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-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 all 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: includes 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: I love this chapter. gives me the feels...! jajaja. anyway, it's a really short chapter, but I hope you enjoy. thank you to the ones that have read, favorited, followed and review this so far. knowing that someone has read it makes me want to keep on. first year is almost over, one more chapter an then off to second.
First year: Chapter V. Late night detention and nightmares
""Don't look, don't look" the shadows breathe"
The Cure – Burn
It had been funny; hell it had been bloody fantastic. Thanks to Potter, Lombotton and that girl, Lisa Turpin, Gryffindor had lost one hundred and fifty points and the chance to win the House Cup. Sure, Draco had loosed fifty points to Slytherin, but fifty was nothing compared to one hundred and fifty. Oh yes, 'Potter we own you one.' The Gryffindor boy was no longer a Quidditch hero. Huh, he could be the youngest seeker of the century but that was not saving him. A fact that Draco liked to sneer over. Nothing the young Malfoy had pulled was as fantastic as this, not the fake midnight duel, the incident with brooms and the remember-ball, the fight in the Quidditch match, all of their potions classes. Nothing was as grate as this. Victoria watched them amused at breakfast, the snakes basking in the loose of the lions. It was funny. Blaise had dropped Potter's backpack from his desk in potions and no one, not even Gryffindors, had said anything. Turpin and Weasley, had glared at him but retreated at the sight of Professor Snape. Theo and Victoria laughed over the smoke of their potion. Childish yes, but the frustrated look on the Gryffindors was priceless. Even Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs turned on Potter, because everyone had been longing to see Slytherin lose the house cup. It was so epic.
Until that morning, Draco had forgotten that he had to endure a detention. On the Forbidden Forest. That is when things stopped being funny to him. In fact they were not amusing at all. He said goodbye to Blaise and Theo in their shared room. Sulking all the way until he was outside of the common room, the stone wall slamming back in place after he left.
It was almost fifteen before eleven o'clock.
Vincent and Goyle were already fast asleep. Blaise was reading an Italian novel next to the under water window, the glow of it barely enough to see the black ink letters. Cities of fantasy and poetic (1) described in the dusty pages. Cities that where once so far away, in a land from other world perhaps. Cities of eyes, of memory, of death. Happy cities, lonely cities. Cities that you cannot live.
Blaise eyes looked from the pages of the book towards the bed of Theo. The British boy had sat up and balanced himself on the side of the bed. Slowly he rose and looked at Blaise. He had green sad eyes. He walked quietly and dropped himself on the floor. Minutes passed in silence. The Italian returned to the text between his hands.
"I was just dreaming of sad things. Of things long dead." Theo finally said. Blaise looked at him, taking up the book and reading.
"(…)Una città che vedo in sogno, dove non s'incontrano che morti, il sogno mi fa paura." (2) He mumbled softly.
"A city that I see in my dreams, where I see only deceased, if so the dream scares me." Victoria translated from the door. She looked so small in the bluish light. Blaise nodded. Victoria's head was uncovered, her perpetual handkerchiefs discarded in the night. Shiny, long black hair covered her shoulders and face. She pulled the cover form Blaise's bed and drop on the other side of the Italian, covering herself and shivering on the fabric. Theo shivered and wrapped his arms around his knees. Blaise looked at them and opened the book again. He read it quietly first and then translated it, slowly and carefully.
"Thin cities (3). Now if you want to believe me, fine. I'll tell you how Ottavia is, the spiderweb-city. There is a precipice between two steep mountains: the city is over the void, bound to the two crests with ropes and chains and catwalks. You walk on the little wooden ties, careful not to set your foot in the open spaces, or you cling to the hempen strands. Below there is nothing for hundreds and hundreds of feet: a few clouds glide past; farther down you can glimpse the chasm's bed. This is the foundation of the city: a net which serves as passage and as support. All the rest, instead of rising up, is hung below: rope ladders, hammocks, houses made like sacks, clothes hangers, terraces like gondolas, skins of water, gas jets, spits, baskets on strings, dumb-waiters, showers, trapezes and rings for children's games, cable cars, chandeliers, pots with trailing plants. Suspended over the abyss, the life of Octavia's inhabitants is less uncertain than in other cities. They know the net will last only so long." His voice a soft murmured until the three of them fell asleep. Dreaming of a city that floats over a kingdom of clouds. Secure away from nightmares.
Draco found them when he came back. Pale and shaking, cover in cold sweat. He pulled the cover from Theo's bed and covered them. Snorting a little, thinking that if they catch a cold it'll not be his fault. He took the book from Blaise's hands and skimmed the black ink letters in his own bed, not really understanding the words in Italian, but secure and safe until he too fell asleep the dark things and omens he seen on the forest not disturbing him for the night.
On the morning, none said anything about the nightmares and stories. But on the next night, when Draco suddenly woke in the middle of the night with the terrific image of the forest nightmare figure dripping unicorn blood and crawling to him, all of the –Blaise, Theo, Victoria and Draco- pulled out covers and blankets and huddle on the common room's fire place with books of literature and overdue homework. Laughing and reading in French, Italian, Spanish and English.
1. Cities of fantasy and poetic: Reference to Italo Calvino's novel, "The invisible cities" (in italian, Le città invisibili)
Italo Calvino was born in Cuba (1923). He was from an Italian family. Shortly after that the family returned to Italy, where Calvino spent the rest of his life (died in 1985) and where his work as an author was developed.
"The invisible cities" was published in 1972. The book is a collection of descriptions of the fantastic cities Marco Polo sees during his travels as the ambassador of Kublai Kan, emperor of the Tatars (Kublai Kan was historically the fifth and last Mongol emperor and firs Chinese emperor form the Yuan dynasty).
The book is divided in nine chapters that describe fifty-five cities grouped in eleven categories that describe the nature of the cities. This are: Cities & Memory, Cities & Desire, Cities & Signs, Thin Cities, Trading Cities, Cities & Eyes, Cities & Names, Cities & the Dead, Cities & the Sky, Continuous Cities, Hidden Cities.
2. Una città che vedo in sogno, dove non s'incontrano che morti, il sogno mi fa paura/ A city that I see in my dreams, where I see only deceased, if so the dream scares me: fragment form the city Adelma, second city of the category of Dead found on the sixth chapter.
The part in English is a rough translation form the Spanish book made by myself.
3. Thin Cities, Ottavia: fifth of the Thin Cities, found on the fifth chapter. The translation from Spanish is partially from Internet and partially from me.