A/N: As I said on my Clique/HM story, I'm super sorry for being so MIA (missing in action) lately! I've been really super busy and I've been kinda blank-minded and I don't think typing a lame chapter every other day is better than waiting for a good chapter (which I hope this is!). Thanks for being patient and I hope I still have my reviewers and fans with me!

A/N2: OH MY GOSH I AM SO SORRY FOR PUTTING UP A CLIQUE/HM CHAPPIE LOL THEY LOOK ALIKE IN MY DOCUMENTS SINCE THEY R BOTH CHAPPIE 11 AND I ABBREVIATE THE TITLES IN THE DOCUMENT MANAGER. THANK YOU FOR BEING EXTRA PATIENT! LUV U.

The night came more quickly than I would've liked. Soon I was picked up in a British limousine outside of the castle grounds (after lots of hullabaloo about it, I finally got permission to leave the castle grounds and go where I was needed, although I didn't specify where) and on my way to the first stop in my British tour. I had no clue what was going to happen or who I'd see, but I felt confident that no Hogwarts students would show up, since permission to leave school grounds without parental consent and lots of arguing is difficult, if not impossible.

My cell phone finally worked after piling up with messages. I text messaged everyone and told them my cell phone had been acting odd lately and that I would not be able to respond to their text messages frequently. After the message sent, I felt slightly calmer, and I was relieved to see that my dad was calling.

"Hey, bud!" he said cheerily. "Are you at the concert yet? How far away are you?" I relayed the question to my driver who told me that we would be arriving shortly. "We'll be there soon, Daddy," I assured my father. "That's good," he agreed. "Listen, bud, I just want to tell you that I hope you have a great show and that I'm sorry I can't be there tonight—British airlines are all booked with fanatics trying to get overseas for your show, I reckon; why else would tickets be so pricy and planes be so overbooked suddenly?"

I forced a chuckle, and it felt good on my nervous wreck of a body. "Thanks, Dad, for the compliment…it was a compliment, right?" I teased. Before he could respond, the driver pulled up into the VIP parking lot of the place. Dedicated fans are already dwelling in the shadows, and paparazzi are snapping all the photos their memory cards can hold. "Sorry, Dad," I shouted into the receiver over the roar of the crowd. "I'm here! I love you a lot and I'm so glad you called. Bye!" And I hung up. Feeling guilty about cutting my dad off so soon, I stepped out of the limousine and waved to my fans. Then I hurried inside immediately to start rehearsal, sound-check, and the necessary cue sheet meeting.

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"And if I messed it up sometimes/Nobody's perfect/Nobody's…perfect/No, no/Nobody's perfect!" I sang into the microphone, wrapping up the concert. The strobe lights were so blinding that I couldn't get a proper look at my audience, so if any Hogwarts students had managed to get to the concert, I didn't know about it. "Thank you so much for being here tonight!" I screamed joyfully. "It's a pleasure to be in Europe, touring and singing for you guys! I think this is the best audience of the month!" I wasn't lying; it was my first concert of the month. "I love you all and I hope you have a great night! Rock on!"

I exited the stage quickly, and the stage security guy stopped me politely. "Excuse me, Miss Montana," he said meekly, an attribute I never thought I'd associate with such a big guy. "Someone claims to know you and wishes to see you."

I turned and saw some familiar black hair dangling in green eyes with rickety glasses covering them. But most of all, I saw a lightning shaped scar.