Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Too tired to think up a creative one. I do, however, own Cammie's song.

I promised a new chapter, so here it is. Ugh, high school AGAIN tomorrow… better get used to this – four more years to go. ARGH. This is going to kill me. It's going to send me into a relapse, especially with Algebra II Honors. ARGH!

Ahem. Becki gets the food in the bakery but not ownership… you very nearly cheered me up, but I need hugs. And I think you know the problem with that. XD

The next day was spent sightseeing. Of course, Livy had already seen the sights, seeing as she had lived in Muggle London for about a month after the argument, but that didn't stop her from gazing in wonder at Big Ben and snapping a picture of Cammie and Buckingham Palace (but in front of the gate; tours weren't running that day).

However, all good things must come to an end, and the day after that found Livy and Cammie hurriedly packing up their suitcases. Livy wished several times that she could use magic, but it was out of the question, especially since her wand had been left behind in Chicago and she hadn't quite mastered the art of wandless magic.

"Next stop: Paris, France," Cammie said as the two boarded the Paris-bound plane. Livy breathed a sigh of relief.

We're finally getting away from London and everyone. Finally, she thought.

They were in first class this time – Cammie's pick, way back when the company was planning this – and Livy was slightly dazed at the fancy people in it. They looked very important, except for one little girl who was sitting in the seat across the aisle from Livy. She looked miserable and out of place. Livy smiled at her and the girl looked away.

"Well then," she muttered quietly.

"What?" asked Cammie distractedly. She was busy sipping champagne (nothing but the best for Cammie Wilson) and writing in a little notebook.

"Nothing. What's in the notebook?" Livy asked. Cammie blushed and shut it.

"Just some songs and stuff," she said quietly. "They suck."

"Can I see?" Well, it seemed like a logical progression in the conversation.

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"I'll buy you something when we get there…"

"…fine."

Cammie handed over her notebook and Livy flipped it open to the middle. It was obviously where Cammie had just been writing, as it was incomplete. The page was entitled "Blood Roses".

Prick your finger on a thorn

Soon today you'll all be scorned

Never mind the blood that drips

Never mind the mind that grips

That was the first verse. Livy was impressed.

"Wow, Cam, that's really good!"

She flushed. "You think so?"

"Yeah… if you could write music to this, I'm sure I could get a band to play it," I said. It wasn't a lie – Livy was good friends with Valerie Ann, the lead singer of the band Perspectment. She was sure that they would be willing to do that song. It seemed like their style.

Cammie looked excited now. "Really?"

"Yeah."

She beamed and took the notebook back, starting to write in it again. Livy let her work until the plane started going down.

"Hey, Cam," she said. Cammie straightened up from where she was bent over her notebook.

"Yeah?"

"We're landing."

"Oh." Cammie tucked her notebook back into her bag, along with her pencil. "Thanks."

"No prob."

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The hotel in Paris was even nicer than the one in London. You could practically swim in the pool – it reminded Livy of the Prefects' bathroom back at Hogwarts, minus the taps and extreme amounts of foam and bubbles – and the whole suite was generally huge.

"Wow," Livy whispered. Cammie giggled.

"Liv, hun, you're famous. You're raking in the money with each copy of your $17 hardcover book. I don't care if you were poor as a child, my advice is to get used to these kinds of things. You'll be seeing a lot if it, especially when you write a sequel."

Livy felt her stomach drop. "A…sequel?"

"Yeah, a sequel. You know, a book that comes after another book and ties in with the first book, usually continuing the plot line."

"But…I don't have a sequel planned," Livy said. It wasn't a lie, she hadn't been expecting to write a sequel, but the main problem is that she only wrote to keep her mind off of the magical community. The only reason she got it published is because Cammie made her. And as soon as she got back to Chicago, she was going to go on a nice vacation. Yes, a vacation sounded good, Livy decided. Maybe to Hawaii or some other warm place. Anyway, when she was in Hawaii, she wouldn't have time to write a novel.

"Think of one. It's in the contract."

Livy silently cursed herself. How could she be so stupid as to not read the contract?

"Fine," she heard herself saying. "But not now."

"Of course not now; you're on vacation! You're not supposed to be working!"

"Writing's not work, it's fun," Livy argued. "But I'll have to think of an idea first, so I'll wait."

"Good. So what do you want to do now?"

"What is there to do, Miss Cammie?"

"I don't know. You're the one who was raised in Europe!"

"In England and Scotland, not France. And I really prefer not to be reminded of where I was raised. I didn't leave on the best terms."

"We could go eat," Cammie suggested. Livy shrugged.

"If you want."

In the end, they ate at a nearby café. Livy didn't get recognized at all – she didn't seem to be as popular in Paris – and they generally had a good time. After they were done, they went up to their room and lounged on their beds.

They slept early that night; Livy had a signing tomorrow. The next morning was a buzz of activity and Livy was caught in the middle of it. She found herself wishing desperately that she hadn't forgotten her wand at home when she was attempting to drag the heavy table by herself with very little success. Cammie rolled her eyes and took the other end of the table. Together they carried it to the designated spot. Livy sat down behind it, was handed a new pen, and everyone outside was let in.

It was a smaller crowd this time, but still rather sizable. It was enough to make Livy's stomach jump. She still couldn't get over the fact that she was a world-famous Muggle author from America and that all those people were here to see her. Well, not her, Ginny Weasley, but her, Livy James.

She kept a smile on at all times, even when her cheeks got sore and her muscles started twitching. Well, then she took a break from smiling widely, but she still smiled at least a little at all times. Then a familiar shadow fell over her. She looked up to see the last person she wanted to lay eyes on. Instead of scowling, Livy pasted a fake smile on her face.

"Hello. Your name is Harry, correct?" she asked. He nodded.

"Very good. I see you remember me, Ginny."

Livy forced herself to look around as if to see who and where 'Ginny' was. When she looked back, Harry was raising an eyebrow. She arranged her face in a confused look.

"I'm afraid I don't know who this 'Ginny' is," she said. "Now, please step aside so other people can get through."

He didn't move. "I know it's you, Ginny. You still sound like yourself. Come back; we need you."

"Sir, please step away before I call security," Livy said. She would've done it, too, but he moved out of the way and she had to sign more books. Luckily, they were soon signed and Livy could put down her pen.

The next two signings went similarly, with Harry coming and bugging the crap out of her and Cammie questioning her after it.

The fourth signing was on a rare bright and sunny day in Scotland. She hadn't wanted to go to Scotland either, but Cammie had somehow tricked her into going, probably with a pint of Edy's double fudge brownie ice cream. Cammie was sly like that. She could have you doing anything within a few hours.

Anyway, Livy was signing books when HE came up to the table and pushed a book onto it. It was his copy of her photo album. She pushed it back.

"I can't sign this."

"May I ask you a question, Livy?" he asked, leaning close. Before she had a chance to answer, he continued. "Why do you keep denying your identity?"

An idea formed in her mind and she smirked evilly as she quickly pulled away. "No, sir, I will not make out with you in my hotel room!" she said loudly, making sure she looked astonished and disgusted. There was a shocked silence and then the line erupted in whispers.

"But- I didn't-" Harry stuttered as a security guard grabbed him.

"Wait!" Livy called, making a life-changing decision. "Leave him here. I want to talk to him." The security guard nodded and Livy returned to signing books, although she was slightly pissed now. An hour later, she was done.

"All right, I can handle him from here," Livy said to the security guard, who let Harry go while mumbling protests. Livy waved everyone away. She turned to Cammie. "Where can he and I go where we won't be disturbed and there's not even a slight chance I'll be recognized?"

Cammie shrugged. "With both of those conditions? Nowhere."

"Nowhere?"

"Well, if you're desperate, you can take him to our room while I go shopping."

"Thank you," said Livy. Cammie waved it away with a flick of her hand.

"No problem. What I don't get is why you want to talk to that scrawny, annoying guy. He's done nothing but annoy you."

"I want to know why he calls me 'Ginny'." Livy walked over to where Harry was flipping through a copy of her book. "Oi, Scarboy! C'mon, we're going back to my place!"

Harry put the book back on the display and turned around slowly. "So it is you."

"I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about, but we'll discuss it when we get back to the room."

He followed her out and to her hotel. This time, it was just a regular room with two beds, a chair, a TV, and a bathroom. It was quite small, but that's how Livy liked it. She climbed onto a bed and sat against the pillows. Harry sat on the chair.

"So, where's your scar, Potter?" was the first thing that came to her mind. He smiled.

"So it is you," he repeated. "You're Ginny."

"Maybe. Or maybe I'm some rabid fan of yours impersonating her so you would talk to me."

"Ginny, it's so good to see you again," he said, which seemed to be an odd thing to say to her statement. "Can I see you as… you?"

Livy shook her head. "Impossible."

"Why?"

"My wand's in my apartment and the charms only work if I use my wand. I'm not going back home to get it, either. You never answered my question, Potter. Where's your scar? And how can you be out and traveling?"

"My scar mostly faded when Voldemort retreated in the battle last year. He's not gone, but he's not all-powerful either. And I used a concealing charm on the rest of it. I think that covers your second question, too. My turn. What made you write?"

"Getting away. I needed some way of keeping my mind off things. Making up an alternate magic world was fun while it lasted, but now I've gotten over it. Well, until you came. How did you recognize me when Hermione and Rom didn't? I mean, Hermione was my best friend and Ron is my brother!"

"And I was your boyfriend," Harry said quietly. "I knew you as well as, if not better than, anyone else. He smiled. "Plus, how could I forget that mouth? Made for kissing, it was. Still is, I guess."

Livy shook her head. "For one thing, let me remind you that I am not your girlfriend anymore, as of the end of my fifth year, my name's not Ginny anymore, and that you were the reason I left England and that whole world. So don't you dare say you knew me better than anyone else. If you did, you wouldn't have suggested dealing with that blasted diary again. Furthermore, Cammie saw my photo album and I told her that red-haired Ginny was my sister and that you were her boyfriend. I also told her that you two were dead."

"What?" Harry exploded. "You told her I – we – were dead? Why?"

"Because it was the only thing that I could have possibly said that would have shut her up."

"What was she not shutting up about?"

"I was crying."

"Why?" Harry asked.

"Because," Livy answered as if that explained everything.

"Because why?"

Because I felt like it," Livy said sarcastically. "Because I missed my old life!"

"Come back then!" Harry exclaimed. "We all miss you. Your mom still cries over you. She feels responsible for you leaving."

"Come back to what?" People who betrayed me? And why would I leave this life? I'm the author of a best-selling book! I've got more money now than I've ever had. I have a good Muggle life. Why would I throw it all away?"

"Why? Because you long for your old life. You miss your family, your friends, and your home. You're not happy with this life."

"Potter, don't you dare tell me if I'm happy or not. You're out of line and you know it." Her voice was a deadly whisper.

"It's true, then. You want to go back."

"It's not. At least here, nobody's betrayed me! Here, I have friends I can actually trust, which is more than I can say for your world!"

"It was your world too! It still is your world!"

Ginny stared at him for a second, and then hopped off the bed. "Excuse me. Cammie's at the door; you should go unless you want awkward questions. And don't you dare Obliviate her."

"I wasn't planning on it. Here, I'll go, but expect to see me soon."

Livy snorted. "You sound like a fucking stalker, you know that?"

"We're still at Headquarters, if you ever need anything."

"No idea what you're talking about, Harry."

He sighed. "Of course you don't, Ginny."

"It's Livy."

"Of course it is, Ginny. Good night."

And with that, he opened the door, held it open for Cammie, and stepped through. "Ta."

"Wait!" Livy called. Harry stopped and turned around.

"Yes, Livy?"

"You can't tell anyone you saw me. Nobody can know. Not Mum, not Dad, not Ron or Hermione, not Gred or Forge. Percy can go screw himself, but you can't tell anyone," Livy pleaded. Cammie looked confused.

"Livy, what-?"

"Livy, you can't expect me to keep something like this from them! It's been five years; I can't just keep quiet!"

"You can and you will," Livy hissed, stepping out into the hall. "Or I will curse you into next year. I haven't forgotten how. Practice "

Harry sighed. "Great, look what you did. Now I have to Obliviate her."

"Why? Plenty of Muggles know about us."

"I thought you didn't want her to know."

"I don't, but she has to now that you've come and fucked up my life. She's not going to let it go until I go crazy or die, one of the two. So I'm going to tell her."

He exhaled in a hiss. "Fine, have fun. You know where to find me. And don't blame me when she kicks you out of whatever deal you have with her."

"She is just a friend. And she will keep it a secret."

"I'll trust you on that, Gin- er, Livy. Good luck."

Harry turned around and continued on his way out of the hotel. Once he was out of sight, Livy could hear a faint POP and smiled, knowing he Apparated. She turned back to Cammie, who was staring at her. Livy smiled weakly.

"Uhm… I think I have some explaining to do…"