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 know that I've said this before but my life is a mess, and the things is it's not getting better. it's really, really hard and I'm doing my best (even if the best I can do will probably not be enough).

and while, I don't think that many people are going to read this notes and that you are not here to hear about the issues I carry, i have to say that even if I have a tendency to drop things halfway... this, this fic, this universe, is not something I'm going to give up.

thank you so far.

Third year: Chapter I. Of coastlines and hidden smiles

"And from the tips of your fingers

Down to the soles of your feet

A glimmer in your skin

That I can't believe

And take a trip to the sea

Let your hair run, run free

You're a rebel in disguise

Is that the devil in your eyes."

Oceans - Coasts

To say that Blaise Zabini was mildly surprised after receiving a letter from his schoolmate Victoria Acebedo de Córdoba was an understatement. Not that Miss Acebedo was not his acquaintance. Victoria was, in fact, one of his best friends along with Theo Nott (Jr.) and Draco Malfoy.

Blaise was intrigued the most about why she had even bothered to write at all. His golden eyes traced the words scribbled in black ink. Victoria didn't write letters as a general rule, barely even reading the letters that she received. Once he had asked, along with Theo, why she never wrote home. She had pierced them with far too calm violet eyes, her eyelashes flickering in the soft light of the common room. Love looks not with the eyes (1), the Spanish girl said and looked away, curling in the glow of the fireplace. Both boys had understood the subtle mention of her father illness and looked away too.

He looked at the letter again, raising an elegant eyebrow. It was short and simple, but he knew that Victoria had spent a lot of time writing it. Blasie sighed, he noticed small things, like how their handwritings matched their personalities and ways. Draco's, to begin somewhere, was as expected elegant but also blatant. He used emerald ink and sometimes even something resembling drop caps. The blond had to be the focus of attention, unapologetic and arrogant and it showed. Vincent's and Gregory's was just down right atrocious, as they didn't care much for finesse or details. Theo's was controlled, small letters that every now and then curved in fine loops. He was elegant without imposing. While Victoria scribbled fast and tiny, hurrying up to not miss anything but legible enough.

Indeed, it was her handwriting and her words and still here she took her time and wrote carefully, the letters when up and down, fluid and even. That's not really Victoria, the Italian mussed silently, folding the letter in two and then in four.

His mother, Cascata Zabini della Vedova (2), sitting across from him, placed down her glass of pomegranate juice and looked at him expectantly. Her lips, red without the aid of lipstick, curled into a soft smirk.

"Blaise, caro (dear), what troubles you?" She said casually, folding a napkin in the empty space to her left. Blaise holds back a huff.

"What make you think that something bothers me mamma (mother)?" He said, feigning ignorance. Cascata laughed brightly at that and Blaise sighed. His mother always knows, and he should know better that to try to withhold information. Mamma lives her life reading people and, well, and playing with them. Not that Blaise is not learning to do the same, it's a handy skill in a place like Hogwarts. "I got a letter mamma."

He doesn't elaborate and leans back on his chair, the letter exchanged for a glass of juice. Cascata laughs softly and takes a bite from a strawberry. She makes a motion to pick up the letter and Blaise waved in respond. Her fingers unfold the parchment delicately.

A short time latter her golden eyes scanned the letter, she then flickered them up and looked at him. Blaise raised an eyebrow at her, putting down his glass and placing an elbow on the table. Cascata folded the letter, a smile curling in her lips.

"I see." She said. Blaise shrugged and popped a raspberry in his mouth. Cascata laughed and leaned over the table to pat his arm. She pursed her lips and shook her head. "What I don't see is the problem dear." Blaise smirked and Cascata shook her head, a smirk forming on her lips. "Dio mio, I taught you well didn't I? But, does it has to be a problem at all?"

"Yes mamma." He paused a little, his mother was probably right as usual. "I think I need to write a letter. Do you mind if I sped the rest of the holidays on Spain?" The woman shook her head and took her glass of juice again.

Blaise could just see to his left, if he lead back, the tips of the jagged coastline and the turquoise sea. He briefly recalls a story of a man lost on the memories of sea and old age. Blaise always looks over the cliffs covered in bushes and down to the port next to the water and bows to never look back.

1. "Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,

And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind." ― William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream

2. Cascata Zabini della Vedova: Cascata is an Italian name of Latin origin that means "the woman of the waterfall", while della Vedova is an Italian surname that is translated to widow.