Ok guys here is the new chapter as promised. Plus I'm back, Helena won't have internet for a while, she is moving :(. I'll miss her but she will still edit and stay in contact with me. So without further ado here is the next chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not own the writing or the plot. This all belongs to EmPotter and JK Rowling. I just translate.

The original story is on EFPfanfic, called Sono Ginny Weasley, e questa รจ la mia storia

Ginny's second year

Ginny and her friends sat at the Gryffindor table and were eating the welcoming banquet the school had prepared for the students: a banquet nothing short of delicious. Hogwarts feasts were medicine against all evil, especially those implanted in Ginny by the Dementors, which many students had seen towering near the school entrances as if they were guarding something.

The girl wondered if they really believed that Sirius Black, that crazy killer who mysteriously escaped from Azkaban before any other person, who they had read so much about during the holidays, could really penetrate the castle.

"Where's Potter?" shouted Draco Malfoy's voice at the Slytherin table. "And where's Potter's little friend? Did that ugly dementor scare him so bad that he ended up at the Hospital Wing on the first day of school? Sure he did, eh?"

"Shut your mouth, Malfoy!" Ron growled, sitting alone at the table.

"You were not so brave when you got scared and ran into our compartment!" George pricked him.

"Cowardly wimp!" Fred added with a grimace, evidently disgusted.

Ginny wondered where Harry and Hermione were.

"How on Earth did you know?" Colin furiously glared at Malfoy.

"Neville," Ginny explained sadly, as Demelza and the others leaned forward to hear. "That chubby boy with... a round face, down there, do you see him? Well, he ran away ..."

"Oh, I would not want to be Harry Potter," Vicky replied quickly, and Ginny nodded.

"Those god-damn Slytherins ..." Christopher muttered, "they really have it with Harry Potter, don't they?"

"Because he's famous, Chris," Ritchie said.

"And because all the girls in the school, and now even the boys including Colin, they literally slobber on him!" Christopher added and the boys giggled as Colin snorted loudly, amused.

Ginny was particularly annoyed, but at that moment before anyone could reply to the boy's comment, Dumbledore, the headmaster of the school who emanated great energy despite his age, stood up from the teacher's table and began to speak to them: he seemed the same as always, and the girl vividly remembered the memory of her talk with Dumbledore several hours after the frightening events in the Chamber of Secrets.

Ginny would never forget what Dumbledore had done for her and said to her at that time.

"Welcome! Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts!" he said. "As you all know after the search of the Hogwarts Express, our school is playing hosts to some of the Dementors of Azkaban, who are here on Ministry of Magic business."

"That's exactly what we needed!" William whispered hoarsely, annoyed.

"They are guarding all the entrances. As long as they stay with us, I want it to be clear that nobody is to leave school without permission," Dumbledore resumed and his eyes lingered on Ron, Harry, Hermione (who slipped in just before Dumbledore started talking) and the twins, "I, therefore, warn each and every one of you to give them no reason to harm you. I look to the prefects, and our new Head Boy and Girl, to make sure that no student runs afoul of the dementors,"

Percy, seated a little farther on, pushed his chest outward to show his flamboyant Head Boy badge, and cast haughty, authoritative looks all around. Ginny chuckled, and Demelza raised her eyebrows, confused, and Ginny pointed to her brother.

"My brother ... spent the whole summer polishing the badge: it's terrible!"

Her friends burst out laughing.

"He's Penelope Clearwater's boyfriend, isn't he?" Vicky said, as always very well informed.

"On a happier note, I am pleased to welcome two new teachers to our ranks this year," said Dumbledore with more enthusiasm. "First, Professor Lupin, who has kindly consented to fill the post of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher."

Ginny loudly applauded the man who was in the compartment with her, while many were not of her opinion: there was little and unenthusiastic applause, but the professor, who looked shabby and was in tattered clothes, smiled affably.

"He gave us chocolate!"

"What?" said Colin.

"He was in the compartment with us," Ginny explained, pointing to herself and the others, "he saved us from the Dementor!"

"Really? A professor in the Hogwarts Express?" Demelza asked.

"I didn't know-" Ritchie began but Christopher interrupted him.

"Professors cannot travel with students ... that's strange!"

"Well, it's unusual," Demelza said, trying to reason under all the noise. "Did anyone make this a rule?"

"It doesn't have to be a rule," said Colin.

"Demelza is right, guys ..." Ritchie muttered, embarrassed.

"OF COURSE YOU SHOULD SAY SO, IDIOT!" shrieked Vicky.

"Don't start," said William, amusedly, and Ginny nudged him in the elbow: "You haven't seen who has become profes ... oooh, Hagrid's became a professor! Too bad that we only start Care of Magical Creatures next year."

"Professor Hagrid?" Vicky looked shocked.

"That's news ..." Demelza looked doubly shocked.

"I like Hagrid!" Colin commented cheerfully, and Ritchie nodded vigorously while applauding.

Ginny had the impression that only she, Colin, William, and Ritchie really liked Hagrid.

The rest of the feast was more than delicious, dominated by the cheerful chatter of the students and the clinking of silver cutlery: Ginny was delighted to be back again but her eyes were closing from need of sleep, and she couldn't wait to get on to her four-poster bed and fall asleep right until next morning. Half-asleep, little Weasley caught a glimpse of Alice and Rose trying to talk to the new Gryffindor kids as well as with some older students, and successfully, she would add, which Vicky obviously also noticed.

"Do they think they are special?" she had asked sullenly, and Ginny had laughed.

Yes, Alice and Rose felt really special, but this year Ginny would not let the two get the upper hand, even if she would have preferred to make peace with everyone, instead of having fights with the two girls who would share the room with her, Demelza and Vicky up to their seventh year: Merlin, they still had five full years!

After dinner, Percy accompanied the swarm of Gryffindors to the Tower, and had announced the new password "Fortuna Major!": Ginny had heard Neville swear quietly and wondered if it was true that the boy really had poor short-term memory, as his brother Ron had said before she came to Hogwarts.

"Aaaah, home sweet home!" Vicky started once she's in the dorm and threw herself headlong into her bed.

Demelza sat composed, with her hands crossed behind her head, as Ginny almost hugged her bed.

"I missed you!" Vicky continued singing.

"Hello everyone," Alice greeted authoritatively, glancing at Ginny.

"Good evening girls," Rose echoed with a smile. "Splendid evening, is not it?"

"Yes, really admirable" replied Demelza in the same tone.

Vicky and Ginny shared glances before the blonde slid her head under the pillow.

Yes, that was just the right start to the year.

The next morning, however, things did not go well for little Ginny Weasley: her two enemies and dorm mates had started to take matters into their own hands, as if they wanted to make her pay for the bad things that had happened last year, or for taking possession of the boy who, let's say, supposedly liked Rose.

"Ignore, just ignore them. Their whiny little arrows don't hurt anyone," Demelza had said, rather wisely.

When Ginny, Demelza and Vicky crossed the threshold of the Great Hall, they immediately saw something that caught their attention: Draco Malfoy at the center of a small group of Slytherins, including Harper and Astoria from second year, and he performed a ridiculous swooning fit: the fainting of Harry Potter in the Hogwarts Express.

"Oh, what an unbearable nuisance," Vicky said, snorting.

Neville greeted Ginny with a wave of his hand as she passed with her friends to reach the others: the girl smiled at him and waved back, then approached him to ask how he was because he looked really low and melancholy.

"Hello, how are you?" Ginny asked Neville.

"Oh, I'm fine ... I'm sorry for Harry, I mean ... it was an accident"

"Yeah, you didn't do it on purpose" the girl agreed quickly. "It will go away"

"Neville, are you coming?" Seamus asked him, standing up.

"Divination is in the North Tower," Dean added.

"Coming," Neville replied, "see you, Ginny!"

The girl waved again and walked towards the rest of her friends, who were immersed in a conversation about the time tables, which Demelza talked about with great excitement. To Ginny's delight, she only had one hour of Defense against the Dark Arts that morning with Professor Lupin, and this cheered her very much: Lupin seemed so expertly and certainly very - very much! - different from Lockhart, who knows what had happened to him.

After a peaceful breakfast, with the ringing of the bell, they all left together to the Defense classroom: who knows what Professor Lupin had prepared, given that this year they would have real defense lessons, and not like the stuff that were taught to them the vain and idiotic Gilderoy Allock, Order of Merlin third class and so on ...

Ginny sat in front of the class and Demelza sat down next to her: in front of them was a wardrobe.

"Take a third chair ... come on Chris, here it is"

"I don't want to be in the centre!"

"Chris, you sucker, ha-ha-ha!"

Alice and Rose laughed then the wardrobe moved and almost fell to the ground.

"What was it?" Alice squeaked, terrified.

The others also looked around cautiously as Colin stood up to face the wardrobe.

"Don't open it!" Ginny said, sitting up in her chair. "What do you think that ...?"

"Good morning, all," said the voice of Professor Lupin, who was entering the classroom, as shabby as Ginny had seen him, and he had an almost sick expression on his dug face: it looked like the expression she had the previous year, and she wondered what could go wrong with a capable teacher like him. Alice and Rose commented on his clothes in a very low voice. "Please put your books, quills and parchment away: today we will do a practical lesson and you will only be needing your wands"

Ginny raised her eyebrows in joy, Demelza leaned back in her chair and Colin bounced up and down in his seat. They glanced curiously at each other because it was the first time they had a real defence lesson, except for when Professor Lockhart had been tempted to open the cage of Pixies.

"I think the topic 'Boggarts' is a good start with the second and third years," Lupin said, looking at them with reciprocated curiosity: everyone was delighted and Demelza was bouncing in her chair. "Well, who can tell me what a Boggart is?"

Demelza raised her hand and Lupine encouraged her to speak.

"Nobody knows," she answered, embarrassed but sure of herself. "A Boggart is a shapeshifter: they take on the appearance of a particular thing that a person fears the most, so the Boggart is in there ... has not yet taken shape."

"Very well!" Lupin praised her with a big smile. "Nobody knows what form a Boggart takes when it is alone, but as soon as I open the closet door, it will take the form of whatever most frightens the person in front of it. The spell to repel a Boggart works because the thing that defeats A Boggart is laughter, and each of you must make him take on a form that you find particularly amusing: the spell is Riddikulus, try without wands!"

"Riddikulus!" they said in chorus.

"Very good, really good, well, now all get in a line: I want you to imagine the thing that scares you the most and turn it into something funny!" said Professor Lupin cheerfully, encouraging the students, who lined up, some excited like Colin, other rather uneasy like Ginny.

Someone would ask: why did Ginny Weasley have to be so nervous?

Well, simple. What scared her most? Spiders? Certainly not, she was not her brother Ron who as soon as he saw a little spider, runs away as if possessed by the devil! What could ever really scare her? Having a bad grade at school like Percy? Absolutely not, that was the last of her concerns.

So, what?

Was she not afraid of anything, like the twins? But not really likely...

Perhaps the name Tom Riddle, that meant something to her: yes, the most fearful thing in the world, after the horrible experience of the previous year, was the charming 16-year-old who had enchanted her, possessed her for his purposes; deceived, humiliated and deluded her by becoming a friend, listening to her and giving her advice of every kind. A persuasive boy who apparently could have seemed absolutely harmless, normal... but concealed a evil aura around him.

And obviously, he was the young Lord Voldemort.

And Ginny Weasley was terribly afraid of the young Lord Voldemort.

"Come on Ritchie, you start!" the professor encouraged him and Ritchie stepped forward, a little uncertain.

Professor Lupin opened the closet door and suddenly a Banshee, a witch on the moors, walked threateningly towards the boy, while Alice and Rose held each other almost by the hand: Ritchie looked really scared but when Lupin urged encouragingly, he raised his wand, pronounced the spell, and caused the Banshee's hair to wrap around it, making twirls and patterns.

Everyone laughed.

"Funny, Ritchie! The next ... you, Colin!"

A big snake materialized in the class and someone screamed.

"Riddikulus!" Colin cried bravely and the snake hanged by his tail.

And then a threatening Professor McGonagall was advancing towards Demelza, saying that she had been rejected from Hogwarts because she was too stupid to continue school... crack, a dragon roared in the classroom and Vicky turned it into an adorable teddy bear. crack, a horrible mouse squeaked next to William's feet ... crack, again the Banshee ...

"Genevra, finish it!

Ginny flickered forward and in a moment the Banshee turned into the beautiful boy who had filled her nightmares, and there was total silence: no one seemed wanting to laugh anymore, asn they observed the greatest fear of Ginny- intrigued and at the same time worried. Professor Lupin's eyes went from Riddle to Ginny, who seemed absolutely paralyzed; Demelza's eyes were wide, and she had probably already guessed everything; the others were terribly confused and did not know what to think; Alice and Rose almost drooled for Tom Riddle.

"R-ri ..." Ginny stopped: she could not say a single word because her tongue had frozen and she could not think of anything other than the nightmares and the name of the boy that filled them, she could not think what to do. "Rid ... R-Ri ..."

All eyes were focused on the girl, then Professor Lupin stood in front of her to catch the attention of the Boggart, which now turned into a kind of crystal ball: Lupin made it a balloon that flew around making a funny noise, and the whole class laughed except for little Weasley, who was on the edge of fainting.

Her morals were in tatters. The scornful laughter of Alice and Rose, who now believed Ginny was afraid of the males, did not help.

Nobody had asked the girl anything about her Boggart, no one had dared to ask a single question, no one had breathed about the thing that cast poor Ginny into pure melancholy, who had been forced to see her old manipulator again. Who knows what Professor Lupin thought... certainly he would talk to Professor Dumbledore or McGonagall.

"Tell me something, Genevra: what makes you most afraid in the world?" Alice and Rose were always curious about stifling chuckles, which everyone found extremely annoying.

The Gryffindor Common Room was too cheerful to study in that morning, when everyone enjoyed talking about the new and experienced Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, and his very interesting lessons. Ginny shared their thoughts but because the first lesson had been a total fiasco for her, she was not willing to talk to anyone.

Demelza had retired to the library with Vicky while Ginny had preferred to take a walk instead of studying: that year seemed to have started in the worst way...

"Hey there little sis!" a familiar voice exclaimed.

Ginny turned to face the twins, who were holding a sheet of parchment.

"What are you doing here?" the girl asked aggressively.

"We can ask you the same question," George replied, slightly offended by that tone.

"How come you're not studying?" asked Fred in a perfect and disturbing imitation of Percy.

"I was just annoyed ..." she snorted.

"Join us for a new exploration - the nth! - of the Hogwarts castle!" exclaimed George brightly.

"No thanks"

"What? you are apathetic ... don't become like that boring Percy, eh!" he shouted after Fred before disappearing around the corner with his twin, both baffled by their sister's behaviour.

Ginny sighed: what a beautiful year had begun.

Next: Sirius Black in the castle?

Ok y'all, hope you have a nice week and wish me luck for my Science GCSEs and my History GCSE on Mao's China.

UPDATE: We probably will NOT have a second update this week because we are super busy...

~Ermory

Editor: Helena Heansilton she's the best person ever and my best friend everybody applaud her for her efforts on this story.