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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 homosexual couples or insinuations.

Note: happy new year to all. I bring a new chapter, sorry for the delay I sent the holidays away from my house (at my mother in law's house actually).

Second year: Chapter VIII. Slytherin's monster in practical jokes and serious questions

"And it's one life

and it's this life and it's beautiful"

First Aid Kit – Hard Believer

The news of the attack on Colin Creevy, the small Gryffindor first year that could be seen taking photos of everything and everyone, spread fast all over the castle by Monday morning. The first years were now moving around the castle in tight-knit groups, as though scared they would be attacked if they ventured forth alone. The air was suddenly thick with rumour and suspicion. This time it was for sure, The Camber of Secrets had been opened again. And everywhere people were asking the sane questions, how? where? when? And more important, who?

Hermione was spending less and less time with the Slytherins and none of them seem to know where she was going. Victoria suspected of the Gryffindor trio, who were considerable more nice to the Ravenclaw witch tough the Spanish girl kept quiet and glance at her friend in the eagles table. A ravenclaw girl of third year, with black hair and Asiatic eyes, and her group of friends were warming up at Hermione. As well as her own year and a lonely first year blond girl, who in Hermione's exasperated words was too dreamy.

Meanwhile, hidden from the teachers, a roaring trade in talismans, amulets, and other protective devices was sweeping the school. Neville Longbottom, a catastrophic boy from Gryffindor, bought a large, evil-smelling green onion, a pointed purple crystal, and a rotting newt tail before the rest of his house pointed out that he was in no danger; he was a pure-blood, and therefore unlikely to be attacked. The Slytherins laughed at him and encouraged the transaction. After all, if Flich and his cat had been attacked, why not Longbottom who could hardly do simple spells?

Victoria also found, quite by chance, that not everyone took the matter as grim and darkly as the rest. The Weasley twins had been taking turns covering themselves with fur or boils and jumping out at people from behind statues, beginning with their own sister. Most people didn't found it to funny or appropriated but Victoria, Blaise and Theo managed a few laughs out of the reactions. A fourth year Ravenclaw had fainted after one of the twins jumped out of a hidden passaged behind a tapestry and a Gryffindor of fifth year had scream his lungs out. Victoria herself, along with Theo and Blaise, had been victims of the prank. She had jumped back and was caught by the boys before she collapsed on the floor. Their wands quickly out and aiming a spell to one of the Gryffindors, who collapsed after being hit with a spell that knocked the air out of him. His twin, doubling over with laughter came to fetch him and Victoria, recovering from the shock, began screaming at them in Spanish something that Blaise translate to Theo in hushed whispers, including some expression that a lady should not use. Victoria finished her lecture aiming her own wand to the twins and colouring their hair bright magenta. Theo and Blaise laughed and even the twins smiled, amazed at her. What they didn't expect was Professor Lockhart coming to investigate the noise.

"What's happening here? Miss Acebedo, right?" he said flashing her a bright smile. The witch pocketed her hand and looked at him, unimpressed. The white smile faltered a little. She nodded.

"Just two Gryffindors joking around." She answered. The twins smiled sheepishly, ridiculous in their flashing new hair colour and mumbled.

"Yeah… sorry 'bout that…"

"It was funny tough…"

"Is that so?" Lockhart asked. How he managed to show all of his unnatural white teeth while talking was a mystery.

"Yes." Theo said "And the first reaction Blaise and I had was to hex them. And then when the joke was out we returned to favour and dye their hair." He said.

"Oh, marvellous, marvellous…" Lockhart answered, laughing in a nasal tone. The five of them exchanged a look of distaste. "Well, since no one was hurt and it was innocent fun I will not take point from any of you." He made a dramatic pause, perhaps expecting thank you and praises. "I… if you excuse me I just had a wonderful idea that I need to tell the Headmaster… yes, yes… have a nice day!" He said, his teeth shining still, and left with a swirl of peach coloured robes. The five of them looked at the corner in witch he had disappeared before Victoria snorted.

"Et ce qui est cru?" (And what does he think he is?) She said. Theo and Blaise laughed and the twins looked lost.

"So, are you going to return our hair back to normal?" one of the twins asked after some seconds. Victoria grinned pixyish.

"No, research." She said before walking away, Theo and Blaise laughing at the astonished expression of the Gryffindors before following her.

On the second week of December, Professor Snape went collecting the names of people that were going to stay on Hogwarts for Christmas. Theo, Blaise and Victoria were all returning to their homes, but Draco was staying. Vincent and Gregory copying him.

"You are staying Draco?" Theo asked him. The blond, sprawled on one of the couches in the common room, nodded.

"Thing in school are interesting." He said plainly.

"Oh they are." Said Victoria before curling into a blanket. Theo was sitting on an armchair and Blaise was lying on another couch. Vincent and Gregory were nearby, sprawled on the rug eating sweets. Draco raised an eyebrow at her before taking a chocolate frog from Vincent.

"Do you think something related to the Chamber of Secrets is going to happen on the holidays?" Blaise said lazily. Draco paused in mid air the half-eaten sweet. Theo leaned closer and Victoria looked at him.

"Non." (No.) he said before biting the frog. "I really don't know. I don't think so."

"Few people are going to stay for the holidays." Theo pointed out.

"Probably all the mudbloods are going home terrified." Said Vincent between a mouthful of cake. Blaise looked at him with distaste before commenting.

"I'm guessing that you say nothing is going to happen because of lack of victim material, Draco." The Italian fixed his golden eyes on the young Malfoy.

"Of course. But I bet that there's going to be an attack before the term ends." He said with arrogance. Victoria 'tched'.

"Like you knew." She mumbled. Draco smirked.

"Do you know Draco?" asked Gregory, looking up at him. The blond shrugged and stayed quiet.

"Spill it Malfoy." Theo said, shaking his head.

"Well…" he began, dragging the words. "I don't know who The Heir is." He said finally. The other looked at him with a sense of anti-climax. Draco laughed. "I wish I knew though, maybe I could help him."

"Or her." Said Victoria glaring at the boys. Theo looked at her and nodded. Draco snorted and Blaise glared at him.

"Or her…" said Draco with a some mockery dripping from his voice. "I wrote my dad, asking his opinion about trying to contact The Heir."

"Don't you think is dangerous? Expulsion is the best that could happen to The Heir." asked Blaise smirking at Draco, who looked deep in thought.

"Perhaps." He said slowly and then pursed his lips in a face that showed that he didn't mind much. "But we are talking about getting rid of the mudbloods. Could it be worth it?"

"Could it?" The others wondered.