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 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 insinuations of Yaoi and/or Yuri, nothing serious.

Note: Second chapter of second year. I love, love, love second year so much. hahaha. thank you so much to all who had reviewed. the updates are slow because collage is starting to be tiresome and full of homework and I have less and less time with a stable internet connection.

enjoy!

Second year: Chapter II. Green is the new black

"There is a house built out of stone

Wooden floors, walls and windowsills

Tables and chairs worn by all of the dust"

The Cinematic Orchestra – To Build A Home

The Nott mansion was always empty. The long hallways were bare, no curtains, no pictures or portraits, and definitely no people. No one used the fireplaces, no one sat for supper on the long dining room table and no one danced in the ballroom.

And Theo didn't like it.

He walked quietly on the corridors. He was on the third floor where all the bedrooms, except the master suit, were. To his right, facing east, the walls had big rectangular windows. Outside the sun was up in the sky and some small clouds floated lazily. The garden stretched for 20 yards. A gravel path between two stone pools filled with clear water went from the entrance to a forged-iron gate and a brick wall. Two roman pines were planted on the entrance and bright green vine covered part of the front of the house. His steps had taken him to the ballroom. It was a huge room, with high ceilings and a crystal chandelier. The west-side walls were made completely of glass giving the view of the cliffs and the sea. Theo put his hand on the cold glass, gazing outside. The quiet irked him. He didn't like it. It was eerie and bothersome. It reminded him that the house was always empty. There was no one to talk to, or no one to do something (anything) with. Books can only keep him entertained for a while. Flying out was far more pleasant, but he eventually had to come back to the manor. To the silence. To the emptiness.

Theo really didn't like it, not even a bit.

Last year at Hogwarts had been better. There was always noise in the castle. Breakfast with the 'it's too early to be awake' complains and the owl post. The classes with the spells and homework, History of Magic were only Victoria would paid attention and ask the professor questions the unnerved him. Really, Professor Binns looked quiet scandalized when Victoria asked anything, that or he loved her and was delighted to have someone to discuss with. Transfiguration was also pretty interesting, with Blaise succeeding so much that Professor McGonagall hated that he was not in her house to favour him, Charms where Victoria skulked and Hermione was incredible and Potions with Professor Snape and Draco. Late nights in the Slytherin common room with Blaise, Victoria and sometimes Draco when they will all laugh, discussed and talked in their weir combination of French, Spanish, English and Italian.

That was the thing Theo missed the most, because with them things were never quiet and there was always something to do.

Last night he received two letters from Blaise and Hermione. The Italian boy said he would come today to spend the rest of the summer. He said something about his mother been busy and the need to get out. Hermione apologized saying that she would be heading down to The Netherlands with her parents so she was not coming. He had flooed Draco yesterday after he got the letters, the blond boy would be also coming, not to stay but to spend time. Now, only Victoria's whereabouts where unknown. Theo looked up to the blue sky. It was almost noon; Baise would be coming anytime now.

Indeed in that moment the front door announced that two persons were outside. Theo walked to the front door and pushed it open. Blaise and a witch, who Theo supposed was his mother, were walking towards the house. Theo waited for them in front of the door. Mrs. Zabini was a tall witch with tan skin and dark short hair with a fringe that covered her forehead. She had full lips and slanted eyes with long eyelashes. The colour of her eyes was the same as Blaise's, a honey yellow almost gold-like. She was dressed in a deep red dress, with long sleeves and a knee high slit on the left side. She was a very beautiful woman.

"Mrs. Zabini." Theo said politely, bowing his head.

"Theodore." Blaise beside her smirked, Theo didn't like to be called by his full name. Theo glared at the Italian boy.

"Blaise." The boy nodded. "Mrs. Zabini would you like to stay for lunch?" The woman smiled warmly.

"Not today, I already have an appointment. Maybe another time." She said politely. Blaise rolled his eyes. His mother turned to him and said something in Italian that Theo didn't understand. Blaise nodded and placed a kiss in each cheek of Mrs. Zabini. She did the same and turned to Theo. "Ciao Theodore. Enjoy the summer." She said before also kissing him two times. He became puzzled by that.

"As well as you Mrs. Zabini." He said and kissed her cheek back. The woman then walked away. The boys looked at each other and smiled.

"Nice to see you Theo."

"Yeah. It was getting boring." Blaise rolled his eyes. Theo shrugged and leaded them inside. "Where was your mother going?" Theo inquired as they climbed the stairs.

"Out. On a date probably." He answered.

"Date? As in romantic date?" Blaise nodded then shrugged. Theo opened a door and lead Blaise into a spare bedroom. It had a bed on the middle, two bedside tables at each side, a dresser on the left side and two windows over the bedside tables looking out at the cliffs. The floor, walls and furniture were of dark wood and the bed sheets and curtains were dark green. Blaise sat down onto the matters and relaxed his shoulders. Theo sat on the other side bed and looked out of the window.

"You ok?" Blaise asked. Theo nodded.

"You know something from Victoria?" Blaise chuckled and Theo glanced at him.

"No. She hadn't answered my letters. I even send her flowers." Theo frowned and lay backwards, staring at the ceiling. Blaise lay down, his head at the same level as Theo's.

"She has a temper, maybe she didn't like it." The English boy said amused.

"She dislikes the post, not my flowers. Last year she didn't wrote that much." Blaise propped on his elbows to look at Theo, who lifted his hands and shrugged.

"You are right." The door opened and an elderly man walked in. Both of the boys sat up immediately. The man had pale skin, grey short hair and brown eyes. He was somewhat short and was dressed in black robes. Theo stood up and addressed the man. "Father."

"Son." He said. Blaise stood.

"Mr. Nott." The Italian boy said politely and bowed his head.

"Mr. Zabini, right?" Blaise nodded.

"Son, this letters are for you two and a young lady came via Floo Network." Mr. Nott said handing them two envelops. Theo took them and looked behind his dad. A girl with her head cover with a blue handkerchief that was pulled over her mouth and nose was standing there. Blaise and Theo exchanged a knowing look. Theo said to his dad.

"Thanks. Father, are you staying for lunch?"

"No, I have already eaten. I'm heading back to the office. I'll order the elves to send you something" Theo nodded. Blaise bow his head in goodbye and Mr. Nott departed.

"That was awkward." Victoria said, pulling down the fabric. Theo sat down near the end of the bed and lay back with his feet down on the floor.

"It's normal." The English boy said almost bored. Blaise lay down on the other side of the bed, in the same position than before. "He's never here, he hasn't since my mother died when I was seven. The Manor is always empty because of that." The green eyed boy sighed. Victoria flopped down on her belly in the available space. Her feet on the air and her eyes fixed on the boys.

"My mom is always on dates, though the Villa is never empty." Blaise said carefully.

"Is not?" Asked Victoria delicately.

"No, tutors and parties and…" He said slowly. "…and well… if the time is right, one of the six step-fathers I ever had." He added. There was a short silence.

"Six?" asked Victoria curiously.

"My mother is kind of a social widow. She's been married six times and each time when her husband dies, or leaves, they left her a lot of money." Blaise said neutral. Victoria looked at him curiously. "And your family Victoria?"

"I never had a mother. I love very dearly my father… but he's sick. He's strength is leaving him so he can't do a lot of things and some years ago he lost his eyesight." She said resting her head on her hands.

"Draco would say that Slytherins don't do heart to heart things." Theo said quietly. "But I guess… it was nice telling. We have… curious families." Victoria snorted at the description.

"Slytherins don't do heart to heart in public." Said Blaise with dignity.

"Oh sure we don't." Giggled Victoria.

Theo eyes went to the letters and he suddenly laughed, interrupting the conversation.

"Victoria… This letters are from you!" Blaise rolled and took the letters from the other boy. One was addressed to him and the other to Theo. Victora giggled, her hand covering her mouth.

"I guess the owl took longer than expected." Theo propped to his side to look at her.

"You do? I didn't know you were coming today! It was a shock to see you…"

"I warned you, it just never came." She interrupted and Theo ignored her.

"…there's no place for you to stay!"

"I'll stay here and Blaise and you can share."

"I'm not doing it!" Blaise protested

"…do you even care?"

"Oh! Come on! You do it all the time." She retorted to the Italian boy.

"Do not." He snorted back.

"…hey! Are you listening?" Theo said between them, trying to catch their attention.

"You do. Vincent told me, I pay him a box of Chocolate Frogs."

"You did?"

"I saw Draco with a pink tunic."

"I did."

"You don't, it's not true. We do not sleep together."

"What?! We do not!" Theo finally reacted. Victoria giggled again. Blaise glared. "And were you listening to me at all?"

"I was and you do." She answered crossing her feet in the air.

"We don't and you are terrible." Theo said and they all laughed.

Later that day they went out of the house. They flew between the hills and step rocks and over green grass. Victoria with her dark blue and cream clothes was a colourful spot compared with the boys that were dressed in black. They were flying low over the water of a long lake, enjoying the breeze and the sunlight. They had packed the lunch the elves had prepared them in a basked and had a picnic on a low hill. Sweet pastries, some bread with butter, apples and orange juice. Looking over to the light playing over the lake and river. The cool breeze that came from the sea cooled them. The summer has benn incredible hot. Theo was relaxed once again, laughing at the weir combination of English, Spanish, French and Italian and glad, very glad that Victoria and Blaise were there.