AN: AH! Chapter 10! Haha, I hoped you guys enjoyed the story so far! This chapter is full of secrets and Leena is really struggling with herself. Oh and btw lovlies, I got a new blog! . check it out pleases! PS, sorry about the language in this chapter. I will only use that word a few times, and I will always warn you when I put it in a chapter. XOXO

Leena

Mum,

Perce and Tray have been acting… weird lately. Am I doing something wrong? Perce won't look me in the eye anymore, and if he does, he has a guilty look on his face. And Tray… well, he's still cracking jokes and almost normal, but ever since Valentine's Day, he's looked so much sadder. I miss the old him. I need some help, but no one to ask. I wish you were still here, mum. I could really use you right now.

Love to heaven,

Leena

I sighed and folded the letter that would never get delivered. When I was eight years old, I used to cry and freak out whenever someone mentioned my mum, so my dad took me to a muggle therapist and she suggested that I write letters to my mum. So, I've been doing that for the past five years. All the letters were locked in a trunk back home, and whenever I wrote one at Hogwarts, I would stuff it to the bottom of my Hogwarts trunk.

"Who's that for?" A deep voice asked from behind me. I jumped and swiveled around. Dennis was standing there, looking concerned. "Something wrong, Leena?"

I sighed again and put the folded letter in my robe pocket. "No, Den. I'm fine," I lied. He sat next to me and stared at me until I looked him in the eyes.

"Please, don't lie to me, Leena," he whispered. "I want to help. You've been acting strange ever since the Hogsmeade trip. What's wrong?"

I decided to tell him the truth. "Travis and Percy have been acting weird around me lately. Even Lindsey, Percy's girlfriend, has noticed it. Everyone's noticed. I don't know if there's something wrong with me, or-,"

"Leena," Den said in a firm voice. "There is nothing wrong with you. You have been the best girlfriend to Travis. I can tell that guy is crazy about you. And Percy talks about how good of a friend you are all the time."

"But… Ever since I found…" I bit my lip, hesitant to tell him. I hadn't told anyone this.

"Yes?" He urged gently. I gave in.

"A couple of days ago, I was wearing Travis's jacket, and there was a letter in there. I read it, even though I shouldn't have, but I was curious."

"What did it say?"

I pulled out the letter from my book bag and gave it to him. He read it, his eyes confused. "What does it mean? And who are Chiron and Lupa?"

"That's the thing… Chiron is a centaur from ancient Greek mythology," I explained. "He trained all the famous Greek heroes. And Lupa is a she-wolf, mother to one of the founders of Rome."

"But, that's mythology. It doesn't exist."

"That's what I was thinking, but I remembered Percy telling me when he first got here that he was named after the Greek hero Perseus. What if they're some Greek mythology freaks? And Lupa and Chiron are just code names?"

Dennis stayed silent as he pondered my words carefully. He stared at the note with furrowed brows and his eyes re-reading the letter again and again. "What do 'Chiron and Lupa' mean, though? Time for what? And I don't like the sound of this training that they had." He bit his lip. "You're going to hate me because f this... But what if they're... spies?"

I thought about it. "Do you mean for, like, Dumstrang?"

"They're from America, remember."

"Oh yeah... Do you know if there's any magic schools in America?"

"No clue. But I don't mean from other schools... I mean..." He paused for a second. "the Dark Lord. His followers are still out there, Leena. What if-,"

I stood straight up and looked at him, daring him to continue. "Don't you dare accuse my boyfriend and Percy of being followers of the Dark Lord. If you don't remember, they had no idea who Lord Voldemort was when they got here. So don't say things like that. Especially about people I care about, Dennis."

"Since when do you care about them so much that you totally forget about you're best friend, Leena?" He interrupted me loudly. Thankfully, no one was in the common room due to the Quidditch match going on.

"What are you talking about, Dennis?" I asked exasperatedly. He glowered at me as he stood too.

"Me. You know, ever since they came here, ever since you started dating Travis, you've totally forgotten about me, your best friend. Who was the one that helped you against Crabbe and Goyle in your first year? Me. WHo was the one who was always there for you no matter what? Me. Who's the one who saw not only my brother, but your sister die and be there when we were grieving? Me."

I stared at him, my anger gone. I was totally dumbfounded. "Den-,"

"You tell Percy and Thalia things that you've never shared with me. You act as if you've known Annabeth your whole life. Even Laura, the girl you've known since birth, is feeling forgotten."

"Dennis!" I cried, tears forming in my eyes. He turned around and walked towards the portrait hole.

"Have a nice life, Leena. I hope you and Travis are happy."

With that, he left the common room. I sank down to the floor, shaking. How long has he felt that way? I felt as if a thousand knives were tearing at my heart as I cried silently. It felt as if part of my soul was being ripped out of my body; then I realized that, theoretically, it was. It had left along with Dennis. I rushed up to my dorm, drew the curtains around my bed, and cried for hours until I fell asleep.

"You look terrible." Laura's voice said as I crossed over to the window. I looked over and saw her sitting at the edge of her bed, staring at me with concerned eyes. I went over and sat next to her. She put a comforting arm around me. "What happened?"

"Me and Dennis had a fight," I mumbled.

"About what?"

"He... said that I had been ignoring him ever since I started dating Travis. Then , he walked out of the portrait hole, and probably my life."

She leaned away so she could cup my face in her hands. "Leena Silena King," she said sternly. Her brown eyes bored into mine. "You and Dennis are practically one person. Yes, you have had a rocky time ever since you and Travis hooked up. But only you can fix it, Leena. I can see he means so much to you, even if it's not in a lover kind of way. You're his best friend, and he's yours. Nothing will EVER change that. Not even a boyfriend or girlfriend."

I stared at my best girl friend. She had always had the words to say to me. She was always there for me, like Dennis. I used to tell her everything. Now, i realized that I had been ignoring her these past couple of weeks. I had been so absorbed in actually having a boyfriend for the first time, especially one so perfect like Tray. I hugged her so tightly, I thought that I was going to crush her. But I didn't care. I put everything I had in it; all the apologies for the past months, the gratefulness of having her as a best friend. She was practically my sister. She hugged back and we sat there for minutes, maybe even hours, I don't know.

We pulled away when our roommates filed in, talking excitedly about the Quidditch match from earlier. Gryffindor won. I joined in their conversation, which surprised them, but they accepted me. Lindsey smiled at me and helped clean up my face and make the redness in my eyes go away with a wave of her wand. I thanked her and we sat up all night talking and gossiping with the other girls and Laura. Dennis, Percy, or Travis never even crossed my mind as I laughed and ate jelly slugs and chocolate frogs with the other girls on Lindsey's bed.

Then Thalia came charging in.

Percy

I hadn't seen Leena all day. I shouldn't have been worried, but I was. I thought for sure that she would've gone to the Quidditch game with Travis or Annabeth, but I didn't see her there. I asked Travis and everyone else if they had seen her, but they all shook their heads and said they hadn't seen her since yesterday night. I finally approached Dennis, where he was sitting with his girlfriend, a pretty Asian girl from Ravenclaw (I found that funny). "Hey, man. Have you seen Leena?"

He looked up annoyed. "How should I know where she is?" He sneered. I frowned.

"Well, you're her best friend-,"

"I am not." He snapped.

"Who's Leena, Dennis?" The Asian girl asked with a polite smile.

Dennis looked at his girlfriend quickly then back at Percy. "Look, man, I don't know where she is. Haven't seen her all day."

"OK. Thanks, Dennis." I walked away, but not before hearing what Dennis had to say about Leena.

"just this bitch that I used to know. We're not friends anymore..."

I stopped and turned around, looking dumbstruck at Dennis. He was whispering to his girlfriend, who was smirking. I walked a little bit closer, acting like I was heading over to the table.

"Yeah, and she actually thought I was 'best friends' with her," he was saying. My blood boiled as I heard him talk bout Leena. "She's just some stupid third year. Nobody really likes her, in truth-,"

"Why don't you say that to her face, Creevey." I hadn't realized I had said this loudly until I heard the common room go silent. Dennis looked up at me with a smirk.

"Excuse me, Jackson?" He asked smoothly. I walked until I was right in front of him.

"I said, why don't you say that to her face, Creevey."

"Make me."

"You know, she talks about you alot. You're her best friend. Or, ex best friend," I said before I could think. "If you're actually going to be playing her, then why don't you go and say it to her face."

Everyone was silent. Dennis looked uncomfortable with all the stares he was getting around the room. "It's none of your business, Jackson."

"Of course it is," I retorted. "She's my friend. I won't stand around and watch you pretend to be her friend."

"What's going on?" Travis asked, coming into the common room and noticing the silence.

"Stay out of this pretty boy," Dennis snarled. Travis stopped in mid stride next to me and looked at Dennis with cold eyes.

"What?"

"You heard me. Stay out of this. We all know that the only reason you're dating that freak you call your girlfriend is to get in her pants, so shut the fu-," he started, but my fist collided with his face. People cried out and some stood to get a better look. Dennis's nose was bleeding, probably broken. Good. "Jackson! You fucking prick! You broke my nose!"

"Yeah, and a lot more is about to be broken!" Travis yelled, and he dived for Dennis.

Leena

"Leena! Come quickly!" Thalia cried, pulling me out of the bed and down the staircase. I could now hear everyone in the common room yelling, and a lot of things being knocked over. What in the world, I thought.

"Get him, Travis!"

Travis? I race past Thalia and stopped as I saw the scene in front of me. Travis and Dennis were fist fighting. And by the looks of it, Travis was winning. Percy was yelling Travis on along with Clarrisse and Connor. Annabeth caught my eye and rushed over to me.

"You have to stop it before Travis does anymore damage," she cried to me over the noise of the crowd. I nodded and stepped closer to Travis, but out of hitting range.

"Travis! STOP!" I screamed. His fist stopped in mid air as he saw me standing their. He dropped Dennis, who was unconscious I ran over to him and nearly sobbed. His face was bloody, and his nose looked broken. He was barely breathing. "Someone, go get Professor-,"

"No need, Miss King," a stern old voice said from the portrait hole. Everyone parted a way so that the headmistress could get through She clutched her heart as she saw Dennis. "Someone, get him to the hospital wing. Now." A couple of seventh years grabbed him carefully and carried him out the common room. I looked down at my hands and saw that they were covered in blood.

"My office, now, Miss King," Professor McGonagall said softly. She helped me up and led me to her office. I barely registered walking. Dennis's blood dripped from my hand and onto the concrete floor. "Sit, Leena. Scorgify!"She pointed her wand at my hands and instantly the blood disappeared. I mumbled my thanks and sat down in the chair opposite her. She sat down in the headmasters high chair. Behind her, the portrait of Professor Albus Dumbledore was looking at me with piercing blue eyes. It was then that I realized that I was shaking.

"Miss King," McGonagall started softly. "I need you to tell me what happened to Mr Creevey."

"I honestly don't know what started it, Professor," I said dully. "All I know is that I came down from my dorm and saw Travis hitting and punching Dennis. I stopped them as soon as I could, then you came in."

"I see," McGonagall said sternly. I looked up she turned to Dumbledore. "What do you think Albus? Expulsion?"

Dumbledore looked at my panicked yes, then shook his head. "No, Minerva. Just give the boy detentions for however long you think is necessary." His blue yes twinkled, even though he was a portrait, at me as I visibly relaxed.

"Will Dennis be alright, Professor?" I asked quietly.

"I'm very sure Madam Pomfrey will patch him up very quickly, dear. Now, go back to your common room. It is late and you have classes in the morning. I nodded and left the headmistresses office.

How many times do I have to say sorry, Leena?" Travis asked me a week later. I ignored him and went on doing my Potions essay in the corner of the common room. "Come on, Dennis is out, you two are talking again, but you can't forgive me?"

"You beat up my best friend, Travis " I said angrily "Of course I'm not going to fucking forgive you. Now I have to do some homework." I gathered my stuff and went up to my dorm. I found Laura and Lindsey already in there, talking about who knows what.

"You okay?" Lindsey asked as I stomped over to my bed. I dumped my bag onto the floor and flopped on my bed.

"Travis keeps on bothering me," I said, my voice muffled by the pillow.

i heard Laura sigh. "Why don't you just forgive him already? Dennis is fine. Not a scratch on him, and you two are talking again. If Travis hadn't beat him up, you and Den would still be ignoring each other."

I groaned into my pillow. I guess they had a point. I barely left Dennis' side when we had the chance to hang out. I was trying to make up for the months of not hanging out with him, and so far it was working. I had also met his girlfriend, Marta. She was really nice, and very smart, which made me feel stupid. "i'll forgive him tomorrow. After I sleep and clear my head."

"Okay. Goodnight, Leena."

"Night, ladies."