Thanks for the reviews! Here's Chapter 5! Hope you enjoy it, as much as I enjoyed writing this chapter.

(KD) Keating's Disciple

"Talking"

'Thinking'

(Setting, Place)

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Sailor Moon or Harry Potter; they belong to Takeuchi Naoko and J.K. Rowling.

MEMORIES OF YOU
CHAPTER 5: Carrousel Cake
"Oh Hermione!" Serenity exclaimed, hugging the girl again. "You're an angel, Hermione! Thank you … I'm really glad I met you."

The brown-haired girl smiled as she returned the hug. "I'm glad I met you too, Ser …"

Hermione said, giving Ginny a wink over Serenity's shoulder.

Ginny, who was conversing with Peggy, saw Hermione wink. She smiled at her muggle friend; she knew Hermione had a plan.

'Actually, I'm glad I met you AGAIN, Serena …' Hermione thought smilingly, hugging the lady artist.

( 3:31 PM, Same day still

Tate Gallery

3rd Kingsland Road, London )

While Hermione and Ginny were doing their shopping on Primrose Street, Ron wandered around the outskirts of Camden Town. Like Harry, he never really was the shopping person—just buying what they needed to buy at the nearest store on Wandsworth Road.

So, Ron just asked the two girls to buy something for him in Camden Town. He couldn't stand to walk around in that merchandise zone, check every shop one would see, and still end up carrying the shopping bags of Hermione and his younger sister.

Right now, Ron Weasley was in heaven.

'This is the life!' mused Ron, as he continued to munch the star-shaped chocolate cream truffles in his small paper plate, while viewing other food carvings on the stands.

He wouldn't want to be in any other place, particularly in Camden Town. Presently, Ron was truly having a great time—viewing and eating the food carvings at Tate Gallery.

Half an hour ago, he was just dallying around, looking at stuff here and there. Then suddenly, someone handed him a flyer announcing that it was the closing day of the food sculpture exhibit at a gallery on Kingsland Road. People were invited to come not just to have a final view of the edible sculptures, but be able to taste them as well. And Kingsland Road was just located beside Camden Town.

Oh boy, what a lucky day! Ron thanked the heavens and immediately scuttled towards the gallery on Kingsland Road, where the culmination was being held.

And at the moment, the red head had just finished his tenth chocolate cream truffle. His food-sculpture-eating-galore was just beginning. He hadn't tasted yet the duck-shaped apple pies or the mini carrousel chocolate mousse cakes.

Ron finally decided to try the apple pie first. He marched towards the stand where all animal form pastries and goodies could be found. He took a small knife from the stand and started slicing a small portion of the scrumptious pie.

He was about to take a bite of the pastry, when suddenly someone spoke to him.

"Enjoying the exhibit so far?" asked a tall guy with dark brown hair, dark blue eyes, and a camera hanging down his neck.

Ron smiled at the guy. "Oh yes! Very much! How about you?" he said, taking a bite of his pie.

The guy with the camera grinned. "Well, yes, I'm enjoying it…but not as much as you seem to be. I went here mainly because some of the chefs here are my friends…and they asked me to take some pictures of the final day of the exhibit. Sort of a payback for all the food that I hoarded from their kitchen, whenever I dropped by. Oh, by the way, I'm David Morgan," he said extending his right hand.

The red head wiped his right hand with a tissue and smiled goofily. "Ronald Weasley. But please, call me 'Ron'," he introduced, shaking the hand of the guy.

"Nice to meet you, Ron," said David smilingly before eating his tart again.

"So, David, you are a photographer?" inquired Ron pointing at the camera draped around the guy's neck.

The blue-eyed guy nodded as he continued to chew his food.

"Wow, that's great!" praised Ginny's brother.

"Yes, it is," answered David, "But actually, I'm not a food photographer. I'm a fashion photographer for magazines, catalogs and some modeling shows."

"So … that means you get to see many beautiful women, BOTH clothed and naked, eh?" Ron asked with playful smirk.

"Haha!" the blue-eyed photographer chortled, "Hmm, well actually, yeah … kind of. But the almost naked girls we shoot are very professional, very skilled in posing and projecting. So the pictures do come out sophisticated, yet sexy. Not like the shocking, vulgar pictures in Playboy or other men's magazines."

"But of course, David! Your photos will look great … especially if they're tastefully done by a photographer like you," said Ron admiringly.

David smiled widely and responded, "Shocks, Ron! Thanks for telling me that. You know, this tart really tastes good but—"

RING! RING! David Morgan's cell phone rang.

The photographer fished his phone from his pocket and answered it. "Hello, David here. (pause) Uhuh … just wait a sec—"

David looked at Ron and smiled. "I'm sorry Ron, I have to cut our conversation … see you around, okay?" he said.

The red head nodded to him. "Sure, no problem. Nice meeting you, David," he replied.

David smiled again. "You too, Ron!" he told the red head before turning around and answering his phone again.

Ron looked over the pastry stand again and cut another slice of apple pie. He turned around and glanced over the other tables. He caught a glimpse of people swarming around the cake stand. And then—

"AHH!" Ron suddenly yelled, startling the people around him.

"MY CHOCOLATE MOUSSE! Don't you DARE TOUCH THEM!" again he shouted and scurried towards the cake stand, when suddenly—

"AAHHH—Hmmph!" cried Ron as he slipped on the floor.

He didn't notice some icing on the floor so he slipped, hurling his slice of apple pie and paper plate in the air…and landing directly on his face.

People in the gallery started to laugh at him, but Ron didn't mind them at all. He had a mission, and that mission was to save his mini carrousel chocolate mousse cakes from other hungry mouths.

He wiped the remains of apple pie from his face and stood up. He ran towards the table again and pushed his way through the group of people.

"Leave my cake alone! Please let me through!" he yelled to the people in front of him.

The people didn't pay attention; they were too preoccupied in getting their own share of the cakes.

"UGHH! Get out of my way!" Ron cried, pushing his way stubbornly through the crowd, determined to get his cake.

And after about a minute, he finally reached his destination.

"Oh my precious … cakes …" he whispered.

Ron almost had a heart attack when the sight of the empty table came face to face with him. He just stood there, not daring to move.

HE HAD FAILED HIS MISSION.

A concerned staff of the gallery called Ron's attention from behind. "Sir … excuse me. Sir? Are you okay? You slipped there pretty hard…" the male employee said, lightly tapping Ron's shoulder.

Ron turned around slowly and stared at the male employee with red, puffy eyes … tears streaming down his face.

Then he spoke to the male employee. "Is there a-any chance…you…still have those chocolate mousse … c-cakes?"

The male employee smiled sadly at the crying red head. "I'm very sorry, Sir … those were the only chocolate mousse cakes we have. You could try other cakes and—"

"Ron!" David suddenly called, coming up to the red head, "Are you alright?"

Then the photographer turned to the male employee beside them and said, "I'll take care of this. It's okay. This guy is my friend."

"Thank you, Sir," responded the male employee before leaving.

David looked back to the red head. "Hey Ron, what happened to you?" he asked.

Ginny's brother wiped his sweat and tears. "I'm fine, David. Just carried away … I … I slipped while trying to get those chocolate mousse cakes…then I had to fight my way through the crowd swarming around them, only to find out that people had taken all of them … I guess … I was too late …" he answered.

"Hahaha!" chuckled David, shaking his head and patting the red head's shoulder, "Ron, Ron, Ron … you really are a sucker for cakes, aren't you?"

"Haha!" Ron laughed, realizing the stunt he made just to get the chocolate mousse cake. "Well, not really David. I mean, I do love cakes … but I would definitely die for chocolate mousse cake. It's my favorite!"

"Chocolate mousse cake?" questioned David, "Are you telling me, you did all of this for those small chocolate mousse cakes with carrousel design?"

"Well yeah … I tried to. But it's alright … I could get chocolate mousse cake some other time. And right now … I really, really feel stupid…having realized what I've done…" replied Ron with silly grin.

"Ron," David said, "just wait here, okay?"

"Okay," Ron replied, quite puzzled.

David left Ron near the cake stand. After five minutes, the photographer returned carrying a small brown box.

David grinned at Ron and handed him the small brown box. "Ron, my friend … for battling your way through the crowded and slippery path towards your longed destination … I present to you … a whole mini carrousel chocolate mousse cake. Compliments of the chef who made them."

"WHAT?" Ron exclaimed, his blue eyes widening, "Are you kidding?"

"No, I'm not kidding," responded David, "Why not take a look?"

Carefully, Ron took the box and opened it. He gasped; truly inside the box was a whole mini carrousel chocolate mousse cake.

The red head looked up to David and asked, "But how did you … I thought the guy said—"

"The chef who created those carrousel cakes is one of my friends, Ron," explained David, "You see, they still have two extra cakes inside the kitchen … so I asked him if I could get this one for you. By the way, I told him about your little stunt … and he was laughing his head off! He was very glad and flattered to hear that someone would go through all those things just for his cake. It really touched him … I know for sure … his eyes were twinkling when he gave me the cake."

"Really?" asked Ron, still not quite believing what the photographer had just told him.

"Yeah, really," David assured, "Actually he wanted to give this to you personally, but unfortunately, he and the others were still busy in the kitchen."

Ron stared at the photographer and smiled. "Gosh, David! Thank you so much! Please tell your friend that I'm very grateful for this … and it's an honor to be blessed with one of his creations!" he said.

"Your welcome, Ron," said David. Then he noticed that tears were forming in the red head's eyes. "Hey, Ron … don't cry … you now have your cake."

Ron's tears started to fall as he replied, "Well … I'm crying because—"

"Tears of joy?" David asked teasingly.

"Uh … yeah, partly. But actually, I'm shedding tears because…because my butt REALLY, REALLY HURTS," whispered Ron, slightly touching his butt. "Stupid me for slipping on the floor … I didn't notice the icing …"

The young photographer just stared at him for few seconds, and then gave a hearty laugh.

Ron wiped the tearstains on his face and smiled, as David continued to laugh at his antics.

Heck! His butt truly hurt, and he inwardly winced in pain. But it didn't matter now. He had the cake.

RON WEASLEY: MISSION COMPLETE.

( 4: 18 PM

Little Nook Café

Camden Town, London )

"Ughh! He's not answering his phone! This is great … this is just great! I told him to meet us here at 4 o' clock. I even thought that we're the ones who would be late, after all that happened at Peggy's shop. And now … now look! He's not yet here!" complained Hermione, putting down her mobile phone and taking a big gulp of her cold Moccha Java.

Ginny glanced at Hermione and smiled, then laid her eyes again on the paperweight that Serenity bought for her. "Mione, just stay calm. Surely Ron must have gotten hungry and went somewhere to eat. Let's just wait, okay?" she said calmly, touching the birds and nest design of the paperweight.

"I guess you're right. Knowing Ron, he probably did go some place to satisfy his stomach. That guy has an appetite of 12 people!" Hermione said, watching Ginny who was still cradling the paperweight with her hands.

"Haha! That's true, Mione," giggled Ron's younger sister, returning the paperweight in its box. "You know, you still haven't told me about your plan with Serenity and Harry. How are you going to convince Harry to give you his black journal and let Serenity read it?"

"Hmmm, actually…" the muggle witch replied then made a pregnant pause.

Before leaving Golden Memories, Serenity insisted to pay for the glass paperweight that had been broken, and even bought Ginny the paperweight shaped like two birds on a nest. The lady artist also bought two bookends and three bookmarks for Hermione. The Lunarian princess told the two girls that those were her gifts to them, tokens of her gratitude for letting her be their friend.

What the artist didn't know was that, the two girls had already been too happy to meet her. The girls, especially Hermione, had a strong feeling that Serenity Moon IS their friend Serena … and something happened that caused her to lose her memories of them.

But Ginny and Hermione didn't want to press the issue anymore to Serenity, especially since her account of being an artist living in London, was still quite believable. They just have to prove their suspicions right and make Serenity remember them, particularly Harry Potter.

Serenity and Hermione had exchanged mobile numbers so they could contact each other regarding the plan for the exhibit. Telling Harry about the plan was easy; persuading him to let Serenity read his works, much more use them for her paintings … was entirely a different story.

However, Hermione was determined to do everything to get Harry's black notebook and give it to Serenity.

She was willing to take any risks.

"We're not going to convince Harry, Ginny. We're going to steal his journal," Hermione said with a tone of finality, after the long hiatus.

"WHAT! Are you serious, Mione?" Ginny asked with wide eyes.

The brown-haired muggle responded, "Yes, I'm serious, Ginny. You know that Harry won't give us his journal; much more let Serenity read his works. He only asked me to read a couple of his poems before, and that was it! And we can't tell Harry that we might have found Serena and tell that she's alive, especially since we haven't proven it yet. Besides, we could be wrong … I mean … Serenity Moon might just really be the person she said to be, an artist … living here in London. So, in case our suspicions are wrong … we could still help Serenity with her exhibit … by stealing Harry's journal. And, if Serenity is indeed Serena, reading Harry's works could make her remember us … it could make her remember him."

"Okay … but what if Serenity is just really an artist that she claims to be … and not the moon princess that Harry loved … once Harry finds out that his journal is missing, and is being read by someone else … he would really get mad at us," Ginny said worriedly.

Hermione sighed. "Well, Harry doesn't have to know for now … and Serenity just needs to check his writings first. And for her to read and review his works, we need to steal the journal and give it to her. If she likes them, then that would be time we would tell Harry about the plan. It's like taking a picture of someone, but not letting him know it … then you talk to that person and ask permission if you could take his picture … and in case he said 'NO'—it's okay … you've already taken his picture anyway. I know Harry might really get mad at us, but I'm willing to take the risk. Once Harry sees Serenity…surely he wouldn't mind his works being read by her … especially if those poems and stories are actually about her! PLUS … it wouldn't be fun if we don't steal Harry's notebook!" she said with a mischievous smile.

"Oh Mione, you're so wicked!" remarked Ginny. "So, you still believe that Serenity is Serena," she asked.

Hermione beamed at her red head friend, "Of course, I do. How about you? Do you believe that Serenity IS Serena?"

Ginny stared at Hermione and smiled. "I don't just merely believe that she's Serena …

I know and I feel … that she is the friend that we all thought we had lost. I felt it when I hugged her … and when I looked into her eyes … I saw it … the same love and kindness that she had shown me …" she said with much sincerity.

The muggle witch took Ginny's hand and squeezed it tenderly. "We have the same hunch about Serenity, Ginny. And we must hold on to that feeling—we have to make Serenity remember us," she encouraged.

"Remember who?" someone suddenly asked.

The two girls turned to the person who just spoke and was surprised to see Ron, carrying a small brown box; his hair ruffled, and stains of chocolate and icing on his shirt and jacket.

"RON! What happened to you? I thought we told you to meet us here at 4! I was calling you on your phone but you weren't answering!" reprimanded Hermione.

"Wait! Wait! Wait! Okay? Let me sit first," Ron told the girls.

He hobbled towards the table and cautiously laid the small box down. Ginny scooted over to her right and Ron slid in slowly to the armless lounge, slightly touching his buttocks with his left hand for support.

"Aw-aw … aw … aw" murmured Ron while settling himself on the lounge.

"Ron, are you alright? Why do you seem to be … limping?" asked Ginny, after they noticed the weird way his brother was walking.

Ron answered, "I slipped on the floor … and my butt hurts like hell! And I didn't answer my mobile phone because I left it at home … I forgot to tell you I left it at home…"

"You slipped on the floor?" inquired Hermione, "Where have you been?"

Ron sighed tiredly and then smiled goofily. "It's a long story actually," he began, "so I'll tell you the shorter version. Haaa … well … I went to Kingsland Road and visited a gallery, which held a food sculpture exhibit. Today was their last day so … people had the chance to not just see the food carvings, but to eat them as well. And I slipped because, I didn't notice some icing on the floor … when I ran to the cake stand to snatch myself some chocolate mousse cake. Sadly, the people at the cake stand were like a pack of wolves that had peed and marked their territory! And I was too late … all that was left for me were crumbs…"

"So you didn't get your cake," Ginny stated flatly.

"Actually, I did my get cake. I met a guy, a photographer named David Morgan. And the chef who made those cakes was in fact, one of his friends. So David asked his chef friend to give his greatest fan—yours truly … a whole mini carrousel chocolate mousse cake," replied Ron as he opened the brown box and showed them the beautiful cake.

The two girls were speechless; the cake was truly a masterpiece.

"Wow, Ron!" remarked Hermione, "That really looks … incredible."

"Wait until you taste it," Ron said with a grin, "I know it will taste like heaven! I'm telling you … pure bliss! I wouldn't have pushed those people away from me, if it's just your ordinary chocolate mousse cake!"

"What? You pushed people away from you just to get this cake?" Hermione asked; her face unimpressed.

"Yeah! I slipped, I pushed people, I cried…people laughed at me! It was the stupidest thing I did for food, Mione! AND IT WAS ALL WORTH IT!" crowed Ron.

Ginny's left hand was reaching for a chocolate shaving, when—

SLAP!

"OUCH!" Ginny cried, rubbing her left hand that was slapped by her brother. "Ron! Don't tell me you're going to eat all of that!" the younger Weasley whined.

"A-ah-ah!" Ron said, wagging his forefinger in front of Ginny's face. "We are going to eat this at home, together with Harry. Speaking of Harry … do you think he's at home already? And you two … what did you do the whole afternoon? Raid all the shops at Camden Town?" he asked teasingly, switching his gaze from Ginny to Hermione, and back to Ginny again.

"Ohh … we had our own little adventure. Didn't we, Ginny?" Hermione said, looking at Ginny with a furtive smile.

Ginny returned the mischievous smile and answered, "Definitely, Mione. Ron wasn't the only one who got all the thrills …"

"Really?" uttered Ron, "Tell me … what could be more interesting than the chocolate mousse cake escapade I had? And I haven't even told you yet the longer, detailed version. What more could be interesting than that? Shopping for ten pairs of shoes? Buying multicolored mascara?"

"None of the above, Ron," Hermione said smilingly, looking intently at Ron's face.

"Then what?" asked Ron, rather annoyed.

"Seeing Serena," Ginny replied softly, as simple as it sounded to be.

"WHAT!" Ron cried out, causing people to glance at their table.

He shrunk down in his seat, a little embarrassed. "You're kidding, right? You CANNOT

see someone who's already dead! Unless of course … if she had risen from her grave. OH MY CHOCO MOUSSE CAKE! … Zombies are invading London! Our brains are threatened to be sucked out! This is even WORSE than Voldemort himself!" he said fretfully in a more hushed tone, his eyes almost popping out.

"RON! Just listen to us, okay!" Hermione almost shouted, irritated by the red head's reaction.

She took another gulp of her drink. "Look, we are telling you the truth. We had seen and met someone whom we think is Serena. Her name is Serenity Moon. She's a painter who will be holding an art exhibit at the Hayward Gallery in two weeks. Believe me, Ron … she really looks like Serena … except for the hair … Serenity's hair is pure silver …" she elucidated.

Ron blinked, trying to digest all the information he just heard.

It wasn't everyday you get yourself a whole mini carrousel chocolate mousse cake … neither being told that your dead friend was actually alive … and currently, frolicking in the world of Leonardo da Vinci!

"Bloody pie … this is certainly a shocker," commented Ron, "I … I never expected to hear this…but if what you say is true … then I guess … this is a good news. I know Harry would be happy to—"

"Actually, Ron … we cannot tell Harry … yet," spoke Ginny suddenly.

"Huh? Why not? The guy had been dying to see her again … why not tell him?" Ron questioned.

"Ron, listen to me," insisted Hermione, "Serena—I mean, Serenity Moon … she doesn't remember us. Her memories of Hogwarts and of Harry…they were all erased. We don't know why…but somehow she had forgotten about us. And we cannot tell Harry for now, because we haven't proven it yet that she truly is Serena. But I can assure you one thing…we are going to make her remember us."

"Serenity Moon? You said her name was Serenity Moon … I think … that's the girl that David had mentioned … the one who's having an exhibit at Hayward Gallery, right?" Ron confirmed.

"Ron, you mean to say that the guy you had just met knows Serenity?" Ginny asked.

The older red head smiled. "Yes, I guess so but—"

RING! RING! RING! RING! Hermione's mobile phone rang. The name blinking on the phone screen was 'SERENITY MOON'.

"Hello, Ser," Hermione greeted on her phone. "What's up? (pause) Huh, really? (pause) Hmm … I guess that's great! (pause) So she wants you to check his writings now? (pause) Well … I could arrange something … we're about to go home now and he's probably at home too … (pause) I'll talk to him and we could meet you tonight, okay? (pause) Okay, I'll call you … (pause) No problem, no it's okay … you're welcome … bye!"

Hermione ended the call and placed her cell phone gently on the table. She looked at Ginny and Ron with a serious expression and spoke. "We need to steal Harry's journal—tonight."

Author's Notes:

I just thought Ron was funny here! Haha! I truly enjoyed writing his part! (grins)

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