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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: I'm alive, and I'm back.
Second year: Chapter VI. Messages thicker than blood
"Did we imagine half of it?
What happened then, a thought for now
Save yourself
The secret is out"
30 Seconds to Mars – A Modern Myth
October swept into the castle with damp chilling wind, an outbreak of cold with Pepperup potion remedies and giant pumpkins ready to be turn into Jack O' Lanterns. Victoria had fallen into the cold outbreak and was force-feed a Pepperup potion by Madam Pomprefy, with the help of Theo and Blaise. The boys weren't sure if the red in her face was the potion, the embarrassment of having smoke coming out of her ears or pure anger at them. They carefully avoided her and returned a few hours later with a book of Spanish poems and a plate of churros (1) as a peace offering. She took them and they sat next to her on the couch they preferred, secluded and in front of the underwater window with a nice angled towards a chimney and it's heat.
"Did you hear that Dumbledore is going to have a dancing skeleton crew for the Halloween feast?" asked Theo after a while. Blaise nodded and Victoria smiled.
"Oh yes, and I know who spread the rumour." She said amused. Blaise looked at her with expectation.
"You do?" Theo asked and she nodded. "And…?"
"I'm not telling you." Theo poked her. She shook her head firmly.
"Does this has to do with the Pepperup Potion?" The Italian boy asked with caution.
"Non!" (No!) She hissed, along with a murderous glare.
"Don't tell me… You did?" Theo asked again. She shook her head, her smile returning.
"Ne disant pas" (Not telling.) She said before opening her book. The two boys stared at her and then over her head to each other. Victoria giggled and closed the book softly.
"The Gryffindor twins." She said before curling in the couch. "I was looking for the first year Gryffindor with the camera…"
"You are still into that?" asked Theo. Victoria glanced at him and continued.
"…when I found myself on the east side of the castle and just around a corner I happened to came across with the twins and a friend of them. Planning the rumour." She said with a smirk.
"And they didn't said anything to you?" the Italian asked. She shook her head, and then paused thinking deeply.
"They just winked and left. Telling me to spread the rumour." She sat straight again. "Now that you mention it… it was somehow weir." Theo frowned.
"Maybe they fancy you." He whispered with disdain. Blaise huffed.
"I think not." Victoria said, eyeing the boys curiously. She then grabbed the plate of churros and picked one, offering the plate to the boys. "And by the way, how on the name of Salazar you managed to get churros?" she asked before biting the sweet pastry and smiling, approving the taste and quality. Theo and Blaise smirked.
"If you can withhold information, so can we." Theo said. Victoria narrowed her eyes and Blaise laughed. The boys also lie back on the couch.
"Not fair." She pouted and shifted to allow Theo some space.
"Si" (Yes) Blaise said smirking. She pouted.
"Then I will withhold the churros." She said laughing. The boys shrugged and she frowned. "Oh! You'll tell me, sooner or later!" She said before dusting off some sugar that had fallen on her skirt. The boys laughed, as she was probably right.
Halloween came, and the school was anticipating the Halloween feast. The Great Hall had been decorated with the usual live bats, the vast pumpkins had been carved into lanterns large enough for three men to sit in, the tables were filled with pumpkin pie, turkey sandwiches and sweets and the dancing skeleton crew turned out to be more than a rumour. Probably Dumbledore hear about it and thought it was appropriated. Not that the school was complaining. The skeletons dance first in the open space before the high table before jumping over the house tables and dancing between the cakes and golden goblets. A particular skeleton stopped before Victoria in the Slytherin table. He curtsied to her and began dancing flamenco (2), while the other skeletons or their table clapped their bonny hands in a fast rhythm. Victoria became deep red when the rest of her house catcalled, pulling her handkerchief over her mouth and nose. Theo and Blaise laughed openly before the skeleton tried to pull them up the table. On the Gryffindor table, the Weasley twins had accepted the challenge and were also dancing, rather comically, over their table to the dismay of their housemates who had to pull plates and goblets out of the way.
The feast was almost finishing and the dancing skeleton crew was bowing to the audience when Victoria heard over the cheering and happiness a long hissing sound, cold and poisonous. At first she could not make out the words, but she shivered. Her eyes darted around the Grate Hall. The rest of the school stood up, eager to go towards their common rooms and sleep well until morning. Victoria remained seated, trembling. The hissing voice still whispering over the mirth of the students. Theo and Blaise looked back at her and saw her pale face. Startled the boys pulled Victoria to her feet. Theo grabbed one of her hands. Blaise passing an arm over her shoulder and whispering some comforting words to her that were lost into the loud, happy talk of people around the hall. Victoria gulped. The hissing sound turned into a cold voice, fading upstairs. "…I smell blood… I SMELL BLOOD!"
"Theo, Blaise… I think something bad is going to happen." She mumbled after the voiced faded. They went out the hall and they saw the rest of school hurrying up the marble staircase, even the Huffepuffs and Slytherins. Confused they followed the students until they reached the second floor. The stone floor was damp and the water kept flowing down the stairs and into the first floor. A first year Hufflepuff almost slips in the damp steps and was held up by a six year Gryffindor. Theo, Victoria and Blaise watched as Draco pushed his way to the front of the crowd, his grey eyes alive and his usually pale face flushed.
"Enemies of the Heir, beware! You'll be next, mudbloods!" They heard him scream. Startled, they also pushed, trying to see what was the commotion. Blaise the tallest of the three looked over the heads and saw it. Foot-high words had been daubed on the wall between two windows with something that looked suspiciously blood, shimmering in the light cast by the flaming torches.
"the chamber of secrets has been opened. enemies of the heir, beware."
That night, nobody slept. Victoria curled in their couch, wrapped in a blanket and looking outside the windows. The giant squid was poking his grate eye into the windows, looking inside. Victoria's violet eyes fixed into the big, black one. The squid returned the gaze calmly, almost interested in her. Blaise sat next to her, his face blank, looking over to the rest of their house in the common room whispering excitedly. Victoria and Blaise sat there, neither of them trying to talk to the other. The witch shivered and curled her fingers around the fabric. Blaise looked at her and took her hands between them, rubbing to get them warmth. She looked at him before gazing again at the squid that was swimming away. Theo marched towards them, a big book under his arm. He didn't say anything but sat on Victoria's other side, squeezing between the border and the girl.
"Hi." He said and they nodded. He then opened the book on his lap and began passing the pages quickly. "I guess you want to know about The Chambers of Secrets." Golden and violet eyes turned sharply to him.
"Yes." Blaise said. Theo sighed and flipped the pages of the book until a certain chapter.
"This book is Hogwarts, A History. It tells the whole story of the school." He said, not lifting his green eyes from the book.
"Where did you get it?" Asked Victoria looking at the pages curiously. Blaise leaned over her head to look at it too.
"It's Draco's. I reckon he has read it completely. He said that the legend its recorder here." Theo said casually before stopping on a certain page. "Hogwarts was founded over a thousand years ago, the precise date is uncertain, by the four greatest witches and wizards of the age. The four school Houses are named after them: Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw, and Salazar Slytherin. They built the castle together, far from prying Muggle eyes, for it was an age when magic was feared by common people, and witches and wizards suffered much persecution." He read out the book, in a hushed whisper. Blaise and Victoria leaned towards him to listen. "For a few years, the founders worked in harmony together, seeking out youngsters who showed signs of magic and bringing them to the castle to be educated. But then disagreements sprang up between them. A rift began to grow between Slytherin and the others. Slytherin wished to be more selective about the students admitted to Hogwarts. He believed that magical learning should be kept within all-magic families. He disliked taking students of Muggle parentage, believing them to be untrustworthy. After a while, there was a serious argument on the subject between Slytherin and Gryffindor, and Slytherin left the school." Theo made a small pause to catch his breath. "Slytherin, according to the legend, had built a chamber that none of the others founders knew of. When he left the school, he sealed the Chamber of Secrets so that none would be able to open it until his own true heir arrived at the school. The heir alone would be able to unseal The Chamber of Secrets, unleash the horror within, and use it to purge the school of all who were unworthy to study magic." Theo said, reading the last sentences of the book quietly. Victoria curled into Theo's side and Blaise tightened his hold on her hand. "And now the Chamber of Secrets has been open again." Blaise said.
"That's the rumour." Theo said, looking at the other two. Victoria was glaring at an undefined point on the floor and Blaise looked at Theo.
"And… what do you think? Our housemates look extremely exited about the idea." The Italian said.
"Well… My family is one of the Sacred Twenty-Eight pureblood British families." Theo began. "Muggleborns, mudbloods are just that to me." he said with little emotion "Lucky ones to have magic in a muggle family and they should be grateful of it." Victoria snorted.
"In Spain we don't measure families because its blood but its wealth." She mumbled. "This is so English." Blaise smirked.
"Even if you say so, your family has a long family tree of wizards and witches." Blaise pointed out. Victoria nodded.
"So do you Blaise." Added Theo. The Italian lift his chin and nodded. "Still… mudbloods are just lucky ones…" then he added emotionless. "…and Hogwarts should be only for magic families."
"Purebloods have ancestral magic in their veins." Pointed out Blaise. Victoria nodded at this.
"Yes, but…" She added, hesitating.
"But?" Asked Theo quietly.
"Killing just seems… radical." She added quietly. Theo nodded, closing the book on his lap and resting his head on top of Victoria's. Blaise sighed and rest his chin on the shoulder of Victoria, brushing Theo's head and nodding too.
1. Churros: is a fried-dough pastry. They are normally eaten for breakfast dipped in hot chocolate or café con leche (coffee with milk).
Churros are typically fried until they become crunchy, and may be sprinkled with sugar. They are usually star-like shaped as the dough (made from water, flour and salt) is piped from a churrera (a syringe with a star-shaped nozzle).
2. Flamenco: is a form of dance and folk music from Andalucía, Spain. It includes cante (singing), toque (guitar playing), baile (dance) and palmas (handclaps). It comes from traditional Andalusian and Romani (Gypsy) dances.
The baile is know for it's emotional charge, proud carriage, expressive use of the arms and rhythmic stamping of the feet. The stamping of the feet of the dancer is almost always in synchronicty with the handclaps.
The music is commonly made by a singer and a guitar. A typical flamenco recital with voice and guitar accompaniment comprises a series of pieces (not exactly "songs") in different palos (flamenco styles). Each song of a set of verses (called copla, tercio, or letras), which are punctuated by guitar interludes called falsetas. The guitarist also provides a short introduction which sets the tonality, compás and tempo of the cante. If the music is absent the rhythm is often punctuated only by the handclaps.
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