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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. Everyone hurts.
Rating: T for language, might become M for gore, use of alcohol and/or sexual content.
Gender: Drama – Romance – Hurt/Comfort – Adventure – Family – Friendship
Pairings: DMHG, TNLL, BZVA (OC), 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: last chapter concerning the first year (and first book). things get more interesting from now on, seeing as the events on the next book are more of school knowledge. enjoy and leave your comments.
oh, and the lyrics... hahahaha.
First year: Chapter VI. Saint Potter, or the downfall of the noble house of Slytherin
"And it's harder than you think
Telling dreams from one another
And you thought the lions were bad"
Bastille - Daniel In The Den
"I hate Potter and his sidekicks." said Theo while pushing his plate away. The food had not appeared but clearly it would not be as tasty as before. Definitely they were not even as hungry as before.
"I know how you feel." murmured Victoria her head resting on the table. The emerald handkerchief around her head falling over the table. Her words were barely audible above thee cheering of the three other houses.
"Va bene, non c'è bisogno di piangere piccola" (It's ok, no need to cry small one) answered Blaise. The girl looked up, not amused at his words.
"No voy a llorar, estoy tramando la caída de Potter y compañía. ¡Ademas no me gusta que me digas pequeña!" (I'm not going to cry; I am plotting the fall of Potter and company. Beside I don't like when you call me little!) Was her answer. Blaise smirked and pointed.
"Si è piccoli." (You are little.) Victoria narrowed her eyes and was about to retort when Theo cut in.
"Oh shut up!" Blaise 'tched' and glanced at Victoria. The girl had crossed her arms and was pouting. The food appeared in the golden plates in that moment. Vincent and Gregory immediately began pilling food in their plates. Draco was between them, glaring at the red decorations of the hall. If they could burn under his gaze the whole room would be on fire by now. Theo sighed and stared at the mashed potatoes in front of him, wondering if he should eat it or not. Victoria had a glass of pumpkin juice but she hadn't drunk anything of it. Blaise looked at the rest of his house. He shook his head.
"You all look pathetic. All depress because they decided to created excuses to save those poor idiots?" Draco turned sharply and frowned. Theo and Victoria glanced quickly at the rest of the table and also frowned. Blaise was right.
"Bloody Gryfindors." murmured Theo while poking a sausage with his fork. Draco glared one more time to the Gryffindors while Victoria sipped her water in a dignified way. Around them, people had begun thinking the same. Blaise smirked, approving the return of the collected and noble Slytherins. Losing the house cup was a small misstep, not the end of the world. Victoria in front of him 'tched'. The Italian boy looked at her wondering. She met his gaze and frowned.
"How on earth Potter, Weasley, Turpin and Lombotton did… well how did they do anything?" She said. "They are not even smart or courageous." Blaise smirked again, nodding. Theo settled down his fork and added.
"Of course not, they are lucky and pretty stupid." Draco let out a snort.
"As if. It is Saint Potter and Dumbledore has to favour him." A general sarcastic laugh was the answer, everyone around seemed too agreed with the young Malfoy and he smirked satisfied.
And with that, the rest of the feast when smoothly.
The next day a sort of bliss and calm, that seemed to be even present in nature, settle in the castle. The sky was an impossible blue and the sun was warm and bright. Most of the students were out bathing in the happy rays. The Slytherins were Slytherins and stayed out of it, in the nice shade. The exams scores came and the days went. Hermione, as she had showed the Slytherines in the courtyard, had the highest scores, followed by Draco. He was not really amused that a girl had beaten him. But as Victoria stated, with a very proud Hermione in the background, she was a Ravenclaw, they were the smart ones, and he was better at potions. Theo had added that for his luck it had not been a Gryffindor. Draco visibly relaxed and the amusement had been general.
Soon they had been on the train, returning to their houses. The sky kept the bright shade of blue, no clouds on sight. The summer promised to be hot. Victoria was looking at the sky, deep in thought.
"A flower for your thoughts piccola." (little one.) Said Blaise. She frowned at him. There was no way to make him drop the ridiculous nickname?
"You don't have a flower." She pointed. He smirked and reclined back in the seat. Theo was next to Victoria talking to Hermione. Draco was next to Blaise, with Gregory and Vincent next to him. The boys were eating sweets. Victoria reclined into the window, ready to take a nap, when Blaise talked again.
"True." He picked a box of 'Bertie Bott's Every-Flavour' from Gregory, who opened his mouth to protest but thought it better and returned to his chocolate frogs "A sweet for your thoughts?" Victoria rolled her eyes and smiled.
"Only if it's a nice flavour." Her hand pulled out a blue coloured one. Slowly and cautiously she bit it. Everyone was looking at her.
"Grape fruit." She said slowly, eating the rest of the sweet. "I was thinking that it will be really hot at my home." She snatched the box from the Italian boy and offered it to Theo. He took a black coloured one and bit it. His face immediately contorted in disgust.
"Curry." The rest chucked at his discomfort. Victoria looked at him and her face lit with amusement.
"Bad flavour. Do a dare." Everyone glanced at her. "Like a game. You pick a Bertie Bott, if it's a nice flavour you tell us something and if it's something disgusting you do a dare." There was a collective laugh and they began picking sweets. Theo ended with his tie changed to Huffelpuff colours, Draco was still angry at them for making him sing the Hogwarts's song, Victoria had to mimic everything Draco said (which didn't help his anger) Vincent had to surrender his sweets and Gregory was still green for eating a handful of beans. Hermione had refused to eat anything and was giggling behind a book. Finally, when they could stop teasing each other and return to normal their faces and clothing (Gregory's face was still green) they changed out of their uniforms (Hermione and Victoria kicked the boys out to do so) and in no time they had reached the nine and three-quarters at King's Cross Station.
"Piccola, devi scrivere a me." (Little one, you have to write to me.) Blaise said to Victoria while they stepped out of the train.
"No chiamarmi piccolo." (Don't call me little one.) She answered rolling her eyes. Theo came to them.
"My father is waiting for me in the platform." He told them. "I'll write. The manor can be really boring. Good bye." Victoria smiled and Blaise nodded.
"Mia mamma (My mother) is waiting for me." The Italian boy said biding goodbye to the Spanish girl. Hermione step next to her.
"You'll answered letters this time?" She said poking the black hair girl, who rolled her eyes. "Don't be like that… you almost never writing back. Do it once?" Victoria smiled.
"Write something interesting and maybe I'll do it."
"Oh you are terrible!" she said.
"We thought the same the very first time we saw her" Two redheads passed in front of them, winking mischievously. Both girls blinked confused and glanced at each other. "Well girls, have a great summer." The twins disappear into the platform.
"Well, that was weird. I thought that Gryffindors didn't like us… well didn't like your house." Hermione said. Victoria nodded in approval. Hermione looked over Victoria and spotted her mother and father. She waved at them. "My parents are here, have grate holidays." Before getting to her parents she turned around and yelled. "And answer our letters!"
Victoria rolled her eyes and waved uncaringly. Hermione left with her parents. Victoria also walked out of the platform.
Time to go home.