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Harry Potter suddenly felt a crushing weight and heard the rush of water and faint screams. Blinking and looking around, he saw his friend Apolline and Gabrielle unconscious, with blood streaming down Apolline's face. Fleur was pulling herself up from the other side of her seat where she had been thrown, the rope connecting them all tangled around her legs.
Looking around the cabin, Harry noticed that the darkness of the night had disappeared. The windows were bulging under the pressure of the water as the plane began to sink. Near the center of the plane, there was a loud ripping sound, followed by screams and cries for help as people woke up, realizing the death and destruction that had occurred in mere moments. Harry pulled Gabrielle and Fleur towards the emergency row, instructing Fleur to take hold of Apolline and Gabrielle. Fleur gave him a questioning look, but Harry ignored her for the moment.
He stood up, feeling his legs wobble beneath him, and leaned towards the emergency exit. He twisted the latch and pushed the door, but felt a great weight against it. It wasn't an insurmountable weight, however, as with the first push, the door budged slightly. He put his shoulder against it and, shouting with effort, the door began to open. Looking down, he saw the rope had come loose from his wrist. With a swift movement, he pulled it just in time for the door to swing open. With effort, he wrapped his other arm around the yellow inflatable slide that popped out.
"Grab onto me!" Harry shouted back to Fleur, noticing her already gripping the leg of his pants tightly, her eyes wide open, the ropes connecting the four of them. She gave him a firm, determined nod, and he yanked the emergency line.
The slide detached from the plane, twisting and trying to tear away from Harry's arm. He felt his arm twist, pain shooting through his side. Then a wall of water hit him in the face and everything was enveloped in cold darkness. He let out a slow stream of air from his lungs, fearing they were deep underwater, but to his relief, they surfaced in less than a minute. The sea, a swirling vortex around them, Harry struggled to pull Apolline and his sister to the surface, while Fleur helped keep their heads above water.
"Hello!" Harry shouted into the darkness. Listening, he heard only the sounds of waves and the sea around them.
"Help! Anyone!" Fleur shouted. When there was no response, Harry kicked and pulled himself onto the slide, now a makeshift raft. Panting and gasping, he hauled his sister and Apolline, who was now coughing and starting to come around, onto the raft.
Once they were on the raft, Harry quickly checked each of their injuries. There were some nasty bruises already turning black and purple. It looked like Gabrielle might have broken her ankle when they were ripped from the plane. Fortunately, the cut on Apolline's head was small and didn't require stitches.
"Harry," Apolline asked, her eyes just beginning to focus as he examined her cut, "what happened?"
"The plane crashed," Harry said. "I don't know why, but we're in the ocean somewhere closer to Bali than England, that's all I know."
"Harry saved us all," Fleur said, hugging herself, squeezing her knees, and shivering. "Everyone else is dead..."
"We don't know that," Harry said, moving back to Gabrielle.
She had a large knot on her forehead, and her eyes were sunken back into her skull when Harry first checked her. Now he listened to her breathing and heartbeat, glad they were stable and strong. Even as he measured her pulse, she groaned and turned slightly to the side, then expelled a stream of seawater and airplane food onto the surface of the raft.
Apolline was beside them in an instant, patting Gabrielle on the back as she gasped. Harry stood on the unsteady, inflatable surface, straining his eyes to see in the darkness. He could see debris and trunks floating around them but saw no other survivors. He called out again, causing Gabrielle to groan and clutch her head, but once again, he heard no response.
"We need to find water," Harry said. "I hope we find some shelter, though I have no idea how."
"Relax, Harry," Apolline said, patting the rubber beside her. "Come and rest, we can't do anything right now. We'll have to wait until the sun starts to rise and we have light. Come on... please."
Harry hesitated, knowing these moments were critical, but also knowing she was right. They couldn't do anything until they had light. Trying to search in the water would be too dangerous, not knowing what might be out there, surrounded by crashing waves and debris. So he sat down beside her, and as soon as his butt touched the rubber, he felt his limbs shaking, strong shivers running through his body as the shock fully set in.
The four of them huddled together, wet, cold, and miserable. It seemed like an eternity, but finally, the sky began to lighten, and they were able to see the wreckage surrounding them. Surprisingly little debris was floating around. Some larger pieces of luggage floated nearby, and Harry saw large, vacuum-sealed squares floating at some distance. The current slowly scattered everything, and he saw that their raft was drifting much faster than most other objects because of the gentle breeze tugging them along.
"We need to find some water and food in there," Harry said, his teeth still chattering from the cold.
"Wait until it warms up a bit," Fleur said, shivering beside him.
Harry made sure Apolline and Gabrielle didn't fall asleep, worried about concussions, and both of them looked worse off than Fleur and himself. Fleur had been a competitive swimmer and lifeguard in high school for many years, so Harry knew she would be invaluable.
"Fleur, I'll need your help," he said. He looked at her, and she gave him a tired smile and a nod, stretching her limbs. "Unfortunately, we can't afford to wait. I'm afraid the current will carry us too far from those packages. But I think they're filled with food and bottled water."
"Okay," Fleur said, determination on her face as she moved beside him on the raft. "What are we going to do?"
"See those three large vacuum-sealed blocks? I want to search both of them to see if any have water, and then we'll close them and tie them to the raft."
"And what about shelter?" Fleur asked.
"One thing at a time," said Harry. "We can worry about that once we have water and food."
Harry glanced back at Apolline and Gabrielle, giving them a reassuring smile, but noticed Apolline looking down and blushing. Gabrielle was staring at him with fascination. Then he saw where their eyes were focused and felt a cold breeze on his cock, which was hanging out of the bottom of his boxers. Quickly, he adjusted his legs, feeling a rush of embarrassment. Turning forward, he caught a smile and a blush on Gabrielle's cheeks and Apolline's hand quietly nudging the girl.
"Let's go," said Harry, jumping into the cold water, eager to escape.
The impact of the water took his breath away for a second. He felt Fleur slip into the water beside him, having chosen to wear yoga pants and a sports bra. It took a few minutes to maneuver around the debris. Eventually, they reached the vacuum-sealed packages, and Harry was delighted to see they were indeed filled with food—plastic bags containing sandwiches, pretzels, string cheese, and bottled water.
Bringing the mostly submerged package closer to the raft was a tedious process. It required Harry to first tear tape from other packages and make a makeshift rope, then attach it to the container. Climbing back onto the raft, the exhausted Fleur, Apolline, and Harry pulled the package towards them. They moved slowly to avoid breaking the connection and having to start all over again. The sun was high in the sky by the time they finally reached the raft, tearing open the top and pulling out four bottles of water, each drinking deeply under the hot morning sun.
Looking around, Harry was horrified to see most of the wreckage had drifted far behind them, but a few smaller pieces of luggage were still within swimming distance. So, taking turns and being careful not to drift too far from the raft, Fleur and Harry swam and managed to bring back three pieces. They hauled them onto the raft and opened them to discover that two were still dry, while the third was soaked. Each contained women's clothing, which was great for the girls but terrible for Harry, as nothing fit his larger frame. Using the small pile of clothes, they were able to create a small sunshade under which all four could huddle and snack on sandwiches, apples, and cheese.
Finally able to relax now that the essentials were taken care of, Harry felt exhaustion pulling him into the depths of sleep. He tried to ignore the soft bodies pressed around him, but as his head nodded, Apolline pulled him onto her lap, resting his head on her thighs. He felt his cock move as her heavy breasts pressed against the back of his head, but he ignored it as best he could, drifting into a restless sleep.
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