|| Chapter 11 ||

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Here is the eleventh chapter.

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"Next" Apollo calls. I take a deep breath and move ahead. The boggart takes form of a girl- Annabitch. Of course, it had to, I curse the fates.

"You were wrong Percy; I didn't love you never did. You were such a fool to believe me. You really are seaweed brain, aren't you? I was using you for fame. You believed me. You were and are a fool Perseus Jackson." She give an evil laugh. "With a doubt you believed that I love you. That such a beautiful and intelligent girl like me could fall in love with you? Could actually date you?"

I can't help but break under her words, she cracked my loyalty. She was my mortal anchor and she destroyed every wonderful memory I had. I hear my cousins and Anastasia talking but I don't know what they say. I fall to my knees.
I feel somebody pull me in a hug, but I can't react.

"Percy. It's alright, we are out of it. She can't do anything to you now. You have friends, family; you don't need her." Anastasia's voice flutters my mind. And I feel her pick me up, I don't want her to but my body isn't reacting like I want to. I am half in shock.

After nearly five minutes of crying in Anastasia's chest I was fine. We were now sitting in the Gryffindor common room.

"I am sorry." I tell the others.

"Not your fault, Perce." Thalia says pulling me in a hug.

"She is right, Perce. We love you and are there for you. Don't forget we are the F8, we don't depend on fate. We make our own." Nico says. And we grin.

"I miss them."

"Us too." Thalia and Nico sigh.

Before anybody could say anything else the Gryffindor from our year were there. So, we got up and left the common room to our room.

I slump into a chair, in our living room. And run my hands through my hair. Remembering something I turn to Anastasia, "Why did you gasp when Hermione's boggart took form?"

She is silent for a few minutes, "I was unaware that they two were dating."

"Oh."

"Who is he?" Nico asks.

"A friend." she answers.

"You are hiding something." Thalia states.

Anastasia sighs, "He is... what should I say? My right- hand man, my half- brother from mother's side?"

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