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: Warning: OC's and non-canon. Use of French, Spanish, English, Italian, German and Welsh. May contain homosexual couples or insinuations.
Note: I guess I'm back. many, many things had happen and frankly I was about to give up writing fan fiction altogether but these stories haunt me. I started writing this for fun, because I wanted to work on my take (perhaps a bit more realistic) of this story and make a universe where what I wanted to happen could happen. I'm glad that people liked it, and please have patience with me. I'll finish this, is massive yes but I'll do it.
in other things, I'm looking for a new beta.
Second year: Chapter X. Kisses, flowers and horrid pink
"Why d'ya have to be so cute?
It's impossible to ignore you
Must you make me laugh so much?
It's bad enough we get along so well"
Imogen Heap– Goodnight And Go
When they returned to the school after the holidays they found the school in a fury of rumours. Lisa Turpin seamed to have disappeared and everyone talked about how she had been attacked, in the end she returned to school at the end of January after a bad spell was reversed on her. By February the sun had begun to shine weakly on Hogwarts again. Inside the castle, the mood had grown more hopeful. There had been no more attacks since those on Finch-Fletchley and Nearly-Headless Nick, and Madam Pomfrey was pleased to report that the Mandrakes were becoming moody and secretive, meaning that they were fast leaving childhood.
The second year Slytherins were in the Defence Against the Dark Art's classroom, waiting for Lockhart. Blaise was playing with some leftover feathers from their Transfiguration class, changing them to leaves and back to feathers. Theo read quietly a book beside him. Victoria had taken to stand or sit on the beams of sun in order to keep herself warm, something that Blaise and Theo found endearing. She smiled with content, standing on a tiny ray of sun near a window. The Italian laughed quietly looking at her happy face. The girl looked at him and grinned. Theo looked up and smiled too.
"What are you reading Theo?" Victoria said before sitting in the bench, pushing Blaise against Theo with her hip to make space. Theo rearranged himself, leaning forward to rest on the table. Head propped against his arm and his green eyes fixed on Blaise and Victoria.
"here is the deepest secret nobody knows. (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart. i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart) (1)" He said. Victoria smiled. Lockhart entered in that moment, not that the students cared much.
"Now you lot sure are cheerful! I wish the rest of the school could follow your example!" He said, showing his white teeth in a large smile. The Slytherins looked at each other confused. Lockhart laughed. "Now that the attacks have stopped (the culprit must have know I was surely going to catch him) what the school needs now is a morale-booster. Wash away the memories of last term! I won't say any more just now, but I think I know just the thing…" The Slytherins looked at each other mildly confused and pulled out their textbooks, ready to another boring class.
Lockhart's idea of a morale-booster became clear at breakfast time on February fourteenth. When they went up to the Grate Hall and looked at the new decorations Victoria almost ran back towards the dungeons, and Blaise and Theo intended to follow her. The walls were all covered with large, lurid pink flowers. Worse still, heart-shaped confetti was falling from the pale blue ceiling. Scared for life they sat down on the Slytherin table where Draco was sitting with arms crossed, looking grimly at the decorations. Pansy and Daphne, some places up, were giggling and talking on whispers. Victoria whipped the bench before sitting. Theo and Blaise following her and empting goblets and plates of the offensive confetti. Draco grunted darkly a good morning, to disgusted to carry a conversation. The boys tried to eat but the bloody confetti all over the food and place made it impossible. Victoria glared at the confetti and grabbed her wand and began tapping the pink hearts, burning them black. Draco laughed at this, mood improving slightly.
"I thought girls liked Valentine's Day." He said whipping confetti from his bacon. Victoria glared at him before taking an apple.
"It's not the day…" She said, pouting. "It's the colour. So much pink should be illegal!" Pansy and Daphne giggled and looked at her.
"Oh, don't be like that." Daphne said, still giggling.
"Valentine's is a wonderful day." Pansy said and the smirked. "I have already received a present." Victoria snorted.
"I said the day was not a problem." The Spanish girl said before biting her apple. Daphne and Pansy scooted closer to her.
"Are you going to give someone a valentine?" Daphne asked. Victoria looked at her, long and hard. The other girls waited for her reply. The boys not interested in the conversation at all returned to their food.
"No." Victoria finally said. Pansy nodded.
"More important" Daphne interfered. "Who is going to give you something?" Victoria stared at them again, almost dropping her apple form shock.
"Aren't valentines supposed to be secret?" She asked with a small voice. Daphne and Pansy giggle louder.
"Of course!" Pasy said. "But you can try at guessing." Daphne smirked.
"I saw a fourth year eyeing you the other day. Perhaps he'll give you something!" She said excited. Victoria bit her apple, thinking something to reply.
On the teachers table Lockhart, wearing lurid pink robes to match the decorations, was waving for silence. Of course, only he could have planned something as ridiculous as this. The teachers on either side of him were looking stony-faced. From where they sat, they could see a muscle going in Professor McGonagall's cheek and Professor Snape looked as though someone had just fed him a large beaker of Skele-Gro.
"Happy Valentine's Day!" Lockhart shouted. "And may I thank the forty-six people who have so far sent me cards! Yes, I have taken the liberty of arranging this little surprise for you all, and it doesn't end here!" Lockhart clapped his hands and through the doors to the entrance hall marched a dozen surly-looking dwarfs. Not just any dwarfs, however. Lockhart had them all wearing golden wings and carrying harps. Victoria thought they looked horrible. "My friendly, card-carrying cupids!" beamed Lockhart. "They will be roving around the school today delivering your valentines! And the fun doesn't stop here! I'm sure my colleagues will want to enter into the spirit of the occasion! Why not ask Professor Snape to show you how to whip up a Love Potion!? And while you're at it, Professor Flitwick knows more about Entrancing Enchantments than any wizard I've ever met, the sly old dog!" Professor Flitwick buried his face in his hands. Professor Snape was looking as though the first person to ask him for a Love Potion would be force-fed poison.
"I'm guessing that Hermione was one of the forty-six to send Lockhart a card." Mumbled Victoria to Theo and Blaise. The boys nodded, smirking.
"I would like to see someone asking Professor Snape for a Love Potion." Blaise added with a malicious grin. Victoria, Theo and Draco laughed.
"Oh, I think Elizabeth Kirk a third year from Hufflepuff is going to try." Daphne said. "She desperate to make a fifth year Ravenclaw notice her." The group laughed harder.
"I hope Madam Pomfrey has enough anti-venom." Draco said, looking over at the Hufflepuff table. They all laughed again.
All day long, the dwarfs kept barging into their classes to deliver valentines, to the annoyance of the teachers. Pansy did received another valentine card and Daphne got some flowers. The fourth year that Pansy had mentioned before, cornered Victoria after breakfast and gave her a card. Blasie had received some valentines from blushing and shuttering girls. He as smooth as he was graciously received all of them. Even Draco got a valentine, but Theo suspected that Pansy was responsible for it. Laughing at the blond, the second year Slytherins were walking towards Transfiguration. While the fourth year Gryffindors were shuffling out of the doors.
"Look Fred!"
"What is it George?"
"Our favourite Slytherin Fred."
"Oh! The moment we have been waiting all day!" The Slytherins looked at the twins alarmed by their mischievous grins. The redheads pushed a fellow classmate and walked towards the group. They moved Theo and Blasie out of the way and placed two magenta cards on Victoria's hands. The boys huffed and glared darkly at the redheads. Without whipping their grins the redheads bent and placed a kiss, each, on Victoria's cheeks. The girl face burned red, torn between shame and anger. The twins laughed and shuffled out of the way, despairing behind a corner. Victoria marched towards the door and turned around.
"Not a word." She hissed, looking at the Slytherins and Gryffindors in the hallway. "Not a word, or I'll make your lives miserable." The pure fury in her face made the people realize she was serious. She turned again and marched into the classroom, scowling darkly. Tossing her bag in one of the benches in the back. The Spanish girl covered her face with her handkerchief and then sat, her fist curled tightly in her lap. Professor McGonagall looked at her curiously. The rest of the class followed her, silent and glancing at her every now and then. Theo and Blaise sat on her sides, careful not to provoke her anger. The English boy sighed and took Victoria's fist in his hand, uncurling the fingers. The Italian did the same with her other hand.
"Picola." Blaise said, "We can plan the demise of the Gryffindorks latter, ok?" The girl nodded and sighed, resting her head on the table.
"This day is so embarrassing…" Theo and Blaise smiled weakly.
The rest of day was as entertaining and disastrous as the morning. In the common room Draco was still entertaining a group of Slytherins with the tale (and mimic) of Potter's musical valentine. Victoria giggled just remembering. 'Eyes as green as a fresh pickled toad?' Who came up with that? It was awful. Draco insisted that the valentine came from the younger Weasley, the only girl of the family. He could be right, Merlin knows. She yawned, still smiling. Theo and Blaise were sitting close to the fire. Victoria yawned again and stood up, going to her bedroom. Pansy and Daphne were sitting on Pansy's bed, whispering. Victoria mumbled a quick good night and went to her own bed.
"Have you seen them?" Daphne asked her.
"Seen what?" Victoria asked while taking off her cloak.
"The flowers." Answered Pansy, pointing to Victoria's bedside table. A small crystal vase was perched there, beside the lamp. Victoria blinked and nodded. She picked up her nightgown and went to change behind a green screen. She returned to her bed and curled under the covers.
"And?" Pansy said annoyed. Victoria 'tch'ed and turned around. Extending her arm she looked around the flowers for a card.
"No idea of who send them. There is no card." She said before pulling her arm under the warm blankets again.
"Shame." Said Pansy and continued to talk with Daphne. Victoria looked at the flowers again. A little bouquet wrapped with a violet ribbon. In her hand a little card scribbled in black ink. White clovers, think of me.
1 i carry your heart with me(i carry it in) by e e cummings: Edward Estlin Cummings (know as E. E. Cummings or e e cummings) was an American poet, painter, essayist, author, and playwright. He's often remember as THE 20th century American poet, and if not he's still counted as an eminence.
Even if his works were traditional, often writing modern sonnets, his writtings are somehow related to the avant-garde (French for vanguard) movement. For example, he used lowercase latter even in his name (signing his books as e e cummings). He also resorted to the blues lyrical form and to acronyms. His works were no doubtly influenced by the The Calligrammes (poetry work of Guillaume Apollinaire. Calligrammes are an idealisation of free verse poetry, and can often seen as visual poetry).
"i carry your heart with me(i carry it in" was published in 1920. Here, in this fic, there's only the third (and more famous) verse.