Soo, here I am ...ok I did say that I was not going to publish every day but surprisingly this chapter is short and it took less time to translate..so this is a treat for you guys!

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First Day in the castle

The sun sneaked through the curtains of Ginny's four-poster bed and the girl dipped her head under the pillow, blinded by the sun's rays. Yet she remembered she had closed the curtains well! But ... what curtains? Her bed at the Burrow did not have curtains and her tranquillity would not last long: her mother would come to wake her up at any moment, or the cries of some of her brothers would make her jump startled.

Ginny opened her eyes and found herself surrounded by red curtains.

What Burrow, what screams and shouts ... she was at Hogwarts, it was all real!

The girl smiled, then felt a certain movement and spied through the curtains: Demelza tried to keep up with Alice and Rose but they ignored her, and chatting cheerfully they disappeared through the door.

Ginny opened her curtains and stood up.

"Good morning," she said to Demelza, who looked rather offended, as she adjusted her brown braids.

"Hi," she answered smiling.

"What time is it? I would not want to be late for ..."

"... the lessons," concluded Demelza but Ginny meant to say breakfast. "It's ten past eight and classes start at nine o'clock, I would not be here if it was later, do not worry"

The girl smiled for not having anything to say and ran to the bathroom to get ready. She took a quick shower and dressed in Hogwarts uniform: black stockings, black shoes, black skirt, white blouse with pinned red-gold (Gryffindor colours) tie, a grey sweater and a cloak.

Then, already all prepared, she combed her hair and pinned two coloured clothespins onto her flaming hair. She came out of the bathroom, finding herself alone in the female dormitory, and went downstairs to the Common Room.

"Ginny, you too in Gryffindor, I knew it!"

The girl turned to face her brother Ron and Harry going down the spiral staircases of the male dormitory room: Ron smiled at his little sister and overtook her with a pat on the shoulder as Harry gave her a serene look.

Ginny could have cooked eggs on her cheeks.

After a few seconds, the girl pulled her head away and went through the portrait hole: she had been real stupid! Ron and Harry had just come down, she could be accompanied by them in the Great Hall, maybe Harry would have been even happy ... but no. She had not really thought about it, and she no longer remembered what corridor to go to reach the Great Hall.

She decided to walk to clear her mind but did not know where to begin.

He accidentally saw a little ghost who was leaping at the children, humming a little tune full of bad words (Ginny was not surprised that much: she had learned so much because of Ron, Fred and George), and shyly approached him.

"Oooooh, a lost first year!"

"I ... er ... I was wondering if you could ... um ... show me the way to the Great Hall"

"Peeves, get away!" the voice of her brother Percy burst out and the ghost, after a rasp, disappeared.

"He was pointing me the way!"

"Oh no, Peeves just wanted to confuse your ideas, come on, I'm here," he said, and putting a hand behind her back he had her walk down that corridor, until she moved a tapestry and headed straight. "You have to look out for Peeves the Poltergeist: he can get you to the less convenient places, like a trick stair or the one where a step disappears, and you get stuck there until someone comes to free you" Ginny swallowed. "He can even take the carpet from under your feet and put the trash basket on your head. Stuff you can't believe! I do not know why Dumbledore still wants to have him around!"

"I'll never remember the way," the girl muttered, looking around.

"It's easy," said Percy encouragingly. "Once you start walking through it every day, you won't forget it. Listen to me Ginny, at Hogwarts there are a hundred and forty-two stairways, some normal, some dangerous, and some that take to different places on Fridays unless you tickle it in the right places. Also, some walls may look like doors but they are not at all, also be careful about the armor, which usually walk through the corridors creaking horribly, and don't be deceived by the constantly moving portraits. Ah, and then there is Filch the keeper and his cat Mrs Norris, who have been fighting with the students for years: Filch always threatens the students to lock them in the basement if he catches them through the corridors. "

"Oh, very clear," the girl answered and nodded.

She realized this gave her a slight headache.

They reached the Great Hall and Percy decided it was time for Ginny to get away on her own, with his teachings, so the little girl picked out Colin at the Gryffindor table and ran past Harry Potter's neck as he talked to her brother and Hermione Granger.

"Good morning!" Colin happily greeted her as she took a seat next to him, who was in the company of another two boys. "Slept well, guess what Ritchie Coote told me last night while I was putting my camera down?"

"Who is Ritchie Coote?"

"Him"

Colin pointed to a boy who was sitting at that moment, a little lanky, with light hair and hazel eyes: Ginny opened her mouth without having anything to say, then closed it and greeted him energetically by presenting her hand. Ritchie smiled shyly at her.

"He's very kind to me," Colin whispered when the boy was distracted.

Ginny stared at him.

"I was saying ... Ritchie told me that if I develop the film in the right position, my photos will move! Is not it fantastic?" Colin declared excitedly. "Today I will stop Harry Potter and ask him to take a picture with me, what do you think, ill I do well?

"Great idea! Then you can show it to me ..." Ginny answered while serving herself the porridge.

She had breakfast, with Colin talking in her ears like a machine gun, only responding occasionally with expressions like "Mmh" or "right" or "Um ... true", and she was not sorry about that: she was too busy eating and looking at Harry Potter from the other end of the table to be serious about listening to Colin, and she nearly sent her fork flying to the Hufflepuff table nearby.

Half-way through breakfast, Professor McGonagall distributed the schedule for first-year students.

Monday.

From 9.00 to 10.00 am: Transfiguration.

From 10.00 to 11.00: Flight.

From 11.00 to 12.00: Defense against the Dark Arts.

From 12.00 to 13.00: Break before lunch.

From 13.00 to 14.00: Lunch.

From 14.00 to 15.00: Break after lunch.

From 15.00 to 16.00: History of Magic.

From 16.00 to 17.00 pm: Charms.

"From five o'clock after Charms we are free!" exclaimed Colin excitedly.

Ginny read her schedule carefully, while Colin commented and ranted about the fact that the flying lessons were held together with the Ravenclaws, and so he had to make himself ridiculous in front of the Ravenclaw girls. Ginny, for her part, could not wait to start flying lessons, even though she already knew everything about riding brooms and Quidditch, thanks to the constant training with her brother's brooms as a child.

She could not wait to get started and show the teacher that she would show them how she had already ridden a broom and already knew everything about that subject: at least she was sure that in one subject she would do great.

The bell rang.

"We have Transfiguration, come on!" Colin urged them and ran to the exit with his bag bouncing on his back.

Ginny followed him, passing Harry Potter, who was about to get up, so she turned around to look at him until she made a fool of herself for the time in the day: bumping into a third year Hufflepuff who moaned in pain.

Now in the lesson, Ginny immediately learnt that magic lessons were quite another thing than waving a wand and saying a few formulas that would allow her to do the things that the Weasley boys did, and that was certainly not of great help.

Professor McGonagall was, as many of them had already said, very strict and smart.

After doing the register, she made a long speech to the first years that started from Transfiguration and finished with the rules that had to be respected in her classroom and, above all, outside the classes and then in the castle.

She even gave a practical show of Transfiguration, turning her desk into a pig and so on: the children could not wait to start practising, but obviously it would take a long time before they could transfigure some piece of furniture into an animal.

Ginny was sitting next to Demelza Robins during Transfiguration, and both of them, including the rest of the kids, took a mountain of notes that caused the little Weasley's arm, which was not used to writing this much, to start throbbing.

After they had finished with the notes, McGonagall gave them a little practical test: trying to turn a match into a needle.

At the end of the lesson, only Demelza succeeded in the undertaking and the teacher rewarded her by giving five points to Gryffindor. The girl, intimidated, did not boast to her class but blushed violently.

Immediately after Transfiguration, the flying lesson with the Ravenclaws awaited them: Colin would have gladly spent another hour doing Transfiguration rather than flying in front of everyone, but Ginny was very excited.

Many people, the girl noticed, were very agitated at the thought of flying. For example, that same morning, Alice Barlow and Rose Owen were bombarding Demelza Robins with questions, for she was the only girl to have read Quidditch Through The Ages, and seemed to understand something, including Victoria, who interrupted Demelza from time to time to add something.

The flying lesson was not so bad and they did not fly, but that for Colin was good.

The little Gryffindors had just enough time to get a quick wash, for the Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson with Gilderoy Lockhart was waiting for them with open arms.

"Ooooh, it will be cool!" Alice exclaimed as they headed to class.

"Have you read the things he did?" Rose asked, with shining eyes.

"When I heard he was coming to Hogwarts, I could not believe it"

"He's so brave!"

"Do they seriously believe he did all those things?" Victoria whispered, choking down her laughter.

Ginny and Demelza turned to her, while Colin and his companions, Ritchie, Christopher and William, were too busy giggling and pointing to Alice and Rose to pay attention to what Victoria Probisher said.

"It was not Lockhart?" Ginny asked, frowning.

"I don't think so..."

"My father doesn't believe him either," Demelza intervened timidly. "My mother has gone crazy for Lockhart! Maybe that's why Dad doesn't believe that it was him that did all the things he wrote in the books ..."

All three of them laughed and entered the classroom: Gilderoy Lockhart was late.

They all took a seat (Ginny between Victoria and Demelza at the penultimate bench) and heard a cough: their professor had just entered with an elegant step and now he walked around the classroom as everyone's eyes were focused on him. He went up to the desk and reached out his hand taking the Trekking with the trolls book that was on Alice's desk to show the class a photograph of him that winked impertinently.

"Here I am," he said, smiling pleasantly. "Gilderoy Lockhart, Order of Merlin, Third Class, Honorary Member of the League for the Defense against the Dark Arts and five times winner of the award for the Most Seductive Smile promoted by Witch Weekly"

Ginny chuckled; Alice and Rose sighed.

Lockhart went through the register and spoke for almost an hour of himself, of everything there was to know about his exploits and how he had defeated creatures without the least help of anyone, bragging about it to the class and not ceasing to smile and to almost give a heart attack to the two girls at the first desk who were as red as tomatoes. Yes, as Ginny had said several times, Lockhart was just fascinating but that lesson turned out to be more of a joke than a real Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson.

"Unfortunately you are too young and if next year, God willing, I will still be here to teach you how to fight with the most horrible creatures known to the Wizards' lineage," he said and bent down to collect a large cage covered with a white cloth he placed it on the desk. "Now I will take the cloth from the cage ... I have to ask you not to scream: it could stir them up!"

The class held their breath and he, with a theatrical gesture, raised the blanket.

Christopher Jones laughed.

"Cornish Pixies?" he asked sceptically.

"Cornish Pixies just caught," added Lockhart, pointing a cautionary finger at the boy, but he was not angry, and he did not do it sternly. Colin burst out laughing as he watched the electric-blue Pixies making faces at each other. "Laugh, Mr Creevey ... but the Pixies can be evil, I could have freed them now but I can not do it to show you that you too would have been in trouble"

"He would have been the first to escape," Christopher muttered, and Colin chuckled again.

The bell rang and the class was more than happy to abandon Lockhart.

Ginny and Colin started making their way to the Gryffindor Tower following the others when they saw Harry, Ron and Hermione pass by, chatting among themselves without noticing anyone: the girl blushed and so did her partner.

"Oooh, Harry Potter is going to the yard!" exclaimed Colin excitedly, stopping suddenly.

"You want to follow him?"

"The picture with him! When does such an occasion come to me?"

Ginny chuckled.

"Coming with me?"

"Oh no!" the girl replied in a hurry. "I'll see you!"

And she started towards the Gryffindor Tower, trying to remember the way.

After Colin had left Ginny alone, she had strayed from her classmates and, above all, from Alice and Rose, and had joined the twins and Percy who also fought at Hogwarts, arousing the laughter of those around (Colin had left even after lunch to follow Harry Potter).

Fred and George supported an open battle with their brother Prefect by stating that Lockhart was a baboon and that rather than listening to him as he talked about himself they would rather become Prefects. Percy argued in return that Gilderoy Lockhart was still a teacher and that no one in their right mind would choose his brothers as Prefects.

"But who cares if Witch Weekly won him a prize for the 'Most Seductive Smile' or what he says he has done in his big books!"

"He wants us to experience, Fred!"

Ginny laughed so much and so childishly that everyone in the Common Room turned to look at her. For a moment, the girl ignored the convoluted giggles aroused by her laugh, and proposed that the twins and Percy give themselves a bit of truce but all three looked at her in a frown, telling her that they preferred her to shut up and not take part, or shoot some childish nonsense.

Then she saw Colin running towards her and could not wait to tell her something.

"What?" said the girl as he dragged her away from the litigants.

"Harry Potter noticed me while I looked at him and I walked up and asked him if I can take a picture of him so he could sign it, but suddenly a blond boy intervened and started to make fun of him. Well I told him he was jealous but he denied it, then your brother intervened and he and - the guy called Malfoy - got in a fight - and guess what - Lockhart came and made me take a picture of him and Harry next to each other! Crazy, eh? "

He had told all that without taking a breath and Ginny almost laughed.

It was very nice of Colin to defend Harry and tell that arrogant Draco Malfoy that he was jealous because he certainly was, but in a courtyard? In front of all those people?

The bell rang.

"Ooh, It's time for History of Magic and Charms!"

"Let's go..."

The History of Magic lesson had been a deadly bore. To teach it was a ghost professor named Binns who was already very old when he had died in front of the fireplace in the hall of professors, thus becoming a ghost. His voice was laconic and monotonous, and the kids struggled not to fall asleep.

Ginny peered at Demelza Robins' notes and copied all the names and dates that Professor Binns had listed and said to take notes: they all had names like Emeric the Evil or Uric Crazy Head, and everyone was totally confused.

Professor Flitwick, on the other hand, was a very short teacher who had to climb a pile of books to see beyond the desk. He had a shrieking voice and had them practice with the wand for simple spells such as the spell that would allow kids to lift objects. Needless to say, at the end of the lesson, only Demelza managed to levitate her feather.

Ginny was now in the dormitory, and, closing the curtains tightly, opened her diary and wrote:

Dear Tom Riddle, I have not written to you for two days and I apologize. I arrived at Hogwarts the day before yesterday and I was sorted into Gryffindor. Right, I just finished my afternoon classes: this is my first day here.

Hello my dear, excuses accepted. Are you in Gryffindor? I suppose you are very brave, congratulations. Tell me about your first days at the castle, if you want to.

Ginny did not have to see it twice and told everything that had happened since the morning of the train, her trip to Hogwarts' Express, her meeting with Colin and the fact that they had always been together, the Sorting and her first day at the castle. She only remembered at the last minute that she had omitted the part where Ron and Harry were not present due to the collision with the car.

One thing that disappointed me is that my brother and Harry were not present at the sorting

Harry? Harry who? Riddle asked.

Harry Potter, of course.

I do not think I've ever heard of him ... but tell me about him.

The girl was super happy to tell the story of Harry Potter to Tom Riddle and he listened to it all, never asking indiscreet questions as if he already knew something but it was impossible: he was just a diary!

They kept talking and talking ... then Ginny saw the time: it was eight o'clock.

I have to go have dinner, Tom. I can not wait to hear from you again!

Same here, Ginny. Hope to see you soon.

Ginny closed the diary and hid it in the trunk with a big smile on her lips.

oooh, Tom triked naive Ginny...well we all knew that...

anyway, please do areview and give me your opinions I really wanted other people other than Italians to enjoy this beautiful fanfiction so seeing that people liked it would motivate me more... thanks for reading tho!

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~Ermory

Editor: Helena Haansilton ( you know like Hamilton, Hether's and Dear Evan Hansen)