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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 insinuations of Yaoi and/or Yuri, nothing serious.

Note: I'm back. I know it's been ridiculously long, but I had one of the most ridiculously complicated months of my life. good and bad, but I won't bored you with my personal life. here's the chapter. please leave your reviews.

Second year: Chapter IV. Monday of amusement

"Higher now than ever before

I know we can make it if we take it slow

That's takin' easy, easy now, watch it go"

The Killers - When You Were Young

Rumour said that Potter and Weasley had flown a stolen magic car to Hogwarts, crashing into the Womping Willow in the school grounds. Pretty much expelled everyone said.

Victoria, Blaise and Theo were sitting on the Slytherin table munching on their breakfast, even after a year Victoria and Blaise not really into British food, when Draco sat in front of them scolding. Vincent and Gregory sitting at his sides, careful to leave some space in case of violent reactions. Theo glanced at the blond boy.

"Who killed your cat Draco?" He said amused. The blond snorted.

"Bloody hell Theo, shut up." Blaise and Theo exchanged a glance, not amused. Victoria crooked her head and bite a bit forceful the piece of melon in her fork. She chewed slowly. Looking at Blaise and Theo trying to make Draco said something.

"Ya. (All right.) What's the deal?" She asked finally. The blond boy crossed his arms and huffed. "Vale, (Ok,) you two" she said pointing at Vincent and Gregory with her fork, "speak." And she stabbed another piece of melon with her fork. Theo smirked at the fearful looks on the tugs. Blaise passed an arm around Victoria's waist, squeezing before letting go. Way to go piccola.

"Well… ummm…" they began until Draco snorted again.

"Just look at the Gryffindorks table." Their eyes went over the sea of heads, scanning the lion's table. "Potter and Weasley are still here. Bloody Dumbledore favourites." Before any of them could add anything more there was a rushing sound over them and a hundred or so owls streamed in, circling the hall and dropping letters and packages into the chattering crowd. Victoria's owl Alatriste, the enormous Spanish bú, flew over the smaller birds opening space with his wings. He landed carefully on the table. He hooted and delivered a letter to Victoria who pocketed it immediately, letting Alatriste take some ham from the plate of Theo. The boys were so used to this that didn't commented, to busy with their own letters or the newspaper. Suddenly a roar of sound filled the huge hall, shaking dust from the ceiling.

"STEALING THE CAR, I WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN SURPRISED IF THEY'D EXPELLED YOU, YOU WAIT TILL I GET HOLD OF YOU, I DON'T SUPPOSE YOU STOPPED TO THINK WHAT YOUR FATHER AND I WENT THROUGH WHEN WE SAW IT WAS GONE -"

Victoria jumped and nocked over a bowl of porridge. The owls flew away in fear. alatriste hooted, the noise lost between the screams, and opened his wings in front of Victoria, covering also parts of Blaise and Theo.

"- LETTER FROM DUMBLEDORE LAST NIGHT, I THOUGHT YOUR FATHER WOULD DIE OF SHAME, WE DIDN'T BRING YOU UP TO BEHAVE LIKE THIS, YOU AND HARRY COULD BOTH HAVE DIED -"

Draco realized who was receiving the Howler and was laughing under the noise. The Italian boy had dropped the spoon he was holding and the English boy was looking over at the lion's table, both of them covering their ears and laughing.

"-ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTED - YOUR FATHER'S FACING AN INQUIRY AT WORK, IT'S ENTIRELY YOUR FAULT AND IF YOU PUT ANOTHER TOE OUT OF LINE WE'LL BRING YOU STRAIGHT BACK HOME."

A ringing silence fell after that. Around the hall some people laughed and, gradually, the babble of talk broke out again. The Slytherins laughed for a while. Draco even had to wipe a tear for the corned of his eyes. Alatriste hooted in annoyance. Victoria pated him, still chuckling and gave him a piece of bacon (from Draco's plate) before he flew again. Theo took a deep breath and served himself a glass of water. Blaise, after the green-eyed boy had a gulp, took the goblet and drank, both of them breathless.

"Oh Merlin, this was so worth the eardrum throb. 'You wait 'till I get hold of you'" said Draco. His bad mood completely cured. Professor Snape was going down the table handing out course schedules. Victoria, Blaise and Theo quickly gathered their stuff. Walking towards the Transfiguration class.

"I'm guessing that McGonagall's class is going to be hell". Said Theo, dropping his bag in a desk on the middle of the class. Victoria slide in the middle seat and Blaise sat on the other side of her.

"Why so?" The witch said while rummaging her bag for the book. Theo lean casually into his elbows before answering with a grin.

"They are always hard, except for Blaise, but we spent all the vacations without practicing." He said as people began filling.

Theo's predictions turned to be right. They were supposed to be turning beetles into buttons, but the feat wasn't easy and didn't help that the beetles wanted to stay as beetles, running around their desks avoiding their wands.

"Stupid… insects…" said Theo aiming at the beetle. So far, he and Victoria had managed to turn one beetle into button each. Though they were curiously beetle-like. Victoria's still had anthers and legs and Theo's was shaped like an insect, head and body. Blaise was looking at the perfect coat buttons that covered his desk. Bloody transfiguration genius. Draco was not far behind him, having also a handful of buttons in his power. The bell announced the end of the class. They pocketed their buttons and grabbed their bags, heading to their other classes. After lunch Victoria, Blaise and Theo went down to the courtyard, to wait for their last class. The sat under one of the stone arches, enjoying some pastries pulled from the table. Victoria using the cape from Theo to stop her trembling, still not used to England's cold weather, so different from the sun over her house in Spain. The Spanish witch still wondering how Blaise could handle it so well, wasn't Italy more warm and more to the south that Spain? Hermione came running to them, waving excitedly, and sat next to the Spanish girl.

"Did you have class with Professor Lockhart yet?" asked Hermione dreamily, almost immediately after seating. Victoria snorted quietly and pulled closer the cape. Theo and Blaise shook their heads.

"No, we have Defence Against the Dark Arts on Thursday afternoon." Theo said hiding his distaste and biting the pastry he was holding.

"Oh! I'm dying to have classes with him! Look at all the things he's done…" she began to ramble.

"He says he's done…" mutter the English boy. The Ravenclaw ignored him.

"He's so brave and intelligent. Look at all the curses and anti-dark magic spells he knows! The way he fought those werewolves! And the ghouls! How clever of him to trap the last one in a…" Her next words were interrupted by a commotion on the other side of the courtyard. Draco, Vincent and Gregory had found the Gryffindor trio.

"Signed photos? You're giving out signed photos, Potter?" Loud and scathing, Draco's voice echoed around the courtyard. "Everyone line up!" Draco roared to the crowd. "Harry Potter's giving out signed photos!" Victoria pulled the handkerchief over her mouth to hide her smile. Hermione huffed and opened a book she was caring, not surprisingly Voyages with Vampires, and pretend to read it but her eyes were fixed, over the rim of the book, in the scene. Blaise and Theo smirked and watched amused as a tinny first year Gryffindor retorted something to Draco.

"Jealous?" said Draco, who didn't need to shout anymore: half the courtyard was listening in. "Of what? I don't want a foul scar right across my head, thanks. I don't think getting your head cut open makes you that special, myself." Vincent and Gregory were sniggering.

"Eat slugs, Malfoy," said Weasley angrily. Vincent stopped laughing and started rubbing his knuckles in a menacing way.

"Be careful, Weasley," sneered Draco. "You don't want to start any trouble or your Mommy'll have to come and take you away from school." He put on a shrill, piercing voice. "If you put another toe out of line'…" A knot of Slytherin fifth-years nearby laughed loudly at this. Victoria giggled. "Weasley would like a signed photo, Potter," smirked Draco. "It'd be worth more than his family's whole house." Weasley whipped out his wand, that looked disastrously repaired with Spellotape, but Turpin shut the book she was reading with a snap and pointed.

"What's all this, what's all this?" Gilderoy Lockhart was striding toward them, his turquoise robes swirling behind him. "Who's giving out signed photos?" Potter opened his mouth but he was cut short as Lockhart flung an arm around his shoulders and thundered jovially, "Shouldn't have asked! We meet again, Harry!" Pinned to Lockhart's side and burning with humiliation, Potter glared at the retreating form of Draco. "Come on then, Mr. Creevey," said Lockhart, beaming at the young Gryffindor. "A double portrait, can't do better than that, and we'll both sign it for you." The boy fumbled for his camera and took the picture as the bell rang behind them, signalling the start of afternoon classes. "Off you go, move along there," Lockhart called to the crowd, and he set off back to the castle with Potter.

Draco, laughing, came to them.

"That wasn't clever!" said Hermione snapping her book. "What if Professor Lockhart found you! What would he think!" she said scandalized. Victoria, Blaise and Theo laughed.

"Relax, it didn't happened." Said Draco smirking. "And did you see his face?" Vincent and Gregory sniggered. Theo shook his head. Blaise smirked.

"I do admit it was funny…" The green eyed boy said. Hermione was about to say something more but decided against it and shuffle to her feet. They all stood after her and began walking inside. They had double charms together.

"And Weasley's wand is repaired with Spellotape. I reckon he's going to be disastrous in classes. I think that not even if you help him Hermione he'll accomplish anything this year." Draco said. Hermione blushed a little and beamed with pride, forgetting her anger.

and cut. who loved the Dramione moment? how cute little kids they were…