"Father please!" Hot, salty tears rushed down my face. People were staring, watching us like some kind of stage production forged for their entertainment. My father pulled me into a hug, like he would when I was a child, the familiar smell of his robes filling my senses. All my restraint melted away and my body shook as I sobbed, harrowing sobs, into my father's clothes. My tongue swelled and stuck to my mouth as I tried desperately to get the words out "I-I-I love him daddy"

I wasn't even thinking; I was only feeling.

"Shush" His voice was gentle yet remained assertive. His bony hand gently stoked up and down my spine, calming me as I struggled to breathe between the crying. This was the kindest I had seen my father for such a long time, that should have set me on edge immediately. I felt a movement on my hip but I reacted too late. My father had taken possession of my wand. "It's time we go"

I felt his arm on my back, attempting to lead me away. I shrugged off his touch and moved away from him "I'm not leaving without Charlie"

I didn't give him a chance to try and convince me otherwise or risk him taking me by force. I turned, and ran into the direction that they took Charlie. I ran until my father's shouting quieted to nothing. It was at that point I realized I didn't have a clue where to go. So I just kept running, ripping open every door I came to and checking he wasn't inside.

Any passer by that I could grab I questioned if they had seen Charlie, if they had seen the ginger boy getting dragged away. I eventually came across an office decorated with oak furnishings. Two men leaned over a desk, and as I entered they turned to face me. The shorter of the two, I recognised as being one of the men who took Charlie.

I leapt at him, grabbing him by his robes and shaking him. My menacing display clearly had no effect on him and he just laughed at me. I screamed into his face "Where is he?! Where did you take him?!"

It was the other man who spoke. Tall with dark hair and a moustache that had been so well maintained that it almost appeared regimental. He cleared his throat before speaking "Miss, the muggle boy has been returned to his room, he will have the same chance as any other muggle on board. Now, please can you unhand my officer and follow evacuation instructions. The ship is sinking and it is imperative we act fast"

The man spoke so calmly, as if there truly was no reason to worry. For him, there wasn't. His safety was ensured thanks to wonders of magic. The same could not be said for Charlie. His chances of survival were growing slimmer for every second I wasn't with him. I let go of the officer, whose smirk remained plastered to his smug face, and took off down the corridor and back out the mirror.

Down staircase after staircase before finally arriving to the third class living quarters. Here the water rose up to my knees and it took incredible effort to move through the sloshing waters. Constantly fighting against the current of rushing water, I searched for the room number. The lighting flickered making it hard to read door numbers or navigate. If only I still had my wand with me then this would have been handled so much quicker.

I found it and by some sense of mercy the door was unlocked. I thanked the universe for that, but opening the door all gratitude vanished.

Charlie stood, soaking wet in both sea water and his own blood, badly beaten and handcuffed to a pipe. I rushed towards him pulling his face to mine and kissing him. He was alive, despite everything, he was alive. I pulled away from him and saw his face masked with confusion.

"Not that I aint thankful for it love…but is there a reason your kissing me?" he said his expression a mix of smirk and shock "But shouldn't you be leaving this 'ere ship? If you hadn't noticed, it's sinking a bit"

"Charlie…what wrong? What are you saying?"

"Do I know you, sorry?"

It took me a moment to get over the pain in my chest and the burning in my throat. They had taken his memory. It was standard procedure in these cases, part of the secrecy act, I just didn't think of it. It hit me like a ton of bricks that he had no clue who I was and everything he may have felt for me was now gone too.

"Do-" I struggle to speak "Do you know where the key is?"

"The blokes who put me 'ere took it with them" he clanked his cuffs against the pipes to emphasize the issue "So I suggest you get out of here, a pretty girl like you shouldn't die down here like me"

There wasn't enough time for me to head back and get the key, by the time I returned he would be fully submerged at the rate the water was rising. I ran into the hallway looking for anything that could of use to break him free and came back empty handed. There were no solutions here, I was stuck and magic couldn't help me. Which meant I couldn't help him.

"Get out of here!" The water was at his hip and he was shivering violently "Go!"

I fought my way across the room and stood at his side, feeling completely hopeless "I'm not going to leave you here…I can't do that"

"Who are you? You…you knew who I was"

"You might not know me" the tears rolled down my cheeks and my breathing was struggling "But I know you. Very well, and once…once we were very close. We- I love you"

He didn't reply immediately. I'm not sure what he could have said if I'm honest. What I wanted to hear more than anything wasn't something he would think to say.

"You shouldn't die down here…you should leave, while you still have a chance" I stayed rooted to the spot I was in. I had given up. "Well do you at least want to stand with me? I don't think anyone wants to…well I don't want to be alone when I…"

I moved to him, the water halfway up my chest and his arms wrapped around me. I could feel the difference, there wasn't the same warmth. It wasn't just because of the water either. He held me, and I was grateful, even if it was just pretend. I closed my eyes and breathed him in. My last memories were of his scent and I traced back every moment we had shared, and my last thoughts were only that there should have been more.