This chapterlove. Not because I like Wyn in this chapter, no, she's too over dramatic. And Talon wasn't the coolest in this chapter either. BUT… amazing stuff happens in this chapter that I ADORE. Uh… you'll see.

Oh, and NOTE: I AM LEAVING TO SEE MY FAMILY ON THRUSDAY, SO THIS WILL PROBABLY BE MY LAST CHAPTER BEFORE THE NEW YEAR. I am going to try to get one out on Wednesday, but I'm not sure I'll be able to. Thanks, and happy holidays!

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Wyn was prepared for many things as she walked down the library. She was just as prepared to hex his ass as she was to scream at him, just as ready to punch him as she was to snog him, no matter how much she hated to admit it. Nothing seemed out of line, and she could think of little that he didn't deserve.

Ambling slowly, Wyn continued to head down to the library, trying to sort out her emotions enough so she didn't completely confuse, or, more likely, kill, Cedric if she found him. No, not if. She was going to find him. She entered the library, smiling at Ms. Prince. Wyn checked all of the places where Cedric usually studied, and walked to the aisles where she could usually find him, but she didn't see him anywhere. She didn't see any of his friends, either, which was unusual. Cedric hardly ever did anything alone.

"Talon was probably wrong," she muttered to herself. She said it, but she didn't believe it, for some reason. Not for anything but a gut feeling.

She was really starting to hate her gut.

Hesitantly, Wyn started towards the very back of the library. The last shelf before the restricted section. It was strange, really, because she had never even looked at that shelf. The only person she knew that had was Hermione, and she knew every square inch of this library by heart. Wyn peered around the bookcase.

Wyn had been prepared to do many things, but not what she did. She stood there for a moment, silently, feeling nothing, saying nothing. Then she came back to her senses and bolted.

Ever since she had been sorted, Wyn had prided herself on being a good Gryffindor, complete with all of the traits she as a Gryffindor was supposed to possess. But in that moment, she was not brave, she was not strong, she did not stand up for herself. She did not punch him, she did not hex him, she did not snog him. She ran as far away as possible as quickly as possible.

Everything that she had built up around her tumbled down onto her shoulders…

Cal's POV

"I told you to let me send a bodyguard with you," Cal said when he saw his sister's pale, trembling body stumble into the Gryffindor common room. He felt anger rising within him. Why could Cedric do this to her? He could save her from everything, but he couldn't save her from the heart that Cedric insisted on breaking so regularly. He wished Kip hadn't approved of Cedric and Wyn's relationship. It would be so easy to tell Cedric to stay away from Wyn, if only Kip's words didn't ring in his ears.

Wyn did not even look up at the sound of Cal's voice and continued to make her way toward her dorms. Cal watched her figure, Fred, George, and Lee following his gaze.

"He's hurting more than you, right, Wyn?" Fred asked when he saw how pale she was. George elbowed him. However, Wyn continued to say nothing, not even acknowledging that the boys had spoken.

"Wyn?" Cal asked softly, his concern evident in his voice. Wyn turned and looked at Cal, revealing how sick she really looked. He could tell she was pale when she walked in, but he hadn't realized just how deathly pale she was. It looked as though she had died, come back from the dead, and gotten seasick. Her normally soft, dancing brown eyes were clouded over and desperately, frighteningly empty.

She continued to say nothing, looking at Cal. It gave him the shivers, to see her empty gaze falling upon him. The blank stare she was giving him was so unfamiliar… he could hardly believe it was Wyn.

"Wyn…" he said quietly. Wyn's eyes flooded with tears, at least giving some sort of emotion to her face. However, the brief relief he had from seeing Wyn show emotion flew away when she opened her mouth to utter something he never thought he would hear from Wyn:

"I'm not strong…"

She swayed for a moment, looking even sicker. Cal got up to comfort her, but as soon as she figured out what he was doing, her eyes opened wide and she dashed away, climbing the stairs to the girls' dorm faster than she ever had before.

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"Get her!" Cal screamed angrily at Hermione, hours of frustration blurring his rationality. Hermione sighed and looked at him head-on.

"I can't, Cal. The charm she put around her bed is very complete. I can't find any way to get it open."

"Damn it, Hermione, I don't care!" Cal said desperately, looking up the stairs. Hermione didn't flinch or block his view, she just stood there, stoically, ready to say what needed to be said. He didn't want to, but Cal admired Hermione.

"You're not the only one who's worried about her, Cal," Hermione said softly, letting her eyes dart to the staircase that Cal's had been drawn to only a moment before. "I haven't seen her lock herself up like this since Kip…"

Cal sunk down in his chair, putting his head in his hands.

"We'll just have to wait her out," Hermione said quietly, sitting next to Cal rather awkwardly. He looked up at her, and managed a small smile. She really was an amazing kid. He didn't know why he hadn't seen it before. George and Fred didn't give her enough credit.

"She doesn't deserve to be that miserable," Cal said softly, looking down at the deep red rug beneath his feet.

"No one does," Hermione said simply as she headed back to Wyn.

Talon's POV

Don't any of you even care about her anymore?" Talon yelled angrily in the Hufflepuff common room. Hannah and Susan looked down, Fiona let out a huff and headed up the girls dorm, but no one else even acknowledged that Talon had spoken. "Loyal, true friends, you Hufflepuffs are," he scoffed.

"She's got enough people to look out for her. Those Durmstrang boys are on the hunt," Annie said, irritated, flicking her auburn hair over her shoulder.

"But we were her best friends!" Talon said, exasperated. He couldn't for the life of him understand why they were so reluctant to help Wyn.

"She chose others," Justin argued half-heartedly.

"Bullshit. Justin, you supposedly fancied her, and she hasn't talked to anyone in days. She stayed in her dorm with a charm over her bed for almost 24 hours. You know Wyn, and you know that's not at all normal! Yeah, yeah, I'm, aware that she started dating Cedric. I wasn't that happy either, if you didn't notice. And even if you did fancy her, you know how happy she was. Everyone knows how bloody happy she was. Ecstatic. And then all of you start to ignore her!

"She has other friends, but she always has! She always will. That's just our Wyn. Just now you guys seem to think that she's changed," Talon raved.

"She has," Annie said with a shrug.

"No she hasn't! You guys have, and you bloody know it! Ernie and I are the only ones who even acknowledge her any more! Four days, guys. Four days! Ernie is talking to Cal about how to get her to talk to us about what's wrong, which is what I would be doing right now, if you all weren't so stupid!" no one said anything, and they all went back to their previous activities, except for Justin, who was looking at him, barely letting concern etch over his face. Talon sighed loudly.

"Whatever. Nice to know you don't bloody care," Talon walked over to the portrait hole.

"What fucked her up?" Justin asked tentatively.

"No one knows. She won't talk to anyone."

"Well, she's just being stupid," Annie said bitterly.

"What the hell did she ever do to you? She loved you, supported you, helped you, admired you. And you repay her by not giving a shit? No, no. You know what? You guys do whatever the bloody hell you want to. Don't care about Wyn. Just don't bother acting like you know her, because if you're talking like this, you obviously don't know her anymore. God, I don't know you anymore. Stop pretending; stop putting on this giant show. I just can't even believe you guys! You know Wyn pours everything into friendship. Where was she whenever any of us went through a break up? Where was she when Fiona's Mum left? Where was she when we needed her at all?" Talon was greeted by silence. He could feel his blood boiling, could feel his face turning beet red with rage. "Even if you won't say it, you know she was right here, sitting in our dorms with a box of tissues and words that could make anyone feel better. And now, for the first time in years, she needs help, and you repay her by turning your back!" he paced angrily in front of the door, his hands clasped behind his back. Finally, Talon looked up with venom in his eyes. "Like she really needed an entire bloody group of Mandy's right now" Talon said so softly, so scathingly.

"We aren't Mandy!" Hannah said angrily, leaping up from her spot on the couch.

"Yeah. Doing a bloody good job of proving it," Talon opened the portrait door and stalked out just as Cedric descended the stairs.

Wyn's Thoughts

Maybe if I sit here long enough, I'll forget that I ever loved him.

Maybe not. But maybe… maybe if I sit here for long enough, I can at least forget—

Oh, who am I kidding? I can't forget him. I'll never forget him.

I really won't forget…

Blaise's POV

Blaise looked at Luna, worry showing on his tired face. His pale blue eyes showed his lack of sleep, and the dark bags underneath them made him look even more pale than usual. But as bad as Blaise looked, Luna was worse. At least, she was in his eyes. She had been getting lots of compliments on her clothes lately. Yeah, her clothes. And her hair.

He couldn't even believe people sometimes. Now she was beautiful. Now she was a Ravenclaw. Not when she was herself, no. Only when she was so wrapped up in depression, in her thoughts, in her worry about her best friend, that she stopped caring. Then, when she wore her blonde hair in a ponytail, threw on a pair of jeans and t-shirt, and didn't bother to put on any jewelry, only then was she beautiful. To them. To those fake people who could dare to try to call themselves Luna's friends.

If they were truly her friends they would know how beautiful she normally looked. They would know that she looked ugly, tired, boring now. But no, they thought that she looked beautiful. She did not look beautiful. She looked wrong.

And it wasn't just in her looks that were changing. The other day she had picked up a copy of Witch Weekly and read it. Right side up. Article-to-article, not cover-to-cover. She wasn't acting like Luna…

He missed Luna. He missed the Luna who wore radish earrings and bottle cap necklaces. He missed the Luna who always had a distant, but warm, dreamy grin on her perfect Luna-like face. He missed the way she'd talk about her Mum as if she'd see her again. He missed the way she argued with him, he missed the way she defended her crackpot Dad 'til the end.

He missed Luna. His Luna.

He had always wanted her to be normal, but now he just wanted her.

And for the life of him, he could not figure out why.

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"Luna?" Blaise asked quietly. She looked up, the familiar clang of her radish earrings gone.

"Yeah?" she said distantly, but not in the familiar dreamy-distant way she usually did.

"I miss you," Blaise choked out. Luna's stare was blank, one lock of her blonde hair falling over her empty blue eyes. For a few days, they had looked sad, but now they didn't look like anything. They didn't look like Luna. Those blue eyes could belong to anyone, but not to Luna. Luna's eyes were always quietly amused, dreamy, intense. They were the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen…

"I'm right here," Luna said, her own tire evident in her crackling voice.

"There's someone right there, but it's not my Luna," Blaise said softly. Luna blinked at him.

"Blaise…"

"Luna, please come back."

"Why, if I don't have Wyn?" Luna asked, showing emotion for the first time that day. Blaise looked at her, aching to see her dreamy smile, to hear her happy laugh, her clanging bottle caps. He wanted to be blinded by the light bouncing off of one particular muggle bottle cap. But instead of getting of any of that, he got an empty girl with a permanent tired frown, an unheard laugh, and a plain, pale neck.

"She's not the only one that cares about you, Luna," Blaise pleaded. Again, Luna blinked at him.

"You don't even like me, Blaise. People think I don't notice that nobody likes me, but I do. I always have. I know that you don't like me, Blaise. You hang out with me because for some reason Wyn likes me."

Blaise shut his eyes tightly and then looked down at the table. He saw Luna's hand resting, unused, by her fork. He reached out and grabbed it, feeling her smooth skin against his hands, rough from so much time playing Quidditch. He could feel Luna withdraw slightly, but let him continue to hold her hand.

"I have two friends in the world, Luna," Blaise said, "I only know two people that I would ever turn to for advice on my rainiest days. One of them is upstairs in her room, not talking to anyone. The other one is with her in spirit, and I want her back."

Blaise saw Luna's eyes widen a bit, and she drew back her hand. "I… I—Wyn is…" she didn't finish her sentence, but dashed out of the Great Hall. Blaise put his head in his hands and closed his eyes. He could almost imagine the fierce roar of her Gryffindor hat, could almost hear the tinkling of bottle caps.

But he lost it.

Cal's POV

"Cal, do you think maybe I could—" Cedric said from behind Cal. Cal shot up and turned around to face Diggory, frustration and tire making him slightly irrational and overly angry. All day, he had been looking for someone to vent at, someone to scream and wail at. He was afraid of doing it to Wyn's friends for fear they wouldn't help him, and the last time he vented to the twins all three of them (plus a very irritated Lee) had ended up in the Hospital Wing. Diggory seemed like a perfect target. Plus, he was already angry with him. Cal opened his mouth and just let the words fall out.

"I've told you before, Diggory, you are not allowed to step foot anywhere in the remote area of Wyn. I don't know what you did to her, and I don't bloody care. There's only one person in the world that can make her act like this, and it's you. I don't want to see your bloody face anywhere close to where we're even talking about helping her. I don't want to you see anything that even remotely reminds me of you, do you hear me? For the last bloody time, Diggory, get the hell out of here!" Cal yelled angrily. Cedric looked at him, biting his lower lip, running his hand through his disgustingly perfect light brown hair. Cal could feel his lip curling in anger, could feel his hand forming a fist, could hear the blood rushing quicker, quicker, through his veins.

"Cal, I honestly didn't do anything! I hadn't seen her since Halloween," he pleaded, his big brown eyes looking so tired, so confused.

"I don't believe you."

"Cal—"

"Kip was wrong. He was never wrong—never. But he was wrong about you. You don't deserve her! She doesn't deserve this! You know, I never approved of this. I never thought you and Wyn made a good pair, but I kept quiet. I bit my lip and shut up because Kip approved. Because Kip wanted it. In his memory, I have let you near my sister, I have let you break her heart, I have mended it, and I have handed it back to you. But not again. Not again, Diggory. I don't know what you did, but you've screwed with Wyn for the last time!

"Not even Kip's approval, not even his memory, is going to help you this time, Cedric. Get out of here," Cal said dangerously, trying to quell the fire that was burning inside of his chest. More than anything, he just wanted to deck the sucker. Cedric looked over Cal's shoulder at the rest of the people who were helping him with Wyn, but they all looked down quickly.

Cal watched with pleasure as Cedric's head went down and he walked back over to the Hufflepuff table. Just when he was about to turn away, he saw what would change everything. He saw just one little movement, and he knew why Wyn was so heartbroken.

Before he let his anger get the best of him, he raced out of the Great Hall to get his broom. He could make Wyn better again.

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"Open the bloody window, Wyn, or I'll open it myself," Cal growled from outside her window. He heard nothing from inside. He sighed and put his lips as close to the window as possible. Then, in a low voice that only Wyn would be able to hear, he said something that he was almost positive would make her open the window. His voice was cracking with a huge array of emotions. He could feel Wyn's discomfort, her awe.

And then the window opened.

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In the next chapter… we find out what Cedric did.

I AM EXTREMELY HAPPY BECAUSE I LOVE BLAISE. I AM ALSO EXTREMELY HAPPY BECAUSE I GOT THIS CHAPTER WRITTEN.

Big thanks to my reviewers, same as last chapter: lo22, LeonaKat, and Mirithespazz. Danke.

Oh, and if anyone could put these events in order for me: 1st event, Christmas, Yule Ball. Double thanks!

Another note: Cal+HermioneNO. Just thought I'd throw that in there in case anyone looked at that part and went 'is she trying to ship Hermione and Cal...?' I'm not. It just kind of came out that way.