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First of, I'm so, so, so, so, SOOOOOOOOO SORYY! I haven't updated in months! This time, I really don't have an excuse, I guess I just started neglecting the story. I'm really sorry guys, I really, really am. I can't promise I'll never make you wait this long a agian, 'cause I'm a really forgetful person. If I haven't updated in a long time, feel free to PM as just a friendly reminder, 'cause I probably forgot or something. Sorry again, everybody. Thanks for sticking with me, despite the long wait.

On a happier note, yay! Next chapter! I hope you enjoy!

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Chapter Six

Percy, Annabeth, and I jumped up at the exact same moment. "What's going on?" I asked, alarmed at he shouts. Percy and Annabeth were already racing to the door. I followed them outside, and sprinted to the parlor.

The door was wide open, and the Weasleys were standing outside, in our huge driveway. Percy Weasley was crouched behind Paul's Prius, his face white. The rest of the Weasleys had their wands out, facing…something.

I swear to the Styx, that for the rest of my life, I would never be able to describe what I was seeing, and more significantly, what I was feeling.

There were three monsters. The things were huge, black, and cloaked, their heads hidden under black, shadowy hoods. They floated a few meters above the ground, although their feet (if they even had feet) were still hidden by the cloaks. I couldn't see what was underneath their hoods, but I didn't want to know. I could hear their deep, rattling breath, like they were trying to suck something more than oxygen out of the air. They radiated death, despair, and cold.

Cold.

Oh gods, the cold, I will never be able to describe. No winter could ever be this cold, not even in the South Pole. It was freezing, biting, crushing. Knives of icy cold bit into my skin, my bones, my soul. It squeezed my heart like an iron fist, and I could feel my worst memories resurface in my mind.

The first flashback was from time when I was five; I had seen a monster, huge, gruesome, deadly. I had run to my mother, who refused to hug me, saying her outfit would be messed up.

I saw myself at age ten, twitching in my sleep as I had a dream of the future. The dream had two boys with blurry faces, and gold eyes, one wearing a purple shirt, one wearing orange. They charged at each other on horses, one on a black Pegasus, the other on a horse made of storm clouds.

Then I saw myself just a few months back, after I had just embraced the oracle of Delphi. I was sitting in my cave, thinking endlessly about what I had seen when I had embraced the oracle's spirit, visions of terrible things that I was forbidden to speak of.

As darkness began to curl around the edges of my vision, I forced my eyes open, willing myself to stay conscious. I wasn't going to let this monster, whatever it was, take me out.

"Percy, Annabeth, do you know what that thing is?" I asked, not taking my eyes off the monster. There was no reply. "Percy?" I repeated, glancing behind me.

Percy and Annabeth had gone stone still, their eyes wide. The blood was drained from their faces, and both of their eyes' were far away, as if looking at something that wasn't there.

I realized with a start that these monsters were made to do this to you. They showed you visions of your worst experiences. Based on their faces, Percy and Annabeth were seeing visions of what they had faced during the war. Compared to what these two demigods had faced, my flashback was nothing, and my flashback almost made me black out!

"Guys!" I shouted, snapping my fingers in front of their faces. Annabeth blinked, her gray eyes returning to the present. She grabbed Percy's hand, squeezing it gently. The gesture seemed to send a jolt through the son of Poseidon, who pulled out Riptide in an instant, uncapping it. The pen instantly expanded into several feet of deadly celestial bronze. Annabeth pulled her dagger out from her belt. I wished that I had my blue, plastic hairbrush with me.

"Annabeth, what are those things?" Asked Percy. Annabeth just shook her head. "I don't know, I've never seen them before." She said. Okay, Annabeth was the smartest person I knew. If she didn't know about something, I doubted anyone would.

"Well, they're not good guys." I said. Percy nodded, and glanced at Annabeth. In perfect unison, the two of them charged at the monsters, their weapons out.

Needless to say, I felt quite useless staying where I was, but I was just a mortal. I wasn't a demigod or a witch. I hadn't ever taken a monster fighting class, and I didn't even have my hairbrush.

Percy and Annabeth charged at the same shadow-thing, stabbing at it in synchronization. The two blades sliced the monster clean through the middle, but instead of exploding into normal putrid yellow monster dust, it dissolved into wispy black smoke, which drifted upwards, and blew away in the wind. Percy and Annabeth turned to the other two monsters, but I noticed that their movements were slower, and more sluggish. Perhaps being so close to these cold creatures was having an effect on them. The two remaining monsters turned their focus from the Weasleys to Percy and Annabeth. The monsters' breathing became louder, and more deliberate.

Percy and Annabeth's eyes glazed over as the two monsters sucked in the air greedily. I knew instinctively they were sucking something out of my friends, something they needed.

For a moment, I stood paralyzed where I was, watching terrified. Then, I screamed angrily at my relatives "Well?! Do something!"

Until this point, the Weasleys had been staring shocked at the two demigods, amazed that they had been able to kill one of those things. The redheads snapped out of their trance, and Ginny and Ron raised their wands.

"Expecto Patronum!" They shouted in unison.

I gasped as a huge, silvery, glowing horse burst from the tip of Ginny's wand, and a Jack Russell Terrier from Ron's wand. The two silvery forms ran through the air, leaving a glowing, silver streak behind them. They charged the monsters, pouncing towards them at full speed. Without the slightest sign of resistance, the two monsters turned away from Percy and Annabeth, and fled from the silvery animals, flying into the distance until I could no longer see them.

My jaw dropped, staring at Ginny and Ron. Now that was magic! For a second, Annabeth, Percy, and I just stared at the Weasleys, who stared right back.

Then, Ron and Ginny both quickly pocketed their wands, and Percy said,

"Holy Hera, what was that?!"

Mrs. Weasley rushed forward towards Percy and Annabeth. "Oh my! Dears, you two were so close to them! That was awfully brave of you!"

She went up to Percy, and began to inspect him, as if looking for injuries. Percy looked at Mrs. Weasley blankly, his face settling into a confused expression.

"W-what were those monsters?" Asked Annabeth, recovering her surprise first. "And how did you make those silvery things? Why did the monsters retreat?"

I glanced at the Weasleys, waiting for them to explain who they really were. But they didn't. Instead, Mrs. Weasley turned to Annabeth, and looked her over as well. Then, she pulled out two huge bars of chocolate from the folds of her skirt, and handed them to Percy and Annabeth.

"You close to them for so long." she said worriedly, "Dementors have a terrible affect on anyone close to them. Eat, you'll feel much better."

Percy ripped open the wrapper and began to wolf down his chocolate without complaint, but Annabeth just looked at Mrs. Weasley expectantly.

"Dementors?" she asked, "I've never heard of them. How do you know about these things? How did you get them to leave?"

Mrs. Weasley shifted uncomfortably, and Mr. Weasley spoke up. "Those were Dementors." he said gravely, "They're terrible beings, they feed off a person's happiness, and leave them with nothing but their worst thought and experiences."

Percy shivered, "That explains the flashbacks," he muttered.

"How did you make them retreat?" asked Annabeth, her gray eyes fixing on Ginny and Ron, "You two shot huge, silvery things that took the forms of animals, and made the Dementors leave. What were those?"

Ron gulped, "They were just, ah-"

"They can't tell you what those were." I interrupted. I felt all their eyes look to me.

"Does this have anything with you not being...regular mortals?" Annabeth asked slowly, looking to the Weasleys.

"I really don't want to lie to you guys." I said, "But…." I glanced back at the Weasleys, "I can't tell you their secret either."

I could hear the wheels turning in Annabeth's head, trying to figure out what the Weasleys were.

Percy, on the other hand, just looked extremely confused.

I turned to Mr. Weasley. "Those things." I said, "They were from your...world?"

Mr. Weasley nodded, "Though how they came here is a mystery." he said, "The Ministry is supposed to keep them under control."

I didn't know what 'the ministry' was, but it was obvious the fact that the Dementors escaped worried the Weasleys.

"It could have been because of us." Annabeth suddenly said, "Rachel told you that we're Demigods. Our godly blood attracts monsters, these Dementors could have sensed us."

"If that's the case, you're in danger." said Bill gravely, "Dementors are no small threat, if more come, you could easily be destroyed."

"We've faced monsters before." said Percy, clicking Riptide. The sword shrank back into a ballpoint pen. "It's nothing new, we can handle ourselves."

"Dementors aren't like other monsters, they don't just try to kill you." said Ron, "After draining away all your happiness, they try to take your soul."

I felt a shiver run down my back. "Take your soul?" I repeated, "Is that possible?"

"If they kiss you, yes." said Ginny. That caught me off guard.

"Kiss you?" Percy repeated. It looked like he was trying not to laugh. Ginny rolled her eyes.

"Not that type of kiss." she said, "It's called a Dementors Kiss, when a Dementor...well, it's complicated...the point is, you can't use brute force against them. Not forever anyway."

"So will you help us?" asked Annabeth suddenly.

"With what?" asked Ron, looking confused.

"There are other demigods like us at Camp Half-Blood." said Annabeth, "If Dementors targeted us, they're bound to attack camp as well. You obviously know how to fight them, and if you won't tell us how, then at least come to camp and help us!"

I looked at Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. Mrs. Weasley had a guilty expression on her face. I knew that with a caring nature like hers, she would want to help.

"Dear, Arthur and I came to visit Mrs. Dare." she said to Annabeth, her voice quivering with emotion. "We can't simply leave. Not after we came all the way from England!"

"We don't really need-" Percy began, but Annabeth nudged him, and shot him a glare. What were they up to? "Nevermind." said Percy quickly.

"Mum, Dad, we could go." said Ron quickly, apparently not noticing the strange behavior. "We need to help." He turned to me, "You could tell your parents you invited us to go to your summer camp. Just for a while."

Ginny, Bill, Charlie and George nodded in agreement, although Percy Weasley said nothing. Mrs. Weasley bit her lip.

"Going off somewhere where you'll be fighting Dementors and being only with…" she eyed Percy and Annabeth and I realized she didn't trust them. In all honesty, I couldn't blame her. Sending your kids off alone with strange, powerful people was not exactly the type of thing a mother would happily do.

"I don't want you getting hurt," said Mrs. Weasley, deciding not to finish her thought.

"Mum" said Bill, looking exasperated.

"Molly, it's not the first time they've been in dangerous situations," said Mr. Weasley quietly to his wife.

"We've all fought before," George said. Pain flashed across Mrs. Weasley's face.

"I know," she said, "I just don't want to lose any of you."

The family fell into a mourning silence. I stood quietly, and couldn't help but feel like I was intruding on something.

After a moment, Percy (Jackson) broke the silence.

"So will you come?" he asked.

"Definitely." said Ginny, without hesitating.

"I would rather stay here." said Percy Weasley suddenly, "In case another Dementor comes." he added quickly, "I be with mum and dad and…"

He trailed off. I turned to the rest of the kids.

"We're coming." said Ron, with an air of finality. The rest of the kids nodded.

"We should leave now." said Annabeth, "We don't know if more Dementors could have gotten to camp."

"Before we go anywhere, you guys have to get your stuff." I interrupted, turning to the Weasleys. "I'll tell my parents that you're coming to camp."

They nodded, and we headed back into the mansion. I glanced back to see Percy and Annabeth talking quietly amongst themselves. Gods knew what they thought of the Weasleys. I wondered vaguely what the Half-Bloods at camp would think of my family.

'Well, I guess I'll know in a few hours.' I thought to myself, and I ran inside to talk to my parents, and find my blue, plastic hairbrush.

And boom! next chapter is out! How'd you like it? And it was another cliff hanger, hehehehe :). Aren't these cliffys just evil?