Disclaimer: I don't own 'Harry Potter' and I'm not making any profit out of this story.
-Gravity-
Summary: When you fall you can't blame gravity. You can't fight it either. The first time we fell, we were 11 and didn't realize it. Carefree and proud. We never imagined that a catastrophe would happen in our time. But it did. In reality you can't get angry when you keep on falling, because some things are meant to be that way, you just have to do the best of the worst. Gravity don't mean too much to me, I'm who I've got to be. Follow the story of the other side of Harry Potter and Wizard War II and you'll se that we al hurt, laugh, live, died and love.
Rating: T for language, may become M for gore, use of alcohol and/or sexual content.
Gender: Drama – Romance – Hurt/Comfort – Adventure – Family – Friendship
Pairings: inclues DMHG, HPGW, RLNT and more.
Warning: OC's and non-canon, almost AU. Use of French, Spanish, English, Italian, German and Welsh. May contain homosexual couples or insinuations.
Note: well, hello. I have been mushing and thinking this story for over a year, so finally -some weeks ago- I began witting, seriously. I decided to post this because I'll really like some feed back to see how the story is going, even if it's not complete. believe me this story is massive, really. I have 12 chapters written and it's not nearly finished, not even half of it!
also, as I stated in the warning (please read it and don't go all hater on me, don't like don't read.) this story contains Own Characters and drifts in some details from the books and movies but it retains the same plot and idea, it also contains many quotes and dialogues taken from the books. for the use of multiple languages, the translation will be provided after the words or phrase to make the reading easier and fluid. not all of the translations are accurate as I'm only fluent on Spanish and English.
there's also a lot of historical or artistic references that will be marked and explained. I like doing research when I write this sort of massive work so I guess you can expect a lot of them.
happy reading.
First year: I. The red train known as the Hogwarts Express.
Gravity don't mean too much to me
Is this our destiny?
My Chemical Romance - Bulletproof Heart
The girl was sitting next to the window, completely alone in the compartment of a train. Her expression was calm and collected. Her violet eyes (1) gazing outside the window into the busy platform. Moving quickly form one face towards the other. Absorbing expressions and movements. Delicate fingers and a small hand brushed a strand of long, shiny black hair from her face. It was safely tucked behind her ear. Blinking eyes and thick eye lashes fluttering over her lightly tan skin. Dusted pink cheeks and freckles over cheekbones and nose. The lock of hair fell on her face again. Pale red lips curling in annoyance. She left it there, lost battles were pointless. Moving back from the window she ran her hands over the front of her a long sleeved gray shirt, smoothing out any wrinkles that could have formed. Black pants and small leather boots cover her legs and feet. A handkerchief of white fabric with grey patters warped loosely around her head and neck (2). Her expression remained smooth and thoughtful. Slowly and carefully the door was opened. Violet eyes peaked curiously towards it. Curly, messy and long brown hair and big chocolate eyes. Pink lips and a small smile that showed the teeth, the two front ones bigger than the others. Healthy pale skin and small body. Delicate fingers. The girl on the door had a bossy and confident posture, she was looking inside the compartment. Dressed with blue jeans and a white and green sweater. The black haired girl looked at her with curious eyes. None of them spoke for some seconds. Finally the brunette opened her mouth and said clearly.
"Hello. I was wondering if I could sit here." The other girl let out a little smile and motion with her head to feel free to do it. The brown eyes girl nodded and hurried inside, closing the door behind her. "Thanks" she murmured. The smile of the other girl stretched a little bit more while she made a casual movement with her head. Some minutes passed in silence. Finally the violet eye girl let out a small chuckle and said softly.
"Hermione." The other girl, apparently named like that, look up and blink her eyes. "Stop been so formal we have known each other for a year, right? Don't be so serious." Hermione pouted and brown eyes locked with violet ones. Annoyed versus amused.
"I'm not formal. I'm polite... and nervous" The other shook her head and chuckle again. The atmosphere in the compartment relaxed. "Don't be like that! Aren't you nervous? I mean, is the first day at school. I can't wait for the classes to start. I'm looking forward to Transfiguration you know, changing one thing to other. Oh and Charms doesn't sound so bad. Have you ever wonder in what house you'll be? Gryffindor or Ravenclaw would be interest houses to be in. Do you think that the teacher will be nice? What about the rest of the first years? I can't wait to be at school!" Hermione's eyes were now shinning with excitement and her smile was bright.
"Yeah, expected from you to feel like that about school." The black hair girl was now grinning as her companion glared and scoffed at her.
"Oh, don't be so carefree, I know you are nervous or at least exited." Her tone was now more confident and a little smug. A tone the curly girl adopted when she had the reason. Something, especially in the academic area, that was really common. Violet eyes narrowed in mock anger.
"No, of course I'm not nervous." Hermione looked at her and rolled her eyes.
"Of course you are not." She retorted with a grin. They glared at each other for a while. Then laughter erupted from them, following with some silence and more staring at each other. The small silence was cut short when the black hair girl huffed and let out.
"I'm not." Another moment of silence and more laughter. Catching her breath, Hermione prepare to retort but the other shook her head and cut in. "Oh, shut up. Don't even think of it. Let's not drag on an impossible argument. I'm not and be on with it." She said, sinking on the seat. Hermione smiled and reclined to.
"If you said so Victoria."
"Of course I do!" While they were laughing and talking the train had moved away from London. Now they were passing the countryside, all green hills and blue skies. Hermione pulled a book and had her nose buried in it. Red cover and thick spine. Crispy new sheets. A soft smile graced her lips and her eyes scanned the pages quickly. Victoria eyes were out of the window again. Violet on blue, collected expression once again.
At half past twelve the hall was filled with noised and laughter. A short and smiling woman came pushing a cart full of candies.
"Do you want something dear girls?" Victoria nodded and nudged her companion that was too engrossed in her book to take notice of her surroundings. Startled Hermione's eyes glared at Victoria over the rim of the book. Victoria's hand pointed with small movements to the door. Hermione glanced at it before shaking her head. The black hair girl rolled her eyes and stood up. The woman smiled to her brightly. Victoria's eyes scanned the sweets, her head tilted to one side in confusion.
"Yes dear?" Victoria looked up and blinked. Her words come out slowly, unsure.
"Oh? Chocolate frogs, thank you." The woman hand them to her and look inside the compartment again.
"Is she sure about not wanting anything?" Victoria considered it for a second. Maybe something to eat will be fine. She slowly nodded and pointed the Pumpkin Pastries. The woman smiled again and hand then to her. The plastic wrappings crunched in their hands. The woman held her hand up, waiting for the coins. Victoria took some out of her pocket and paid the woman, who thanked her and continued pushing the cart down the hallway. Victoria closed the door again.
"Here, Pumpkin Pastries." Hermione looked up from her book. Questioning Victoria and her smile. "If I didn't buy them you'll starve until dinner." Hermione rolled her eyes and her brow furrowed. A teasing smile stretched over Victoria's lips. The other girl glared to her before returning to her book. Victoria rolled her eyes and sat next to her. The pastries stretched over her lap. Violet eyes darting continuously to Hermione. The pale hands of Victoria delicately opened the packed of a Chocolate Frog, picking it up carefully. A bite with a smile and a bit of the chocolate disappeared. The brunette was becoming annoyed under the gaze, her brown eyes kept on re-reading the same sentences all over again and biting her lover lip. Finally she closed her book and extended her hand, giving up. Victoria smiled stretched deviously and gave her the pastries. Hermione rolled her eyes and took them, hiding a smile.
"What? No "thank you Victoria you are the best"?" Hermione narrowed her eyes and shook her head disapprovingly, still hiding the smile. The black hair girl laughed and poked the other, making her squirm a little. Victoria finished the rest of the frog and opened a new one, munching it slowly. Her attention past Hermione, focused on the soft green country. Yawing she took another bite of the chocolate. A mischievous glint shone in her in eyes and she turned towards the other girl.
"Hey Hermione, let's go for a walk around the train." Hermione closed her book (again) and looked at her companion. The brunet let out a sigh and shook her head. Victoria frowned.
"We still have a lot of time here." Her lips wrinkled into a pout.
"Well, go and read a book." The black hair girl snorted.
"I can't. Motions sickness." She stated, staring at the cover of the book. Some golden letters forming an elegant title. Her eyes ignored the letters and focused on the texture, was it leather? Hermione's face was hidden behind it, the brunette sighed.
"Let's go then." The book was shut for third time and final time (while the ride lasted). The two girls walked out of the compartment. Looking up and down the hall they decided to make their way down. The front was full of perfects that would demand them to keep on their compartment. No thanks. A crowd of people was occupying a great space near them, almost at the end of the wagon. Curious, Hermione made her way towards them; Victoria frowned and kept close to her. The group was formed with third and second years, all of them looking at three boys. Two redheads and a boy with dreadlocks, the last one had a box in his hands. The girls pushed their way into the crowd. Hermione looked at the box.
"Excuse me, what's on the box?" the owner of the box looked up at them and grinned.
"Something." Victoria looked at him, not amused. One of the red heads cut in.
"Something scary…" the other red-head continued.
"Are you little girls…"
"…sure…"
"…that you…"
"…can…"
"…handle…"
"…it?" Both girls had been darting their eyes from one boy to the other. Victoria had a small scowl in her face. She hated to be called little (which she was). The black hair girl rolled her eyes and Hermione eyes narrowed.
"Of course we do." The third boy looked at them and slowly, adding a dramatic effect, opened the box. Some girls and boys in the back of the crowd let out yelps and gasps as a long, hairy leg poked from the inside. Victoria and, after a millisecond of hesitation, Hermione inched closely to the box. Peeking inside. "Is that a spider?" Asked Victoria with made a sound of disgust. All around of them, the crowd relaxed.
"It's actually a tarantula." Hermione pointed, looking inside the box again. "Look, for starters it's hairy."
"You girls are no fun." Said the boy with dreadlocks. Hermione smile apologizing. Victoria smirked. Then he turned towards the brunette. "And yes it's a tarantula." The girl smiled proudly. Victoria poked her in amusement. Hermione poked her back and smiled. Victoria lips curved into a small smile. The black-haired girl pulled Hermione and they continuing their way down the train.
"Sorry for ruining the fun." Called Hermione and Victoria nodded at the boys. The boys laughed and the two girls swore that they pulled out the tarantula, making the crowd gasp again.
The two of them continuing their way down the train. Hermione telling Victoria a story she had read on the weekend. Something about a castle in the air and a princes with golden hair. When a boy came out of a compartment. He had round faced and tearful eyes. He was looking down at the floor and didn't notice the girls until he was in front of them.
"Oh... sorry," he said. "but have you seen a toad at all?" Victoria gave him a blank look and answered quickly.
"No, we are sorry."
"I've lost him! He keeps getting away! Why me?" Hermione and Victoria exchanged a glance. The brunet looked behind the boy into the open compartment door. The boy went away. Hermione pointed to Victoria the inside of the compartment. Two boys were inside. One of the, a red head and tall boy, had a wand raised. The two girls, leaded by Hermione, entered the compartment.
"Oh, are you doing magic? Let's see it, then." Hermione said, excited.
The girls sat down. The red head looked taken aback.
"Er- all right." He cleared his throat. "Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow, turn this stupid, fat rat yellow." He waved his wand, but nothing happened. The rat in his lap stayed gray and fast asleep. Victoria snorted. Clearly amused by his failure.
"Are you sure that's a real spell?" said the brown head girl. Her voice in bossy mode. "Well, it's not very good, is it? I've tried a few simple spells just for practice and it's all worked for me." Victoria glanced at the boys, amusement clearly in her eyes and said plainly:
"You tried to turn the rat yellow? Let me." Drawing out her wand, she pointed it to the rat and said softly. "Pingere Virêscô (3)" The rat became a vivid emerald green. Hermione laughed. The boys looked stunned for some seconds. The red head ears turned a vibrant shade of red to match his hair. The other boy, skinny and with black haired had his green eyes wide open in amazement.
"Wow." he then asked "Excuse me but… who are you?"
"I am Hermione Granger and you are…?"
"Ron Weasley" The red head muttered.
"Harry Potter." Hermione looked at him, curious.
"Are you really?" said Hermione. "I know all about you, of course, I have a lot of books, and you're in 'Modern Magical History' and 'The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts' and 'Great Wizarding Events of the Twentieth Century'."
"Am I?" said Harry, looking dazed.
"Goodness, didn't you know? I'd have found out everything I could if it was me." said Hermione annoyed. Victoria sneer, to both Hermione and the boys. The boys looked at her sharply. "Anyway you two had better change, you know, I expect we'll be there soon." Both girls stood up and headed to the door. Harry called behind them.
"Hey, you didn't tell us your name." Victoria turned around and smirked.
"Victoria." She answered slowly and then they were out, closing the door behind them. When they were some steps away, the girls smiled.
"Is he really in 'The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts'?" Hermione nodded.
"Emerald green?" Hermione then asked Victoria in return, who just shrugged.
"I can still go back and change it to pink." Hermione giggle and shook her head.
"I don't think they would want that" Both girls smiled and made their way back to the compartment.
Hermione grabbed her book again and eyed it, contemplating to keep on reading or not. Victoria closed the curtains of the compartment and pulled her uniform out, black tunic, dark gray school girl skirt, white button up blouse, a small black tie, gray vest and black cloak. She looked at the items curious.
"It is so… English" Victoria murmured. Hermione giggle form behind her book.
"Yes. We are in England." Victoria made a 'tch' sound. The other girl pulled out her clothes and began changing. Victoria followed her example. Victoria looked down at her clothes. The skirt ending abode her knees, her legs covered with black leggings, the small black boots in her feet and up her ankles. The shirt long sleeved and the tie loosely tied around the neck. She kept the handkerchief around her head.
"I still think this is to English." Hermione giggled once again, shaking her head. The sun was getting lower and lower in the sky. Victoria went to open the curtains and hear a voice talking and cursing in Italian. Curious, she opened the door. Two boys were in the hallway, already dressed in their uniforms. One of them was tall and with tan skin, black messy hair and golden eyes, the other had dark brown hair, his skin was paler and had green eyes. Victoria frowned, both of them looked mad.
"Ciao, stai bene?" (Hello, are you ok?) The tall boy looked up at her. The other rolled his eyes.
"Sì. Siamo stati buttati fuori." (Yes. We were kicked out.) Victoria frowned. The green eyed boy cut in.
"Sorry, would you two mind speaking in English?" He said, clearly annoyed. Hermione had come to the door and poked Victoria.
"He is right you know." Victoria smirked at her.
"Sorry. You said that someone kick you out. Of the compartment?" The green eyed boy nodded.
"Some fifth year Gryffindor. He said that he needed it. Had a clingy girl next to him." He said clearly disgusted. Both girls made a face. Yes, disgusting situation. Hermione glance at Victoria. The black hair girl looked at the boys.
"Want to come? It's only the two of us." The boys shrugged and came in. The black hair boy sat next to the window in front of the girls. The other boy sat next to him. Victoria claimed the other seat next to the window and Hermione sat next to her, picking up the book and placing it in her lap.
"Thanks. We are not even in Hogwarts and I hate the Gryffindors already." The rest of the compartment chuckle. "I'm Theodore Nott Junior. Call me Theo."
"I'm Hermione Granger."
"I am Victoria."
"Blaise Zabini."
It was getting dark. They could see mountains and forests under a deep purple sky. The train did seem to be slowing down. A voice echoed through the train: 'We will be reaching Hogwarts in five minutes' time. Please leave your luggage on the train, it will be taken to the school separately.' The train slowed down and finally stopped. People pushed their way toward the door and out on to a tiny, dark platform. They shivered in the cold night air. Victoria was trembling so bad that her teeth were making noise. A second cloak was thrown over her shoulders. She looked up at Blaise, thanking him softly. Inward she pouted, the weather was so cold, colder that what she was used to. Then a lamp came bobbing over the heads of the students, and a deep and loud voice said: "Firs' years! Firs' years over here! All right there, Harry?" A man with big hairy face beamed over the sea of heads. "C'mon, follow me, any more firs' years? Mind yer step, now! Firs' years follow me!" Slipping and stumbling, they followed the man down what seemed to be a steep, narrow path. It was so dark on either side of them. There must be thick trees there. Nobody spoke much. The boy who kept loosing his toad, sniffed once or twice. "Ye' all get yer firs' sight o' Hogwarts in a sec," Hagrid called over his shoulder, "jus' round this bend here."
There was a loud "Oooooh!"
The narrow path had opened suddenly onto the edge of a great black take. Perched atop a high mountain on the other side, its windows sparkling in the starry sky, was a vast castle with many turrets and towers. "No more'n four to a boat!" Hagrid called, pointing to a fleet of little boats sitting in the water by the shore. Victoria, Hermione, Blaise and Theo occupied one. "Everyone in?" shouted the man, who had a boat to himself. "Right then… FORWARD!"
And the fleet of little boats moved off all at once, gliding across the lake, which was as smooth as glass. Everyone was silent, staring up at the great castle overhead. It towered over them as they sailed nearer and nearer to the cliff on which it stood. "Heads down!" yelled the big man as the first boats reached the cliff; they all bent their heads and the little boats carried them through a curtain of ivy that hid a wide opening in the cliff face. They were carried along a dark tunnel, which seemed to be taking them right underneath the castle, until they reached a kind of underground harbor, where they clambered out onto rocks and pebbles."Oy, you there! Is this your toad?" said the man while checking the boats as people climbed out of them.
"Trevor!" cried the round faced boy blissfully, holding out his hands. Then they clambered up a passageway in the rock after the big lamp, coming out at last onto smooth, damp grass right in the shadow of the castle. They walked up a flight of stone steps and crowded around the huge, oak front door. "Everyone here? You there, still got yer toad?" The man raised a gigantic fist and knocked three times on the castle door.
1. Violet eyes: tough uncommon, not impossible. It can be form of incomplete albinism (genetically disorder that makes the body produce very small amount of pigment know as melanin) or a specific amount of pigment in the iris, the more melanin you have the darker your eyes will look. Blue eyes exist as well as black, violet is a shade between them. Elizabeth Taylor had violet eyes. She also used black eyeliner, brown eye-shadow and purple or black clothes to make the color of her eyes even more intense.
2. A handkerchief of white fabric with grey patters warped loosely around her head and neck: in many Mediterranean and Arabic cultures women used pieces of fabric to cover their head and necks for many different reasons (from climatic conditions, to social class, to moralistic reasons) until very recent times.
Now on days, it's almost used by Arabic women. Tough it's related to Muslims, the fabrics covering head and neck, existed before Mahomet and Muslims. Especially in deserted areas to protect the skin and eyes from the sun, wind and sand. I won't used the word "veil" to avoid controversy but yes, the handkerchief used by Victoria is similar to the modern hijab, a long rectangular piece of fabric that goes the head and neck and then over the shoulders, in a draping.
3. Pingere Virêscô: Pingere in Latin means "pain; to color" while Virêscô is the word for emerald green. It could be roughtly translated (or understood) to "color it emerald green".