Hey, Helena here, and this is your brand new chapter! Also, I'll probably be doing more of the publishing now on Ermory's account (she's not feeling well today, maybe it's the exam stress).

Anyway, we're starting the journey through the third book now: enjoy!

Disclaimer: We do not own anything, the plot and the characters belong to JK Rowling, and the original story is written by EmPotter. We just translate (and edit).

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Luck goes for all

Only three weeks had passed after the Weasley kids had returned, and ever since their arrival the Burrow was once again practically upside down, not to mention the fact that Percy had been locking himself in his room for a while now, only to be seen during meals. This was not particularly surprising given that the twins had begun miming kisses with each other while saying with a decidedly charming tone 'Oh, my Penelope ...', and the poor Prefect had locked his room and left his body there to rot.

Even more curious was the fact that everyone was strangely well-disposed with Ginny. Even Percy and the twins were being particularly nice to the girl and were always ready to help her, who now felt really good to be with her family again. Her mother contently prepared all her favorite dishes, and bought everything she wanted, which were way beyond the limits that the child was used to; her father listened much more to Ginny than to Percy, which seemed to cheer up the twins more than anything; and her brothers did nothing but filling her with care.

In short, whatever happened last year, it did not hurt.

"MUM, LOOK OUT THE WINDOW!" shouted Ron's voice.

Mrs. Weasley, who was then busy at the stove, ran to the window and brought an elegant tawny owl into the kitchen, who carried a letter bearing the Hogwarts seal: strange, usually the letters would not arrive so early.

"Whoever this is for..." George grumbled curiously.

"For Perce, guys, go and call him!" the mother said, but nobody seemed willing to move.

"You'd be crazy to try, he would kill us! Number one rule for his room: never enter unless it's absolutely necessary, that is, if someone from the family is dying or abandoning us forever or coming back from the afterlife" Fred said ironically. Ginny, who seemed to be the only one who did not bother her brother, murmured "let me do it" and rushed upstairs to Percy's room.

"PERCY!" Ginny opened the door and found her brother writing a letter, probably to Penny.

"Ginny ..." he sighed irritably. "What is the number one rule of my room?"

"Never enter unless it is absolutely necessary," said little Weasley rolling her eyes.

"And what is it?"

"An owl, there's an owl from Hogwarts for you, in the kitchen"

Ginny and Percy went downstairs, mumbling over the fact that it's too early for Hogwarts owls, and soon found themselves in the kitchen where Mrs. Weasley was trying to keep the twins away from her Prefect's envelope, so that those two unfortunates would not violate his privacy, even if Hogwarts' business was all about family matters.

Percy took the letter from his mother's hands and read the contents as a badge slid from the envelope and fell to the floor with a small thud.

"Oh ... holy ... Godric ... Gryffindor ..." Fred whispered collecting the badge while Percy and Mrs. Weasley gaped at the contents of the letter.

George, Ginny and Ron seemed the only ones who did not understand anything: it must say something along the lines of the world ending.

"I WANT TO SEE, FRED!" Ginny shrieked, leaning over the table. "MUM!"

"Fred, I mean ... I'm your twin!" George was furious.

"I want to see what's written in that letter too!" Ron added curiously.

"But what does that badge mean?"

"Why did they send a letter to Percy?"

"Could someone bother telling us something?"

"For Merlin, I'm your twin!" George reiterated between the general shouts.

"OH PERCY!" Mrs. Weasley shrieked as Percy breathed deeply in the grip of anxiety and panic at the sight of the letter and the badge. "HEADBOY, MY DARLING, HEADBOY!"

"I MADE IT, MUM, I MADE IT!" Percy screamed like a fool, franctically grabbing the Head Boy badge from the hands of Fred. "I AM HEADBOY LIKE BILL, MUM!"

Ginny raised her eyebrows; Ron grinned amusedly; and the twins stared at Percy and their mother with a look none other than disgust.

It took a long time for the two to calm down and explain to the other Weasleys, but when Arthur came home the pandemonium rose again, obviously dominated by Percy, who could not wait to be praised for another of his merits received from school. Ginny and all the boys were forced to hear the story from the beginning, when the letter had crossed the kitchen, when Percy and Mrs. Weasley realized it was a letter that made Percy Head Boy, allowing him to wear a badge the same as Bill's.

"Congratulations Perce, our new Gryffindor Head Boy!" Mr. Weasley clapped his hands brightly, then stopped knowingly with a look around the room. "But that's not the only thing we have to celebrate today ... I meant to say...here," he took a bag full of golden galleons from behind his back and scattered everything on the table, risking another heart attack from Percy. Seven hundred galleons. As labeled on the bag. "WE HAVE WON THE DAILY PROPHET GRAND PRIZE GALLEON DRAW!"

Other supernatural cries echoed in the Burrow, and the family ghoul that lived in the attic beat the usual pipes, the tinkling sound seemed to make the atmosphere of pure happiness, it's as if Ireland had just won the Quidditch World Cup: Ginny was so excited, and had almost forgotten the fact that his brother Percy was a Head Boy, because of the beautiful nest of money that's scattered on the table.

Mr. Weasley and Ron were almost dancing around and the twins held each other arm in arm.

Ginny thought that nobody deserved to win a nice prize more than her family, not only because they are incredibly poor, but also because people like the Malfoys did not deserve that gold, for they are rolling into the galleons already: the girl would have loved to see the face of Draco, whose father had just been fired from the Hogwarts governor office.

The sacking of Malfoy was mostly for the events that had seen Ginny participate in during the last school year, but at this moment those were only minor, minor matters: they had won seven hundred galleons!

"We have to decide what to do with all that money!" said Mrs. Weasley, starting to calm down.

"We can use them for shopping!" Ginny exclaimed, gasping excitedly.

She thought of herself finally in new and not second-hand clothes, and with cute and pretty ornaments going on Hogsmeade visits during her third year ... she thought of bracelets and necklaces that she could show off to the envy of Alice and Rose, and maybe to impress Harry Potter who would have appreciated her beautiful transformation and finally declared, in front of all the Weasleys, the love he felt for their youngest.

"We can use them to shop at jokes shops!" the twins said in unison.

"You know, laughter is always recommendable ..." George added hesitantly to his mother's expression.

"We can use it to buy us a new house!" shouted Ron with eyes that glistened.

"We can divide them equally among us, except for you two" Percy pointed to the parents. "You should get the majority, and the rest left to your children… or maybe I can administer those -for being Prefect and Head Boy- and keep it, so if one of the boys or Ginny needs it I will always be ..."

"Don't even think about it!" Fred snapped.

"Why Perce, so you can use them to make a nice gift for your Penny!" George said, amused.

"DO NOT CALL HER THAT!" Percy roared, flashing, indignant.

"What's so beautiful about you?" asked Fred. "Maybe she's boring like you and the likes attract!"

"It's opposites, Fred," George corrected him but agreed with his twin.

"Stop the boys, please," Mr. Weasley said quietly as Ginny and Ron were still doubled up with laughter. "We will use the money to have a nice vacation, what do you say Molly dear? Maybe we can go to Bill and tour around all of Egypt!"

The room filled again with enthusiasm and with hearts beating a thousand times a second they launched into a lively discussion about what they would do, what they would buy: Ginny Weasley and her family were going to have a real holiday.

Dear Ginny,

I read the article in the Daily Prophet and I saw the picture of your family: I am so happy that you guys won the draw and I hope you enjoyed yourself so much in Egypt. You're already back, aren't you? Now it is only a week away from the start of school, but ... hell, in Egypt! I really hope I could go there next year, but France was also to my liking.

Warm kisses,

Demelza.

At the Leaky Cauldron, in the roomshared between her and Ron's friend, Hermione Granger, Ginny packed her stuff, closed the door of the closet, and prepared to write a letter in reply to Demelza: they had arrived here from Egypt a couple of days ago, as Ron had promised Hermione and Harry to go together in getting their stuff for Hogwarts, they had moved from the Burrow to Diagon Alley for the last few days of holiday.

Ginny Weasley's summer at her brother Bill's in Egypt had been fantastic, and she was equally happy to be finally away from a particular Egyptian boy which Ginny did not even remember the name of (it seemed that he was only sympathetic to Percy, as the twins had pointed out). Egypt was an enchanting place, and the eldest of the Weasleys had devoted whole days to his family so that everyone could visit the famous tombs: the curses that the ancient Egyptian wizards had put in there were spectacular, even if Ginny was forbidden to enter the last, the most beautiful of all, by her mother because it was full of mutant skeletons of Muggles who had managed to enter and remained enchanted, growing extra body parts such as heads.

Dear Demelza,

I got your letter here at the Leaky Cauldron from Errol, the family owl, as usual, so I'll answer you just now.

Did you read the article? Oh, the picture in the newspaper was so embarrassing! I've been back a week and a bit, now living at Leaky Cauldron, where I heard that Harry Potter took a room right on my landing ... I can not wait to see him, even if I'm sure I will probably wait a lot longer.

Can't wait for you to tell me about France when we meet!

See you soon!

Errol flew out the window and Ginny looked at him for a moment before rushing out.

"WHERE YOU PUT MY BADGE?" Percy screamed like a little girl who lost her favorite makeup kit. "FRED? GEORGE? TAKE IT OUT NOW!"

Ever since he was elected Headboy, Percy had never stopped pulling out his beloved badge and polishing it every two seconds, and the twins never missed an opportunity to make him lose his temper, despite how they had tried (but failed as they were discovered) to lock Percy up in a pyramid. At least the two of them, Ginny noted, managed to have a great deal of fun with that event, but the only one who did not seem happy about the situation was Ron, even though no one really noticed anything ...

"Here it is, honey!" Molly Weasley said gently, holding out his badge.

"Where was it hidden, Mum?" asked the youngest Weasley.

"In ... er ..." she stammered, then turned to her son. "Well, I cleaned it up, Perce, so don't worry ..."

Ginny giggled loudly, before the laugh turned into a coughing fit.

"Are you sure that these two are my brothers?"

"Did you have doubts, Perce?" Fred said with a big smile.

"Come on, let's go downstairs!" Mrs. Weasley cut them off short.

Carrying large bags and pouches, she rushed down followed by four of her children, who argued all the way down the stairs, even though Ginny was rather peaceful and insisted only for the twins to openly tell about the place where they had thrown the Percy's Head Boy badge, causing great fits of laughter from Fred and George.

In the bar there was a great deal of excitement, and Ginny immediately spotted Harry Potter, standing close to Ron and Hermione: he was as beautiful as ever, grown, slightly taller than last year, sporting the most absolutely unruly hair and eyes of a spectacularly intense green that almost melted her, like ice cream shrinking under the summer sun.

"Hello," Ginny muttered awkwardly walking towards the boy, without meeting his eyes. The embarrassment was only made worse by the fact that he had saved her life the previous year.

"Hi, Ginny," he replied before Ginny sneaked away.

The little girl did not hear the exchange between the boy (who was currently making her hyperventilate) and her brothers, but when her mother wrapped Harry in her arms, hugging him tightly, she approached them again. Mrs. Weasley asked, indicating the badge from his son's chest: "Good morning, Harry, dear. I suppose you've heard the exciting news? It's the second Head Boy in the family!"

"And the last," muttered Fred between his teeth.

"I don't doubt it, you two have not been made Prefects, as far as I know!" Mrs. Weasley frowned.

"And why should we be?" George asked, horrified by the word 'Prefect', "It would take all the fun out of life"

Ginny chuckled.

"You two want to set a better example for your sister!"

"Ginny has other brothers who can give her a good example, mother," said Percy proudly.

Being a Prefect was a good example? Although ... thinking about it, it wouldn't be so bad to be Prefect. For a moment, Ginny imagined herself in the role of the Gryffindor Prefect: Malfoy would be under her command, Harper and Astoria would be afraid of her, and Alice and Rose would be completely envious.

Ginny could punish anyone who bothered her: the sudden savagery in this thought tormented her throughout dinner.

The next morning, Ginny and Hermione were first to wake up, and they went down to the bar, where Mr. Weasley chatted away with Tom the innkeeper. He seemed to have a crush on Mrs. Weasley, as Hermione noted with real insight.

"Crookshanks! don't ..." Ginny muttered, afraid of the red cat's nails.

"Oh, come Crookshanks! Anyway, don't worry ... she's just playful!" the bushy-haired girl exclaimed proudly. "Ron says it's a horrible, crazy cat, but really, I think your brother is crazy"

Ginny laughed but seriously doubted that Crookshanks was only a little playful.

"So, have a nice dinner ... er ... breakfast" greeted Tom kissing Mrs. Weasley on the cheeks and left, chest out and almost marching, while Mr. Weasley frowned at him.

"What's going on?" he asked.

"Oh come on Arthur, you are not... jealous?" said Mrs. Weasley mischievously.

Ginny took a seat at the table slightly embarrassed, and Hermione joined her.

"Did I ever tell you about that day Arthur saw me preparing a Love Potion that wasn't meant for him?"

"No, Mum," Ginny replied, swallowing a piece of toast.

"Please tell us, Mrs. Weasley," said Hermione curiously.

Mr. Weasley hid his face behind the Daily Prophet.

"So," she began gloating, her face lighted with a nostalgic expression. "I was in my fourth year and my professor of Potions - Professor Slughorn, I can never forget him - showed us potions, including a Love Potion. In those days, I had a little crush on a boy, and I made that potion to see what would happen if he drank it"

Ginny listened to the story curiously: she, Hermione, and Mrs. Weasley began to get rather giggly.

"Then, the day I decided to steal the ingredients from Professor Slughorn's office, Arthur saw me but did not report me ..."

"Oh mum, still with that Love Potion story?" Fred said in disgust.

He had just came down the stairs, followed by George, Ron and Harry, who was looking around the bar.

"Ginny and Hermione have never heard of it, Fred!" his mother blurted, offended. "So where were we? Ah, yes ... so, from that day Arthur started to watch me a little bit and ..."

"... since he was secretly in love with you, he wanted to discover at all costs who you were going for with that Love Potion" George concluded, anticipating his mother's narrative, and Ginny nearly turned over her bowl of cereals onto a giggling Hermione.

"And he even snuck into the girls' bathroom to find out!" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed, giving her husband an affectionate pat, who looked around in terror.

"Who sneaked into the girls' bathroom?" asked Percy's voice, entering the bar.

"Speaking of the devil" George grumbled and Ginny snorted into the milk.

"Your father!"

"Molly ..." Mr. Weasley said quietly. "It doesn't seem to me to be ... er ... the moment ... to flaunt so loudly about our past ..."

"Oh, then I'll talk more softly!" the woman answered in a perplexity.

Ginny, Hermione, Fred and George were crackling with laughter.

"If they caught you in the girls' bathroom, they'd have kicked you out of school, father," Percy glared sternly at Ron and Harry, and Ginny saw that Hermione blushed a little.

"But didn't you know about the Love Potion story, Pumpkin-head Boy?" asked Fred with a sneer.

"What happened in the end, Mrs. Weasley?" Hermione said, intrigued.

"In the end Arthur sort of made a scene from his jealousy, because he found out that the potion was not intended for him and then ... well, over time I realized that we were just made for each other..."

Fred and George pretended to throw up in their bowls.

"Yes, it's all very fascinating," said Mr. Weasley, embarrassed. "Why don't we prepare for departure?"

Aaand that's the chapter! I thought it was quite a pity that the original writer didn't explore much outside the cannon narrative of the summer. And there's no Sirius yet. Regardless, it was a really fun chapter for me to work through and I hope you liked it too! :)

~Helena Heansilton (editor)

translator: Ermory

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