Summary: Titanic, Harry Potter style. 84 years after the RMS Magic sank to the bottom of the sea on it's way to Britain from America, two survivors tell their story of the eventful days that lead up to the night that made history.

Warnings: Slash (malexmale pairing), language, somewhat detailed sex scene, violence, detailed deaths.

Rating: M

Pairing: Hadrian Potter/Ronald Weasley.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Titanic.

A.N.: Hello, hello, hello.. So this is my second story, and I've always wanted to write something like this, I hope it's good enough. xO It'll stick pretty close to the script in the movie, I'm literally watching the movie as I type this. xD Anyway, on with the story

Chapter One: The Drawing in the Ocean.

The TV played softly in the background in the well-lit house, though none of the members really listened to it. A young woman with wavy ginger hair puttered around the beautiful cream kitchen as she made tea for herself and her grandparents. At that thought, the young woman raised her head and smiled at her two grandpa's who were in the room next to the kitchen, flirting with each other as they, together, were doing pottery.

Clear blue eyes rolled as the woman sighed in exasperation. 'You'd think they were in their teens again..' She thought with a quiet laugh.

"Treasure hunter Brock Lovett is best known for finding Spanish gold.."

The woman ignored the news reporter as she set out the tea on the mahogany table, her brown and black dachshund puppy, Mini, jumping around her legs and begging to be fed.

"Okay, okay. I'll feed you in a minute, Mini." She told the puppy, who yipped and turned in circles in excitement. Going back into the kitchen, she began to get the puppies food ready, listening to her giggling grandparents.

"Now he has chartered Russian subs to reach the most famous shipwreck of all, the RMS Magic. He is with us live via satellite from the research ship Keldysh in the North Atlantic. Hello, Brock."

Two pairs of old withered hands worked the brown clay into a bowl shaped pot. Every few seconds, the two husbands would raise their eyes to gaze at each other, making the more feminine elder giggle and blush. Hushed voices exchanged praises to their lover, their fingers touching occasionally as they worked.

"Hello, Tracy. Of course, everyone knows the familiar stories of the RMS Magic. You know, the nobility of the band playing to the very end and all that.."

The smaller male raised his head slowly, a frown forming on his lips as he listened to the television. The RMS Magic... He slowly turned his head towards the television, green eyes wide in surprise. When his husband noticed his hands go slack, he raised his blue eyes and blinked in confusion then followed his love's gaze before his own eyes widened in surprise.

"But what I'm interested in are the untold stories. The secrets locked deep in the hull of Titanic. And we're out here using robot technology to go further into the wreck that anybody has every done before."

Together, the withered lovers stood, the smaller male grabbing his cane, never taking their eyes off the picture. The young woman, who noticed the sudden silence, lifted her head and watched her grandparents in confusion.

"Nana? Papa? Is there something wrong?" She asked softly, walking around the bar to get closer, just in case. But the two males didn't take their eyes off the picture that had appeared on the screen, though the smaller male raised his hand slightly, gesturing to the television.

"Turn that up, dear, please." He said softly as they moved closer, old eyes narrowing to see the picture properly. The woman nodded slightly and turned the volume up a bit.

"I have museum-trained experts sent out here making sure that these relics are preserved and catalogued properly. Take a look at this drawing that we found just today. A piece of paper that's been underwater for 84 years. And my team are able to preserve it intact. Should this have remained unseen at the bottom of the ocean for eternity, when we can see it now?..."

A soft gasp came from the blue-eyed male while the smaller male laughed softly in disbelief. In softly waving water, was a drawing they had not seen for years. The smaller man's black and grey hair moved with his shifting as he turned to look at his husband, his eyes growing wider.

"I'll be goddamned…"