A man with sandy hair walked down the streets of Hogsmead, glancing around anxiously. He was alone, seemingly, no longer having the protection of his old friend, Sam. Sam couldn't time travel anymore, he was too old, too sick.
Conan ran a hand through his hair, sighing softly. Sam had practically ordered him to come here. Practically forced him to. He had wanted to stay away, still ashamed for his actions three years ago. The way he had spoken to her, yelled at her. He had hit her. He was becoming more like that impudent Herion everyday that passed.
He sought out the Three Broomsticks, it being the desired meeting place for such a thing. He had sent her a letter, weeks ago. He knew she'd be there, she needed to be.
He paused in front of the door, afraid to go in. He knew she hated him, he knew she just wanted him out of her life forever. He took a deep breath preparing himself for what would undoubtedly be a yelling match and walked into the cheerful, noisy pub.
Conan immediately saw her, his eyes draw to her as though by magnets. His heart skipped a beat as he looked at her, her red hair and fair skin making him miss her all the more. His heart almost stopped, though when he saw what sat on her lap. A small boy with black, messy hair and clear ice blue eyes. He was paler than her, but not sickly looking. A handsome boy who looked exactly like...
He flashed back to years ago, seeing a large, older version of the boy in his minds eye. The man who Ginny had fallen in love with. Xaver. Thisboy was no doubt his son. He had to be. He was identical to Xaver in every physical way possible.
Except maybe the way he looked about the room. He had Ginny's cunning glances, his facial expression was of slight amusement, and without ever speaking to the boy, Conan knew he had to be intelligent. He stood still, watching Ginny and the boy. What did this all mean?
He turned, as though to leave, but Ginny looked up, catching his eye and not looking away. Now he couldn't leave, she had spotted him. He made his way to her not sitting but standing and starring openly at the child on her lap.
Ginny frowned at him, "Hello, Conan."
