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 received a review from last chapter stating that I must continue writing, I went back to see where I had left them and well... feels? so... a friend of mine (whit whom I brainstorm this fic) said that I was mean to leave it there. here is next chapter.
Second year: Chapter XII. Still life in summer skies
"Closing in,
please be there
please be there"
Imogen Heap – Closing in
"All students will return to their House common rooms by six o'clock in the evening. No student is to leave the dormitories after that time. You will be escorted to each lesson by a teacher. No student is to use the bathroom unaccompanied by a teacher. All further Quidditch training and matches are to be postponed. There will be no more evening activities." The words rang in silence. Professor Snape black eyes swept the dungeon and the quiet students while rolling up the piece of parchment he had been reading. "I believe that I don't need to stress in how important is to follow this rules, and that if the culprit is not apprehended…" Professor Snape made a small pause and his dark eyes scanned the stunned crowd. He jerked his head sharply and turned around crossing the dungeon with long strides. The stone door closed behind him with an eyrie and ominous sound.
For the space of a heartbeat everything was quiet and then, after an intake of air, the babble broke out.
"The Ravenclaw, Clearwater, isn't a mudblood. Her mother is a witch. She works at the Ministry with my father."
"What the hell the Heir is thinking? Are we safe? "
"Pfff… just get rid of the mudbloods."
"Closing the school? Seems like a bit drastic to my taste."
"Long lives the Heir!"
"How and who?"
Everyone was talking, different opinions were tossed on the air and the noise echoed on the dungeon walls. Victoria was sitting between Theo and Blasie on their usual couch. She was pale and her violet eyes followed the noise around the common room not really focusing on anything. Theo and Blaise were quiet observing as Gregory and Vincent verbally supported the Heir.
Draco on the other side had fled to their room even before Professor Snape began reading the new rules. His fist curled into tight fist and his lips white. Victoria eyes flickered towards the boys' dormitories. To present in her mind the way Draco's face bleed out of emotion at the sight of the petrified Hermione.
"It's funny." She whispered, eyes darting around the room again. "For everyone in this room things suddenly became real." She snorted and closed her eyes. She shook her head and stood up. A muttered goodbye passed between them and her figure was swallowed by the darkness of the girl's dormitories.
"She's right you know" Theo murmured to Blaise quietly. The common room was still full of noise. People seem to have much to say, everyone claiming to have the truth and last opinion. Blaise shook his head.
"Yes." He muttered. "Thinking back, even for us this was a joke. I guess that Victoria herself, for much disdain she held for everyone, thought the same. Harmless. Risk-free. Meaningless." Theo snorted with half amusement and half bitterness.
"And now, we are trapped in our common room." The green eyed boy said. "With the uncertainty of whatever is lurking the corridors."
Days latter, Victoria was sitting on Charms. The Spanish girl looked outside the window, uninterested on Professor Flitwick class. Her violet eyes scanned the world outside the glass. Summer was creeping over the grounds around the castle; sky and lake alike turned periwinkle blue and flowers large as cabbages burst into bloom in the greenhouses. She huffed, annoyed. The weather was warm and comfortable, and yet they were confined into the castle.
Victoria wished they could go outside, away from the suffocating atmosphere that lingered inside the castle. With Dumbledore gone, the day after the triple attack, fear had spread as never before, so that the sun warming the castle walls outside seemed to stop at the mullioned windows. There was barely a face to be seen in the school that didn't look worried and tense, and any laughter that rang through the corridors sounded shrill and unnatural and was quickly stifled. Victoria rested her head in her arms, eyes fixed on the sky outside. Theo next to her sighed and dropped his quill, his fingers brushing Victoria's arm softly. She sighed and turned to him, sighing softly. He nodded and continued taking notes of the class.
The bell finally rang and they quickly grabbed their things. Blasie offered to take Victoria's bag. She accepted gladly, smiling softly to the boys. Blaise smirked at her and placed an arm around her waist. Theo linked her arm with his and they walked down to the dungeons.
Draco, in front of them, seamed to enjoy the atmosphere of terror and suspicion and had been strutting around the school as though he had just been appointed Head Boy. Theo, Blaise and Victoria had seen him little since the triple attack. At nights, on the common room the blond boy shut himself on the dormitory and every time Blaise or Theo went he feign sleep. Even Vincent and Gregory said that he evaded conversation altogether, and he only willingly spoke when gloating about Dumbledore.
"I always thought Father might be the one who got rid of Dumbledore." he said in the middle of potions, not troubling to keep his voice down. "I told you he thinks Dumbledore's the worst headmaster the school's ever had. Maybe we'll get a decent headmaster now. Someone who won't want the Chamber of Secrets closed. McGonagall won't last long, she's only filling in…" Professor Snape swept past Potter and Weasley, making no comment about Turpin's empty seat and cauldron.
"Sir," said Draco loudly. "Sir, why don't you apply for the headmaster's job?"
"Now, now, Mister Malfoy," said Professor Snape, though he couldn't suppress a thin- lipped smile. "Professor Dumbledore has only been suspended by the governors. I daresay he'll be back with us soon enough."
"Yeah, right," said Draco, smirking. "I expect you'd have Father's vote, sir, if you wanted to apply for the job. I'll tell Father you're the best teacher here, sir." Victoria smirked at that.
Professor Snape smirked as he swept off around the dungeon, fortunately not spotting Seamus Finnigan, who was pretending to vomit into his cauldron. A well-placed spell from Theo made a flask of Finnigan fall over, spilling armadillo bile on his clothes. The Slytherins sniggered quietly.
"I'm quite surprised the Mudbloods haven't all packed their bags by now," Draco went on. Victoria sobered up, and clenched her grip around her silver knife. And yet she wasn't angry with Draco. She knew that he was just words and was worried about Hermione, ironic as it was. That he also saw the unseeing eyes that seamed carved in a porcelain face. "Bet you five Galleons the next one dies. Pity it wasn't…"
The bell rang at that moment, which was lucky; at Draco's last words, Weasley had leapt off his stool, and in the scramble to collect bags and books, his attempts to reach Draco went unnoticed. Victoria glared at him. She didn't blame him, but she was also sure that they didn't saw behind Draco's smug and bastard-like attitude. Theo glanced at the blond boy with caution as he harshly packed his things. Blasie sighed. He and Theo watched Victoria leave her seat and head towards the Gryffindor pair. Both boys collecting her things along with thier.
"Let me at him," Weasley growled as Potter and Thomas hung onto his arms. "I don't care, I don't need my wand, I'm going to kill him with my bare hands…"
Potter turned sharply at the tap on his shoulder, still clutching at Weasley's clothes. His green eyes glanced at Victoria with confusion and mistrust. She said nothing, holding her chin up proudly. Weasley eyes turned to her in a glare full of hatred.
"What do you want? Go back to your rotten friends." The gaze Victoria directed him was icy and he was taken back. Without a word the Spanish girl placed a note in Potter's hand, smuggling it between the redhead clothes and his hand. She then turned sharply and slapped the redhead, sneering at him. Victoria spun around and returned to Theo and Blasie. The boys glared at the Gryffindors before escorting the girl out of the dungeon.
Potter pocketed the note, a bit stunned, and held his best friend back again. The redhead anger had returned quickly and was muttering darkly about Slytherins and murder with no weapons, didn't matter if it was a girl.
"Hurry up, I've got to take you all to Herbology," barked Snape over the class's heads, and off they marched, with Potter, Weasley, and Thomas bringing up the rear, Weasley still trying to get loose. It was only safe to let go of him when Professor Snape had seen them out of the castle and they were making their way across the vegetable patch toward the greenhouses.
Latter before entering the greenhouse Potter opened the note. Scribbled in black ink and a messy handwriting it said.
"we found something of the Chamber. it was on Hermione's hand. thought it may interest you."
Nothing else happened after that, hours dragged on and the castle seamed frozen at a breaking point, engulfed in sadness and fear. The triple attack, as massive as it had been, seemed the end. Anti-climatic for some who predicted deaths without Dumbledore. Days went on and the students from class to common room without a hitch.
A week before term end, Professor McGonagall kindly reminded the Slytherins in her second year class that on June first they were having exams. Blaise, looked up from the pair of perfect black slippers he had just transfigured and nodded almost bored. Theo groaned at the Italian and Draco ignored the professor, not really surprised. Victoria huffed, caught off guard as she had completely forgotten that exams needed to be taken. Pansy and Daphne had been scandalized and Vincent and Gregory looked like if the transfiguration teacher had asked them to face a manticore, unarmed and blindfolded.
"Professor Dumbledore's instructions were to keep the school running as normally as possible." She said sternly. Draco scoffed at that. The old man was annoying, even when he was away. Professor McGonagall scowled at him. "And yes, that means exams. I hope you are studding hard." And she then turned around, to explain in detail (again) how to turn a pair of fluffy rabbits into slippers. After class, the Slytherins were walking down to the dungeons. Pansy and Daphne were whining about exams.
"They are annoying sometimes." gritted Draco trough clenched teeth, cold grey eyes fixed on the back of the girls. Blaise snorted in amusement. "All they do is talk about stupid things."
"At least they talk more than you do, Draco" Victoria hissed at him. The blond glared at her and she smirked not threated at all. Theo grabbed the hand of Victoria and pulled her back, away from the English boy. Blaise placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Ne pas. Elle a raison. (Don't. She is right.)" The Welsh boy said to the blond. Green eyes boring into grey ones.
"Vous avez été en évitant de nous Draco. (You have been avoiding us Draco)" The Italian added.
"L'esprit de votre propres affaires! (Mind your own business!)" He spat in retort.
"¡Idiota! (Idiot!)" Victoria hissed dangerously at him. Theo passed an arm around her waist, holding her back. "Nous avons demandé parce que nous nous soucions. (We asked because we care.)" Draco huffed, dropped Blaise hand form him and turned in his heals, ducking in one of the many corridors of the dungeons. They followed him and found him slipping down to the stone floor. Blaise and Theo exchange a look. Victoria sighed and sat next to him.
"Sorry." The Spanish girl said softly, resting her head on his shoulder. Theo and Blaise sat next to them. Draco nodded and rested his head back on the cold wall.
"I thought he was right. The Heir." He mumbled so softly that the other almost missed it. "But he made a mistake and Hermione is lying cold as dead in a bed." Victoria sighed and closed her eyes. And she sow, so clearly the eyes that seam to haunt them, unseeing and unblinking staring out a porcelain-like face.