Hey everyone, we're here again! And it's book four! (aaahhhh) But guess what, we're kinda late again and also guess what, it's me Helena. Here I'm thinking I really should have remembered to send this to Ermory before she went out of internet.

Nevertheless, as always, enjoy- enjoy the start of another year!

Disclaimer: We don't own this. The characters and the plot belong to JK Rowling, and the story was originally written by EmPotter in Italian. Ermory and I only translate and (clumsily attempt to) edit.

The original story can be found of EFPfanfic, it's called 'Sono Ginny Weasley, e questa è la mia storia'

Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes

The Weasley summer was passing restlessly, and Ginny told herself that this has been the best summer she had ever spent, partly because Bill and Charlie were here with her, enriching her days. She had always loved them, especially Bill, who as the biggest in the family, always defended her from the practical jokes of the twins, from arguments with Ron, and from the schizophrenic screaming of Percy—who had managed his N.E.W.T.s and started working at the Ministry, which made him even more irremediably unbearable. He adored Mr. Crouch, his superior, to the point that the twins speculated a romantic attraction. They had teased him all the way through one evening and Percy let slip that he was still dating Penelope, which did nothing to improve his situation.

During the summer, Ginny's growth period made her become a beautiful young girl. Leaving the boyish age, her body was starting to show some form - 'and about time!', her mother had exclaimed, embarrassing her in front of her brothers and her father -, her hair had grown at least ten centimeters and her face was reshaping and maturing. The only unresolved problem was her height, but it wasn't a real problem: Eloise Midgen, as Vicky had pointed out through a letter, was shorter than her.

"Dear Vicky,

Thanks for the letter but I must say I found a flaw. I know you wanted to console me, to make me not feel bad about being the elf of our group, but about Eloise Midgen, not only is she shorter (and it doesn't really matter), but she's also fatter so the comparison just doesn't work! You have to compare me to someone that at least looks more similar! Alright, you did you best, I'll stop. I'm glad you could come to the Cup; we'll definitely see each other. Colin, William and Christopher won't be coming. Ritchie yes; but Demelza has bad news: she doesn't know whether she'll be coming, still getting over the discovery that her sister is a Squib… I hope to see you soon; the rounds of letters are starting to turn my head over. We are seven people!

Hugs,

Ginny."

Laughing at the letter he had just written, she stepped out of her warm room and walked into her brother Ron's, with firm and easy steps. Yes, because Ginny was also very much changed in character from the previous year. She was changing, training to lead her to being herself—which is, needless to say, something good for a person who suffered through severe trauma.

"Ron, can I borrow Pig?" She pushed open Ron's door and immediately said.

He yelped and fell onto the floor, hands still clinging to the trousers he was trying to turn over.

"Everything good?" Ginny asked, rather amused by the fall. She's looking at her brother, who was getting up from the floor and trying not to think about the infernal heat in his kind of furnace.

"You'd better be knocking next time," Ron snapped back, pulling up his pants. "Anyway, Pig's right over there, I shouldn't even be lending him to you for that absurd name you gave him. Can't do anything now that he doesn't respond to anything else, so take him anyway."

She did it. "You're sweet, Ronnie," she chuckled, "news of Harry and Hermione?" she then asked.

"In a week we'll go get Hermione from her house first and then get Harry from the Muggles' house. Dad linked our fireplace with them." Ron said, suddenly becoming cheerful.

"Yes, that one's obvious," the girl agreed, nodding. She tied her letter for Vicky onto Pigwidgeon's legs, and the owl, after several flips around the room, flew away into the serene blue sky. "Done!" she concluded, stretching.

"Who was that letter for?" Ron said, staring at her grimly.

"Friend"

"Boyfriend?"

"I said friend," Ginny replied, amazed. Ron had never had interest in her life, especially the sentimental type. Why did he suddenly become jealous that her little sister was feeling something with some boy? Ginny was thirteen and it was normal that she knew boys. Maybe he thinks it's Harry ... wonder if Ron would be happy with this. For her, that's the most wonderful thing she could ever with for; and what couldn't happen, if Tom Riddle could turn out to be Voldemort.

Ron gave her a big smile and Ginny started to leave when she stopped in the doorway. "Ron ..."

"What?"

"Nice underpants," said Ginny, grimacing. He became purple, then burst out laughing. Ginny started to leave but screams from the rooms below made her stop, her hand still on the door handle. She turned, crossing her brother's gaze, and together they hurried to where the screams were coming, down the stairs until they arrived ... right in Fred and George's room.

What had they done this time? Something to do with those strange explosions happening all summer?

"So what would these order forms be?" Molly Weasley was asking, suspicious and angry. She was all red like a poppy, her jaw was ominously protruding and the one hand on her hips meant open war. Ginny looked at the sheets her mother was holding, not knowing what they were, and from the expressions of the twins she realized that their plan to hide those mysterious forms had gone up in smoke. "What-what is this?" she scanned ferociously, shaking the sheets. "Please do explain! At least twenty—price lists—along with those!"

"Price lists?" Ron repeated, incredulous, standing on the threshold like his sister, who had opened her mouth wide.

"Mom, we ..." George tried.

"WHAT IS THE WEASLEYS' WIZARD WHEEZES?" she interrupted him with a cry, voice becoming more and more acute, especially emphasising the last three words. Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes... What had Fred and George done now? Ginny was becoming seriously intrigued… "Fake wands ... trick sweets... What are these things?"

"George and I invented them!" Fred exclaimed, red in the face but not remotely as much as his mother. "Give our forms back, we spent a whole year perfecting those things!"

"We wanted to sell them at Hogwarts, make some money and open a jokes shop, we're not interested in graduating," George continued quickly, looking defiantly at his mother, and Ginny nearly slipped off the floor in surprise. Why did the twins never tell her they were going to open a joke shop? And how had this absurd idea come to them?

"A JOKES SHOP?" she shrieked, hand clutching her chest.

If haven't been said: her voice, which must had reached the roof of human hearing range, was a torture for the ears of Ginny and Ron, who really did not know what to do. It swelled all over, like a chicken's, and she started screaming at the twins, yelling so loud that the girl and her brother had to intervene—they had never seen her so angry; she really seemed beside herself and the twins did not help at all in that situation: they seemed more combative than ever. Maybe the store business was serious, maybe for the first time in their life they were serious.

"Mum, calm down!" Ginny shouted, shifting to stand between the twins and Molly Weasley, quite worried about what would happen. A vein throbbed in the mother's temple and her breath was short and irregular, as if after a sprint. All the sheets and forms had fallen to the floor, right in front of Ginny, who caught a fleeting glimpse of the words 'Spell-Check Quills'.

"What's all this noise!"

Percy burst into the room, annoyed by all those screams but not at all worried about the twins, which only made them angrier, and now Fred and George had taken to accuse their mother of not understanding them as she should. He was followed by Bill, Charlie and Arthur: they had probably all catapulted upstairs as soon the screams escalated. Meanwhile, Ron and Ginny, having stepped from the door, were picking up and reading the order forms from the floor.

"What's up, mom?" Bill asked calmly, ignoring Percy and Fred still bickering with each other.

"Molly, what's all this screaming about?" Arthur asked.

"THREE O.W.L.S EACH! THREE! ALL FOR A JOKES SHOP!" Molly Weasley screamed, still all purple. She looked crazy: Ginny had never seen her so disappointed. "WANT TO OPEN A JOKES SHOP! WEASLEY WIZARDING WHEEZES! LOOK WHAT I FOUND: ORDER FORMS AND PRICE LISTES!"

Molly marched up to Ginny and Ron and snatched the forms from them and nearly slapped them under her husband's nose, causing him to back up in terror. He adjusted his glasses and, slightly frowning and eyebrows creasing, he read.

"GEORGE AND I INVENTED THEM!" Fred immediately retorted, facing his mother.

"WE WORKED A CENTURY TO CREATE OUR PRODUCTS!" George reacted, indignant.

"GOOD WAY TO WAST YOUR TIME! INSTEAD OF STUDYING!" and so saying, the mother, with a gesture of the wand, immediately set fire to the parchments, under the shocked gaze of everyone, especially the twins.

"Mom!" Charlie shouted, his mouth wide open.

"Calm down, Molly!" Arthur intervened, in a loud voice. "I don't think this should ... well, why did you burn them?"

"FIVE YEARS OF MAGIC EDUCATION BUTTED TO THE WIND FOR A STORE OF JOKES, ARTHUR! GET A HANG OF YOURSELF, YOU TWO! I HAD PROSPECTED FOR BOTH OF YOU A CAREER AT THE MINISTRY BUT FROM WHAT YOU ARE YOU WOULD ONLY LIKE TO BE THE BARBONS!"

"Inventing those was not wasting time! And we don't want to work at the ministry at all!" George replied, now he too, like his mother and his twin, livid with rage. "What you want is not what we want, mother!"

"I wanted you to have a respectable future ..." she mumbled, as far as her breath could allow him, "your father and I have made sacrifices—sacrifices for you ..."

Fred and George were saddened and Ginny didn't believe she'd ever seen the twins like that, even at their saddest moments. It was unpleasant to see, having grown up with boys who would prefer to be evaporated rather than be seen frowning in front of the family. And their mother just did not try to understand them. Of course, a Ministry career was a dignified career for the Weasleys, who had always lived in poverty; and despite the many sacrifices, it was a career that everyone wanted to have ... but is it really?

"In my opinion ..." the father intervened quietly, "if this really is their ambition, it doesn't seem to me to be… ruining everything… it's what they want and they're happy about that, Molly. They want to do nonsense as it is," and looked intensely at them.

His wife shook her head sadly. "What a disappointment ... how disappointing ..." she repeated.

"Ahh, this is just like when Charlie said he preferred a dragon than that pretty Brazilian girl!" Bill threw in, trying to ease the tension—and succeeded. The atmosphere in the room was suddenly much lighter: Ginny and Ron laughed while the twins and their father's lips rippled in small smiles. The only serious ones were Molly, Percy and Charlie, who had a raised eyebrow at Bill, even though he didn't look angry at all.

Percy coughed. "Mum's right, Hogwarts is not a waste of time. You're wasting an opportunity, you two."

"And what does it matter to you? You've always only thought about yourself!" Fred blurted angrily.

"Many would have killed to enter the Ministry and you refuse! You don't seem very—"

"You've had enough, Perce!" Ginny interrupted resolutely, staring up at her brother ferociously.

"Let's go down to the kitchen, Molly, and you two as well: we have to talk," Arthur declared, even more determined than his daughter.

Molly Weasley marched to the door and disappeared, the twins followed her; Arthur, with a glance at his children that said "stay right where you are", closed the door behind him. Percy followed to immediately disappear, mumbling about relations in the Department of International Magical Cooperation and thickness of cauldrons, leaving Ginny, Ron, Charlie and Bill in the room; the latter pair seemed visibly upset by what their brother had become. Soon the four of them found themselves talking about Fred and George, how this whole Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes business had troubled Mum; and finally decided that to better understand that situation there was nothing left for them but to listen to the conversation that was taking place below.

"Charlie" Ginny called amusedly, calling a moment from her memory: "did you really prefer a dragon to a Brazilian girl?"

Charlie did not answer and looked at his brother—

"Bill" he shouted, "next time I bring a dragon here, I'll have your tongue personally burned, since you like them so much. Now come on down... And you two ... don't take that seriously."

Struggling to stay serious, he opened the door and went downstairs, leaving the other three to giggle.

-,-,-,-,-,-

"They decided in a tacit agreement to pretend that the fight had never happened," Ginny was explaining to Hermione, who had recently just arrived at the Burrow. It's been a week, and the big day had arrived: the Quidditch World Cup was now just around the corner. The two girls sat in Ginny's room and chatted as they waited for Harry's arrival. "Basically, mum couldn't take it so well but she will recover: she know that they really are serious and that a joke shop is better than a life as a beggar."

Hermione smiled with difficulty, but seemed rather serious.

"It's crazy," she declared, still stunned.

"We're talking about Fred and George Weasley, Hermione," Ginny replied with a smile. "Anyway, I'm sure Mum won't give up making life impossible by confiscating all their creation, she's just finding the right moment and then ... Accio! And goodbye Fake Wands and Ton-Tongue Toffees!"

Fred and George had perfected their products more and more and Ginny had even tried one of the toffees, with the result of her tongue becoming suitable as a jumping rope for something like fifty people. They had also talked about Skiving Snackbox and told her that they could not let her try those products because they were still too dangerous: Ginny gave a little bite to a Fainting Fancies and slept for a whole day, which caused the twins to worry a lot, hiding her in their room the whole time.

Ginny had told it to Hermione, as she did to her brothers.

"Ron wanted me to try that toy ... Fanged Frisbee, you know?" Hermione said smiling, reminding her of a few hours before the departure of Arthur, Ron, Fred and George to Harry's uncle's house. Ginny knew about it: Ron wanted Hermione to feel at ease, but as soon as he told her about the Weasley Wheezes, she had thrown a panicked spell and dropped the Frisbee, with the result that she no longer enjoyed herself.

"It wasn't dangerous, you should have tried it."

Hermione started to reply when an exclamation from the kitchen interrupted her—

"We didn't give it to him because he's a Muggle!"

"Oh-ho," said Ginny, suddenly animated by a bad feeling, "now there's trouble, I can feel it ..."

The girl jumped up from her bed, followed by Hermione, who ran immediately to the door. If that was Fred's voice, and it was certainly Fred's voice, then it wouldn't be only him in the kitchen—George, Ron, Arthur, and the person Ginny had been waiting for a long time: Harry Potter. The two girls, frantically putting on shoes, went downstairs and rushed into the Burrow's kitchen, where a tense silence held in the air.

Ginny was immediately looking for Harry's eyes and found them: green, sparkling, beautiful and directed at hers. Harry Potter's lips curved into a big smile in response to the cheerful faces of the two girls. Ginny felt herself blushing at only the eye contact and the smile; he probably noticed and promptly looked at Molly.

"Tell me what, Arthur?" she asked, in a very dangerous tone.

"It's nothing, Molly," her husband muttered uneasily. "Fred and George just... but I've had words with them ..."

"What have they done this time? If it's got anything to do with the Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes…"

Ginny caught Hermione's eyes and shot her a look which she immediately caught: she proposed to see Ron's room and the trio, in addition to Ginny, went upstairs, just in time to escape another useless argument about the twins' ambition. Soon, they were explaining everything about the Wheezes to a rather surprised Harry; but thinking back, well, who really saw Fred and George working at the Ministry?

"Have you had a good summer, Harry?" Hermione asked, when they were in Ron's room. "Did you get our food parcels and everything?"

"Yes, thanks a lot, they saved my life, those cakes,"

"And have you heard from-" Ron began, but a sharp look of reproach from Hermione immediately silenced him. Ginny knew that the three of them probably were to start talking about things between each other, and she was to remain excluded; but Ginny couldn't help but be curious and began to look from Ron to Harry, trying to capture something more than that futile little phrase.

Obviously, nothing.

Things slipping out from his brother was normal and it was a relief when Hermione said, "I think they've stopped fighting… Shall we go downstairs and help your mum with dinner?"

That, was a good idea!

-,-,-,-,-,-

"Look at the time! You really should be in bed, the whole lot of you: you'll be up at the crack of dawn to get to the Cup!"

Molly's voice came to Ginny's ears as late: she was really falling from sleep and was grateful to her mother for reading her thought. A great empathic connection between her and her mother. Ginny wished there was one with Harry too, so she could at least know what was going on in that head under the messy locks.

"Come on, Gin, to bed!" Bill exclaimed, girdling her waist.

"I can't wait ..." she mumbled, marching home. Bill chuckled. "You'll have to teach me how to duel like you do one day, I want to be good in duels too, just like you and Charlie"

"Come on, Charlie is a wimp!" Bill replied, raising his voice to get his brother approaching them.

"Charlie is a wimp in what?" he said, as expected. "Still with that girls' business, Bill?"

Ginny choked a giggle. "A dragon like a girl is ideal, let's not joke."

Harry, who was passing by with Ron and Hermione, stared towards the girl and laughed with Ron, who had probably already told him that his brother preferred a dragon rather than a girl. Hermione smiled as Ginny called to her to come into her room, because they would sleep together. Once they said their goodnights to the boys, the two put on their pajamas and went straight to bed.

Neither had the energy to talk, so, mumbling a "goodnight", both fell asleep. It seemed only moments had passed since the girl closed her eyes when she heard the bright voice of her mother waking her up ...

"Ginny, wake up! Ginny, Hermione ... wake up!"

The red head grunted and opened her eyes a few millimeters: it was still dark. What time was it? Why did mum wake her up so early? It was barely dawn when Mrs. Weasley opened the girls' bedroom window. She had slept so little and for a moment she had the idea to send the Quidditch World Cup to hell for her to sleep blissfully and relaxed in her bed and ... the Quidditch World Cup!

Ginny opened her eyes suddenly.

"Yeah ... ah, you're awake!" exclaimed Molly, who was adjusting the curtains. "Hermione, dear, are you awake too?"

"Yes, Mrs. Weasley," she answered in a slightly hoarse voice.

"Fantastic, the Quidditch World Cup awaits you!"

Ginny told himself that she could bear this, even waking up before dawn.

-,-,-,-,-,-

All the Weasleys, including Harry and Hermione, were walking along the rocky slope, to the top of Stoatshead Hill to take the Portkey and get to where they would be staying for the Quidditch World Cup. Ginny really thought she could not walk anymore- because they had walked, well, a lot- the sun was already high in the clear sky ... but really, how long did that walk have to go on?

"I was thinking ... about just going down to the valley ... rolling ..." Hermione gasped, at the tail of the group and seemed close to collapsing on the spot. Ginny was not used to walking so much either, but their family walks were usually very long, so she was somewhat at an advantage compared to Hermione.

"Muggles don't take outings?"

"Yes, we do," Hermione replied, resolutely, "but we usually don't walk very much at dawn, we use transportations like cars- not flying ones," she added at a fleeting glance of the redhead, who smiled.

They all arrived at the top of the hill (Hermione, without any doubt, was last) and Arthur said: "We've made good time… we still have ten minutes! Now we just need the Portkey ... It won't be big… come on…"

"Oh no, now we have to look for the Portkey," Ron huffed in annoyance.

"How long can we ...?" Hermione was asking, but she couldn't finish her question before a male voice, different from that of any of the Weasleys, exclaimed: "Over here, Arthur, we've got it!"

"Oh, thank Merlin!" Ginny said, grateful to the stranger. She had always hated looking around for this, especially when you grew up with Fred and George, always joking, telling you that the Object-Portkey was not a real Portkey and would sent you away from the world, alone. The redhead remembered the incident with a shiver, then smiled nostalgically.

"Amos!"

"Who is it?" Hermione whispered to Ginny, who was about to answer when her father anticipated it.

"This is Amos Diggory, everyone," he said, finishing to shake hands with a red-faced man with a treacherous brown beard, who had in his hands an old dirty boot: the Portkey. "He works for the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, and I think you know his son Cedric."

Ginny had not nearly followed her father's brief presentation of Amos Diggory, because she was completely busy contemplating his son. Cedric was the boy she had heard so much about in the Hogwarts corridors and, almost always, from Vicky Probisher. She had seen him a few times and never as closely as now. Now she could have said that what Vicky said about the boy was true.

About seventeen years old, beautiful in his sportswear, hazel eyes and dark blond hair, Captain and Seeker of the Hufflepuff Quidditch team, Cedric Diggory presented himself to the eyes of the girls as a star.

"Hi," he said, glancing around, with a look that finally settled on Ginny.

"Hi," everyone replied, except for Fred and George, who still harbored an annoyance at Cedric from the Quidditch defeat of the year before. Ron also did not seem particularly enthusiastic about saying hello, perhaps because Hermione seemed very impressed by the boy, almost as much as Ginny was.

Vicky is not stupid ... she found herself thinking for the umpteenth time.

Hermione took her aside. "Did you know him already? Cedric, I mean," she said, her voice very low.

"I did hear about it, I saw him a couple of times in the corridors..." Ginny answered, lowering her voice in turn.

"What do you think? I see you're quite ... taken"

Ginny laughed. "Never as much as you!" she said and Hermione opened her mouth in indignation. "No, seriously, Cedric is not my type, and I think he likes a friend of mine too, I'm sure he would kill me if he knew about a hypothetical crush from here."

"I'm not taken by him!" Hermione hissed, still ruminating on the first sentence of the redhead. "That is ... yes, well, no one would say that he's not handsome, and he's also a Prefect…"

"Yes, but I only see you with my brother," Ginny completed, with hilarity.

Hermione blushed. "And I'll see you with Harry!" she replied, her voice still low.

"I see myself too ..." the redhead whispered dreamily. Realizing her spontaneous words, she shot a look at a gloating Hermione and laughed. She tried to justify herself, "no but,… it's just a girlish dream, that's all."

"Look, as for me I'm really too busy to understand things about girls and-"

"Could you two stop gossiping?" Ron approached the two girls, who were still away from everyone else, both all red in the face—especially Hermione. The conversation between Arthur, Harry, Amos and Cedric was coming to an end with a "we'd better get ready" by Arthur.

"We are not gossiping!" Ginny tried, arching towards the Portkey, followed by the others.

"Suuuure! Since the moment they saw that … Diggory," he said the last word in a disgusting high pitched female voice. Harry, who had approached them, chuckled swiftly, making Ginny smile too.

They all circled around the worn boot found by Amos Diggory, and waitied for the Portkey to start working. Ginny was too used to travelling with the Portkeys to realize how ridiculous they must be looking, and did not fail to notice the embarrassment written on Harry and Hermione's faces. The latter looked at Ginny questioningly as the portkey went into operation and in less than no time they found themselves in another part of the country, thrown all over the ground by the strength of the boot. Hermione and Harry coughed heavily.

"Seven past five from Stoashead Hill," declared a voice.

Isn't that just our favorite family summer? So, did you enjoy this chapter? Review and tell us!

~Helena H. (editor)

translator and owner of the account: Ermory (Don't y'all miss her?)

Next: Quidditch World Cup (TBGA for to be greatly anticipated)