Hey, it's Helena, since Ermory is out of internet on a summer family visit. Well, we're yet again almost late for the update and we've kinda discovered that both of us have terrible work ethics.

Anyway, enjoy the chapter!

Disclaimer: We don't own any of this- the plot and characters and some dialogues and descriptions belong to JK Rowling, while the original story is written by EmPotter. We just translate and edit.

The original story can be found in Italian on EFPfanfic, named 'Sono Ginny Weasley, e questa è la mia storia'

Quidditch means harmony

Morning finally came, and the scared students could talk about nothing but, yet again, the escape, of Sirius Black. As Ginny walked around the castle hearing the topic for what seemed like the umpteenth time, signs of much tighter security could be seen all around: Professor Flitwick has taught the gates to recognize Sirius Black from a large photograph taken from the Prophet; Filch would not stop running up and down the castle, with his cat trotting at his side, shouting at the students. Ritchie, scandalized, declared that the old caretaker is acting as if it's one of the students who let the prisoner get away; also, the Fat Lady has returned to her portrait. The positive side of this was that the Gryffindors no longer had Sir Cadogan at the back of their necks, but the fact that the Fat Lady had requested special protection was quite the downside. Grumpy trolls marched alongside the portraits, mostly spending time comparing the length of their clubs.

"Here's something to laugh about! They don't have anything to hit so they compared the clubs!" Christopher exclaimed, suddenly target to a series of hysterical giggles in the Great Hall during breakfast, and his friends almost even chocked on their food. Ginny was sure that Chris had made half of the Gryffindor table turn around with that bizarrely random and amusing statement.

"Don't scream like that, now everyone's looking at us!" Vicky hissed, obviously angry, while looking around.

At the first light of dawn, Ginny, her friends, in addition to the twins and Lee Jordan, had approached Ron about the details of events from last night, and the story has, to say the least, sent shudders down their spines.

"I had been sleeping, then I a noise, like something that tore, and I thought it was obviously a dream ..." Ron had recited, with dramatic emphasis in his tone, "but it wasn't, because I woke up and one side of the curtain on my bed was gone ... I turned and saw him standing over me … Sirius Black was like a skeleton, with loads of dirty hair ... " while he started to mimic a skeleton and the mass of filthy hair, "and he was holding a very long knife, at least twelve inches … he looked at me and I looked at him, then I screamed and he scampered."

But the question everyone had asked was: why?

Why did he have to enter the Gryffindor Tower again? What was he looking for from the Tower so important that he could risk being thrown back in Azkaban? Unless ... no, Harry had nothing to do with it. Or perhaps he did? Ginny kept repeating the same questions futilely, without a hope of fathoming an answer. Why didn't Sirius Black silence Ron to stop him from waking up the entire tower or, worse yet, the entire castle? Maybe because he hadn't found what he was looking for and Ron had acted before he could react ... maybe otherwise ...

In the following days, the voices did not subside, and now the news of Sirius Black's escape was in public domain: the students did not know what else to talk about and continued to make a thousand guesses about how Black could have penetrated the castle—again. However, in the meantime, the next game of Quidditch against the Slytherins was also drawing more and more attention, as the date for the game that would decide the winner of Quidditch Cup approaches.

*-.*-.*-.*

"Chris, I already told you!" Vicky was protesting, two days after the fugitive's intrusion into the castle, as she and her friends walked down to the Great Hall for breakfast. "The Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw girls went to her brother" she said gesturing towards Ginny, "asking him to tell them about all the details of what happened when Sirius Black was about to attack him, a little bit like we all did, and now they're all boasting that they've met Harry Potter, you know?"

"Who's boasting?" Ginny poked her head between them, suddenly very interested. She wasn't following the conversation at all, but the name of Harry Potter had sufficed to draw her attention immediately.

"The Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw girls from our year" Vicky replied promptly.

"In front of you, Red Head" Ritchie pointed at them with his left index finger before Vicky slapped his hand, hissing something about never pointing to people.

Ginny looked closely at her three Hufflepuff classmates from Herbology, and two Ravenclaws, and found herself thinking, for the umpteenth time since she had known them, that it really was lucky for her and unlucky for them that Harry was not interested in any of those girls, because all of them were really pretty. Colin seemed to be thinking along the same lines: he had never been so quiet in all his life.

"You know, I'm with them when I'm not with you guys," explained the blonde, "and ... yes, Colin, I know those two Ravenclaw girls who seem to particularly attract your attention."

Colin chuckled, and so did Ginny. "Of course she does!" the redhead said, nudging her friend.

"Those are busy there staring," Christopher cut short.

"And at whom?"

"At me of course!"

Colin burst out laughing, and William exclaimed brightly: "Cause you've a horn on your head!"

"drop it, you three, what were you saying, Vic?" urged Ritchie, who had also been particularly silent all the way and at that moment seemed rather curious. Demelza, on the other hand, plunged her head deeper into a heavy library book, though the place would never allow the silence for concentration, but sometimes, well, her thirst for knowledge went beyond mundane trifles of the school corridor.

"I was saying that I know almost all of them from last year because of my family." Vicky continued, seeming quite satisfied that someone would listen to her for so long. "They are mostly purebloods and those I have known for a long time have parents in the Ministry, like mine."

"And you know the boys too?" Ginny asked curiously. Christopher and William began to make squealing sounds, talking like high-pitched little girls and Demelza silenced them by hitting the large library book in their heads.

"Only those Hufflepuffs because they are in class with us," the blonde replied, "and some older Ravenclaws."

Ginny was opening her mouth to say something, but was interrupted suddenly by a small terrified cry of anguish, coming from the Gryffindor table in the Great hall. Arching her eyebrows with a look of agreement among her friends, Ginny quickened her steps to follow Vicky, who, the redhead was sure, was ready to run towards anything happening, for her curiosity; Colin immediately started talking rapidly about the fact that the cry was definitely inhuman. They were only a few yards from the Great Hall when ... bam: Neville Longbottom was practically on top of Ginny, who almost fell to the ground. He held a steaming, scarlet envelope in his hands, an envelope Ginny never wished to receive in her life. Neville was holding the Howler.

"S-sorry!" the boy stammered loudly.

"Don't worry..." Ginny began cordially, but a shriek covered her words. She could see many first years' jaws dropping, who were probably Muggle-born, or had just never seen a Howler in action; everyone else, of course, had witnessed her brother's fiasco last year.

"NEVILLE, IN THE NAME OF THE GOD, HOW CAN YOU WRITE THE PASSWORDS ON A SHEET FOR THEN TO LOSE IT?" Neville's grandmother was furious, her echoing inside the Entrance Hall. Ginny, if she were in Neville's place, would have died of shame. There was a grave silence in the corridor, and if it had not been for the mad screams of Neville's grandmother, a pin drop would have been heard. "A PERFECTLY IDIOTIC THING TO DO!"

Neville whimpered, trying to creep into the crowd and escape.

"YOU COULD HAVE KILLED YOUR FRIENDS!" Mrs. Longbottom was not about to give up so quickly and Neville, whining even more, was now pushing everyone in order to pass, throwing a hazarded look at Ginny and others present—some of whom under the grip of a crisis of giggles—and ran away with his grandmother's voice unfading. "YOU HAVE BROUGHT SHAME TO OUR ENTIRE FAMILY! YOU COULD HAVE BEEN GUILTY OF THE MURDER OF ONE OF YOUR..."

"... friend" Chris finished, with hilarity. The crowd was gradually dispersed now that Neville had left with the Howler, even though many people still stood stunned in the Entrance Hall.

Ginny was too busy pitying Neville Longbottom to talk.

"What a day for that boy," said William, breaking that stifling silence. "Should we go?" he added.

"Yeah, come on," Ritchie urged them as Colin, arm-in-arm with Vic, made her spill the names of the Ravenclaw girls.

"I would not want to be him; did you see what a grandmother made him look like?" Christopher said with a shudder, entering the Great Hall. The Slytherins held their stomach with laughter and anyone could have guessed why.

Ginny sighed, feeling endlessly sorry for Neville. "But ... why always him?"

*-.*-.*-.*

The days passed and Sirius Black's, or Ron's, or Neville Longbottom's escape was no longer the top topic of conversation, much to the relief of the latter, who had told Ginny that he had never been so sad in all his life. Ginny, who trying to comfort him, had indeed said that nobody would care after a short while and so it was. Neville had ran to her, risking tripping over his cloak, and had told her that he had been forgiven by her grandmother.

That evening, the Gryffindor Common Room was in jubilation: it was the night before the Quidditch match.

"I cannot concentrate with all this noise!" Demelza shouted, slamming her book shut with a bang. That evening, the Weasley twins were more prone to instill chaos than ever (and more inclined to involve everyone in that sort of pre-game party) and that really was a great misfortune for Demelza, who was seriously trying to focus on the topic of Witch Hangings.

Ginny had been tempted by Fred and George but she really had to start the essay herself.

"Demelza is absolutely right, I'll do it tomorrow," Christopher said, catching the excuse immediately and started packing up his stuff, "let's go and enjoy the party! Will, Ritchie ... Colin, are we going?" he urged, throwing his bag away.

"Coming!" William replied, obviously could not wait; Ritchie also immediately put his stuff away.

The boys joined the mob of the crowd.

"Girls, aren't you coming?" Colin asked, stopping before creeping into the Gryffindor party. "The atmosphere here is incredible, it's not time to study! Really Ginny, I never expected this from you, I mean, let's go have fun!"

Ginny was tempted for the second time, but under the accusing glare of Demelza, she remained in her place, almost sending Colin to go enjoy himself but he continued to insist. Vicky had already disappeared from the Common Room because she was far behind with homework and Ginny would have to do the same; but the atmosphere was, as Colin had said, incredible, even if she had to do her homework she wouldn't have missed this in the world, that little party. The important thing was that Demelza managed to care about that damned subject so that she could pass it on to her.

"Demelza..." the redhead started, half an hour later as she watched William take a sip of butterbeer from a fifth-year-old boy, who looked like he was not going to sleep so early.

"DO YOU KNOW WHAT THE GOBLIN SAID?" George shouted to the giggling crowd.

"Demelza" Ginny repeated, raising her voice pleadingly, "I can't do anything ... can you let me copy your essay?"

She looked scandalized, but later gave it to her.

"You are my saviour!"

The noise was not the only reason Ginny could not do her essay. The truth was that she had no idea how to start it, or what to put in it, also because the essay is on the Boggart... what could she be expected to ever write?

Topic: Boggart.

The Boggarts are mysterious and monstrous creatures that can give you a heart attack at any moment, as it has happened to me, and my friends can confirm the ghostly pallor of my face. You never know if the person you find yourself in front of is a Boggart or the real Tom Riddle, and this causes anxiety, sweating, sudden draining of colours, and as if this was not enough, panic attacks in worse cases.

End.

Ps: I thank Professor Remus Lupin for understanding my many symptoms at the sight of a Boggart.

It would have been a really interesting essay, an essay that deserved a full 0.

"But are you sure you want to copy from mine?" Demelza asked shyly, trying not to look her friend in the eye. "Well, my essay ends... differently, in some respects..." she was clearly uncomfortable and Ginny did not want to put her in trouble.

"Don't worry" the girl reassured her, with a smile, "I'll say that T-Tom Riddle was a guy who always made fun of me and that ... he was a friend of my brother and that I ... I hated him to death, so I justify my fear," the redhead concluded.

"Oh, Ginny, I don't think that will work," said Demelza, looking at her in the eyes, "Professor Lupin is a smart man and he will have asked McGonagall for information, I'm almost certain!"

"Can you pretend to be on my side at least for once?" Ginny snapped, with growing anger.

"I'm just worried about you!" Demelza's voice was cracked.

"I'll manage," Ginny cut short impatiently.

Demelza looked at her darkly, then sadly turned her shoulders and climbed upstairs. Ginny, in spite of the chaos, was angry with herself and found herself once again thinking she had been a little grumpy with a person as sensitive as she was, but she wasn't intelligent like Demelza was, she could not contain her anger. It was only when Fred and George began to stuff her sweets and the Gryffindor Quidditch captain yelled "team, to bed!" that Ginny joined her friends in the dorm.

*-.*-.*-.*

On the day of the game, Ginny and Demelza were both extremely formal with each other, which Ginny could not bear because even curtly asking her to pass the juice jug was embarrassing. Moreover, each of them wanted to have a conversation for longer than five exchanges ... with little success, unfortunately. That morning, the situation was like:

"Can you pass that jug, please?"

"To me, you were saying?"

"Yup..."

"Ah"

"C-can you pass it, please?"

"Sure!"

"Thank you"

"T-that's nothing"

"Yup..."

"Ok..."

The others could not begin to understand anything and threw terrified glances at the two girls, as if they were both particularly out of their minds. And that was precisely the impression they made on the boys. If Ginny could have read their minds she would surely see everyone thinking the same thing: the psychiatric ward of St. Mungo was the only solution.

That morning was also that morning! The morning of the Quidditch game! Why the hell had Ginny had flung herself at Demelza, last night of all nights? This morning they should be together as always, even more than usual, to cheer ... but no. Because the redhead had always been impulsive, and had ruined everything.

"Harry Potter has a Firebolt, Ritchie, a Firebolt," Vicky repeated, excited as ever, "don't you think... oh don't you understand, the cup will be ours, you know, the cup will really be ours by the end of the morning!"

"It seems to me the least!" Ritchie replied, although sounding not so caught up with joy.

"I cannot wait for the game to start"

"I want to see the Firebolt dart in the field!"

"I want to see the team holding the cup under the Slytherins' noses!"

The boys burst out laughing, except for Christopher and Colin, who had left the conversation to talk about girls instead, since Quidditch really didn't matter to them, despite loving to watch the games. Ginny was still laughing when she managed to say, "But first, I would want to see Harry waving the Snitch under Malfoy's nose!"

Demelza was the first to laugh at this, then nodded, having gone all purple.

"That will be the first thing we'll see, of course," said William, amused, in all his royal haughtiness. Ginny vividly thought that her dark-haired friend with the grey eyes was really a guy to fall for, especially when the corners of his mouth were rippled in a smile... but all those thoughts were driven away as soon as Harry Potter entered Great Hall, with Ron, Hermione and the rest of the team trotting at his side, greeted by a thunderous applause.

Christopher managed a glance behind his head.

"What is the...?" Colin said, disoriented. "Oh, it's Harry!" he added with a shriek and joined the applause.

Ginny and the others also joined in the long applause, and the girl watched a smiling Harry glancing at the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw table, then pass them at the sneering Slytherins. Malfoy, looking at them as if he wanted to kill them on the spot, was paler than usual: he looked almost greenish, perhaps from his nervousness.

You deserve it, thought the redhead with a big smile.

The rest of the breakfast passed in the best way possible, and with Harry a few feet away from her, Ginny could not even swallow a slice of toast while watching him receive advice from Oliver Wood, the team captain. When everyone had finished their breakfast, they got up and Ginny urged their friends to make a move because she wanted to follow the whole team out of the Great Hall and, to tell the truth, especially Harry.

"Stop the hormones, Red Head ... I'm stuck!" shouted Christopher, starting to laugh hysterically. Ritchie came back a moment and pulled him with all his strength, before following the mass directly to the stands, as Chris shouted to go slower and cursed in Ancient Runes.

"Good luck, Harry!" a really pretty girl shouted and Ginny turned to look at her as she rose from the Ravenclaw table. Certainly she had seen her from somewhere but didn't remember where: shorter than Harry by at least a head, with Asian features, dark almond eyes, straight black hair, and a physique ... Quidditch! That's where she had seen her, the girl: she was the Ravenclaw Seeker. Hence she was also ...

"... the girl that Harry absolutely refused knocking off her broom?" Vic asked suddenly, staring at her interestedly.

Yes, that's right, Ginny thought with anger bubbling up in her stomach.

Demelza gave Vicky an elbow in the ribs. "Let's move, come on," she said, trying to distract her.

"Who was that?" Colin asked, looking back at her as Chris, William and Ritchie tried to keep up with the team, far ahead of the others. "Did you see how Harry smiled, is he dating her?" "I don't think her height fits, no, not in any way! Harry needs a red-haired girl with brown eyes!"

"Oh, who was that?" the red all but roared, interrupting Colin despite the pleasing images aroused in her head—she's still on an empty stomach, of course she's not perfectly happy.

Vicky seemed to realize the umpteenth threatening glare that Ginny sent in her direction, so hastened to say: "I will investigate, I promise ... But you will ..."

Kill her when the chance comes to you?

"... kill her only when you find out what she's got with your Harry," Vicky completed, with a wink.

A condition seemed to catch Ginny, "and so be it!" she retorted perkily.

With a knowing look between Demelza and Colin, they both walked away.

*-.*-.*-.*

Gryffindor was in the lead eighty to twenty.

The crowd was caught with all the breath in their throats, and Ginny screamed again and again Harry's name: If the boy captures the Golden Snitch quickly, before that snake of a Malfoy, the Cup would have gone to the Gryffindors.

Suddenly, the Firebolt abruptly changed direction and Ginny turned to see Harry chasing Malfoy, who was smirking triumphantly because the Snitch was a mere dozen feet from him. But Harry did not give up: flattened on the glittering broomstick, he and accelerated, and ... swooped down on the Golden Snitch.

The crowd was in turmoil: they had won the Quidditch Cup.

"WE WON! WE WON THE CUP!" someone shrieked.

"THE LION CUP!"

"GRYFFINDOR WON! WE WON!"

Ginny shrieked with the others and poured into the field, following Colin, his camera continuously flashing away. Everyone embraced triumphantly: the Cup was in the hands of the team. There was Hagrid roaring, there was Percy, all dignity forgotten, jumping up and down like a madman, there was McGonagall who sobbed like never before, there was the team that laughed and cried at the same time, and there were Ron and Hermione, simply beaming at Harry. There were Christopher, William and Ritchie, doing a kind of ballet under for the euphoria, there was Colin snapping pictures while jumping right and left, there were Vicky and Demelza hugging each other and ... Ginny literally flew at her friends but first of all she squeezed Demelza, screaming out her apologies.

"I'm so sorry, but we won, but I'm sorry, but the cup is ours!" shouted Ginny, logic lost as the Slytherins lost the cup.

"I love you!" Demelza shrieked in tears.

"Me too!" Ginny returned.

And yes, yes: it should be said that Quidditch really was a good medicine against attacks of sadness, anger or sudden pouting, and a great excuse to make peace with a person you're in a long fight with, but what both the girls learnt from that day was that the word 'Quidditch' meant just harmony.

There's the chapter, hope you enjoyed it! We're almost at the end of the book- now it suddenly hits me that all the time turner business won't be here... that's a shame.

Welp, what do you think? Like the story? Please review and tell us! Until then, see you next week!

~Helena H. (editor)

Translator and owner of the account and my favorite Italian cheesy Hufflepuff who actually has a much better work ethic than me: Ermory

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