Howdy yáll this time its actualy Ermory (helena is here in not-bold), Helena is having problems with her internet in China (hey it's only VPN that sucks). As for the note she left last chapter... that little gremlin promised me that she would corrected (.^.) :c so now i state this: Helena is just a small gremlin and i am a very tall midget.

But back to the story.

Oh and also, we don't own this, JK Rowling does. And you should know by now the story was originally written in Italian by EmPotter, we're only translating (and clumsily editing- that's me (Ermory please at least read what you copy-pasted you're translator Helena is editor)); the original story can be found on EFPfanfic, called 'Sono Ginny Weasley, e questa è la mia storia' (Ermory is a copy-paster)

The First Task

Ginny did not believe that the moods of the Hogwarts students would return to a calmer disposition merely a day after the emergence of Harry Potter's name from the Goblet of Fire, but she certainly couldn't believe that the students did nothing but insult the boy.

Last evening, the Gryffindors tried to throw a small party, to celebrate the fourth champion, but as the subject of celebration didn't join them, the others soon broke away. His face, his expressions remained imprinted in Ginny's mind like ink on parchment… how could the others, how could anyone, believe him to be so arrogant as to "steal Cedric's glory"?

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"Two hours of Snape with Slytherins and one hour of Hagrid with Ravenclaws this morning… what a day!"

"Care of Magical Creatures is actually fun!"

"Not when Hagrid keeps trying to get us to pet those horrifying and disgusting creatures ..."

Ginny nodded unconvincingly, quickly spreading cherry jam on a slice of toast, as she listened to Christopher and Demelza blabber on about the various lessons of that day, so far particularly focusing on the first three periods. Spread, spread and dip. Simple movements, repeated several times, had lasted more than a minute for the girl, who had her head completely up in the clouds.

"Hermione, just stop tormenting me!"

A single angry voice managed, incredibly, to catch Ginny's attention. She blinked and turned slowly to her left: her brother, Ron, and Hermione quarreled, as their usual doing, attracting many looks from curious Gryffindors.

"You really are being an idiot, Ronald! Do you really believe this?"

Hermione's voice was so sharp and biting that Ginny thought it was a miracle the glass jars and goblets on the table didn't break from the pressure, though this seemed to be unnoticed by both of them.

"Do you know what he told me?" Ron continued, in the same furious tone was before voice as before. He had completely abandoned his breakfast to address Hermione, who was staring at him, equally warningly. "He said that if he would put his name in, he would do it at night because no one would see it ... Ask yourself, Hermione! The mantle, the map ... you think those are coincidences?"

"You can't possibly really think so—"

Ginny snatched a napkin from the table and wiped it distractedly over her mouth, her mind working and boiling frantically as she intended to get up any moment to reach the pair.

"He's not trusting me because of who I am: the stupid friend of the great Harry Potter!" Ron snapped, with a sadness in his eyes she'd never seen before. "I got tired, I got tired of being... it doesn't really matter…" he added with a mutter.

"Where are you going?" William asked suddenly, staring at the redhead with a careful and guarded look.

Incredulous and furious, Ginny had finally shot up from the bench and, attracting the attention of her friends, marched down to her brother and Hermione, leaving her slice of toast half eaten in her golden plate and—

"Such compliments!" she said, looking at Ron with a fake encouraging smile.

"Ginn—"

"Even you're thinking he's lying, and that's someone who's meant to be his best friend!" his sister cut him off with a never-before-seen fire in her eyes. Hermione lowered her hand, which had been rising in greeting, and her forced smile collapsed immediately, aware by now that Ginny had heard their entire conversation. But Ginny didn't care to have eavesdropped, or to have passed Hermione's eyes almost rudely. For now, she did not care at all.

"Oh Merlin ... not you too!" Ron exclaimed exasperatedly, rolling his eyes, and it was clear that in his voice there was not only exasperation, but also that devastating note of sadness. He lowered his head, hiding his eyes from the sight, and gave a small bite to his toast.

"He needs you right now, and you abandon him?" Ginny insisted in disbelief, closing up on him and staring at the small side of her brother's face she could see at that moment. "Do you realize what you're doing? It's no accident that Harry's name ended up there!"

Ron snorted in response, and continued eating.

"What kind of best friend are you?" Ginny said again, raising her voice without realizing it.

"Am I?" Ron roared darkly, raising his head and abandoning his breakfast. Some Hufflepuffs, drawn to the chaos at the Gryffindor table, turned to also look at what was going on.

It was the first time that Ginny saw his brother so devastated and that expression truly frightened her.

"Of course!" the boy continued, slamming a very strong fist on the table. "I'll just have to explain to everyone, while you lot interfere in things that do not concern you. It's none of your business, understand? You're only talking now because you like him!"

"Ron!" Hermione exclaimed.

Without trying to count up to three to hold in the throes of anger, it boiled in excess, and Ginny blindly grabbed the first thing that was within reach and threw it in her brother's face, which was now as red as his hair: Ron's face and clothes became covered with soggy, sticky honey grains. Ron's eyes widened and he cursed the cereal away, before glaring at her and disappearing from the Great Hall to go to the bathroom.

"I'm sorry ..." Ginny whispered, her breathing was short and her cheeks still flushed. Students from the Great Hall, who had fully enjoyed the show, began to return to their breakfast and the chatter resumed quickly.

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"Thanks ..." she mumbled, grateful that she wouldn't have to start the potion all over again. She looked around awkwardly for the right ingredient, before her friend pointed it out, dragging her arm towards the roots.

"Er ... you're still thinking of Ron, aren't you?" Demelza asked insightfully, in a whisper so barely audible that Ginny had to lean forward to hear it, the roots hanging in the air above the boiling cauldron.

"Yeah," she answered.

"You shouldn't have reacted that way, but ... I trust that you know"

"I know, but it made me angry, the problem is that I'm very impulsive and ... ow!"

Rubbing with her free hand at a sore spot on the back of her head, she pinned around quickly, as did Demelza, and saw that Harper was laughing loudly: he had thrown a salamander's eye at her to get her attention.

"What the hell do you want?" Ginny snapped, contemptuously.

"You know, the news went around quickly ... had you really shouted at your precious little brother, silly of a Weasley?" Harper asked with a mocking grin, as the Syrians around him giggled.

"It's none of your business what I did or did not—"

"Silence! It's barely the time for small talks!" Snape warned, sternly as usual, staring at Ginny with an expression that no one had ever seen appear on his olive face. "Mr. Harper, leave Weasley and return to your potion please. At this instant."

Harper opened his mouth a moment, surprised, as most people soon imitated him: had Snape really just forgone an opportunity to take points from Gryffindor? Ordering a Slytherin to leave a rebel Gryffindor alone? There was something wrong, even the Slytherins had noticed. In any case, the rest of the lesson passed with the whispered chatters between students, wondering why that gesture so unusual... then Snape made up, removing points from Gryffindor because Colin kept mumbling in ears of the poor Ritchie like a machine, all crowned with a "but he didn't take points from Ginny!".

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The days passed and Ginny went back on speaking terms with her brother, who had apologized to her for raising his voice and accusing her of a crush on his best friend (yes, it was true, however, it's not something to flaunt around!). Ron kept telling her that he's trying to make up with Harry, but the boy was too busy with the first task ahead of him, so he would try after that's through, when people would calm down. In addition to giving her this good news, he had given her another... terrible news: the first task was to fight with a giant dragon. Charlie, their older brother, was secretly staying there at Hogwarts, and kept the creatures in the Forbidden Forest. Ron had apparently heard from Hagrid, though the half-giant hand't seen him.

The day of the first task arrived quickly ...

"This might interest you," Vicky said in a flirting tone, taking a seat at the Gryffindor table next to Ritchie and putting in front of Ginny the newspaper the day before. "Johanna gave it to me, you know, she had just finished reading the Harry Potter article, so I took the paper and thought I'd give it to you, as I was sure you'd read it with pleasure ..."

"Thank you very much," Ginny interrupted irritably, looking up and flipping through the newspaper. Soon enough, she found the article about the boy and began to read it, abandoning her breakfast for a second and glancing at the interviewee in question, who sat with Hermione.

With every line of the Rita Skeeter nonsense she read, the more her frown deepened, and the more disgusted she was.

"All bloody well made up!" the girl snapped, crumpling and throwing away the newspaper. "And I'd like a word with Colin, you know, first he leaves us as if we were the last of his thoughts, then he tries to modify those Slytherin badges and making everything worse, and now finally he's inventing absurd stories about Harry and Hermione. . this isn't normal!"

Nobody felt like saying anything about it, but Christopher nodded. Breakfast passed rather sullenly, then when McGonagall took Harry and Cedric out of the Great Hall, the tension skyrocketed. In less than half an hour, the four champions would have to deal with an almost indestructible dragon. How the hell were they going to do it? How do you destroy a colossal dragon to complete that first task?

"Hey!" Demelza snapped her fingers in front of her friend's face. "We have to go down to the stands, the task will be starting!"

Ginny jumped up and, together with her friends and the other Gryffindors, walked towards the pitch, curious and at the same time frightened, to watch the competition. In the distance she saw Ron, Hermione and Neville, so she went forward with her friends, who chatted happily, to join them.

"I have a bad feeling ..." Neville mumbled, taking a seat in the stands. Hermione, who was taciturn at most, tormenting her hands nervously in her lap, gave Ginny a frightened look and she gave her an encouraging one in return.

"He will manage, he's strong ... we all know that," she said firmly.

"Very true!" Ron replied unexpectedly, who was purple in the face from all the tension.

"Good day to you all!" suddenly shouted the voice of Ludo Bagman, amplified with magic. "Are we nervous? Excited? Well, the first task is going to start with Mr. Diggory taking the main stage!" the crowd shouted Cedric's name and applauded loudly. "The goal of this first task is simple: collect the golden egg that contains a clue to go to the next task!"

Tomb silence, everyone were all clinging onto Bagman's words.

"Let's let in the opponent of our first champion, and mind you, there are four of them; one for each!"

Ginny saw Charlie and some other dragon tamers open a fence: a Swedish Short-Snout made its entrance and the crowd held their breath and gasped loudly; someone screamed in fright, starting to protest. Of course, not everyone knew that the champions would have to defeat a giant dragon, and many in the audience had on the same expression that Ginny wore when Ron first told her about the task.

"Don't be frightened, folks! There are experts ready to take over if the situation gets out of hand and ..."

An early cannon shot: they saw Filch raise his hands near the cannon, awkward.

Bagman smiled and announced, "Let the first task of the Triwizard Tournament begin!"

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"Our youngest champion was the fastest to reach the egg! Congratulations Mr. Potter!"

It was over: Harry had grabbed the golden egg before ending up roasted by the lousy Hungarian Horntail, who seemed as subdued at her egg. And he had used his Firebolt, he had been in his element. A little like a difficult game of Quidditch and Seeking, as though only with a stronger opposing team, which gave him a rather hard time.

It was finally over!

Ginny climbed over the dragon fence, while Demelza screamed at her to be careful, and ran to her brother Charlie, whom she had not seen since her vacation. The boy was chatting with a young colleague, when he turned and saw his sister and greeted her affectionately.

"I knew he could overcome the dragon, even if ... it could have been a less aggressive one. Did you like that one?" Ginny said with a smile, peering behind the older brother: the Horntail was close to them, hypnotized with a spell. "You will send an owl to mum? She's probably panicking!" she added, and nodded to Cedric, who had just emerged from the infirmary tent. He returned the greeting, and gave her a big smile.

"I had forgotten ..." Charlie grumbled, clapping a hand to his forehead.

"Thank me, brother, now I have to go, see you before you leave!"

And alone, she started towards the castle to go to join the festivities surely held in the Gryffindor Common Room.

Next: Dates, shopping, and a good dose of calming draught

The note is from Helena Heansilton owr favorite editor, dont froget to thank her too :D.

(note: Maybe Ginny reminded Snape of Lily; but really I don't care he's still a prick)

(note from Helena again: I know I talk way too much, and the banter is a lot more than normal in A/N, but I know there isn't so many people following this so we're doing this both for the story and for each other, staying in contact and all, so if you're reading this GOD I appreciate your patience with our ramblings)