"Knight to D4," Ronald Weasley dictated to a chess piece.

"Pawn to E3," said the man sitting across from Ron. Ernie Macmillan knew he had to win this chess game. Justin Finch-Fletchley would murder him slow and painfully if he didn't. Ernie had just bet two third class tickets to ride on the Titanic—the most luxurious ship in the wizarding world.

Ron Weasley put down three galleons. Ernie did the same.

"Ron, what are you doing? We only have seven sickles left. You have to know when to stop!" said Harry Potter, a green eyed man with messy black hair.

"Harry, just relax, when you have nothing, you have nothing to lose," Ron said slyly. "Bishop to B9."

"Knight to B9," Ernie said, capturing Ron's knight. Ron sat back in his seat and shook his head.

"Ron, please tell me you know what move you are going to make. Please tell me you can make a winning move," Harry said nervously.

"Well Harry, tell me for yourself. Queen to B7," Ron said with a smile on his face. "Oh my, what is this? It appears we have a CHECKMATE!" Ron yelled excitedly.

"No! This isn't possible. Ernie, do you have the slightest clue of what you have just done?" Justin asked.

"Justin, I am so sorry! There is no way I could have lost! Ernie said getting to his feet, making sure there was no possible way his king could move.

"Woo-hoo! We won Harry!" Ron yelled.

"We're going to America!" Harry shouted back.

"No, the Titanic is setting sail in five minutes. Anyone with tickets better hurry up and get on it," said the bartender at the counter. Harry and Ron quickly looked at each other and scooped all of their winnings into a sack and ran out of the pub.

"Here we are. The largest and most luxurious ship in the world," said a man with a thick Bulgarian accent. A girl with long, curly chestnut hair stepped out of a limousine. Right after her came another woman out of the limousine came an older woman who looked like the younger girl, except she had shorter hair.

"I don't see what the big deal is. It's not the largest ship I have ever seen," said the youngest girl, eighteen-year-old Hermione Granger.

"Hermione, you must be out of your mind. How many ships have you seen this large and this luxurious in the wizarding world? Brooke, your daughter is far too difficult to impress," The Bulgarian man, twenty two year old Viktor Krum said to his fiancé Hermione granger and her mother, Brooke Granger. He turned around and walked to the back of the limousine and gave the porter instructions on what to do with their belongings.

"Hermione, while you are on this cruise, you will refrain from giving any attitude on this trip and behave in a proper ladylike behavior," Brooke told her daughter in a whisper.

"Ladies, may I escort you onto the R.M.S. Titanic?" Viktor asked.

"Mum, keep in mind that this is a magical ship and that that people who are waving their wands aren't crazy people who like sticks," Hermione said.

"I don't think she'll have to worry about that after living with you as a fully fledged with for a year now!" Viktor said as Brooke gave a laugh. Hermione attempted to do the same thing, but she knew that it came out sounding pathetically fake. Viktor and the two women walked up a ramp, preparing for a journey that would change their lives more dramatically than they could ever have imagined.