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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. Use of French, Spanish, English, Italian, German and Welsh. May contain homosexual couples or insinuations.
Note: so, I had another long lapse between submits because I've been on a trip, which was lovely in many ways but that's not the point. also I said in an earlier chapter that I have a handful of chapter written in advance and well, I'm running out of them and I've been stuck in the next one badly.
any way, here is next chapter and I want to thank everyone that has been reading and favoriting this. thank you all.
oh, before I forget… bear with me the craziness of this chapter everything will make sense in a while.
Second year: Chapter V. Voices and vices
"And you laughed at my face when I told you how much it hurts
And said"
HIM – Disarm me (With your loneliness)
Victoria, Blaise, Theo and Hermione walked towards the Quidditch Pitch on Saturday after breakfast trailing after the Slytherin team.
"You may want to see this, we are going to mock the Gryffindorks a little." Draco said, before leaving the table. The three of them exchanged glances and not having anything better to do, they finished their breakfast and went towards the pitch. Hermione caught up with them at the front doors. The cold air was starting to warm with the sun, shining over them. Victoria pulled her handkerchief over her mouth and nose, leaving only her violet eyes uncover.
When they reach the pitch the Slytherins were standing shoulder to shoulder in front of the scarlet team. Behind them a smaller figure was standing. Theo chuckle.
"So Draco is the new Slytherin Seeker." He said. Blaise smirked.
"Is he any good?" The Italian asked. Theo nodded and pointed out a few of Draco's abilities in the broom. Hermione huffed and glanced a Victoria, her eyes saying 'boys and their Quidditch'. The Spanish girl giggled. They saw how Draco came from behind the rest of the team to face the Gryffindors. When they were close enough the caught the conversation.
"Funny you should mention Draco's father," said Marcus Flint, the Slytherin Capitan. "Let me show you the generous gift he's made to the Slytherin team." All seven of them held out their broomsticks. Seven highly polished, brand-new handles and seven sets of fine gold lettering spelling the words Nimbus Two Thousand and One gleamed under the Gryffindors' noses in the early morning sun. "Very latest model. Only came out last month," said Marcus carelessly, flicking a speck of dust from the end of his own. "I believe it outstrips the old Two Thousand series by a considerable amount. As for the old Cleansweeps" He smiled nastily at the Weasley twins, who were both clutching Cleansweep Fives "sweep the board with them."
None of the Gryffindor team could think of anything to say for a moment. Theo let out an amazed grin. Nimbus Two Thousand and One, that was something.
"Oh, look," said Flint. "A field invasion." Weasley and Turpin were crossing the grass to see what was going on.
"Your side is also making a field invasion Flint." The Gryffindor Captain said. Draco smirked.
"Oh, but them were invited to see us try out our new brooms." He sneered. Before anyone could retort Weasley and Turpin reached the group.
"What's happening?" Weasley asked Potter. "Why aren't you playing? And what's he doing here?" He was looking at Draco, taking in his Slytherin Quidditch robes.
"I'm the new Slytherin Seeker, Weasley," said Malfoy, smugly. "Everyone's just been admiring the brooms my father's bought our team." Weasley gaped, open-mouthed, at the seven superb broomsticks in front of him. Victoria, Hermione, Blaise and Theo stood behind the Slytherin team, the three Slytherins making a face towards the speechless redhead. "Good, aren't they?" said Draco smoothly. "But perhaps the Gryffindor team will be able to raise some gold and get new brooms, too. You could raffle off those Cleansweep Fives; I expect a museum would bid for them." The Slytherin team howled with laughter. Even Hermione smiled a little, probably thinking that yes, a Quidditch museum will probably pay for the brooms.
"At least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in," said Turpin sharply. "They got in on pure talent." The smug look on Draco's face flickered.
"No one asked your opinion, you filthy little Mudblood," he spat.
Marcus had to dive in front of Draco to stop the twins from jumping on him, one of the Gryffindor girls, a chasers, shrieked, "How dare you!" and Ron plunged his hand into his robes, pulled out his wand, yelling, "You'll pay for that one, Malfoy!" and pointed it furiously under Flint's arm at Malfoys face.
A loud bang echoed around the stadium and a jet of green light shot out of the wrong end of Ron's wand, hitting him in the stomach and sending him reeling backward onto the grass.
"Ron! Ron! Are you all right?" squealed Turpin.
Ron opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. Instead he gave an almighty belch and several slugs dribbled out of his mouth onto his lap.
The Slytherin team were paralyzed with laughter. Marcus was doubled up, hanging onto his new broomstick for support. Draco was on all fours, banging the ground with his fist. The Gryffindors were gathered around Weasley, who kept belching large, glistening slugs. Nobody seemed to want to touch him.
"We'd better get him to Hagrid's, it's nearest," said Potter to Turpin, who nodded bravely, and the pair of them pulled Weasley up by the arms.
"What happened, Harry? What happened? Is he ill? But you can cure him, can't you?" the small Gryffindor first year from the other day had run down towards them and was now dancing alongside them as they left the field. Weasley gave a huge heave and more slugs dribbled down his front.
"Oooh," he said, fascinated and raising his camera. "Can you hold him still, Harry?"
"Get out of the way, Colin!" said Potter angrily, before walking away.
The Gryffindor team retreated furiously and the Slytherins went down to practice. Theo and Blaise went to the seats to watch them playing. Victoria pulled down her handkerchief.
"Do you think that the Gryffindor with the camera will sell me the photo of Weasley bleaching slugs?" Theo laughed.
"Why piccola?" Blaise asked before poking her. She smiled mischievously.
"Just saying." She turned around. "Want to come with me Hermione?" The brunette looked startle and nodded, walking towards the other girl.
"See you later." She waved at the boys.
"See you on the common room." Said Victoria before walking away. They walked towards the castle in silence. Victoria's steps were hurried, Hermione trying to catch up with her. The grate hall was empty and Victoria climbed the stairs quickly. She found an empty classroom and pushed the door open harshly. Hermione trailing behind, out of breath. The door closed with a click.
"Are you ok?" asked Victoria with a glare. Hermione gulped and nodded. She sat on the floor against the door, pulling her legs close. Victoria let out some Spanish curse words before sitting next to her, letting the brunette witch hug her while sobbing.
"No, I'm not! Victoria I knew it, I always knew it but I doesn't stop the hurt." She wailed. The other witch hugged. "Why he had to say such word?" she hiccupped. "If… if he knew, if… all… of them knew!" she began sobbing again.
"It's ok, they don't know." Victoria mumbled. "They'll never know. If we have to lie we'll do it. You know it doesn't matter that your parents are muggles." Hermione hiccupped.
"I… love my parents… and I'm proud of them…" She said more tears leaking from her eyes. Victoria nodded.
"I know. I know." She said while petting Hermione's hair. "You know he's a fool, an idiota (idiot)." Hermione nodded weakly, not really into it. "Mudblood! Pureblood!" She spat the words angrily. "As if! Blood is red and spills the same way. Even in muggles! And they haven't invented a spell you Hermione can't do." She said with force. Hermione smiled and nodded. "Vale. (All right.) Now, are you going to help me find that Gryffindor with the camera or not?" Hermione laughed and dried her tears.
"You are terrible! Why would you do such thing?" Victoria shrugged.
"Well… just imagine the possibilities. We could duplicated them and have Alatriste drop them on breakfast for example. Or cover a random classroom with them." She said laughing, glad that Hermione was smiling again.
"And why you need me?" Victoria looked at her serious again.
"Because the boy is a trembling first year Gryffindor. Do you seriously consider that he's going to hand it to a Slytherin? Exactly. A Ravenclaw will help smooth things up, and we can tell him the story of the troll to soft him up." Hermione looked at her incredulous.
"Oh you are terrible. A Slytherin all the way." Victoria smirked.
"And proud of it."
In the end they didn't came out of the classroom until dinnertime, both of their stomachs growling. Hermione sat on the Slytherin table next to Victoria. Both of them laughed as Draco re-told the story of Weasley eating his own slugs, because let's face it even if the words before it had been painful it had been so funny to watch Weasley green and puking slugs. They parted ways on the hall, the Ravenclaw hurrying to the tower of her house and the Slytherins went down to the dungeons. Draco went to bed early and Vincent and Gregory followed him.
Theo, Blaise and Victoria stayed in the common room, pretending to do homework. In reality Blaise was dozing by the fire with a cup of warm chocolate in his hands, Theo was reading a book, and old story of a wizard and a dragon (1), and Victoria was colouring with her wand a drawing she had made. It was late; the common room empty almost empty and the fire very low. Theo had his eyes closed and the book over his chest, already falling sleep. Victoria yawed and glanced at him and then at Blaise, the Italian shaking his head to stay awake. She smiled and yawed again. It was probably time to go to bed.
"Come... come to me... Let me rip you... Let me tear you... Let me kill you…" The witch jumped and her drawing fell to the floor. Blaise and Theo became alert and looked at her. She became pale. The noise was long and hissing, forming words of breath taking, ice-cold venom, and it was so close as if someone had whispered it on her ear. Blaise stood up and grabbed her when she collapsed back into the couch.
"Piccola?" The English boy stood up and sat on the other side. Victoria didn't comment the nickname. The boys glanced at each other. Victoria gulped.
"Did you hear that? The voice…" she said in a thin voice. Both boys shook their heads.
"No Victoria…" Theo hesitated when the girl let out a whimper. "Maybe you were falling asleep?" she shook her head.
"I was more awake than you two..." She said before trembling and burring herself in the arms of Blaise. Theo sighed. Both of them knew that something was wrong; Victoria will not react like that over nothing. Theo rubbed her arm comfortingly.
"Shhhh… tranquila piccola, ¿si? Tranquila…" (…calm down, piccola, ok? Calm down…) murmur Blaise in her hair. She fell asleep minutes after, still trembling.
"Something is not right" Theo said, still holding Victoria's hand.
"I know." Was the only thing Blaise said. The fire flicker out after that.
1. The story of the wizard and the dragon: reference of Saint Gorge and the Dragon (Patron Saint of England). The story tells that in an exotic land (often Libya) a dragon plagued the land and to appeased it the locals feed him with sheep, and if that failed with a young maiden. One day, when the daughter of the king was to be offered a knight rode by and hearing the story he decided to slay the dragon. After a long fight where his spear broke, his armour cracked and his sword bent, he manage to wound the dragon fatally and to free the land.