So much is starting to happen, come gather round! ~helena
Protocol: We do not own this. The character and story belong to (Unfortunately) JK Rowling and the og fanfic is called "Sono Ginny Weasley e questa e' la mia storia" it is originally in Italian and can be found on EFPfanfic. The translator is Ermory and the editor is Helena.
Grimmauld place, headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix
Since the return of Voldemort, days have passed with a constant tension and fear. Ginny did not remember ever living with the anxiety and terror that someone might again pop into appearance anytime and kill her and her family— as it had been when Voldemort was last at the height of his power. She had experienced these kinds of anxieties and fears only during her first year, but unfortunately that was far from close enough...
"So, all the reporters are taking after Rita Skeeter ... well, it doesn't surprise me!" Arthur snapped annoyed, stuffing the last bite of dinner into his mouth and throwing the Daily Prophet on the table beside him, which Fred grabbed instantly.
The newspapers, without the help of Rita Skeeter, were starting to paint Dumbledore and Harry as liars to support the Ministry of Magic, and it didn't take a genius to understand how Fudge was behind it all: he just didn't want to accept Voldemort's return. And it seemed that he was taking the whole Magical Community with him, who had to stop trusting Dumbledore.
"What did they say?" Ron asked, leaning over George's shoulder to see the newspaper.
"Accusations, scornful things ... that's how Fudge is playing," Arthur replied mournfully.
"What exactly is the Minister of Magic doing?" Percy asked suddenly, entering the Burrow's kitchen and stalling in the doorway, strap of a full bag on his shoulder, and without the slightest intention of putting it down. The father and brothers stared at him suspiciously as the mother ran to add a plate to the table and invited her son to sit with them for dinner.
"Percy dear ... aren't you tired?" she asked him softly.
"Everything is fine!" he answered sharply.
But was everything really okay?
"What did you say about the Minister of Magic?" the boy repeated, returning to the matter, without touching the food on the table. "Besides the fact that he promoted me to be his personal assistant ..." his expression relaxed completely and became smug, "and that's a great achievement for someone freshly graduated!"
Wife and husband exchanged a look, but the latter didn't seem too enthusiastic about the news and Percy soon realized it.
"What are you looking at? Isn't this great news? You have a son who is the personal assistant to ..."
"... someone who is trying to obstruct the truth in every way" concluded the father, glaring at his son with some resentment, for being so purely cheerful and completely unsuspicious about his new job, "And this is a horrible thing to do when there is the same threat looming over us as fifteen years ago."
"A horrible thing to do?" Percy repeated, in a mocking and ironic tone. Ginny, who didn't want to miss a word of that exchange, took a distracted bite of her fork without realizing that it was empty and found her teeth colliding with metal. "As horrible as making up absurd stories about the return of You-Know-Who?" he added, putting a hand under his chin as if listening.
Oh no, don't let it be what I think ... don't let it be what I think ... Ginny found herself praying, who had lost all desire to finish that evening's dinner and watched her brother spit out the words with a restrained and forced calm.
"Imagine!" Arthur snapped, getting up so quickly from his chair that he startled everyone. He went around the table and stood in front of his son, who in turn stood taller as if to confront him. "What the hell did Fudge put into your head? Which other minds did he corrupt to succeed in his plans?"
"Plans? I don't think he has any, in contrast to your little friend Dumbledore!"
They all gasped; no one dared to reply.
Percy's gaze darted from mother to father and his eyes narrowed into two slits, "What are you two doing alone when no one sees or hears? Who are you trying to get in touch with?" he insisted forcefully. Then, getting no answers, he added, "Ah, then the Minister really was right. Dumbledore wants to frame him, making up stories about the dead coming back to life to take Fudge's place and have absolute power!"
"Is this what Fudge thinks?" bellowed Arthur in shock, while his wife and children were still holding their breath from such sudden impetuousness. "He's manipulating you! He's manipulating you as well as all the other Ministry jerks, convinced that Dumbledore really wants to be Minister of Magic! Fudge is too caught up in that chair, too caught up in power to realize the reality!"
"Ministry jerks?"
"Well, how else to define them? They let themselves be duped by Fudge, just like you are!"
"NO ONE HAS DUPED ME!" Percy roared furiously, slamming a big fist on the table. A fork flew from the table to the ground, landing right next to Arthur's feet, who stepped back and then kicked it away.
"Percy, honey ... calm down now..." Molly whispered, approaching her son with tears in her eyes.
"You are in the Ministry not because of your abilities, but because Fudge wants to spy on us!" Arthur replied, clenching his fists.
The other children, for their part, did not even dare to breathe.
"Absurd! Ever since I've been in the Ministry I've had to fight your bad reputation!" Percy spat out, steaming with rage, his whole head red even above his ears, and stabbed a finger towards his father, "Was your highest ambition to repair Muggle items? What a brilliant way to find respect! Thank you for making me the son of a ridiculous father who works at the Ministry's lousiest ward!"
Ginny's heart wept at those words: she couldn't believe it's her brother who'd really said those horrible things to her father, who had always worked hard for all of them.
"I WON'T LET YOU TALK TO YOUR FATHER LIKE THAT!" Molly screamed, beside herself with anger.
"I HAVE ALWAYS BROUGHT FOOD TO YOUR TABLE! I HAVE NEVER MISSED A DAY OF YOUR LIFE!" the father shouted very loudly, for the first time as angry as his wife.
The children gasped loudly and looked at each other, terrified, because none of them had ever seen their father this angry and, above all, they had never seen him lose control: Arthur threw the chair to one side, and put a finger to his son's chest, screaming: "I HAVE ALWAYS WORKED TO MAKE ALL OF YOU HAPPY, INCLUDING YOU! AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY FOR MY SACRIFICES?"
"Haven't you always worked to fix Muggle junk? That's why we've always been such a poor bunch!"
"I HAVE NEVER MISSED A DAY!"
"Yes, and I can see what brilliant standards of living you gave us! You've always made a fool of yourself at the ministry!"
"The Ministry ..." Arthur laughed drily. "You really care about the Ministry? But don't you understand that Fudge has brainwashed you? You-Know-Who is back and Fudge won't admit it because he's scared! The place in his office has gone to your head, he put you there to spy on us! He doesn't give a damn about a new graduate, he doesn't give a damn!"
"You-Know-Who back? That is just nonsense!" Percy exclaimed indignantly, veering quickly from the subject of Ministry of Magic and Fudge. "You are an idiot to stick with Dumbledore! Dumbledore is getting into big trouble and you will sink with him, and with you all the gang you are carrying! Dumbledore and that Harry Potter ... what a pair of liars!"
"What the hell are you on about?" Ron broke in angrily, spurred on by the name of his best friend alone.
"You read the papers, didn't you?" Percy continued, ignoring his brother and continuing to address his father. "That boy is a madman, what with his scar burning every time! Well — what do you call those? He's a batty psychic! I've never seen a scar that works as a wake-up call!"
"Harry is not a psychic!" Ginny retorted, she couldn't listen to her brother and her accusations anymore.
It was the first time she had spoken since Percy had set foot in the kitchen, and she was red with frustration. How could her brother side with the Ministry when he had grown up alongside Harry? How could he even think those things when he knew so well what the boy was like, when he knew so well about the misfortunes he had suffered as a child, when he knew so well that he would never lie about something so grave? How could he?
"It's you who are mad!" Ron yelled, brandishing his fork menacingly.
"I knew you were an idiot, Perce, but never this far," said Fred, shaking his head as if this was a lost case.
"Do we actually have a power-hungry idiot for a brother?" George said, with a disgusted look on his face.
"Thirsty for political titles? The ministry slave?" his twin contributed.
"STOP IT! ALL OF YOU!" Molly yelled.
"I know who to be loyal to, and if you're going to betray the Ministry by sticking with that liar Dumbledore ... well, I'll make sure everyone knows I'm no longer part of this family," Percy finally declared, ignoring everyone.
As soon as he said those words, he brutally kicked the chair that his father had thrown to the side and rushed to pack, to leave that same evening for London. The Weasleys watched, some furious and some with tears in their eyes, as a member of their always-united family dragged a suitcase with him and Disapparated before their eyes, without even deigning anyone a glance ... making everyone understand that he didn't want to be one of them anymore.
Voldemort had been back for less than a week and they had already begun to argue with each other: destruction, that's what his return had just brought.
This, Ginny thought bitterly, was going to be a very long war.
A tap on the door brought Ginny back to reality, and forced her to slip out of the sheets she had burrowed her head in, to sink away from the Burrow and the terrible scene in the kitchen that night. She had preferred to be alone in her room, and her brothers hadn't bothered her at all for as long as it took. Or at least until then.
"Are you alright?" Ron whispered, throwing open her sister's door and approached the desk chair, sinking into it.
"Real good ..." Ginny answered, in all her glorious irony. Then, when her brother muttered something in a very low voice, she asked curiously: "But why are you whispering like this? Mum and Dad are still awake!"
"Top secret sibling mission," said Ron, giving a small smile and starting to toy with a random object he found on his sister's desk, starting to toy with it. "But we have to wait for Fred and George, or they'll get mad if they find out we've already started the meeting without them."
"A top secret sibling mission?" the girl came to life, throwing off the sheets. "I like it, obviously we have to intervene!"
"Just what Fred and George said!"
And as if attracted by an invisible magnet, a loud crack echoed in Ginny's room and the twins clattered to the ground, cursing softly at the horrible Apparation they had done. They had passed the exam but still had to practice at home, and they continued undaunted to miss the beds or the chairs ... ending up Apparating and collapsing to the floor.
"Why are you still making this noise? Wasn't it a top secret meeting?" Ginny yelled hissing as she quickly ran to shut the door to her room to keep her parents from hearing that they were still perky late at night.
"Indeed ..." Fred muttered, rubbing his butt.
"You have to get better at Apparating," said Ron, rising from his chair to sit on the bed.
"Forget about our Apparating ... didn't you understand anything from that scene?" George cut him short, crossing his legs Indian style on the floor and stared at the siblings who nodded sadly.
"Percy is the biggest idiot the world's ever seen!" hissed Ron, face twisting with deep disgust.
"This we've known, but I will never forgive him for talking to dad like that," Ginny declared seriously, thinking back to the way her brother had held himself towards their beloved father, who'd never deserve all the hurt he had received.
"Yeah, but let's get down to business," George anticipated, glancing at Fred.
Ginny and Ron were listening, hanging by the words of the twins.
"Remember when Percy asked: What are you two doing alone when no one sees or hears? Who are you trying to get in touch with? Well, that question really got us thinking!" Fred said with a grin, pointing to himself and his twin.
"What do you mean...?" said Ron somewhat bewildered.
"Put two and two together, little brother!" George urged him, snapping his fingers in front of his brother's face.
"Are you saying that ... we should eavesdrop?" Ginny asked insightfully as the twins gave her a big smile.
"You two are crazy, that's impossible!" Ron decreed, two hands raised in surrender and looking at the twins as if they were mad enough to be locked up indefinitely at St. Mungo's.
"Impossible? If anything, it's only unlikely," George corrected him fervently.
"Two nutcases ..." Ron repeated, shaking his head.
"Three— three including me!" Ginny added cheerfully, with some complacency and pride. "Don't be a coward, Ron! Nothing can happen to us since Mom and Dad won't be accusing us of spying for anyone if we try to eavesdrop on their conversation. After all, we do it for a good cause ... just to know what's happening!"
Fred and George looked radiant; Ron less so, because her sister had just called him a coward but he seemed much more convinced than before, just because his sister had called him that irritating way. Fred, who was still all grinning as he watched Ron snort and nod helplessly, pulled a tangle of flesh-colored threads from his pocket, with large fake ears sticking out at the end. What the hell were they?
"Extendable Ears," Fred replied to the astonished looks of the siblings, and George pretended to toss his red hair vainly. "These little darlings will help us a lot, but it remains for us to perfect them. They are sophisticated devices, they'll pass under the doors and we will be able to eavesdrop even from upstairs."
Ginny gasped at such genius, and she turned to share a knowing look with Ron ... to who she nodded with conviction.
"Well? What do you think?" George asked, looking at their little treasures.
"Let's get going now!" Ginny said resolutely.
With Percy's final departure from their home, the Waesleys began in earnest to take matters into their own hands in contacting heaven and earth. At the Burrow there started a continuous flux of a large number of Aurors, who came at the least convenient times and delivered a series of news then left immediately, Disapparating not five minutes from their Apparation. It seemed that the Burrow had become some kind of strange gathering point but neither Molly nor Arthur wanted to give the kids further explanations, only chased them away whenever a wizard came home to bring news.
Ginny seriously wondered if the twins' Extendable Ears had been perfected, because she was sick of being in the dark, being kicked out of her house and, above all, she was sick and tired of going to open the door every ten minutes, even when taking turns with her brothers.
That morning, Ginny was playing chess with Ron when the twins entered their brother's room, faces glowingly victorious.
"Well yes, my dear siblings: our Ears are ready to be used!" Fred announced in a low voice, throwing his fists in the air as if he had just won the lottery and became the richest man in the world.
"Are they ... well, going to work for sure? Have you tried them yet?" Ron asked, glaring at the invention.
"Yes, we have tested them and they are sensational!" George confirmed confidently.
"Now we just have to ..."
Knock knock knock.
"SOMEONE GET THE DOOR!" Molly cried from the attic, and her cry was so muffled that they could even pretend they hadn't heard.
"We can't ignore her ..." Ginny whispered softly, more afraid of her mother than any other dark threat.
"No, we definitely can't," said Ron quickly.
"GUYS! THE DOOR!" the woman called again, seeming on the verge of hysteria.
"But they came only ten minutes ago!" Fred got angry himself, answering her in kind.
Knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock.
Ginny looked at her brothers. All four looked at each other, sharing a look that said the same thing: I'm not getting the door for the thousandth time, who's gonna take care of it now? But unfortunately they had to decide quickly or Mum would tear them apart.
"I'm going, mum!" Ginny cried helplessly, because none of her brothers seemed to have strength enough to manage getting up and performing the same actions again and again. Grimacing and slapping a grinning Fred on the back, she rushed down to the door. Why was it always her who had to do everything? Why should it be because she was the smallest in the house or that she was a girl?
It'd better if she had been born another Weasley boy, they would have named him Gino! Ginny thought in utter annoyance as she opened the door. She took a step back, because she didn't recognize the two hooded figures standing in the doorway: were they Aurors or something else?
With all the courage she had in her body, she asked: "Are you ...?"
"Tonks and Remus," a woman's cheerful voice answered.
"We want to see Arthur or Molly ... are any of them in the house?" a familiar voice asked.
Ginny frowned because she had heard that voice somewhere before, probably at Hogwarts ... but she didn't know why she associated that known voice to Boggarts. The Boggart? And then the answer rose to her lips before she could stop her.
"Professor Lupin!" the girl exclaimed, happy to see him again.
The man pushed back his hood and revealed himself, smiling broadly: his face had not changed at all, on the contrary ... perhaps he had become even more tired if possible, and new scars stood out on his forehead. His clothes were as battered and frayed as usual, but nobody really cared when the man's kindness and courtesy covered so many insignificant details like patched clothes or the fact that he, of course, was a werewolf.
"Hello Ginny, how are you?" Professor Lupin asked.
"I'm okay," the girl said quickly, moving away from the door to let them in. "Um ... My mother is up in the attic, and I think my father is at the Ministry. Come on in, can I get you something to drink, a glass of water?"
"Ohhhh what a cozy place!" exclaimed the woman she had spoken to first, walking into the house and looking around curiously as she took off her cloak. She was the strangest girl Ginny had ever seen: she was purple and pink from head to toe, and by head one really meant head because her hair was a perfect soft lilac. "No no, I really don't like this color ..." she added, looking at herself in a pot of water. She squinted and grimaced and in a moment her hair had turned a bright pink.
"But how...?"
"I'm Nymphadora Tonks, but just call me Tonks. I'm a Metamorphomagus!" said the young woman called Tonks, holding out her hand to an astonished Ginny, who squeezed it still astounded by the transformation of her hair.
"II-I'm Gin ..."
"I know very well who you are, Remus told me about you and your brothers," Tonks smiled, and Professor Lupin smiled at her too.
"But how did you change your hair colour? What do you mean you're a Metamorphomagus?" Ginny asked, unable to stop herself even at a moment like that. "Well, can you change however you want without casting spells?"
"She was born with this ability and ... oh, here you are!" Professor Lupin exclaimed as Molly walked towards them briskly. She pushed Ginny away who smiled another smile at Lupin and the young pink-haired Metamorphomagus and disappeared, showing all her frustration.
As she climbed the stairs, she smiled again: this was the first meeting they could overhear!
"Quick, guys! The Extendable Ears, come on!" she whispered as she threw open the door to her brother's room.
The three boys gasped, then the twins grabbed the Extendable Ears and began distributing them.
"Who's here this time?" Ron asked curiously, taking his Extendable Ear and waiting for directions from Fred. "First Kingsley who I mistook for a Dementor and almost gives me a heart attack, then Mad Eye barking at me saying that my vigilance is not constant enough, then Mundungus who comes into the house like a thief and does nothing but gets mom scolding me, then—"
"It's Professor Lupin and a young woman named Tonks," Ginny replied, ending what would have been a long list.
"PROFESSOR LUPIN?" the brothers asked in chorus, turning to stare at their sister.
"SSSSSSH!" the girl hissed, stomping her foot on the ground and pressing a finger to her lips. "Will we hurry or not? At least we should hear something interesting, I don't think they're here to give out sweets!" she added, as she reached the landing followed by her brothers.
"On three we put the strings in our ears, okay? Right, then ... one, two, three!" a very excited Fred kicked off, and all four of them pushed flesh-coloured threads into real ears at the same time as the Extendable ones glided down from George's feet, unbeknownst to the adults.
"... the point is, we're being followed," Lupin's voice rang in their ears.
"Followed?"
"Yes, we could get you into trouble if we continue coming here for meetings and news."
"Sirius has suggested his Grimmauld Place as headquarters, also for he could participate in everything without having to leave the house," Tonks said, her voice lower and more anxious than the cheerful one Ginny had heard at the door. "Dumbledore agreed, we shouldn't all apparate onto the top step to avoid being seen, but of course with the children we'll make an exception, but we have to hurry!"
"Should we move to Grimmauld Place?"
"Yes, and as quickly as possible. Tonks and I are here to tell you this: the sooner we go, the better!"
"What about the Order of the Phoenix?"
"Huh?" Fred said, raising an eyebrow. "What the hell is the Order of the ..."
"SSSSSSSSH!" her sister silenced him again.
"The Order knows everything, it has already been warned. You are the only ones missing from Grimmauld!"
"Right ... I'm going to get the kids."
Footsteps sounded up the stairs and the four siblings looked at each other in horror as Fred pulled up the Extendable Ears up as quickly as possible and the others sneaked into the room, hastily beginning to pretend to their mother that they were only innocently playing chess. When Fred also entered the room, he still had his Ears in his hands ... and his mother was about to enter.
"Hide them! And not in your pockets!" Ron hissed, nodding terrified at his brother.
"In your underwear, hurry ..." Ginny whispered anxiously, pointing to Fred's pants and trying not to laugh despite her anxiety.
Fred reluctantly did and as a result there was a sinister bulge in the midsection of his pants ... a bulge that Ginny did not look at so as not to burst out laughing, especially now that her mother was within sight and real ear.
"Children," the woman said, entering the room and trying to talk as quiet as possible, "we have to leave, we have to get away from here"
"Now?" Ron replied, very disconcerted, before George gave him a strong elbow in the ribs and a meaningful glance at Fred's bulge. "I meant ... leaving? We have to leave? Oh, we're going on vacation ... fantastic!" he added, correcting the blunder.
In fact, Ginny, too, believed her mother was there to warn them of a future departure ... and not immediate departure.
"Yes, we could go to Egypt again!" Fred added unconvincingly.
Molly gave him a sharp enough look and said, "No vacation and Egypt, we're moving to another house for the rest summer, no sea ... no sun ... and no nothing. We'll do it just for our security, so pack your bags and move "
"Could someone tell us what the hell is going on?" Fred snapped, putting a lot of emphasis on the sentence.
"Yes, we will explain everything to you when we get to Grimmauld Place," the woman replied in a very impatient tone.
"But ..." Ginny objected, trying to get some more news out of her.
"PACK YOUR BAGS NOW, AND NO QUESTIONS!"
"Come in quickly, quickly."
"You make me seem like a serial killer, could you possibly quit it, mum?" Fred replied irritably, as he followed Ginny into the house of number twelve.
When Ginny walked through the door of the house, she found herself in total darkness and her nostrils filled with a strange smell… rotten smell, as if the place had been abandoned for a century. And it probably really has been, those walls spoke for themselves: old gas lamps full of cobwebs were lit with a flick of the wand; wallpaper was peeling from the walls; several portraits looked blackened by the past.
"What...?"
"PEOPLE!" an excited voice roared, and their hurried footsteps upstairs echoed in the narrow corridor. "Oh, it's great to see you! Come in, please!" added the same voice cheerfully, before being replaced by hoarse shouts, which seemed to come from the walls themselves and made everyone jump.
"FILTH! SCUM! BY-PRODUCTS OF DIRT AND VILENESS!" a woman screamed, forcing Ginny to retreat to the opposite wall so as not to lose the use of her right ear. She moved just in time to see a black curtain to snap open, revealing the portrait of an extremely beautiful and elegant lady who at that moment looked like a raging monster. "HALF-BREEDS, MUTANTS, FREAKS ... AWAY FROM THIS PLACE!"
"Aren't we all nervous today?" George said innocently, holding up his hands.
"TRAITORS OF THEIR BLOOD IN THE NOBLE HOUSE OF BLACKS?" screamed the same woman, frantically gesticulating in the frame as Sirius Black crept forward in the semi-darkness, too happy for someone's arrival to be bothered by the woman. Lupin ran to close the portrait blinds and the woman's hoarse screams died almost instantly.
Sirius Black shook hands with all the Weasleys and said, to those who had never met him, "Er ... guys, this was my childhood home as that, sadly, was my mother. The old hag put a spell on the portrait. It's permanently stuck to the wall, can't be taken off..." Ginny chuckled loudly and looked over at the dark curtained portrait, "and she might start yelling at us whenever we make too much noise. Anyway, I'm Sirius Bl..."
"You really want to introduce yourself when the whole world knows you so well?" Ginny interrupted, crossing her arms across her chest with a teasing expression on her face. And she wasn't all wrong, the girl: with what courage did he introduce himself? He was the most talked about man in the entire wizarding world!
Sirius quickly turned his gaze on her and gave her a complacent nod, then burst out laughing loudly. Azkaban had marked his face but he still looked like a child, having grown too fast and been accused of crimes he had never committed: long hair, bright grey eyes and a fairly well-built physique ... he had a certain charm even without speaking. Obviously, Ron had told all about him in great detail to his siblings and that was why none of them had screamed or ran away, white with fear.
"You're right, redhead," Sirius Black agreed, ruffling her hair and winking as she smoothed out the locks the man disheveled. Sirius Black's gaze was still on her when he said, with a voice that was suddenly the most melancholy there was: "You remind me so much of an old friend, she too was really annoyed when I ruffled her red hair" and he casted a look to Lupin, who hastened to look away.
"Where can we settle down?" Molly asked, after witnessing the exchange between her daughter and the man.
"Wherever you want, make yourself at home ... even if no home compares to this crap," Sirius Black countered himself and the children laughed. Even the matron broke into a smile as she dragged her bags along with Lupin and Tonks in front of her, leaving her children with the ex-inmate.
"So, how's your life going?" Ron asked, giving him a familiar pat on the shoulder.
"I would love to get out of here, but I just can't ..."
"Are they still looking for you?" George asked, following Sirius Black into what looked like a kitchen.
"Those idiots" muttered the man, bursting out laughing again and with the teens as well. There was something in the way that man held himself that suggested he was probably still so much more a child, maybe the same innocent child that he was when he was arrested and thrown into Azkaban.
"Adults don't want to tell us what's going on ... it's infuriating!" Fred blurted out with obvious irritation, taking a seat in a chair as his sister walked through the kitchen, inspecting various things she found on hand.
"I promise I'll tell you everything tomorrow morning, when you're done settling down and figuring yourself out 'round here. Okay?" Sirius Black said.
"Brilliant!" the four Weasleys answered in chorus.
"Children," Molly whispered, poking her head into the kitchen and beckoning them to follow her, "you have to unpack in the rooms, and don't go loitering around the house because ... well, they told me that Kreacher has put in a couple of things ... anyway, don't touch anything! Get yourself a clean room, get your stuff sorted and come back down to the kitchen for dinner. Go!"
"Come on Evans ... weren't you an order freak too, you?"
It took Ginny a while to realize that Sirius Black was talking with her, and she gave him a full smile before catapulting away with her siblings, having nothing to say. One thing was certain: from Sirius' sad smile, she could tell that he had been alone for far too long ... and in that terribly lonely place in his chest, he was only missing his old friends.
Author's corner
Sorry for the length, but I had a lot of fun writing this chapter, also because it is quite a particular chapter: from the fight between Arthur and Percy, the brothers' plan with Extendable Ears, to the Weasleys' transfer to Grimmauld Place. Obviously, they are all pretty dazed but Sirius will soon put them at ease ... in fact, he has already encouraged them to talk to him and for a former inmate in Azkaban that was a lot. I especially enjoyed writing (implying) about the similarities between Lily Evans and Ginny, similarities that take us far back in time ... to a melancholy and sad time.
T/N
To note is that the authors notes were written like 5 years or so ago, but they still convey the author's emotions when they were writing this story. The main reason why I decided to translate it into english so more people could read it. This story is incredible.
Protocol (again for emphasis): This is a translation and we own nothing but that. The character and story belong to (Unfortunately) JK Rowling and the og fanfic is called "Sono Ginny Weasley e questa e' la mia storia" it is originally in Italian and can be found on EFPfanfic. The translator is Ermory and the editor is Helena.
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