Disclaimer: I probably don't own anything you recognise. I do however own Charles Parkinson's name, as I don't know his real cannon name, and of course the plot to this story.
I have NOT copied the story line of Titanic; it was only influenced by it. It was also influenced by Placebos wonderful song, Days before you came, which is coincidentally the title now!
Warning: This is slash, and if that bothers you in any way, then I don't understand why you chose a boy/boy pairing in the first place. For all you slash lovers out there ; ) there will probably be a lemon.
A/N: I have reposted the beta version of all the chapters so far. Thank you so much Myca for all of your generous help.
Days Before You Came
Chapter 1: The ship of dreams
Harry and Ron were about to embark on there biggest adventure yet, they were now 19 and as everyone who knew them knows, they were two of the most mischievous boys there was.
They were in the small town of Hogsmead; a mile out to sea in the warm Atlantic Seas laid the Hogwarts, the biggest most impressive Vessel to ever take to the sea ever since the demise of Titanic. She excelled her in every aspect, not since the fateful Titanic had there been such a sumptuous ship on water, in case of an emergency there was even enough fully equipped and stocked lifeboats for a ship with twice as many passengers.
The Port side was crammed with hundreds of people wishing their loved ones a safe journey as they boarded transport boats to take them to the ship. Everyone looked in awe, at the splendor that is the Hogwarts. The Ship of Dreams some called it, The Unsinkable others offered, in its praise. Just the sight of it, stationary and proud out at sea, induced gasps of sheer appreciation.
The waves gently lapped against the bow of the boat, and the wind gently carried the smoke and air of excitement around the small town of Hogsmead. Amongst the Farewell parties were the Weasley's. They were allowing their 19 year old son and his best friend Harry Potter to go on the once in a life time cruise together, Mrs. Weasley as all cautious mothers eyed the ship looking for any flaws, any reason she could use to stop her baby boy from going away for a couple of months, finding none she moved her attentions back to making sure the boys had properly prepared themselves for the trip.
"Have you two made sure you have got everything?" She asked.
Looking at the two boys she mused at the fact that they always so similarly dressed, this time in baggy t shirt and jeans. Eyeing a bulky rucksack her youngest son grasped in his hand, she began her tirade: "Do you have your toothbrush…"
"Yes..."
"Change of clothes? Waterproofs? Clean underwear…Condoms?"
"Mum!" Ron moaned in embarrassment.
"What!" She asked exasperated, "I don't want you coming back with a bundle of nappy sacks and puke at your age…You too Harry." Harry moved from one foot to the other timidly, whilst Ron stood gaping at his mum blushing.
Sighing, she looked up at her son, who was considerably taller than her, and she frowned thinking her son was all grown up and ready to explore the world.
"My little Ronnie-kins, you're all grown up," her eyes started to glass over, a threat of a tear looming. "Come here," she ordered thrusting her arms out in a welcoming hug that was as much for her benefit as his.
"Mum!"
"Nonsense, you're never too old to have a hug with your own mother."
Groaning, he walked to her, being embraced in a tight hug, so tight he thought she wasn't going to let go, until Arthur placed a supportive hand on her shoulder. Tears slipped from her eyes unwillingly, as she let go off her son.
"Aww mum, why are you crying? You know me and Harry will only be gone a few months at the most," he kissed her on the cheek. "I promise we will be fine." She smiled at how much he had grown up since he left school, and what a presentable young man he was turning into.
Motherly instincts kicking in, she reached out with a wet finger, and wiped his nose, which always seemed to be dirty. Harry snickered at her antics, until she turned to face him smiling.
"Don't think your getting out of it Harry," she said, opening her arms up for a hug with him. "You're family, and don't you ever forget that."
Mrs. Weasley affectionately hugged him like he was her own child, tears falling on his shoulder from the caring women, who took him in without a second thought.
"Thank you," Harry whispered to her, afterwards shaking hands with Mr. Weasley to say farewell. Mrs. Weasley looked at her watch, seeing it was almost time for passengers to board the transport boat for the ship.
"Go on you two, else you will be late," she said, trying her hardest to look happy, her voice betraying how upset she was feeling, Arthur placing a supportive hand on her shoulder once more.
"Bye!" Ron and Harry shouted at the same time. Both waving, they threw their rucksack over their shoulders, and walked out of sight through the hustle of people waving farewell, sailing in the direction of the vast ship.
Hearing a purring noise near by, they glanced to where the sound came from, and saw a magnificent black Porsche pull up, with black tinted windows.
"Oh Arthur, I have a bad feeling about this," she had spotted the tell tale sign of a silver snake on the front of their bumper.
The black car came to a screeching halt, and a liveried driver scurried out to open the door. His head was bowed in honor, and his arm crossed behind his back, as a man with long platinum hair, neatly tied with a black bow, sidled out of the car. He looked up at the towering boat called Hogwarts, with cool appraisal. Sneering, he glanced at all the common people who surrounded him, whom marveled at the ship.
"I don't see what the big fuss is about. It doesn't look bigger than the Dumstrang," he said to the man, whom had mid length black hair, wearing a suit and followed him out of the majestic car. He showed obvious distaste for the people that encircled them, as he eyed them sordidly as well.
"Now, now, Lucius. I do believe that it is ten times bigger, and far more luxurious." Upon hearing the scuffing of shoes, Lucius turned around to see a young man wearing a black shirt, that hugged his torso perfectly, a lose tie adorning his neck and black jeans that covered expensive shoes. He took a drag of the cigarette that was between his thumb and index finger, and stared daringly at his father through his sunglasses.
"Draco, you know how much I disapprove of your dirty habit," his father said, grabbing the cigarette out of his mouth, and throwing it to the floor. Callously, he took off his black glasses, which concealed piercing blue eyes from view, and turned to face a young woman, who just that second clambered out of a shorter yet elegant black limo, followed by an older, slightly corpulent version off her, considerably more dignified.
"Mrs. Parkinson you are looking as lovely as ever," Lucius said, grasping her hand and placing a light kiss on it. "You're a lucky man Charles."
"Lucius Malfoy. The charmer as always I see," she shifted her beady eyes to the boy standing in front of him. "My, my, Draco, haven't you grown up to be such a splendid young man. I do believe you have met my daughter…" she said gesturing towards the woman walking slowly over to them, "Pansy dear, come and meet these fine gentlemen."
She followed her mother's wishes, and stood beside her. She had a small nose, the lightest shade of chocolate brown eyes Draco had ever seen, and her maturity had served her well, since her curves where nicely defined. Draco smiled at her, at the thought of at least he would have some one his age to talk to, rather than too blundering fat imbeciles, who wouldn't leave his side all of last summer.
She looked solemnly at her father, and the tall man standing next to him, then she shifted her gaze to Draco, the scowl she wore disappeared, and she smiled back, offering her hand.
His father coughed, indicating he should make a move, and he took her hand in his, and shook it.
"Well then. I believe its time to board the ship. After you," Lucius said, walking behind the podgy woman, and her husband. He turned around and gave his son a meaningful stare, before boarding the ship.
"So this is the ship that is unsinkable," Pansy said to Draco, offering him her arm for him to take. Draco sighed, and walked up the platform with the girl latching onto his arm.
"Apparently so." They both disappeared from the crowds view into the unsinkable ship - Hogwarts, and he thought it was no way near the ship of dreams, more like the ship of living nightmares.
Harry and Ron waved excitedly at the crowd of people who surrounded the ship, unable to spot the Wesley's, as everyone became a small dot on the platform. There bags lay forgotten at their feet, as they jumped onto the rails and leaned over to look at the sea splash against the ship, as it departed from Hogsmead.
"Ron, we are the luckiest people in the world!" Harry hooted, as he spread his arms out daringly, letting the wind cascade over his body, his clothes ruffling behind him. Ron laughed at his friends antics, and copied him, enjoying the way the wind glided over his skin.
After there laughing ceased, and a few odd looks from other passengers, they slumped down onto the bench, admiring the ship they had landed on. Sighing, Harry took up a whole bench to himself, lying flat on his back, watching a few birds fly over the boat in union.
Tilting his head to the side he glanced up at the upper class quarters admiringly, his eyes immediately drawn to a young man about the same age as himself, who was leaning over the rails, a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. His platinum blond hair fell in front of his eyes annoyingly, and he flicked it back behind his ear, to reveal stormy blue eyes. Harry was caught staring, but the boy neither moved nor flinched, he just stared back with equal intensity.
Sitting up, he craned his neck to try and see where he disappeared to, because the last thing Harry saw was a tall, black haired man, grasp his shoulder and lead him away. Sighing, he laid back down, to have Ron staring at him quizzically.
This was truly the ship of dreams. Harry thought to himself, as he stared up at the heavens above him.
…to be continued…
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