Hello guys Helena is back :) (bless mall wifi) Also, everyone applaud Ermory for finishing her GCSEs (I still have one on Tuesday aaahh). Anyway, we've got the new chapter for you!
Disclaimer: We don't know anything. The characters and plot belong to JK Rowling, the original story is written by EmPotter. We just translate and edit.
The original story is on EFPfanfic, called 'Sono Ginny Weasley, e questa è la mia storia'
Sirius black in the castle?
In no time, Professor Lupin's lectures became the most discussed topic at Hogwarts. For many girls, they did nothing but talk about him, his kindness, how different he was from the other teachers… and Ginny also thought so, she had thought so since he had seen her expression in front of her Boggart, or even earlier, since he had given them chocolate in the train.
To the relief of the girl, the next lessons were not about the Boggart, but on other creatures, with which they enjoyed taking notes, inspecting them and learning about all their features.
Unsuspectingly, October had came, and Halloween was drawing closer and closer. Ginny hoped it would not be like the previous one: even by now, little Weasley still hate that Halloween night to death, and she probably will hate it forever.
"Why would anyone to have Mangrates?" Vicky said, annoyed, as she cleaned herself of dirt in the girls' bathroom on the seventh floor.
"Mandrakes" Demelza corrected her, amused.
It's Halloween day, and in Herbology they had just studied the Mandrakes. That lesson had particularly pleased Ginny, who, despite being quite disgusted by those living roots, loved Herbology in the Third Greenhouse.
"For company, I guess," Ginny replied sarcastically, and Vicky laughed.
"The screaming! I was about to faint ..."
"Did you put your earmuffs wrong?" Demelza asked, rubbing her cheeks reddened by the earmuff scratches.
"I really think so"
"I felt strange too: I must have put it on bad, the earmuffs ..." mumbled Ginny, who was having a severe headache that reminded her of the shrieking of her Mandrake, as if only seconds have passed.
Demelza started to reply when the sound of a sob came from outside.
"I-I cannot b-believe it ..." a third year Gryffindor girl rushed through the door, followed by a friend of hers, who seemed very sorry. They didn't pay any attention to the three girls, who watched her crying under the door with a mixed feeling of concern, curiosity and embarrassment.
"Let's not cry, come on, wipe these tears," her friend told her softly.
"Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil," Vicky whispered to the others, well informed about everyone at Hogwarts Castle. "Of course it's because of Harry Potter and your brother, if I'm not mistaken. And for sure I wouldn't be mistaken… I'm going to see what happened!" she added audaciously.
"Maybe it's their business..." Demelza grumbled in annoyance.
"They're just talking to each other, Dem, nothing wrong with that, right?" Ginny said with a shrug.
"S-she had s-s-said it!" sobbed Lavender Brown. "H-hi Vic ..." she added, sniffling.
"Hey, Vicky" Parvati greeted her.
"Girls, what happened?" Vicky asked anxiously, being careful not to look too curious.
"Keeps crying like a fountain for days, poor girl," said Pavarti thoughtfully, putting her arm around her friend's shoulders and looking at her with apprehension, "got a letter from home: her rabbit was killed by a fox"
"Oh!"
"I- oh- I should have known, I-I should have seen it coming!" Lavender exclaimed tragically. "The Divination teacher said 'that thing you're dreading will happen on the sixteenth of October', she had predicted it!"
Ginny's eyes widened and turned to Demelza, who seemed extremely skeptical.
"And Hermione Granger has been making speeches that make no sense..." Parvati muttered, "but Ron Weasley was really a lot more understanding, probably because he's arguing with Hermione for her cat constantly trying to kill his rat."
Vicky stayed with Lavender and Parvati for another couple of minutes, while Ginny tried not to give away that she was eavesdropping on their conversation: so... Hermione and Ron had been fighting over that nonsense? Just because Crookshanks was a little lively, and as a cat had the instinct to hunt mice... including the rat Scabbers, who was in her family since almost before her.
Demelza seemed extremely skeptical against the Divination, but Vicky and Ginny did not share her belief: Why does it matter if the divination teacher, who had foreseen the killing of Lavender's rabbit, was or was not a true Seer? Afterall, Dumbledore would not have hired her if she was completely useless, as unreasonable a person as she is. But Demelza had continued with the usual statements of Divination being an imprecise branch of magic, Hermione Granger being right... so the two girls told each other that maybe it was better to change the subject.
"So what's been going on with you and Harry Potter?" Vicky asked once out of the bathroom, while the three of them headed to the Great Hall, followed by the boys who ran into them amid a lively discussion about the Boggarts, which unpleasantly aroused Ginny's memories.
"Nothing," the girl answered gloomily.
"WHAT? YOU'RE SAYING THAT YOUR GREATEST FEAR IS A BANSHEE!"
"But does this seem to be the case?" William snapped, exasperated.
"William is right!" Demelza said, who was eavesdropping on the boys' conversation.
"But how come? You should try get his attention, you know?" Vicky turned back to Ginny, ignoring the others.
"I do that all the time!" Ginny objected angrily, watching Harry walk the corridor in front of them, strangely alone - lucky for Colin Creevey, who was still wandering around with his Muggle camera! "Only that he always has better things to do, I never know when to go for even a damn greeting! It's bloody hell impossible!"
"I don't think you couldn't even make a simple greeting..." Demelza began timidly but the redhead interrupted her with enthusiasm.
"Yeah, 'course not!," she snapped.
"Can I say what I think? I think you shouldn't be changing yourself too much just to draw his attention: just act normally around him, don't get caught up in emotions, or panic when he talks to you, or stare and lose your mind and..."
"Say hello now, come on," Vicky encouraged, "he's alone, he doesn't have anything to do"
"But he's reading, he seems really focused!" Ginny is rather desperate, unable to look away from him, then noticing Vicky's exasperated expression- she had raised her eyebrows high enough to reach heaven - Ginny continued, "but you're probably right, I have to say hello ... just for manners and niceties ..."
"I take that as a thank you for the advice, but I prefer to be getting on with my own things, he-hem ..." said Demelza, coughing slightly.
Ginny approached the boy, who had his eyes on a book that looked like Quidditch Through the Ages,and she tried to get his attention by waving a hand in greeting, but he did not notice it. Then, when the boy passed her with slow steps as in a funeral march she touched his unfastened scarf held it loosely, but Harry Potter remained focused without noticing anything, the attention always on his book, which was apparently much more interesting than the little Weasley, and walked on as the disappointed girl stayed behind.
"SEE?" she snapped at Vicky's alarming stare.
"Oh- that's why Harry Potter was alone!"
Ginny's eyes widened, then she set them on an unspecified spot in the Gryffindor Common Room. Her expression softened, she became blissful, compassionate, as if she had just seen two sweethearts declare their love in front of teachers and students, straying from judgment of others: Harry was sad because he was the only third year who had not gone to Hogsmeade.
Vicky had heard from Lavender and Parvati that they would spend the whole day there to distract Lavender from her rabbit. The second years had seen him that afternoon, hesitating to join them, under pressure of Colin insisting with the boy: Ginny felt deeply sorry for everything she had thought about Harry. It was not his fault that he didn't have parents who could sign him permission to go to Hogsmeade ...
"You can always try again, can't you?"
"Of course ..." the red-hair answered dreamily.
Demelza rolled her eyes.
"Colin, why are you ruining that poor guy's existence?" Christopher asked, "he did not want to join us!"
"Of course he didn't, you only had eyes for his scar ..." muttered Demelza amusedly, getting up and stretching, "I can't blame him"
"I did not look at the scar!" Colin objected indignantly.
"Please!" Ritchie exclaimed skeptically. "You wouldn't look at anything else!"
"I do not..."
"Admit it!" William and Vicky said in chorus as Demelza chuckled softly.
"But look, he puts Harry Potter in awe!"
"I do not ..."
"He will deny until death, I tell you"
"I have only a deep admiration towards him!"
"Nonsense ..." William muttered between his teeth, while the others were laughing at the craziness of that statement (Christopher was now slumped on the ground, holding his stomach), before receiving a pillow from Colin, who also laughed.
"At least he ... er ... had the good sense not to have screamed in front of everyone in the Common Room ..." Demelza said, and Colin refrained from throwing a pillow straight into her head.
"Ooooooh" Ginny exclaimed unexpectedly, putting her hands on her cheeks thinking of Harry Potter, obviously without listening to a single word from her friends. Everyone looked at her as if she were crazy, "how beautiful ... how mesmerising ..."
"Gone in. Lost, goodbye Ginny, we'll always love you!" Colin debuted in a theatrical way.
It took the hands of the twins to awaken the child from the world of the dead, even if other people had wanted the handfuls of sweets from Honeyduke that they, going to Hogsmeade, had brought to their little sister and prohibited even from their friends: Butterbeer only for her; along with a shower of brightly colored candies; black Pepper Imps; and a new kind of free-tasting caramel.
Ginny enjoyed those delights and then decided to go down with her friends and the twins to the Great Hall for the Halloween great feast. It was as fantastic as last year, but a bad premonition sailed in the girl's mind when she took a seat at the table, turning her insides while the desserts that Dumbledore had ordered to prepare cried out invitation, including chocolate desserts of all kinds... this time nothing could go wrong, she completely reassured herself, because there were no diaries or other sinister and mysterious objects that could make bad things happen.
Nothing to worry about.
The banquet ended with a spectacle offered by the Hogwarts ghosts, who leapt out of walls and tables, but the act that was most acclaimed was that of Nearly-Headless-Nick, the ghost of Gryffindor, who reenacted his botched beheading.
Eventually all the students returned to their dorms, looking perfectly cheerful.
Nobody could ruin their party, no one but ...
"Someone get Professor Dumbledore, Quick!" the voice of Percy, his brother, thundered.
"What's going on?" Ginny asked as soon as she arrived at the portrait hole.
"But what happened here?" Demelza echoed anxiously.
The corridor that ended with the portrait of the Fat Lady was packed with students.
"Why aren't they going in? They couldn't have all forgotten the password ..." Vicky asked, craning her neck.
"I am having a crazy dream, good heavens" Ritchie blew with eyes closed at times, as Colin spoke in broken shouts, pushed behind by the crowd of students, along with William and Christopher who tried to talk to the girls and understand something of that strange situation.
Suddenly Professor Dumbledore made his way through the crowd, and Ginny noticed that the Fat Lady had disappeared from the portrait while the painting was destroyed, torn so violently that the floor was covered with strips of canvas: Professor McGonagall, Professor Lupin and Professor Snape followed him immediately, faces grim and expressions visibly worried.
"Holy cow!" Vicky hit her, rather impressively, as Demelza clutched Ginny's arm.
Alice and Rose, who had just arrived, groaned in surprise.
"We have to find her. Professor McGonagall, please go to Mr. Filch and tell him to look for the Fat Lady in all the paintings of the castle," the Headmaster said in a firm but tense voice.
"You'll be lucky!" exclaimed a grinning voice, that of Peeves the Poltergeist.
"What do you mean, Peeves?"
"Ashamed, Your Headship, sir: I saw her running through the landscape on fourth floor, sir, and hiding behind the trees, screaming something terrible," replied Peeves, who did not want to make fun of Dumbledore, "poor thing," he added, without sounding worried.
"Did she say who did it?"
"Oh yes, Professorhead, sir. You know, he got very angry when she wouldn't let him in." Peeves did a somersault, looking like a long-winded student while all the students did not know what to think. "Nasty temper he's got, that Sirius Black"
Demelza stopped dead while walking towards her friends.
Professor Dumbledore had sent all the students of Hogwarts, all full from the feast, back into the Great Hall, where he conjured hundreds sleeping bags for each of them to spend the night there for their safety, because Sirius Black, as he managed to escape from Azkaban, had managed to penetrate Hogwarts. The castle was searched inside and out, while the Prefects guarded the doors of the Hall, and the responsibility of the students went to the Head Boy and Girl, anything wrong had to be communicated through the ghosts.
"Lights out in ten minutes!" Percy exclaimed, full in his role.
"Oh, shut up ..." Ginny muttered, but she could not shut up, since no one in the school seemed to really want to shut up, and everyone asked and hypothesized around the same question: how did he get in?
"He apparated into the castle, it's obvious," said Colin, convinced as he slipped into his sleeping bag.
"You cannot apparate or disapparate in Hogwarts!" Demelza hissed impeccably.
"Maybe he was disguised," Ritchie lied down, covering himself up to his chin.
"I would like to see a disguise that can deceive the Dementors," William said skeptically, "didn't you hear Dumbledore at the beginning of the year?"
"So how did he do it, then?" asked Christopher, confused.
Vicky trembled all over.
"Luckily- fortune be with us, he chose this evening ..." the blonde said, anxiously, "the only night we aren't up in the Tower because of the Halloween party!"
"Oh heaven, think of it ..." Demelza did not finish the sentence and shuddered.
"Perhaps he entered by some secret passage!" exclaimed Ginny, who had heard of the adventures of the twins.
"Hey, that's an idea!" Colin approved as Demelza nodded slowly.
"Filch will know them all," William murmured.
"But maybe not all of them ..." Demelza said, seeming to have the same idea as Ginny, "how else would he have gotten in? He certainly can't just appear from nothing and ... yes, must have been from secret passages."
"That's right!"
"Ginny, you shut up too!" Percy hissed in anger, coming closer to his little sister. "Tomorrow you can talk about anything you want but not now, understand? Sleep, you five ... quickly!"
"Seven," she corrected him.
"Oh, just sleep!" the Head Boy growled, and went away with his nose in the air.
"Go to the devil dear brother adored ..." Ginny muttered viciously making Colin and Christopher laugh, who plunged their heads under the sleeping bag, "so, do you think there are secret passages here at Hogwarts?"
"Thousands, perhaps," said Ritchie, "judging by the size of the castle ..."
"That's impossible" Vicky decreed, "otherwise everyone would have found some secret passages"
"She's absolutely right: Filch couldn't divide into a thousand," Demelza agreed.
"So there must be few," said Ritchie, sounding convinced.
"Maybe..."
"No, that can not be!"
"Why not?"
"The castle is huge, they could be scattered everywhere and leading to faraway places," said Demelza as William nodded vigorously.
"Then there may be only one!" exclaimed Ginny.
Christopher giggled loudly, catching Percy's glare.
"Just one not ..." Ritchie said, his voice reduced to a hoarse whisper, "if Black came in there, Filch would have seen him"
"Maybe it was somewhere else,"
"Listen, let's put aside all this idea of secret passages and what not, couldn't he have flied into here?" Colin asked excitedly.
"And where would he get the stick and branches for the broom?" Vicky said, skeptical and amused.
"From his own-" Christopher began, but Demelza interrupted him.
"Chris!" she exclaimed breathlessly, choking down a giggle with her hand, while everyone laughed out loud.
"I was saying ar-"
"We don't care where he got the broom!"
"But it's not a dirty word?" Christopher asked, still amused.
Ginny choked and had tears in her eyes.
"Anyway, if he came here in air anyone could have seen him... and his broom…" William glanced sideways at his friends, then continued with a smile on his lips, "don't know where he got it"
"But maybe he had an Invisibility Cloak on him ..." Ritchie said.
"And where in Merlin's name would he get that?" Vicky asked, frowning.
"In the same place as the broom," Colin suggested, and the boys laughed again.
"FOR GOD'S SAKE!" the most unbearable Head Boy of all Hogwarts shrieked in a very crisp voice with visible irritation and fury. "Do you really want to ruin my reputation, the five or six or seven of you?"
"Seven"
"Ginny, do you want Professor Dumbledore to bitterly repent having made me Head Boy?" Percy growled out of himself from exasperation.
"Certainly not me..."
"Then sleep!" he intimated them. "Sleep! My last warning, understand? Professor Snape is already going crazy!"
Under the suggestion of Ritchie and William, they decided to consider Percy's order and after turning in their sleeping bags, everyone eventually fell asleep with a pile of questions buzzing in their heads, and with their hearts in their throats for what they would have to deal with the next morning, one of which the enormous security standards that teachers would surely take.
Aaand, cut! Hope you liked this chapter!
translator (and owner of this account): Ermory she is such a cute and beautiful human being everyone hug this hufflepuff
~Helena Heansilton
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