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.

Second year: Chapter III. Famous and fashionable (with public display of hatred)

"Placing a smile at the perfect event,

Gracing your skin with the side of my hand."

Panic! At the disco – Trade Mistakes

They had already spent a week in the Nott Manor when owls from Hogwarts arrived. Mildly impressed with the school knowing where they were they tore them open in the parlour. A small elf called Twit, big hazel eyes and cooked nose, served them iced tea –to bloody hot- and cucumber sandwiches. Victoria nibbled a bit of her food before looking over the supplies list. Theo was talking with Draco about Quidditch while Blaise scribbled a quick letter to his mother.

SECOND-YEAR STUDENTS WILL REQUIRE:

The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 2 by Miranda Goshawk

Break with a Banshee by Gilderoy Lockhart

Gadding with Ghouls by Gilderoy Lockhart

Holidays with Hags by Gilderoy Lockhart

Travels with Trolls by Gilderoy Lockhart

Voyages with Vampires by Gilderoy Lockhart

Wanderings with Werewolves by Gilderoy Lockhart

Year with the Yeti by Gilderoy Lockhart

"Who the hell is Gilderoy Lockhart?" She asked before biting her sandwich again. Draco and Theo laughed at this. Making Blaise and Victoria glance at them curiously.

"A writer that has half of the witches in London swooning at his feet." Said Draco sneering at his own letter.

"Yes, he is supposed to be a genius fighting the Dark Arts." Added Theo before taking a sip of iced tea. "Not sure if I believe it tough. If you look closely enough in the books for the time and dates… well let's say that they don't really match reality." Blaise laughed.

"Bah! English." He snorted before smirking at Draco and Theo.

"Any way," said Victoria adverting discussions "we don't have anything planned for the afternoon and Hermione send a letter that she was going to by school supplies this Wednesday, means today." The boys nodded and finished the meal. Draco excused himself, to return to his manor. He was going to announce the plan to his parents. Not ten minutes later he floo-called saying that it'll be ok for them to go. Victoria taunted them saying she would made them go shopping with her. The boys didn't like the idea, especially Draco who guessed that his mother would have approved the plan.

They flooed to Malfoy Manor after getting ready. Draco and his mother were waiting for them on the drawing room. Draco's mother was pale and blond like him, but her eyes were of a different colour, deep blue. She was dressed in a long dark green dress with her hair flowing around her face. She smiled at them. The three boys were dressed in black clothes and Victoria had black pants and dark blue shirt with patter in the hem and neck as well as a dark grey handkerchief with blue accents around her head and neck.

"Hello Mrs. Malfoy" Theo said. The woman smiled and hugged him.

"Blaise Zabini, nice to meet you Mrs. Malfoy." Blaise said politely.

"Hello Mrs. Malfoy my name is Victoria" The older witch looked at her and her eyes brighten slightly. She smiled to Blaise and Victoria.

"Nice to meet you. Please call me Narcissa." She answered. "Well Draco and my husband are going to do a different errand in Diagon Alley, I think they can catch us latter. Shall we?" She said walking towards the fireplace. She took a pinch of floo powder from a silver pot on the mantelpiece and disappeared in the emerald flames. Victoria grimaced and followed her.

The Spanish girl ended on the floor of a dark pub. Mrs. Malfoy in front of her offering a hand to helped her up.

"I hate the floo, it makes me dizzy." Victoria murmured before pulling her handkerchief over her mouth and nose. The older woman patted her hand. The emerald flames blazed again and second latter Theo appeared and step aside, brushing some ashes from his hair. Finally the last one to appear was Blaise, who walked out of the chimney in a dignified manner.

After that they went towards the back of the pub, to Diagon Alley. The narrow street was crowed with people doing shopping. They walked slowly down towards the white marble building in the distance, Gringotts Bank. Victoria and Narcissa were walking alongside, chatting of this and that and oh they needed to go shopping for dresses, while the boys were behind them engrossed in their own discussions about a new song that had been released by the "Wyvern"(1) a new Welsh band that was making it's way up, but still not catching with the "Weird Sisters".

They found Hermione standing at the top of the white flight of steps to Gringotts. She ran down to meet them, her bushy brown hair flying behind her. She paused and blushed when she noticed Narcissa looking at her.

"Hello, I'm Hermione pleased to meet you Mrs. Malfoy." She said in a small voice. She then waved at the boys smiling brightly. Victoria and Narcissa smiled at her.

"Pleased to meet you too Hermione. Are you here with your parents? Have you gone into your vault yet?" Hermione blushed and nodded.

"Yes, I have money already. My parents left to get something to drink and we coming to reunite at the end of the shopping day. I told them I'll wait for you here." She said blushing a little more. Narcissa laughed quietly.

"I'll have to pick some money from my vault. You boys? Victoria?" Victoria shook her head.

"I don't have money in Gringotts." Said Blaise. Victoria nodded, signalling that she was in the same page.

"I do have to get some Mrs. Malfoy" Theo said. Narcissa nodded and together they began to walk towards the grate doors of the building. Inside Victoria looked around at the grate hall and marvel countertops, as well at the goblins behind them.

The vaults were reached by means of small, goblin-driven carts that sped along miniature train tracks through the bank's underground tunnels. A goblin took them down to the two vaults, the two of them full of gold, silver and bronze coins. As well as other tokens. Cups, diadems, rings and swords.

Back on the marvel steps they went on separated ways. The boys muttering something about Quality Quidditch Supplies and Narcissa ready to have some girls time shopping for dresses. Hermione was not pleased with the events.

"Don't worry Hermione, dresses won't kill you." Victoria said. Narcissa laughed and pat the brunette on the shoulder.

"She's right we can also find some trinkets for hair. A blue hair clip I saw the other day will look fabulous on your hair." Hermione face became dark as a rip apple. Draco laughed at her and mouthed something that came out like 'the brightest witch of our year afraid of shopping?' She huffed in annoyance. Theo and Blaise laughed when Narcissa watched the exchange with mirth and smile knowingly. Victoria laughed openly.

"Por supuesto que si le da miedo, ir de compras no se aprende en un libro"(Of course she is afraid, shopping is not something that you can learn in a book) She mutter in Spanish to Blaise who laughed quietly. Narcissa eyes them curiously, but smiled brightly.

"So it's decided, we'll meet at Flourish and Blotts at 3 o'clock. Make sure you also buy the rest of your supplies. If you go to the Quidditch shop look out for my husband and Draco, they are bound to go there." She said before taking the hands of Hermione and Victoria and leading them to a part of the street full with boutiques. Hermione looked kind of pale by the time they were down the steps. Victoria laughed at her.

"It's going to be ok. Even you need a dress now or then." Hermione chose to ignore her. Narcissa nodded at this.

"Oh yes dear, you never know when you are going to need a dress to go out to an unexpected reunion." She said before going inside a shop named Dentelles (2). Inside there were many different coloured fabrics for display on the wall. Two mannequins on the front were dressed in summer clothes. Enormous amounts of clothes were lined up in racks all over the store. Small floating tables displayed hats and gloves, as well as shoes and bags. A saleswitch dressed with a white and sky-blue two pieces robe came to them.

"Good afternoon! Welcome to Dentelles, home of the latest, unique and one-hundred per-cent designer clothes for witches. My name is Primrose, how can I help you?" she said smiling brightly. Hermione looked at her dizzied. Victoria poked the brunette on the ribs, giggling softly.

"Good afternoon. We are looking for some dresses, nothing formal. Something you'll wear on a sunny afternoon." Said Narcissa in a commanding voice. The saleswitch nodded and pulled them towards the right side of the shop. Waving her wand towards the racks, a variety of dress flying into her stretched arm.

"Excuse me," Victoria said, following the flying dresses with her eyes "do you have anything from a Spanish designer?" The witch smiled brightly. Hermione huffed.

"We specialize in French and English designers, but swe do have a summer-spring collection from a designer of Spain, quite new if you ask me and quite vibrant too. Not very popular here. I'll pull something out for you." She said never stopping the wand motions. Hermione, Victoria and Narcissa dodged the flying clothes carefully. They reach a circular space between the racks of clothes with a white couch and a circular collapsible dress room that sprigged to life with a tap of wand. It bowed to the three witches and stood there, opening its blue curtain to allow someone to step in.

"Here!" The saleswich said before placing the pile of clothing on a floating table near them. "Can I bring you something to drink? Iced tea, champagne, water?"

"Iced tea for the three of us, if you would." Said Narcissa. The saleswitch nodded and hurried to the back of the store. Nascissa smiled at the girls. Victoria dropped herself on the couch and watched amused as Hermione fidgeted with her hands, unsure of what to do.

"My dear, relax!" said Narcissa, before taking out of the pile two dresses and passing them to the brunnet. "You first!" Hermione took the dresses and walked towards the dressing room, which curtsied before letting her in and shutting tightly. Narcissa looked back at Victoria. "Victoria, what did you tell Blaise back there?"

"Oh! That of course Hermione is nervous, she's more the type to stay indoors and read a book. Shopping is kind of overwhelming for her." She said with a smile.

"Poor thing. Maybe this trip will make her calm down about it." Victoria noodled and the curtain parted slightly. Hermione peeking her head blushing a deep red. She took a tentative step outside and breath deeply.

"So… do I look ok?" Both Narcissa and Victoria smiled brightly.

Almost two hours later they finished their shopping. Victoria had a new dark blue dress of Spanish design (3). 3/4-length sleeves, not so tight and with a wide skirt that reached her knees. The fabric had curving patters made with lace on them and underneath of it a cream fabric; making those parts of the dress look lighter in colour. She also kept her handkerchief. Hermione was wearing a pale pink dress (4). It had round flaps on the neck, small bows on the hip and a pleated skirt that reached above her knees. She was also wearing a blue hairpin shaped like a dragonfly (5) in her hair, pulling out of her face some of it. She was blushing and smiling at Narcissa. The older witch had a new black hat protecting her form the sun and some bags on her arms. She insisted on paying for the clothes, claiming that what was the use of the money if she didn't get to spend it as she pleased and that both girls still needed to buy quills, ink, parchment and other equipment for school. After much discussion the girls had allowed her to pay. And they had go to acquired the school supplies and find the boys and Mr. Malfoy.

As they made their way towards the bookshop they found that they were by no means the only ones making their way to that particular shop. As they approached it, they saw to their surprise a large crowd jostling out side the doors, trying to get in. The reason was proclaimed by a large banner stretched across the upper windows:

GILDEROY LOCKHART will be signing copies

of his autobiography

MAGICAL ME

today 12:30 P.m. to 4:30 P.m.

"We can actually meet him!" Hermione squealed. "I mean, he's written almost the whole booklist!" Victoria snorted.

"He's not that grate, is he?" she said. Hermione looked quiet scandalized by that. Narcissa shook her head and guided them inside the shop.

The crowd seemed to be made up mostly of witches, older witches. A harrassed-looking wizard stood at the door, saying, "Calmly, please, ladies... Don't push, there... mind the books, now…" Narcissa sneered at him and passed without a word. When a witch on the front of the line tried to say something Narcissa glared at her coldly and continued her way. Victoria and Hermione followed her inside. They quickly spotted the boys and Mr. Malfoy. Narcissa walked towards them and placed her hand of the arm of her husband. The man nodded at her. Hermione and Victoria smiled uncertainly at him.

"Hello Mr. Malfoy, my name is Victoria" the Spanish witch said.

"And I'm Hermione…" the brunette said with a small voice. "…nice to meet you." Victoria nodded.

"Nice to meet you too. Had fun while shopping? I hope my wife wasn't too forceful. By the way dear that hat looks astonishing on you. " He said before placing a hand on top of his wife's. The youngest let out small smiles.

"So, Hermione… did the dresses tried to eat you?" said Draco taunting her a little. Victoria, Theo and Blaise laughed.

"You should have seen her! She was holding the dresses as if they were going to explode." Victoria said before covering her smile with the fabric around her neck. Hermione blush but put her hand on her waist, scolding at the short girl.

"Says the one that refused to let go of the handkerchief." Victoria narrowed her eyes. Theo sighed and put an arm around Victoria, holding her in place.

"Picolla, bella, (Little one, beautiful) stop it. You both look pretty on those dresses don't go ruining them in fight." Blaise said waving his hand. Both girls retorted angrily at the same time, fingers pointed at the Italian.

"Don't call me little! I have told you hundreds of times!"

"Who said I would ruin the dress in a fight? I can fight in any dress!" the boys laughed at them and after a few seconds the girls joined them. Theo looked around the shop and a sneer formed on his lips.

"Oh my… what do we have there? Looks like the Weasleys, Potter and Turpin are waiting for the book signing." The others, including Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy, looked to where he was pointing. And sure they were.

In that moment Gilderoy Lockhart came slowly into view, seated at a table surrounded by large pictures of his own face, all winking and flashing dazzlingly white teeth at the crowd. The real Lockhart was wearing robes of forget-me-not blue that exactly matched his eyes; his pointed wizard's hat was set at a jaunty angle on his wavy hair. A short, irritable-looking man was dancing around taking photographs with a large black camera that emitted puffs of purple smoke with every blinding flash. "Out of the way, there," they heard him snarl to the youngest of the Weasley's boys. "This is for the Daily Prophet -" a few seconds passed and Gilderoy Lockhart, probably intrigued by the noise looked up.

Then he leapt to his feet and positively shouted, "It can't be Harry Potter?" Draco snorted and crossed his arms in annoyance. The crowd parted, whispering excitedly; Lockhart dived forward, seized Potter's arm, and pulled him to the front. The crowd burst into applause. The Slytherins kept quiet. Potters's face burned red as Lockhart shook his hand for the photographer, who was clicking away madly, wafting thick smoke over the Weasleys.

"Nice big smile, Harry," they heard Lockhart said, through his own gleaming teeth. "Together, you and I are worth the front page."

When he finally let go of Potter's hand he tried to sidle back over to the redhead family, but Lockhart threw an arm around his shoulders and clamped him tightly to his side.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he said loudly, waving for quiet. "What an extraordinary moment this is! The perfect moment for me to make a little announcement I've been sitting on for some time! When young Harry here stepped into Flourish and Blotts today, he only wanted to buy my autobiography, which I shall be happy to present him now, free of charge." The crowd applauded again. Victoria huffed and muttered darkly on Spanish. 'Ni que realmete fuera gran cosa el libro ese.' (That book, because it's soooo amazing.) "He had no idea," Lockhart continued, giving Potter a little shake that made his glasses slip to the end of his nose. Theo pointed it to Blaise who chuckled. "that he would shortly be getting much, much more than my book, Magical Me. He and his schoolmates will, in fact, be getting the real magical me. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I have great pleasure and pride in announcing that this September, I will be taking up the post of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!" The crowd cheered and clapped and while Potter found himself being presented with the entire works of Gilderoy Lockhart. Hermione squealed with joy.

"Oh my god! He's going to be our teacher! Oh my god!" she said breathless. Victoria shook her head.
"I don't now you." The Spanish girl added dramatically. The boys laughed and Blaise grabbed one of her hands.

"It's ok piccola, our friend… I don't know… I think we lost her... May Merlin have her in his grace. (6)" He added solemnly. Draco and Theo laughed harder.

"Hn! You are unbearable!" said Hermione huffing. They continued laughing and spotted Potter on the back of the shop along with a redhead girl. Draco sneered at it and walked towards them.

"Bet you loved that, didn't you, Potter?" he said. Potter turned around and faced him, his expression not pleased at all. Victoria, Hermione, Theo and Blaise remained a little bit back. "Famous Harry Potter," continued Draco. "Can't even go into a bookshop without making the front page."

"Leave him alone, he didn't want all that!" said the redhead girl. She was glaring at Draco.

"Potter, you've got yourself a girlfriend!" drawled Draco. The girl went scarlet, the colour increasing when she heard the laughs of the rest of the group. Weasley and Turpin fought their way over, both clutching stacks of Lockhart's books. Victoria glared at the redhead boy and used her feet to place a book on his way, making him stagger.

"Watch it Weasley!" she said sneering. Turpin huffed at her, receiving a malicious smile back.

"Oh, it's you," said Weasley, glaring at her but stopped at the combined glares of Theo and Blaise, who step closed to Victoria. Weasley then looked at Hermione and they made a battle of glares. Turpin huffed at them, annoyed. Draco snorted and the redhead then looked at him as if he were something unpleasant on the sole of his shoe. "Bet you're surprised to see Harry here, eh?"

"Not as surprised as I am to see you in a shop, Weasley," retorted Draco smoothly. "I suppose your parents will go hungry for a month to pay for all those."

Weasley went as red as his sister. He dropped his books into the cauldron she was holding, and walked towards Draco, but Potter and Turpin grabbed the back of his jacket.

"Ron!" said a man with red hair, Mr. Weasley, struggling over with the twins. The teens winked at Victoria and Hermione and then frowned at the scene. "What are you doing? It's too crowded in here, let's go outside."

"Well, well, well… Arthur Weasley." It was Mr. Malfoy. He stood with his hand on Draco's shoulder, sneering in the same way. Mrs. Malfoy stood sideways looking over the redhead family with disgust.

"Lucius," said Mr. Weasley, nodding coldly.

"Busy time at the Ministry, I hear," said Mr. Malfoy. "All those raids ... I hope they're paying you overtime?" He reached into the girl's cauldron and extracted, from amid the glossy Lockhart books, a very old, very battered copy of A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration. "Obviously not," Mr. Malfoy said. "Dear me, what's the use of being a disgrace to the name of wizard if they don't even pay you well for it?"

Mr. Weasley flushed darker than either of his sons.

"We have a very different idea of what disgraces the name of wizard, Malfoy," he said.

"Clearly," said Mr. Malfoy, his pale eyes straying to Mr. and Mrs. Turpin, who were watching apprehensively. "The company you keep, Weasley ... and I thought your family could sink no lower…" There was a thud of metal as the redhead girl's cauldron went flying; Mr. Weasley had thrown himself at Mr. Malfoy, knocking him backward into a bookshelf. Dozens of heavy spellbooks came thundering down on all their heads; there was a yell of, "Get him, Dad!" from one of the twins; Mrs. Weasley was shrieking, "No, Arthur, no!"; the crowd stampeded backward, knocking more shelves over; "Gentlemen, please…. please!" cried the assistant, and then, louder than all:

"Break it up, there, gents, break it up…!" Hagrid was wading toward them through the sea of books. In an instant he had pulled Mr. Weasley and Mr. Malfoy apart. Mr. Weasley had a cut in his lip and Mr. Malfoy had been hit in the eye by an Encyclopaedia of Toadstools. He was still holding the old Transfiguration book. He thrust it at the redhead girl, his eyes glittering with malice.

"Here, girl… take your book, it's the best your father can give you." Pulling himself out of Hagrid's grip he beckoned the boys, girls and his wife and swept out from the shop.

Outside Narcissa placed a hand on his arm.

"Are you ok Lucius?" The man nodded swiftly, pale with fury. "How undignified of that man… fist fight! Vulgar." She said angrily before waving her hand and healing her husband's eyes. He nodded at her.

"Bloody Weasleys" mutter Draco angrily, eyeing the brunette witch next to him. Hermione was a bit pale, shaken from the events. Victoria patted her arm softly. Blaise pulled the shopping bags from Victorias hands allowing the Spanish witch to hug her friend, even if she too looked a bit shaken. Theo and Draco let out more quiet harsh remarks. Narcissa looked at the young witches, her face turned from disgust to compression.

"You didn't need to see such vulgar display of violence." She then looked at her husband. "Lucius, dear, let's take them to the ice-cream parlour. They need something sweet after that undignified display." Lucius looked at her and nodded.

The sat outside Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour eating ice-creams of their choice. Even Blaise, reluctant at first, was enjoying his. Still, he said that gelato was way better. Hermione after a while, stood up.

"I'm sorry to go so quickly but my parents are expecting me." She said smiling at Mrs. and Mr. Malfoy. "Thank you for everything. It's been a pleasure to meet you both."

"The same dear. Take care." She nodded.

"Will do." She then pulled her shopping bag and waved goodbye to her friends. "See you on the train!" And then left, running down the street. Lucius looked at her.

"She a nice girl." He commented before returning to his cup of tea. Narcissa smiled. After a while the all returned to the Leakey Cauldron to use the floo network. Blaise, Theo and Victoria said farewell to the Malfoys before returning to the Nott Mansion.

"What a day! Certainly not boring." Said Theo as they sat near the fireplace, enjoying a cup of warm chocolate. The other two nodded, laughing behind the rim of their cups.

Wyvern: type of reptilian winged beast that has a dragon-like head, a snake like body with two legs (sometimes with none) and a barbed tail. The sea variation is called sea-wyvern and it has a fish tail in place of a barbed tail.

It's common on the English and French medieval bestiaries and fantastic literature. The wyvern is also a frequent charge in English heraldry and vexillology, also occasionally appearing as a supporter or crest.

Now on days is a popular logo or mascot, especially in Wales.

2. Dentelles: French word for lace. Lace is a type of fabric patterned with geometric designs and open holes on the work. Normally it was made of linen, silk, gold, or silver threads. This alongside of the time and ability it required to be made the lace a symbol of status and good taste.

The Industrial Revolution (from 1760 to sometime between 1820 and 1840) was the end of hand-made lace.

Lace is now often made with cotton thread, although linen and silk threads are still available. Manufactured lace may also be made of synthetic fibber.

3. Victoria's dress: Not really form Spanish design. Since for me it's hard to describe clothes, I decided to brows the web a little. Called "Twist is it", you can see (and buy if you want) www . modcloth . com

4. Hermione's dress: This one is actually from a Spanish designer. Oh well… Called "Artisanal Macarons" you can also find it on ModCloth.

4. Dragonfly hairpin: Dragonflies are a symbol used all around the world, with various connotations.

In Japan, the samurais used them as emblems and symbols of good pre-Hispanic Mexico and Mayas believed the dragonflies with related to water purity and healing practices. In Quintana Roo, Guatemala, Central America exists a dance named "El sambay macho o dzabay" where the dancers imitate the exhibition fly that the male dragonflies do to find a female. On the other side, the Mexicas (another pre-Hispanic tribe of Mexico) related them with evil spirits and entities from the underworld. In Scandinavia they were holly animals and in the Hindu mythology is said that when someone died their soul became a dragonfly to wait in nature until the time to be reborn. While in some places in North America is believed that dragonflies sew shut the mouth (and sometimes eyes and ears) of lying children. In Filipinas is said that if a dragonfly lands in the hair of someone, that person will began to present syndromes of mind-sickness.

They are also believed to be forest witched in Ireland, Scotland and Italy.

5. "May Merlin have her in his grace": "May the lord have her/him in his grace" common catholic phrase said in the memory of a deceased.