hey everybody sorry for the late upload, again. Still getting used to living in different countries and my parent's friends keep popping up uninvited 3 days in a row with their kids, which make me not work cuz i have to babysit them, while the adults are having fun. Anyway here is the chapter.

Disclaimer: Me and Helena do not own the story or the plot or the writing, the plot belongs to JK Rowling and the original story was written by EmPotter

Original story: It can be found in Italian on EFP fanfic under the title "Sono Ginny Weasley e questa è la mia storia"

New subjects and scary victories

They had a really animated arrival back at school. Excitement grew as the Common Room began to gradually fill up, becoming rather crowded; under the after-holidays enthusiasm of everyone present, the twins burst some Filibuster fireworks, casually throwing a wink towards their little sister, who looked on at them admiringly. Before anything else, though, a visit to Hagrid was also in place for Ginny and her friends, who watched him prepare for the third years' class—Ron's class—while Colin actually tried to stroke one of the interesting little things. Regrettably, the visit ended in having to send Colin to Madam Pomfrey: they had really sharp claws.

The next morning began much less light-heartedly: for one, classes began; and also, McGonagall gave them all a nice little talk on the subjects they wanted to undertake once in third year—decisive choices for their future.

Needless to say, this really threw Ginny into a crisis.

Muggle Studies

Teacher: Charity Burbage

The subject consists of studying Muggle social habits and Muggle technologies, such as cars, plugs, batteries, various machines and everything that belongs to their world.

"Maybe I could go with this..." Demelza murmured doubtfully, curling up on a chair by the Common Room fireplace and reading the sheet carefully, "but I already know everything about Muggles because my paternal aunt is a Muggle. It would be interesting to be able to study it from the wizard's point of view, right? " she looked around at them one by one.

"I don't know," said Ginny somewhat thoughtfully, collapsed on the sofa with William's head in her lap.

"Don't complicate your life, Dem!" Christopher replied, seeming the quietest of the group.

Ancient Runes

Teacher: Bathsheda Babbling

The subject teaches the translation and understanding of an ancient language, made up of graphic symbols. At Hogwarts we also study numerical runes, in which the numbers from zero to nine are combined with animals, or parts of them, as well as magical objects, as part of the language.

"Oh, that's interesting!" Demelza commented, suddenly becoming excited.

"What?" Ritchie asked curiously, lying on his stomach on the floor, next to Christopher and Colin, who have long thrown away the efforts to understand the otherworldly language on the sheet, or exactly what the subjects are teaching.

"Ancient Runes" Demelza answered, "it's really interesting, isn't it?" she repeated.

"Arithmancy looks scary!" William raised his eyebrows, horrified, and his grey eyes widened, "the teacher's name is just as scary, I will never understand what these ancient materials are for ... no one speaks Latin anymore!"

"Latin is also studied in Muggle schools, do you know that?"

"Really?" Ritchie asked, turning to Colin, who nodded.

Vicky, who had been silent all this time, sitting on the arm of Demelza's chair in a mood, suddenly snorted, throwing her blond hair back impatiently. Even Ginny laughed with them every three minutes or so, while nervously twisting a lock of red hair around her index finger, intent on reading the materials, undecided as ever about what to do.

Care of Magical Creatures

Teacher: Rubeus Hagrid

The subject deals with the study and care of all creatures in the magical world, which would include unicorns, Hippogriffs, Thestrals and various other magical species.

Divination

Teacher: Sybill Trelawney

This is a subject that teaches us to foresee the future through different divination techniques such as the reading of the hand, tea leaves or cards, the observation of the stars or the interpretation of dreams. The observation of crystal spheres is also practiced.

"I think I will only choose Care of Magical Creatures and Divination" Christopher declared, satisfied with his choice and immediately free from any other concern, "the only subjects that interest me!" he justified himself.

"Divination must be a blast!" William commented enthusiastically, ticking the box next to Divination.

"Will, but did you really understand what you do in Divination?" Vicky asked promptly, now in a particularly irritable mood. "You learn about the future, it's not just a game, as you seem to be saying, in fact, it's really very informative and interesting!"

"No, it's disturbing..." Ritchie said slowly, unable to restrain herself.

"It can be disturbing, but I would gladly exchange History of Magic for Divination," William declared. Ginny, Colin and Christopher immediately nodded in agreement.

"That would be an idea!" Colin exclaimed, excited. "We can propose this exchange between the subjects: after History of Magic, Potions will be the next I'll send away!"

"Yes, the son of the Minister has arrived at Hogwarts!" Vicky mocked, amused.

"Hey!" the boy protested indignantly.

"They will never let you exchange any compulsory subject with one of these"

"There's no harm in trying—"

"Yes, and they'll send you away," Christopher said with a laugh, "I really know Vic is right"

Demelza was too busy to join the conversation.

"Anyway, I should probably ask my brothers about this..." Ginny muttered distractedly, interrupting Colin about to reply to Chris's statement, "but they always say that Arithmancy and Ancient Runes are impossible subjects, and I do not want to give myself the impossible life... Maybe I can go with Divination, Care of Magical Creatures and Muggle Studies. There needs to be someone in my family who understands Muggles, my dad is crazy for them!" she chuckled.

"For me, perhaps it's Ancient Runes, Care of Magic Creatures and ... Divination," sighed Demelza, shuddering at her own words.

Ginny turned and stared at her, and so did everyone.

"What was that you'll have?" Ritchie asked with a smile.

"It's that ... well ... Divination catches me with a certain curiosity ..." she explained timidly.

"Well that's great and let's move on!" William exclaimed, waving his hand nonchalantly, while Demelza shot him a grim look. "Whatever, Dem! Anyway ... I will just choose Care of Magical Creatures and Divination, I could do with some extra chess."

"I will do the same," Vicky said immediately, "but I'll also go with what Testa Rossa chose, Muggle Studies quite intrigue me, and practically my whole family is only wizards."

"Testa Rossa?"

"It means red head in Italian or something," Vicky smiled cheekily, "it sounds cute"

"I choose the same thing as William," Christopher confirmed, stifling a yawn and bringing the topic back.

"Same here," Ritchie said, throwing all the paper aside.

"All you have to do let me join you guys—" Colin added with a big smile.

"And we're all there!" Ginny exclaimed.

Then she smiled to himself: she had made a choice alone, and that's without any advice from her family. It's virtually the most reasonable (and important) choice she had ever made, a choice that decided something for her own future. And she had done it alone! No one had forced it, or conditioned it... and that was certainly a definite step in the formation of the new and mature Ginny Weasley.

"Aaaah" Christopher sighed suddenly with joy and lightheartedness, "we'll be all together again next year!"

William stared at him and could not help himself— "If you could even get there before dying of love sickness" he murmured from between his teeth.

Ginny, who was drinking a little water from her water bottle, spat everything on poor Vicky's blond hair and burst out laughing. Though the blonde did not seem to have noticed that her friend's saliva had soiled her hair, for she was too laughing hard. As for the others, they were all bent over, clutching their stomach, and Colin—Colin howled: his laughter could be called contagious even for the most boring of students, even for Percy Weasley.

"Oh you son of—" Christopher finally began.

"CHRIS!" Vicky protested, for she's one that has zero tolerance for bad words.

"—Morgana" the boy concluded weakly.

Ginny would have sworn that she saw someone in the common room moving away from them, annoyed by their screams and shouts.

Fred and George had warmly complimented Ginny for her subject choices that, according to them, they would choose the same if they're to do OWLs again, especially with regards to Muggle Studies: they were just too stupid not to choose it from the beginning, thinking it was a loss of time, and they were 'profoundly repentant'—for all the lost jokes about Muggle machinery, which, thanks to their little sister, they could now experiment with. Percy, on the other hand, was 'deeply disappointed' by his sister's behavior, and stated that he would have preferred Ginny to come to him for advice.

"Maybe he would have forced you to choose those boring subjects that he chose" Fred had told her, in a very low voice, "you did very well to choose by yourself, little sis, Mum and Dad will be surely happy."

"Do not worry about that Pumpkin Head Boy," George added.

The twins' compliments were worth more than anything else in the world for the girl.

-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-

January turned quickly into February without any major changes, except that every time Ginny and her friends went to the library to study or do some research, they found Hermione Granger, Ron and Harry's friend, without any company. And that's not all! The girl was alone even at lunch, in the common room, in the corridors at the end of the lessons... practically all the time.

Ginny had no intention of meddling in the private affairs of her brother, Hermione Granger, and Harry Potter, but she really felt sorry to see Hermione alone, so one day, after having lunched, she left her friends for a moment, who were arguing over how boring History of Magic is, and approached her in the library, hesitantly.

"Hi ..." said the red head, cordially.

Hermione raised her head from a huge Runes dictionary and smiled.

"Hi," she replied, shifting in her seat to make room for her, "are you alright?"

"Yeah, not bad, and are you all right?" Ginny sat down next to Hermione, who simply nodded. "No, it's not true that all is well, I know we're not very good friends, and you're the best friend of my brother and Harry ... but ..." the redhead was awkward: she did not want to hurt the girl, who already had tears in her eyes. Sometimes Hermione reminded her so much of Demelza, a harder exaggeration than Demelza, "if there's something wrong with the boys, you can tell me about it"

The girl kept staring at her, and it took a long time before she could say anything. "Crookshanks ate Scabbers," she finally declared, looking down.

Ginny, who was staring at the huge Runes dictionary, looked at the girl.

"Your cat ...?"

"Yes, he ate Scabbers..."

"That's why you and my brother had a fight?"

"Yes"

Ginny sighed, rather amused. "Ron should understand that Crookshanks is like any other cat," she said, not at all disappointed that Hermione's cat had eaten that boring smelly rat. She had never really been impressed by the rat missing a finger, "I think your fight is useless, you know?"

Hermione did not answer. Ginny could not wait to go up to her brother.

"Where is he now?"

"I think he's in the dormitory: when I was coming to the library, he went up the stairs," Hermione answered gloomily.

"I wonder if Fred and George know about Scabbers..." Ginny murmured curiously, then looking up at Hermione again her eyes fell on a beautiful chain around her neck. It looked like a sparkling golden hourglass, and one look at it tells you it's got a certain charm around it: a luminous halo floated in the little glass tube in the mysterious hourglass.

Hermione realized what Ginny was looking at and hurried to put it under her robes.

"That chain is beautiful!" said the redhead, still struck, "but where did you get it?" she added curiously.

"Oh ... uh ... in a Muggle shop," Hermione replied quickly, her cheeks slightly flushed, "ooh, it's getting late: I should be in Ancient Runes class," she said anxiously.

Ginny jumped up, waved her goodbye and walked away from the library, catching Madame Pince's glares. She set off to Gryffindor Tower, determined to talk to her brother about how wrong he is acting to his friend, for a thing she would never foresee: cats ate mice!

On the way she also met Fred and George, who were sneaking out with a sort of strange piece of parchment in hand (the two hurried to hide it in their sister's presence— Merlin, why is everyone hiding things from her!) and as they seemed unaware of all that had happened, she told them. The twins immediately joined her, mumbling incomprehensible things like 'trying out the crying hex'. In less than no time the three found themselves in the Gryffindor Tower, and as quickly they were opening the door of the third year boys' dorm room.

Ginny was slightly embarrassed.

"For God's sake, look at you!" exclaimed Fred, incredulous.

Ron was seated at his bedside in front of the dormitory door, his face lighted up with rage and his ears reddened, and the consoling smiles of his best friend did not seem to help. Ron sniffed every two seconds, and kept repeating the same words, looking at the twins and Ginny, who felt herself growing smaller and smaller in the presence of Harry Potter.

"Did you know?" asked said boy, fixing eyes on them one by one.

"Just now!" George confirmed.

"That cat has eaten Scabbers!" Ron moaned furiously, making them all wince. "What else do you want me to say?"

"I know you're sorry... but cats eat rats, Ron" George objected cautiously, approaching his brother's bed followed by the other two, "it's in their nature"

"But that cat just had something with Scabbers!" the boy protested.

Harry gestured with his head as if to say that it was only nonsense.

"I'm sure if you'll feel better if you just get another rat," Ginny encouraged.

"Come on, Ron!" Fred started shaking him, seeing that his brother remained impassive to his sister's words. "You were always saying how boring Scabbers was ... he's been off colour for ages, he was wasting away, it was probably better for him to go down quickly—one swallow!"

Ginny's eyes widened, from the little tact that, even on that occasion, his brother had shown: "Fred!" she exclaimed indignantly, because from Ron's face she understood that he would gladly have howled with anguish.

"All he did was eat and sleep, Ron, you said it yourself!" George added delicately.

"But he bit Goyle for us once!" Ron said, looking more dejected than ever. "Remember, Harry?"

"Yeah, that's true," the boy confirmed helplessly.

"His finest hour of glory," said Fred, unable to remain serious, and Ginny's lips curled into a smile involuntarily. "Let the scar on Goyle's finger stand as a lasting tribute to his memory. Oh, come on, get yourself down to Hogsmeade and buy a new rat, what's the use of moaning?"

Ron stared at Fred, still with a melancholy look, then slowly nodded as if he was heartened. Ginny sighed in relief, and gave an encouraging pat to his brother's shoulder, as he got dragged down the spiral staircase by Fred and George; she rejoiced in sudden thanks to the twins. The little girl, however, turning towards the door, noticed something that made her eyes sparkle with a new light: in the corner of the room there was the most extraordinary model of broom in the world—sitting right in the corner of the boys' room was a Firebolt. It's in such an indistinct corner that she almost missed it.

"Yeah, it's a real Firebolt," Harry told her, smiling, having anticipated her question. The girl almost could not care that she was alone with Harry Potter in his dorm room. "Do you like it, Ginny?" the boy added, friendly and a little awkwardly.

Number one useless question.

"But ... but it's ... perfect" she concluded in a whisper, "would you let me hold it?"

The boy nodded immediately, smiling, encouraging her to take it. Ginny drew nearer to the racing broom she'd yearned for in the Diagon Alley shop window, and held it in her hand: the handle vibrated slightly, as if it could not wait to be ridden. What wouldn't the girl give to have a Firebolt.

Reluctantly, she gently placed the broom back in its place, her eyes still fixed on that shining handle, and finally she turned to Harry smiling at her as she thanked him, ever so grateful that he had agreed to let her hold his Firebolt, as she walked toward the door.

"Will you come to tomorrow's game?" Harry asked, following her out of the dormitory.

Number two useless question.

"Y-yes, of course I'll be there" Ginny replied, still smiling embarrassedly, hastened to reach her friends by the fire, while the boy approached Ron with a determined smile on his face.

-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-

"I was dying to keep that Firebolt in my hands!"

"Or were you dying because of who will ride that Firebolt today?"

"No, Chris, only for the Firebolt! Heck, it was beautiful! Unequaled balance and precision, when I grabbed it, I can feel it obeying the touch!" Ginny exclaimed excitedly.

The girl and her friends were all dressed up with bows, banners, hats and scarves, ready to cheer for Gryffindor: this was the day of the game between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, and they could not wait to be at the stands to cheer.

"Not to mention the Braking Charm!" Demelza said, she too was a big fan.

"Yeah, I heard you can accelerate up to 250 kilometers per hour!" Vicky added, it seems their entire group were huge Quidditch fans.

"How much I wanted to be you…" Ritchie murmured enviously, turned to Ginny who frowned playfully, "a Firebolt, hell, do you understand what it means? Gryffindor will win the Quidditch Cup this year!"

"At least so it seems to me!" Christopher agreed.

The only ones who did not seem to respond to 'Quidditch' or 'Firebolt' were Colin and William, who had never been crazy about that sport. For Colin it's a synonym to suicide, and he'd had the most absurd accidents on a broom; William simply declared to be not interested at all, though he understood more than he wanted to admit; Ritchie, even if he was a shy, lovable and awkward boy, had declared from the beginning that one day he would enter the team as a Beater, because he was sure of his abilities, even if too embarrassed to fly in the presence of the whole school (having blushed at merely the thought); Christopher, Demelza, Vicky and Ginny were, like Ritchie, Quidditch fans but Christopher loved to cheer more than play, which no one would have expected from someone like him.

"A perfect handle ..." Ginny repeated dreamily.

"Yes, is it the handle that's perfect or the guy that holds it?" Chris insisted again, and Ginny did not hesitate to smack him across the back of the head.

"But he's right!" Colin immediately added as everyone laughed.

"Don't tell me he didn't give me reason to smack him!" the redhead replied, amusedly. "If you really care, I decided to forget who rode that perfect broom!"

The others kept laughing skeptically; William exclaimed "as much as I am the Minister of Magic!"

"You and Harry will end up together some day!" Vicky declared perkily, sounding absolutely sure of herself.

This time it was Ginny giggling.

"Do you already follow Divination courses, Vic?" Ritchie asked, amusedly, "I thought they only start in September!"

"Nah, but I feel it"

No one would have imagined that Vicky's feelings would turn out to be so truthful one day...

"Let's go down to the game, come on," said Demelza, looking at the half-empty Great Hall, "I don't want to miss even a moment of this match, especially if there's a Firebolt in the field!"

"Yes, ma'am!" Christopher consented theatrically.

-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-

It's was as if the Gryffindors had already won the Quidditch Cup.

With the Firebolt in the field, Gryffindors had beaten the Ravenclaws without a doubt: the celebrations immediately began at the end of the game and continued throughout the night. Harry had managed to snatch the Golden Snitch from the hands of a certain Cho Chang, Ravenclaw Seeker, thus giving the red-golds something to rejoice for so many boring days.

During the celebrations, little Weasley took a little of everything, starting with the sweets and finishing with Butterbeer. She and her friends were still discussing the game, while Colin and William stuck with the butterbeers, starting to mumble when they talked, and swayed slightly from side to side when they walked, which everyone found amusing.

"If only we could get hold of Colin's camera!" Chris snorted, watching the device swing around his friend's neck.

"What an idiot ..." Vicky hilariously commented, watching them drink again.

Ginny chuckled and took another sip of her Butterbeer, then lowering the mug as she saw a flash of bushy hair running past them: a desperate Hermione ran towards the girls' dorm with tears in her eyes and the girl had no doubt about who was guilty of that.

"Where are you going?" Demelza asked as Ginny walked away from them.

"I'll be right back!" she answered and ran to the third-year girls' dorm room.

She did not want to disturb Hermione, but she was sure that at this moment, the girl, for as strong as she was, needed another girl for company, a friend she could count on right now who could help her. Ginny opened the dormitory door and, as expected, Hermione was in desperate sobs. Little Weasley pitied the scene, and looked mortified to be intruding…

"H-hi, Ginny ..." Hermione murmured, her voice shaking, "how's the party down there?"

"Hermione, please ... it was Ron who made you cry, wasn't it?" the girl asked, approaching her. "He does it without realizing it, no feelings at all, boys..." she added in a practical tone of someone that knows a lot, because about guys she really meant she knows a lot, thanks to her brothers, "you mustn't feel bad because of him"

"Your brother hates me! He hates me because Crookshanks ate Scabbers!" Hermione exclaimed, crying on Ginny's shoulder, who tried to console her. "Oh, how stupid am I, I'm sorry, but, but I love him ..."

Ginny felt even worse for Hermione, and a painful knot stopped in her throat as she stroked her hairy bush. "And what about Harry?" she asked her, trying to keep a firm tone.

"I have a lot of homework to do and we hardly ever see each other, we talk to each other, but he stays with Ron..."

"Everything will be fine, they love you too. I confess that my brother has been waiting for the whole summer to be at Leaky Cauldron." Ginny encouraged her and a sincere smile alighted Hermione's lips, wiping away her tears.

"Go and enjoy the party," she finally said.

It really took a long time for Ginny to be convinced to return to the party, but the girl just did not have the heart to leave Hermione alone. In the end, however, she had to admit that it was easier to ride a Hippogriff than to persuade the girl to go down with her, so Ginny, defeated, returned to the party and took another glass of butterbeer, hoping that the knot in her throat would melt a little. From that moment on, she was sure that Hermione would always be there for her too when she needed it, and that seemed to cheer her up a lot.

The party continued and continued, until McGonagall, in a Scottish dressing gown, told the Gryffindors to go to bed; and everyone finally started filing out when Percy took up the situation in his hands, not taking no for answers.

"It was a beautiful party," Demelza declared, smiling as she slipped into bed.

"Yeah, and when we have the Quidditch Cup it will be more beautiful!" exclaimed Vicky cheerfully.

"You can say it for sure!" Ginny said. "Good night!"

The girl closed her eyes and as soon as she did she seemed to fall asleep. She was having a brilliant and very strange dream consisting her friends laughing at her every joke, when shouts and noises from the Common Room abruptly pulled her suddenly from sleep, opening her eyes. She felt someone move near her bed and glimpsed a light coming from the spiral staircase.

"Sirius Black!"

"Back in the Tower!"

Alice and Rose's shrieks fully awakened Ginny, who jumped up immediately and rushed down with the crowd to the Common Room, followed by Vicky and Demelza, who almost fell down the stairs to everyone in the hall: they were all gathered around... his brother Ron, who was pale as a rag and shivered heavily. What the hell had happened? What did Sirius Black have to do with it? Had Ron been attacked perhaps? Ginny joined the queue of people, with Demelza trembling at her side.

"Go back upstairs!" shouted an enraged Percy.

"Perce ... Sirius Black ..." Ron said weakly, "in our dorm, with a knife! He woke me up!"

"Nonsense!" the Head Boy exclaimed. "You had too much to eat, Ron, had a nightmare… I tell you…"

"Now really, enough's enough!"

It was Professor McGonagall and she was furious. She slammed the portrait behind her and looked around at them all with a stern air: she seemed about to burst and scream and scold at all the Gryffindors. To be completely honest, Ginny did not know what to think: Ron could not have told such a big lie but that incident was totally far-fetched, if not impossible.

"I'm delighted that Gryffindor won the match, but this is getting ridiculous! Percy, I expected better of you!" McGonagall all but exclaimed.

"I certainly didn't authorize this, professor!" the idolized boy protested, opening his mouth wide, "I was just telling them all to get back to bed! My brother Ron here had a nightmare—"

"IT WASN'T A NIGHTMARE!" Ron roared fiercely. "PROFESSOR, I WOKE UP, AND SIRIUS BLACK WAS STANDING OVER ME HOLDING A KNIFE!"

Ginny winced as McGonagall stared at him in disbelief.

"Don't be rediculous, Weasley, how could he possibly have gotten through the portrait hole?"

"Ask him!" Ron snapped, pointing his finger at the portrait, which the professor approached reluctantly, while the entire Common Room stopped breathing and strained their ears.

"Sir Cadogan, did you let a man come into the Gryffindor Tower?"

"Certainly, good lady!" the knight sounded thrilled.

Everyone in the room looked at each other in horror.

"You ... You did? ... But ... the password?"

"He had them!" said Sir Cadogan proudly, swelling his chest. "He had the whole week's, my lady! Read 'em off a little piece of paper!"

Professor McGonagall returned to the Common Room, she was white as chalk. She looked at them one by one, trembling with rage and said, voice and broken with rage: "Which abysmally foolish person wrote down this week's passwords and left them lying around?"

The most complete silence bored down, broken by the desperate squeaks of Neville Longbottom, who stood right behind Ginny and her friends: under the eyes of the professor, he slowly raised his hand, shaking from head to toe.

Next: Quidditch means harmony

Well, that was the chapter y'all hope you liked it, and ho if you haven't noticed, the one who uploaded it today was Ermory, Hi. Remeber to like and subscribe~.. wait... wrong site, but you get the gits of it.

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