𝘋𝘈𝘕𝘊𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘞𝘐𝘛𝘏 𝘖𝘜𝘙 𝘏𝘈𝘕𝘋𝘚 𝘛𝘐𝘌𝘋/𝘵𝘰𝘮 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦 (English version)

Chapter 22

The Burrow was now full,the Weasleys were hosting some of Ron's friends with great pleasure, having watched them grow as if they were their own children. 
That day, they all woke up earlier than usual, going down to the kitchen very early to start the day with a big breakfast together. 
There was only one person missing from the table, and everyone hoped to see her come down the stairs of the house. 
Sarah was lying on the bed that had been added in Ginny's room. 
She stared absentmindedly at the wooden ceiling, lost in thought. 
The summer air was becoming less and less noticeable, and the light morning chill sent shivers down her body.
She sighed, pulling the sheets over her head, hiding her tired and aching body. 
She had spent the night tossing and turning, unable to find a comfortable position. She had been sleeping there for days, abandoning the cozy bed of her home in Naples. 
Her family had tried to keep her with them for as long as possible, but they had failed miserably, as the only thing the girl wanted to do was run away as quickly as possible. 
She could feel their eyes on her every second of the day, as if they were trying to understand what was going on in her mind. 
For the first time in years, she felt like a stranger in that place, as if everything they had done for the past sixteen years had been erased in no time. 
She had argued with them before leaving. The Settimini family would have preferred to extend her stay in Naples to avoid her return to Hogwarts due to the events of the previous year, but Sarah hadn't reacted well. She had packed her things into the first suitcase she could find and left the city shortly after. 
She hadn't heard from them since, and she preferred it that way. 
For the girl, it had been the worst summer ever, especially compared to the previous one when she had spent part of the time with Sirius. 
She looked at the pictures they had taken together every day, trying to remember every detail of what they had done on a particular occasion. 
But now everything was gone, and Sarah was facing an immense pain, the grief.

The sheets flew off her body, making her squeeze her eyes shut because of the sun now streaming through the open window. 

"Wake up, sleepyhead! We're waiting for you." 
Molly Weasley, Ron's mother, was looking at her with an amused smile. Everyone in that house had tried to do something for her, just like they had for Harry. 
Somehow, the boy seemed to handle things differently, trying to see the glass half full. 
But Sarah had emptied the glass voluntarily; she didn't want to forget or get over it so quickly. 
"I'm coming," she murmured, getting up slowly. 
She grabbed a light sweatshirt Fred had lent her and went down the stairs of The Burrow. 
Her footsteps grew louder, catching the attention of everyone. 
She sat at the table without looking at anyone, only whispering a simple, "Good morning." 
She ate slowly, occasionally glancing at everyone around her. 
They were chatting among themselves, talking about school, about the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who was already familiar to Harry, but Sarah listened passively, moving the apple tart around on her plate. 
A loud noise made everyone turn toward the window, the Weasleys' owl had brought some letters. 
Ron stood up, took them, and handed them to all the students still attending Hogwarts. 
"The usual, more books!" 
The redhead said, handing the letter to his mother. 
But from it, the prefect badge fell out,Ron and Hermione would continue to hold that position for their sixth year. 
The redhead handed Sarah some more letters. 
"They're for you." 
She took them and immediately looked at the senders: 
Pansy Parkinson 
Theo Nott 
Blaise Zabini 
Enzo Berkshire 
Mattheo Riddle 
Settimini 

She quickly stood up from the chair and, excusing herself, went outside to read them alone. 
Draco and Tom were missing; it wasn't a surprise to her. 
Draco was perhaps the last person Sarah wanted to see after the fight at the Ministry with Lucius. 
As for Tom, it clearly hurt her. 
In the previous years, the two had built something special, according to everyone. 
They loved spending their evenings together, even just reading, not talking, but simply keeping each other company. 
Sarah clearly had a crush on him, which had grown after the Yule Ball in fourth year when, to everyone's surprise, they had entered the hall together. 
They weren't dating—Tom hated such things, according to him. But they weren't indifferent to each other, quite the opposite. 
Sarah hadn't responded to anyone all summer, but despite that, they kept writing to her.