let out a loud squeal. Seconds later Broke stood next to his companion. "What is it Jim, what did you see?" he whispered excitedly. But the man didn't say a thing and kept opening and closing his mouth, time and time again. Finally he gave up speaking and simply pointed at on of the windows. Brock ran to the window, and what he saw was amazing. The gigantic bow of a ship emerged out of the shadows. "Guys, we found Titanic."

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--Mir 2? Mir 1 here. You take E deck and D deck. We'll take the whole first class.--

--Got it boss, over and out.--

Brock Lovett excitedly ran up and down the deck, pushing buttons here and pulling at a handle there. He and his crew were preparing everything to explore the ship with the Dementor, their robot. Jim would steer him, as he was most skilled with that sort of things.

"Are you ready boss?" the large man asked. Brock smiled and nodded: "Let him stretch his legs Jimmy-boy." Jim licked his lips. "Woohoo!! Let's go!" he yelled. Seconds later the robot had entered the first class and it exploring a ship that was long forgotten. Through the remains of a door, into the largest hall that a ship could possibly have. Brock looked into the cameras. "Ok, go left here. Left, no your other left." Jim smiled: "Sorry boss, tiny mistake there." The captain shook his head and sighed. Then he turned to another member of the crew: "In which room did Hockley sleep?" "Room A4." Brock turned around again. He smiled approvingly: "Jim, go." The man licked his lips again. "I'm all ready there man, just chill." The whole crew looked expectantly at the cameras. They had reached the remains of what must've been a fabulous room. Brock pointed at a bed that was floating against the ceiling. "There's where that son of a bitch slept." He whispered. The robot passed a fireplace and a large tub. Here, Jim made a lame joke about someone who left the water running. But soon, they were all silenced. Brock was pointing at a fallen wardrobe door. "There, look. Turn it over Jim." The man nodded and muttered a spell: "Give me my hands man!!!" Soon the robot was shoving the door out of the way. And there it was, the thing what they had been looking for. A safe, a dreadful thing. But to them, it meant money. "Aaalrightie then!!!" Jim yelled "champagne for everyone!!!"

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"Yeah, we did it!!!"

Jim was running all over the deck of the Keldysh. Telling everyone who wanted to hear about what he had done. And Brock Lovett, he felt like god on earth. Quickly, he strode over to the safe. "All right everyone!!" he called for everyone's attention "it's payday today!!!!" Cheering and laughing. And Jim yelling: "Who's the man? I'm the man! Yeah!!" Laughing Brock yelled back: "You're hardly a man at all." Jim scowled: "Funny boss, funny." The captain smiled again and tried to get the crowd silent again. "Role that camera thing. We're opening the safe." Again cheering. Brock muttered a few spells and soon the metal of the lock was melting. "Alohomora." Brock said loudly as soon as the lock had melted away. With a loud thud the metal fell on the floor and water came flowing out off the safe. Everyone was deadly silent by now. Still smiling Brock stuck his hand in the safe. Money, not very useful. He felt inside another drawer. Again money. -Maybe there- the captain thought as he felt yet in another place. A brown folder came out. "No, no. It can't be." Brock muttered. Hastily he felt everywhere again. Nothing, nothing but stupid useless money and a sodding folder. Defeated, he got up and pushed the camera away. "Shit." Was the only thing he said.

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Rose Dawson had her own good life. Living with her granddaughter Lizzy and her cat, Merlin. But her favourite thing to do was pottery. In fact she was doing it right now. That is until she heard the newsreader on the first wizard TV ever. And right now we are talking to Brock Lovett, the famous treasure hunter.



Mister Lovett, some people say that it is wrong what you are doing?

They continued for a while, but Rose didn't pay attention to them. Slowly she got up and looked at the drawing. She felt something come up from within her, a spark. Like a memory. "Nana? Are you all right?" Lizzy came walking out of the kitchen. She put her arm protectively around the old woman. "You need to sit down." But Rose shook her head violently: "No dear, I need to call mister Lovett."

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The crew on the Keldysh was busy. Very busy. They were going to dive again. Because their captain had discovered something.

" I'm telling you Jim, it looks exactly like the other drawing." Brock yelled. "Boss, the guy in the drawing wears a necklace. Ok. It looks exactly like ours. But you can't be sure." The large man yelled back. Brock waved his arms around: "There you said it, it looks exactly the same! The drawing was found in Hockley's room. That means that necklace has to be there." Excitedly he walked to one of the submarines, until Andrew, another member of the crew, stopped him. "A fire call!" Andrew yelled. Brock sighed loudly: "Can't you see we are going to dive?" Andrew nodded: "I can see that. But believe me, you don't want to miss this." The captain looked from the submarines to Andrew and he shrugged. "Five minutes. Nothing more." Excited Andrew pulled Brock with him into one of the cabins. And there, in the fire, was the head of a very old lady. "Rose Dawson," Andrew told him "you'll have to speak up, she's kinda old." Brock nodded and stared into the fire. "Ok ma'am. I'm Brock Lovett, what do you want to tell me?" he said. "I was wondering, mister Lovett, if you had found the heart of the ocean yet?" Surprised the captain stared at Rose and then at Andrew. 'Told you' he mouthed. And then: 'Ask about the picture.' Brock stared back into the fire: "Ok Rose, you have my attention. Do you know who the man in the picture is?" Rose nodded. "I certainly do, mister Lovett. The man in the picture is Salazar Slytherin." Brock fell backwards.

A/N: so, is this what they call a cliffhanger? I don't know actually. *shrugs* whatever. Clear a few thingies up, titanic was build long ago, the 10th century or something. Lizzy is in love with brock, you'll see that. And by a fire call, I mean the thingy with the heads. Ok? Oh, and how Rose knows about salz you'll hear in the next chappie.

R&R please!!!!!!!!!!!

Ps: this was short because I'm going on a holiday right now, for three weeks. I'll update as soon as possible!!!!!!!!