At last, after a very long hiatus—I present to you Chapter 11! Happy reading!

(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 11: A Forgotten Memory

"I love you," said Harry firmly. "I don't know if that means anything to you right now, but I just wanted to say that again."

Serenity furrowed her face and sighed. "Harry, I don't know what to—AHHH!"

"Serenity!"

Harry's friends panicked and moved closer towards the girl.

Serenity's head hurt suddenly and she almost collapsed to the floor. Fortunately, Harry was quick enough and was able to break her fall.

"Serenity!" shouted Harry, holding the girl in his arms. "What's happening to you?"

The lady artist's eyes remained closed and she just continued to groan. After a few seconds she lost consciousness and fell limply in Harry's arms.

( 6:11 PM

Mrs. Lori Sanders's Office, Conference Room

Hayward Gallery )

"Serenity!" cried Hermione.

Harry cradled Serenity's head and carried her off the floor. "Ron, ask Vi to call a doctor! QUICK!"

"Okay, okay!" Ron replied, running towards the door and heading to Vivian's desk.

Harry turned to his two friends, hugging the silver-haired girl closely to himself. "Hermione, Ginny—we need to put Serenity down on something more comfortable!"

"Mrs. Sanders's office! There's a couch there!" Ginny exclaimed.

Hermione dashed to the conference room door and opened the knob with her shaky hands. Harry held Serenity in his arms warily and went outside the room.

"Serenity!" shouted Vivian, standing up from her desk and scurrying towards Harry and the unconscious artist. "Oh my god, Harry! What happened to her?"

"I don't know—she just suddenly collapsed!" answered Harry. "Vi, where's Mrs. Sanders's room? I need to put Serenity down on the couch."

"Oh, it's in here!" Vivian said, leading Harry towards Lori's room and opening the door.

Harry entered the room and almost ran to the couch when he saw it. He carefully placed Serenity down and placed a small pillow under her head. He turned to his right and asked Lori's secretary. "Vi, did you already call a doctor?"

Vivian still seemed to be in shock but managed to give a respond. "Uh—yes, yes! Dr. Goodman is on his way. He'll be here in a short while. His clinic is just about a ten-minute drive away from the gallery."

"Harry!" called Ginny suddenly.

Harry looked behind Vivian and saw Ginny and Hermione come out from what seemed to be a toilet room. Hermione was holding her bag and Ginny's, while Ginny was holding a small piece of wet white cloth. Ginny approached the couch and cautiously laid the white cloth on Serenity's forehead, brushing several bangs away.

"This might help Serenity regain consciousness," explained Ginny, looking down at the moon princess, studying her pale face. "Good thing I always bring with me my special first aid kit."

"Oh wait!" Vivian exclaimed. "I need to leave—I still need to call Mrs. Lori and inform her on what happened to Serenity." She turned to Hermione and gave her a worried smile. "Hermione, please take of Serenity for me."

Hermione returned the smile and patted Vivian's shoulder lightly. "Don't worry, Vi. Ginny, Harry, and I will take care of Serenity. Go ahead, call Mrs. Sanders and inform her of this incident."

"Thanks so much, Hermione!" Vivian said. She gazed towards the couch and addressed Ginny and Harry. "Ginny, Harry …"

"Don't worry, Vi," Harry comforted, giving the secretary a small smile. "We'll take care of Serenity. Ginny is a nursing student, she'll know what to do if anything happens."

"Okay. I'll see you guys later," told Vivian as she finally left the room.

Harry sighed and sat down beside the couch. He took Serenity's left hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Serenity," he whispered. "Please wake up … please … wake up …"

Hermione smiled as she watched Harry hold Serenity's hand. Ginny approached her muggle friend and took her bag. She opened her bag again and checked the contents. After checking her bag for the second time, she looked up to Hermione.

"The liniment we poured on the wet cloth is the only thing I could use for Serenity right now," Ginny whispered. "Mione, I wish I could help Serenity. I want to help her using my magic. But—I can't. Not in this place, not in this muggle building. If I took out my wand and started doing something … Vi … or even Mrs. Sanders might suddenly come in here and catch me healing Serenity."

"Ginny," uttered Hermione, "that's okay. Vi said she already called a doctor and is presently on his way. Let's just wish nothing serious happened to Serenity." She sighed and took Ginny's hand. "I'm just glad Harry's here. I'm glad that finally … he has seen Serenity … and he's here to help us to make her remember everything."

Ginny peered at the couch and smiled when she saw Harry stroke Serenity's silver hair tenderly. "You're right, Mione. I'm so glad we no longer need to keep this whole thing from Harry." She squeezed Hermione's hand and tried not to squeal loudly. "Look, Mione! They really look cute together, don't they? I wish Serenity could see how lovingly Harry is looking at her right now."

Hermione nodded and softly nudged her red head friend. "Correction, Ginny—how lovinglyand worriedly Harry is looking at her right now." Her eyes swept around the room and she furrowed her brows. "Uh, by the way … where is Ron? The last time I saw him was the time when we were rushing Serenity to this room."

"Oh yeah," Ginny replied. "I saw Ron standing nervously besides Vi's desk awhile ago. Come on, Mione—let's go to Ron."

"Do you think it's okay to leave Serenity alone with Harry?" asked Hermione, as Ginny dragged her slowly towards the door.

"Of course, it is," assured Ginny. "Even though Serenity is unconscious, obviously not enabling her to talk to Harry—I think it's just right to give them some time alone. I mean—look at Harry, Mione, just look at him. He hasn't let go of Serenity's hand since Vi left."

"Yes, I think you're right," Hermione agreed, a lopsided grin forming on her lips. "I know how much Harry misses Serena."

She turned to her left and called Harry's attention. "Harry—"

Harry looked up and gazed towards Hermione and Ginny's direction.

"Harry … Ginny and I will look for Ron outside. If anything happens to Serenity, just call us, okay?" told Hermione.

Harry gave a small nod. "Okay."

Ginny opened the door and stepped out of the room, Hermione following behind her. Hermione was about to close the door when—

"Hermione, wait," Harry blurted out, standing up from the floor. "About what happened this morning … I … I just want to—"

"Harry," Hermione interrupted with a soft smile, "you don't need to apologize. If you did the same thing to me, I would also be angry with you. We'll just talk about this later, okay? I think you better go back there. Serenity needs you."

"Okay. We'll talk later," said Harry as he watched Hermione finally close the door.

The Boy-Who-Lived went back to the couch and sat down on the carpeted floor. He took Serenity's left hand again and sighed. Slowly, he brought the delicate hand to his face and pressed it softly against his lips. He stared at Serenity and admired her beautiful face. Oh how much he missed this kind of moment—staring at the face that had always seemed to calm his clouded mind and ease his troubled heart.

Harry touched the artist's cheek, his thumb brushing the soft rosy skin. "If you're really not Serena," he murmured, "then why do touching and looking at your face feel the same? I—I still cannot dismiss the idea that you are Serena, especially now that … something's telling me that I shouldn't let you go."

His thumb slid down her cheek and grazed the skin below her lips. "Your smile—" Harry continued, "you smiled at me awhile ago but it felt like … it felt like you were smiling at a stranger or … someone whom you just met for the first time. I wish I could just wave my wand and make everything alright, to make you think and believe that you are Serena … and tell me that you're back. Then maybe … maybe you'll smile at me the way you used to. Maybe you'll look at me with those eyes again . . ."

( Meanwhile, inside Serenity's mind )

"Where am I?" Serenity asked, looking around the dark endless space surrounding her.

Darkness.

Darkness was something she didn't fear that much. Frankly, she couldn't deny that she had come to dread darkness countless times. And when she encountered darkness, she always wondered if she could ever see the light again. She always wondered if she could keep that balance: that every time darkness befalls on any fraction of the universe, she would and could always expect that light would end it. That is the cycle, and it would always remain that way.

Being a moonchild, she knew—one had to deal with darkness in order for light to shine.

She needed to face darkness, whether it was the physical form—a natural phenomenon taking place on earth as a result of the absence of light source at night … or the metaphysical—power bordering beyond man's tangible world. Power emanating from something evil threatening to bring forth fear and chaos of unknown proportions.

Now, she was swimming in a deluge of darkness. And she didn't know which kind she was dealing with.

"Hermione? Ginny? Where are you?"

No one answered Serenity as she continued to float in the void, sinking deeper into the unknown.

She moved her arms around her, trying to grab something to stop her from further floating. When the moon princess felt that her arms merely sliced through the air, she began to panic.

"W-where am I? I need to go back! Mother, please help me! Setsuna … w-what's happening? I need to go back to my world! Hermione, Ginny! Where are you? Ron, Harry … Vi!"

Suddenly, a strong wind wrapped around Serenity and pushed her downwards. She squirmed, trying to escape from the wind that engulfed her body. However, it seemed like the wind had become an invisible cage that locked her inside it.

"Hermione, Ginny—please help me! Setsuna!"

Still, nobody replied. Her plea was a hollow cry that drowned in the billowing waves of silence.

The strong wind flipped Serenity over, thrusting her head deeper and faster into the depths of darkness. With her position, she looked like a needle dropping to the ground in a perfect straight line. Jadedly, she placed her palms over her left chest and summoned the power of her cosmic crystal.

"Cosmic Crystal—I wish to see the light! Return me to my world!"

Slowly, Serenity's crescent moon symbol glowed and appeared on her forehead. She closed her eyes and concentrated hard, willing the power of the crystal to bring her back to her world.

A tiny point of light in the far end of darkness flashed.

Serenity opened her eyes and saw the small source of light. A weary smile formed on her lips. "I don't care if I sink deeper into this void. As long as there's light, there's hope."

Her insignia glowed brightly and surged her body with power. The dazzling light from her forehead stretched throughout the empty black space and connected with the small light that she had seen in the far end.

The light of the crystal and this unknown light source formed a bizarre bond of radiance.

Soon, everything turned white and darkness ceased.

"What are you reading?" a male voice asked.

"Just something Professor Snape asked me to check. He told me this book might catch my interest," a female voice answered.

Serenity groaned as she heard two familiar voices. She opened her eyes resignedly and saw two blurred forms of persons. She closed her eyes for few moments and opened them again, an odd scene playing out in front of her.

About ten feet away from her—she saw Harry and a girl with long golden hair that looked exactly like her. The girl was leaning against a wall and was sitting on a dark red cloth covering the ground, her two legs folded together on one side. Harry was lying down on the red cloth, his head pillowed by the girl's lap.

"Is that me?" she whispered. "Harry? Have we really met before?

The girl with the long golden hair suddenly felt Harry getting up from her lap. She looked away from the manuscript. "Harry, where are you going?" she asked loudly, watching him as he started to run away from their spot.

A mysterious smile formed on Harry's lips. "I'll be back. Don't worry," he assured the girl, winking at her.

The girl blushed. She just loved it when Harry winks at her. He looked so adorable. "Don't be gone too long, okay?" the girl said smilingly, trying to hide her blush.

Harry's smile grew bigger. His girlfriend thought she could hide that faint blush on her cheeks. "Yes, of course," he said briskly walking away from her once more.

The girl went back to her book and started reading again. Fifteen minutes later, Harry still hasn't come back. She had to admit that she got preoccupied with the book recommended to her by the potions professor. However, she also had to admit that she's beginning to worry about Harry.

'Harry, where could you be?'

She placed the book down and decided to look for Harry. She stood up and was just able to make a few steps when accidentally; her right foot got tangled with the folds of the cloth on the ground.

"Ah—"

"Old habits die hard, don't they?" Harry stated out of the blue, catching the girl by her arms and saving her from totally tripping herself.

The golden-haired girl's cheek became red again, but this time it was more because of embarrassment. "Harry, where have you been? I was starting to get worried," she said attempting to pretend she didn't almost trip.

Harry helped the girl on her feet and smiled teasingly. "Your clumsiness still shows up sometimes."

"Harry, stop it! Don't embarrass me even more," said the girl, the blush on her cheeks becoming more obvious.

Harry made a soft chuckle. 'She really looks cute when she blushes,' he mused.

"My little bunny, it's okay. I'm always here to catch you. You know I'll never get tired of catching you," the young Gryffindor promised his girlfriend.

"Harry—"

Harry leaned in suddenly and kissed the girl on her lips. "Don't argue anymore, okay?" he said, touching her cheeks gently.

"But Harry—"

"Uh-uh-uh—" said Harry lightheartedly, shaking his head sideways, black bangs swaying on his forehead. "No buts. And there's really nothing to be embarrassed about. I love everything about you."

"Even my clumsiness?"

Harry smiled lovingly. "Even your clumsiness, my dear princess."

He took out a small wreath of flowers and placed it gingerly on her head. "You are absolutely beautiful. You really are," he said admiringly.

The girl felt like her stomach did some little somersaults. Harry Potter is an auspicious wizard—that is a fact. Many people could attest to the talent of this young Gryffindor in magic.

But who ever thought that he is also a romantic?

Harry seemed to know the right words to say to turn simple little moments into sweet magical memories. And he didn't really need wizardry to do that. All he had to do was to look at her with his emerald eyes that speak volumes of emotions. And the strongest and most apparent emotion she could see and feel through those eyes right now was probably what she also felt in her heart.

"I love you, Harry," the girl whispered, "I … I love you. I'm not certain if this is forever, but deep in my heart, I'm praying that it will be. You do know what I mean, right? The two of us—well—we're not like the rest. I was born in a different world; I died and was reborn several times. You—you were orphaned because of an evil man's desire to gain power over the magical world. And you've been longing to end the repercussions of this battle between good and evil. And I … I've been longing for that for a very long time as well. And I cannot deny it, but … I still feel scared. I feel scared of losing the people I love." She paused for a while and sighed, touching Harry's face gently with her hands. "That is why the idea of you and me, together, in this yard at this very moment … seems to be the only semblance of normalcy in life right now. And it is also the only thing that matters. That's why I wish it would be forever."

Harry was truly touched by the sincerity of the girl standing in front of him. He looked into her blue eyes and he knew that she meant every word that she said. "I love you, too," began Harry, "You don't know how much that means to me. I promise that I'll do my best to somehow make your wish come true. Forever or not, we'll definitely make this last longer—whether Voldemort likes it or not."

"Yes, whether Voldemort likes it or not," Harry's girlfriend replied with a smile. "If anything happens, we'll definitely kick his butt!"

"Yeah, we'll kick his butt!" Harry answered, laughing at his girlfriend's spunkiness.

Then the girl's stomach suddenly grumbled. "Harry, I'm hungry," she stated. "Come on, let's eat the sandwiches and pies I've prepared for this picnic."

Harry grinned at the fair-haired girl. "But you're almost always hungry, Serena," he teased. "I'm not sure if your big appetite is another semblance of normalcy in life right now. I mean—Ron's appetite—that maybe I could understand, because he's a guy. But you—"

"But me, what?" retorted the beautiful teen, crossing her arms over her chest. "What, Harry?"

"You are a very beautiful woman with this sophisticated regal air, and yet you seem to have an appetite of a starving farmer," said Harry.

"A starving farmer?" the girl repeated in a tone higher than her usual, poking Harry on his chest. "A starving farmer? Oooh Harry, how dare you mock the Moon Family's appetite? Forget about kicking Voldemort's ass! I'm going to kick your butt right now!

"Calm down, Serena. I'm only kidding, okay?" the Gryffindor wizard pleaded, raising his palms to his chest to block further poking from the annoyed girl

"Well it didn't sound like you were only kidding!" shouted the Lunarian, continuing to poke her boyfriend on his chest and his side.

"Stop it, Serena! Tha-thatt tickles!" Harry begged.

"Oh no, Harry," answered the girl. "This is war! A war between a Gryffindor wizard and a starving farmer!"

The blonde girl continued to poke and tickle, while Harry decided to not only block but to counter the attacks as well. The two went on with their tickle fight laughing happily until they fell on the rumpled red cloth on the ground.

"Sere—na, haha—ssstop it now!"

"Wha—ha—hat? No, I'll stop if you stop, Ha—Harry!"

"Stop and become defeated by the starving farmer? No way!"

"We'll you asked for it, mister!"

Serenity laughed softly as she watched the lovers out-tickle each other. She could feel the love and happiness coming from the two. The crystal inside her pulsed and seemed to have been filled with the warmth radiating from Harry and the girl, which looked like herself.

Suddenly she stopped laughing and frowned. "Did this happen before?" murmured Serenity. "Did Harry and I really have a past? If we did, how come I cannot remember it? How come I can't remember Harry?"

She looked at the lovers in front of her and noticed that they were fading. The whole background was starting to disappear. "Harry!" she shouted at the vanishing image. "What happened? Why can't I remember you? Why didn't I recognize you?"

Soon, the scene in front of her disappeared completely and she was once again surrounded by darkness. The cosmic crystal pulsated harder and started to glow, blinding the void with bright light.

(Back to Harry in the office)

Harry felt Serenity's head move. "Serenity?"

Slowly, Serenity's eyes opened. "Harry?"

Harry smiled and touched Serenity's right hand. "How do you feel right now?" he asked the young painter.

"A little dizzy, but I'm okay," told Serenity. She felt something cool on her forehead and touched it with her left hand. She removed it from head and saw that it was a small piece of cloth.

"Ginny placed it on your forehead awhile ago after you collapsed," explained Harry to Serenity.

"Harry, I—"

"Serenity!" yelled Ron, "Dr. Goodman's here!"

Serenity diverted her attention from Harry and smiled at the group in the room. Harry stood and turned to see Ron, Ginny, Hermione, Vivian and a friendly-looking man in his 60s. The said man was dressed in dark gray long-sleeved polo and black pants.

"Hi, Serenity," greeted Dr. Goodman. "I tried to come here as quickly as I could. How are you feeling?"

"A bit dizzy, Dr. Goodman. But I think I'm alright," answered Serenity, propping her elbows to sit up on the couch.

Harry approached Serenity and helped her sit more comfortably. "Thanks, Harry," the artist said smilingly.

"You're welcome," Harry replied, looking deeply into Serenity's blue eyes, inhaling her sweet scent of lilies.

"E-ehem," interrupted Dr. Goodman. "Hi, I'm Dr. Benjamin Goodman," he said offering his hand to the young man beside Serenity.

Harry regarded the doctor and took the offered hand. "Hello, Dr. Goodman. I'm Harry Potter, a new friend of Serenity."

"And he is also the wonderful writer who will lend his talent to Ms. Moon's upcoming exhibit," Vivian added.

"Wow, a writer? What genre do you write, young man?" the doctor inquired.

"I write poetry, sir," responded Harry. "Serenity shall be incorporating some of my compositions to her paintings."

"Well, that sounds great," Dr. Goodman affirmed. "I'd like to chat with you more, Harry, but I need to check Serenity first and see what's wrong with her."

"Oh, of course," Harry said, giving way to the doctor. He walked towards his friends and Lori's secretary. "Ron, I think we should leave the room for a while and let Dr. Goodman check Serenity in private."

"Uh, sure," Ron agreed.

"Serenity, um, we'll just be outside if you need us," told Harry, pointing towards the door.

"Okay, Harry," Serenity replied.

"Ginny, come on, let's go and eat some more dessert," Ron declared, putting an arm around his younger sister.

Hermione stared at Ron's back, pushing him towards the door, with Harry following behind them. "You're hungry again? I swear, Ron. You have an appetite of a savage beast!"

"Yeah, a sexy savage beast!" exclaimed Ron heartily.

"Eww, Ron! There's no such thing as a sexy savage beast!" Ginny claimed.

"Oh really? What about Count Dracula? He's a devilishly sexy blood-sucking monster!" Ron rebutted.

Harry grinned as he listened to the conversation of his companions, exiting the room.

"Serenity, Dr. Goodman," Vivian said, approaching the couch. "I'll just get some tea, alright?"

"Okay, Vi," replied Serenity, as Dr. Goodman gently takes her arm to take her blood pressure.

The doctor secured the stethoscope near the band of cloth wrapped around the painter's arm. "Did you have enough sleep last night?" he asked.

The young girl swept a few curls from her face. "Well, I did last night to be ready for today's interview and pictorial. But for the last couple of weeks, I stayed up several nights and painted in the studio. But I do try my best to rest as much as I can," she elucidated.

"110/70. You have a slight case of hypotension," confirmed the doctor, removing the sphygmomanometer from Serenity's arm. "I advise you to get plenty of rest. You really need that especially for your upcoming show. And also, you could have your blood test taken and see if your blood sugar is fine. You do look a little pale, dear. I think you need to eat more. I've witnessed your healthy appetite upon my occasional visits at the mansion. Have you lost your desire for food, Serenity?"

'An appetite of a starving farmer,' Serenity mused.

"Serenity?"

"Oh sorry, Dr. Goodman," replied the Lunarian sheepishly. "No, I still have a good appetite. But maybe, it is the lack of sleep that causes all this stress right now. And the headaches that I've been having may be attributed to that as well."

"Well, I'm glad you still have that big appetite of yours," Dr. Goodman said. "So to lessen those headaches, you need enough rest."

"Of course, doctor," Serenity said to Dr. Goodman as he placed the stethoscope over her chest.

"Okay, breathe deeply," instructed the old man. "Exhale. Inhale, exhale. Inhale …"

"Appetite of a starving farmer . . ."

'Was it just a dream?' Serenity thought.

"Serena—Serena, please . . . remember. It's me . . . Harry. You don't know how much I missed you. Remember me."

'Or a memory in the past? A memory that Harry claims to be a part of.'

"Please, Serena . . . remember me."

'But why can't I remember you, Harry?'

Author's Notes:

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