I'M SO HAPPY! I GOT 5 REVIEWS! Thank you everyone! Well, here's the 3rd chapter of this story. I'm sorry if it seems a bit too short, but I need a bit more time planning the next chapter, which will be longer than the other ones and will grow from then on. It seems that because of certain personages (stares at Cira) who can't wait till the next chapter or book of anything, particularly Imadoki! I now have to update regularly if I want to keep my sanity. Lol. Enough chattering then.

Disclaimer: I own nothing of HP and it all belongs to JK Rowling…But the Imadoki mangas I buy I DO own, of which Sarah may never have! Lol. J/K! R&R!

This chapter is dedicated to Tanpopo Yamazaki and Yoji Kugyo, of whom I think looked good together in the 4th book of Imadoki, even though I still like it that Koki and Tanpopo are still in love with each other in their heartbreaking ways. Oops! Did I spoil it for you, Sarah? Sorry…Wait, not really! Lol. Only one more manga to go!

"La maniera peggiore di mancare è sedere giustamente accanto a loro sapendo che lei non può avere loro." ---- (A/N: I just used a free translation on this quote, so if it's wrong, I am truly sorry!) It's supposed to say "The worst way to miss someone is to be sitting right beside them and knowing you can't have them.

Chapter 3-The Beginning of a story

"Perhaps…You are just looking for a story?"

After that, neither of us said anything, each thinking our own thoughts. In the midst of this, I was snapped out my reverie as the child with black hair and hazel eyes came up to his mother and asked her something in English, of which I did not understand. She scolded him slightly and then laughed and smiled at him and ushered him away. I must have been staring because she turned at me and said,

"My son just wanted to know if he could go with two of my twin brothers to their joke shop back in Britain. He said that they said he could play 'test subject' with them. I already know how that is going to turn out, so I just had him remember the last time he went there. His hair turned pink and all the girls at his school called him 'pretty.' That was enough to not want to go with my brothers."

I laughed a bit, and when I finally I got a hold of myself and said,

"Well, um, Ginny…May I call you that?"

She nodded her head yes, so I continued.

"Today I had just happened to spot you earlier when you were near the Uffizi Gallery where I normally work. Nothing of interest had happened yet today, so I decided to follow. You seemed rather interesting, and I have to admit that you looked very bella to me."

I smiled nervously and saw that she seemed pleased with my compliment.

"Anyways, I was delighted to find out that you were a witch when you entered that building. And when you lost your hat, I felt that it might be a good opportunity to follow you, even though part of the way I was nearly trampled to death by packs of witches doing their shopping…and then, this where I am now, talking to you."

I glanced at her again and saw that she had a Why-don't-you-ask-me? kind of look. I smiled hesitantly, conjured some parchment and a Quick Quotes quill and asked,

"Well then, Ginny, would you mind telling me your story, you and your husband's story? I want to know why such a beautiful girl like you came to live in Italy of all places. And perhaps how you got married to the great Harry Potter. Would you be willing to tell me these things?"

"Yes. It will be a pleasure knowing that someone who is seemingly kind hearted to write out my story. By the way…what is your name?" she asked sheepishly.

"It's Lorenzo Di FioreSo it wasn't wrong when you called me that. Now then, shall we begin?"

Thus Ginny told me about her passage way to living in Italy.

This is her story.

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