The group of twenty two landed in a heap next to a sign that read "Welcome to Forks, Washington. Enjoy Your Stay!'
"Oh. My. Gosh," Ginny swooned. "I get to meet the hottest people on Earth! I mean, other than Harry," she said, practically drooling.
"Back off Weaselette, Harry's mine," Draco growled.
"Draco, love," Harry reprimanded," don't call her that. But yeah, Gin, I'm gay. Gayer than Dumbledore, no offense sir," Harry added hastily.
"Its fine, my boy. In fact, Grindewald and I used to get up to some wild-"
"Not to interrupt," Clarisse said, interrupting Dumbledore, "but let's go kill some Sues!"
"Yeah," Percy said quickly.
"Nice save," Ron muttered to Clarisse and Percy.
The group marched up the main road of Forks. There was a grocery store, an outsoor gear store, a gas station, police barracks, and a fire department.
"God, it's so small," Rachael muttered.
Annabeth said loudly," You need to get out of the city, girl. Let's go look in the police barracks."
So the group went to the police barracks, a small building that was even smaller on the inside. Two men were inside, one was asleep.
"Must be a boring town," Grover muttered to himself, but half of the group heard him.
"Hello," the man awake said, rising and walking towards the assorted group. " What can I do for y'all?"
"Well," Conner started.
"We are looking for a girl," Fred continued.
"Named Bella Swan," Travis finished.
"Do you know her," George tacked on as an afterthought.
"Bella? Yes, she's my daughter. What's the matter? Is she hurt? Was it that boyfriend of hers? He is no good. I've been telling her that. And now she's engaged at 18! That'd not how things were in my day I tell you. "
"Well," Dumbledore started, but was interrupted by this weird man.
"- Why do you need her? What are your names? Where are you from?"
"My name is Albus Dumbledore. These are my colleagues. We fight the greatest evil in the Universe. Your daughter's part is a secret. Half of us are from New York, the other half, including myself, are from England."
Dumbledore held his hand out. "My name is Charlie Swan. Bella's my daughter. Nice to meet you." And he shook Dumbledore's hand. "Why can't you tell me about my daughter's part in all this?"
"Well, she is a legal adult. It's her privacy. Do you know where she is, Charlie?" Remus asked.
"I can call her cell phone. Hold on." Charlie rummaged in his desk, pulling out a mobile phone. He pressed a button, and the phone rang. Bella picked up no the fourth ring.
"Hello," the voice on the other voice half asked, half said.
"Hi, Bella?"
Hearing a conformation, Charlie continued, "There are some," he paused, looking at Tyson," people, looking for you."
Charlie listened to her, and handed the phone to Dumbledore. "She wants to talk to you."
"OK. Hello, child. My name is Albus Dumbledore. I run a school, called Hogwarts. I would like a meeting with you and your boyfriend and his family. And your friends. Your special friends, if you know what I mean."
Dumbledore stood there, listening for a few minutes. "Ok, that would be wonderful Thank you."
Dumbledore handed Charlie the phone. "Thank you, Charlie. " Turning to the group behind him, he said," Bella and her friends can meet us at her boyfriend's house. I have directions. Let's go. Again, thank you, Charlie."
Dumbledore turned around, wand drawn. He spoke clearly and loudly. "Obliviate." Charlie grew cross eyes, and his eyes appeared foggy.
"Let's go. I need something for a Portkey." Dumbledore was handed a brush b Annabeth. He cast silent magic, and told everyone to grab hold.
"At least it's not a sock," Rachael said somewhat happily.
"Everyone, please draw your sword or wand. We are entering Sue territory. We will not attempt peaceful cooperation, unless the perfect opportunity arises. And to destroy Sues, the have to be cut up into different pieces and burned. The wolves will die with magic or sword. Bella will be very well protected. Be prepared to take lives." Chiron finished his speech by nodding his head in a slight bow. Everyone in the group followed suit, except Ginny.
"I can't kill them," she managed to get out through her sobs. "They are too perfect."
"Well, Ginny, it is with us or against us. Choose." Remus spoke softly, but it carried to everyone in the group.
"Wait! This is bloody mental! Ginny, what are you thinking?" Ron asked.
"She's too far gone, Ron." Fred said, unusually sober.
"Stephenie Meyer, the bloody wanker, has her brainwashed. There's nothing we can do," George finished.
"I'm fighting with them," Ginny stated firmly. Then, she looked at Harry. "Will you fight with me, you delectable hunk of meat?"
"Errr…"
"No, he won't," Draco cut across.
"Well then, give me a kiss for luck." And she pounced on him. Harry, the poor fool, was dumb enough to let her kiss him, until Draco stepped in, belligerent.
"You do not piss off Draco Malfoy," Draco said, accenting each word with a hex, until Ginny was an unconscious mass of goop polluting the floor.
"Well, let's take her to the Cullens," Conner said, in a last ditch effort to break the awkward silence.
"O-ok," Harry said, still in shock from the kiss. It had been horrifying. She was not the Ginny Weasley he knew. She was a psychotic fruitcake. This was Bella and her cronies fault. They would rue the day they pissed off Harry Potter.
AN: Woot woot! Two chappies in one day! I'm on a freakin' roll! You know the drill…reviewreviwreview! I'll send you cookies!