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A group of men sat outside of the bar, slightly too drunk to be able to get anything more from the bar. They sat on a bench, watching the people walk by. Now and then, they would call out to the people passing by with slight malice. Suddenly they saw what they thought would be a good time.

A young woman, holding the hand of what they thought had to be her little brother, walking along the trail. She was young, pretty, and obvious prey. She had no apparent way to protect herself, except maybe her wand. But they wouldn't worry about that, she'd have no time to draw it if they had their way. The slowly pulled themselves up and followed her and the child, their leering smiles bright on their faces.

Unfortunately for them, once they caught up with her, she had been aware of their eyes for sometime. And when they grabbed her shoulders, she had been prepared for that as well. She smiled when they turned her around, smiled at their half glazed eyes, and smiled at their slightly worn out bodies.
"Evening, gentlemen." Ginny said,her voice low and sultry. She smiled, and gently let Cody's hand slip from her own so both of her's were free. One of the drunks grabbed her forearms and chuckled lowly.

"`At's `ight, `il misseh," He slurred, "Ya know ewws in chargh `ere." His buddies laughed with him, and he tightened his grip, before suddenly he froze in terror. He was looking into her eyes, and then he screamed, high pitched and annoyingly. He screamed bloody murder, and trid to let go of her arms, but couldn't. He was held there by something. He screamed again, his words were no longer slurred. He was sober suddenly, "NO! NO! IT'S NOT REAL! MAKE IT GO AWAY! MOMMY! DADDY! SOMEBODY!"

Then he dropped, his eyes rolling back in his head. His body twitched, then was still. His friends' eyes widened, and they looked at one another, then at Ginny. They shuddered, her beauty now horrifying them. Chilling them to the bone. They turned to go, but were stopped when they saw the boy who had been holding her hand. Cody grinned wickedly.

"Ciao signori," The child whispered, his Italian almost perfect. The men went white as sheets and sped out of there as quick as they're legs would carry them. As they went, they heard a chilling laugh behind them, the child's sweet giggled warped by the stone building and echoed to sound like something a devil would emit. Or a god. They weren't sure.

Cody looked at Ginny, still giggling slightly, "Erano in modo da spaventato." They were so scared.

Ginny gave him a sigh and shook her head, "Yes, they were." She leaned over and poked the man at her feet. Cody looked on with intrest.

"Volontà è giusto?" Cody asked if the man would be ok. Ginny nodded, then looked up sharply.

"You were English born and bred, love. For my sake and sanity, please speak English to me. I can hardly understand Italian." Cody grinned, and nodded, but doubted he would speak English for a bit. He liked Italian. And French, and just about most Roman languages.

Cody Xian wasn't human. He knew that better than anybody, had known it for years. Even before his mother finally explained the truth to him when he was three. He didn't mind, it didn't matter that he wasn't human. Not to his family.

Not to him.

But to some, this seemed to be very distressing, to the point where they feared him so much they hated him.  Cody knew these people were the ones with the power to destroy the world. The fact they feared him, a simple five year old, more than they feared each other was an example of their stupidity. And their power.

There was a reason Cody wasn't human. He had wings. Beautiful black wings, identical to those of his father's. Cody was an almost perfect imitation of Xaver Xian, especially in looks. There was no doubt to those who knew Xaver that Cody was his son.
And after they met Cody, there was no doubt that he was Ginny's son.

But today, Cody didn't care about any of this. Today, he decided to stop being a child prodigy and just be a child. Which meant he had snuck out of his home just after his dad had left and before his mom woke up. Usually, he wouldn't have been up for hours, but the lost hours of sleep didn't affect him at all. Not with the adrenaline running through his blood as he soared through the skies around Hogwarts.

Finally, he pulled himself to the ground, rolling on purpose instead of landing and laying in the grass. He sighed, closing his eyes, wishing that this moment could go on forever. That when Mom found him, she wouldn't be mad about his disappearing on her like that. He wished that Dad wouldn't be so carefully disappointed in him.

He opened his eyes, looking upwards with a small smile. When most children dreamed of flying, Cody had no need. He knew what it was like and it was the best thing in the whole wide world.

It was noon, and most people were doing something productive. Or were at least out of bed. But Ginny was still in her pajamas, still in bed, although she was awake now. She wasn't being lazy (although she did that alot), she was simply sick with a horrible cold.

Everything hurt.
Her head hurt.
Her eyes hurt.
Her skin hurt.

Ginny had the blinds and curtains closed on the windows, but the dim light still bothered her. She had about three thick covers over her, but she was still shivering even though she had a fever. She couldn't get comfertable, and every time she managed to fall asleep, she woke up stiffling screams from her nightmares. Now was one of those times.

She sat up, crossing her legs and holding her head in her hands, her eyes squeezed shut in pain and fright. She bit her lip to keep from screaming aloud, so as not to scare Cody. She knew he was up and about and could hear her.

The pain and fear subsided and so she slowly opeaned her eyes, squinting across te room at a mirror and frowning. Her eyes were dark with exhaustion, her hair hung around her face in soft curls, her skin had a red flush from fever. She looked horrible in her opinion. She moaned slightly and laid back, pulling the covers over her head as she heard someone coming down the hall.

So, who else cried like a baby and went into the fetal position while HPFF was down?

*raises hand and feels lonely* Eruhm. HAhaha. I got really, really bored. I even began to miss some of you loser n00bs! Hahaaaa.

Students were swarming the Great Hall, milling about and watching the teachers argue. The headmaster tried to quiet the mass of people with no effect. Dumbledore had long been gone, and with him was the ability to take control.

There was a loud bang, however, making people jump, scream and cover their ears. Ginny stood beside the headmaster, her wand in her hand, a hole in the wall near her. The hole hadn't been caused by her wand, but rather her fist. She had punched it, causing the stone wall to give away.

She frowned at the students and teachers, "You would all do well to silence yourselves." Ginny said, her voice firm but quiet, "I took time away from my family to help you wit this epidemic, and I will not have my time wasted."

The mass became silent, watching her as she began to speak again, "It seems to me, this is because you students would not follow my advice and treat the forest and it's grounds with respect." She was talking about the parties the students seemed so fond of in the forest.

Ginny stood onto of Gryffindor tower, her arms folded around herself against the wind. She faced a man of the same age with dark hair and eyes. He smiled playfully while she looked very upset.

"Really, love...the job isn't that hard." Mahn said to her his voice soft.

Ginny winced slightly, "Mahn, I refuse. Is that all you wanted?"

"Actually, no." Mahn's playful grin dissappeared, "I wanted to tell you what is going to happen."

"Happen?"

"If you leave England," He said, "Your family...your parents and brothers that is, will die."

Ginny paled her heart racing, "What are you talking about?"

Mahn grinned again, "I will kill them." He said, stepping forward and touching her hair. She jerked back, her face twisting in disgust.

"Don't touch me."

((Can anyone guess the song that is from??))

A red haired, fair skinned girl walked along the main street of Hogsmead, wearing all black, except for her sneakers, which had lines of red. The absence of color set out her hair, making it look more like a fire then before, even with the white snow falling and landing on her black hat. There was no doubt in anyone's mind, it was Ginny Weasly.

She looked to be around 17 years old. In reality, she was 20, almost 21. She'd had a hard life, a strange one even in the world of magic, and it showed in her eyes. They were dark, and thoughtful, and clever. She wasn't exactly beautiful, but she was striking. She got much attention as she walked, but not only for her appearence.

Most knew Ginny, or about her. They knew her powers, and felt her touch their minds as she walked past them each. Her psychic powers surpassed most, but many were afraid of her physical power. They had seen her fight, knew she didn't show everything. She was powerful and it scared them.

Which was probably why the Ministry was trying to get her to leave England. She fumed about it as she walked, her hands deep in her pockets, her eyes on the ground. She was angry, yes. But more sad. She didn't want to leave, but what choice did she have?

((I love my titles. Are they not creative?! FYI, for those who don't know, Ginny is 20 years old.))

"Momma, why is it so quiet here?" Cody looked up at his mother as they walked through the forest, his black hair lifting in the wind lightly. He gripped her hand, smiling and tilting his head to the side with childish curiosity. He wore no hat (having refused to put one on), but wore a nice warm jacket.

"Because it is winter, angel." Ginny answered, pushing a strand of brilliant red hair behind her ear. She smiled at her three year old son, looking around them, "The birds have all gone somewhere warmer. It is they who usually make the sounds one hears in the forest."

The two of them were walking off the path, Ginny knew the forest better than anyone. She had been in charge of it for so many years, she knew it with her eyes closed. She did not fear the animals, they knew better than to mess with her.

Far off, the school bell rang, sounding the end of the day for students. Ginny knew it would be only a matter of time before a few students ventured into the forest for some reason or the other. Most of the current students annoyed her, she thought them stupid and shallow beyond belief.

[Angels & Demons]

Both written by Dan Brown (who is Christian, believe it or not.)

Angels & Demons-
The basic plot is a classic race against time to find a hidden bomb and hunt down a serial killer in Rome. As its backdrop, the book debates the question about which is to be trusted - science or religion. It purports to show how the Vatican works as the plot to blow it up is uncovered during the conclave, revealing hidden secrets and mysteries as the story unfolds.

The DaVinci Code-
The novel has several concurrent subplots interweaving the lives of different characters. Eventually all the characters are brought together and the subplots resolved in the denouement. The unraveling of the mystery requires the solution to a series of brain-teasers, including anagrams and number puzzles. The ultimate solution is found to be intimately connected with the possible location of the Holy Grail and to a mysterious society called the Priory of Sion, as well as to the Knights Templar. The story also involves the Roman Catholic organization Opus Dei.

I don't know if any of you have read them. Maybe you haven't, as some religions are against them. Or maybe you haven't because the books are rather mature, and some of you have the reading capability of monkeys.

At any rate, I have, and I loved both books, but significantly preferred The DaVinci code.
Has anyone else read them and would like to comment on them?

Amazingly, it was a warm day. Warm for January, that is. Ginny had decided to take advantage of this beautiful day and stop in the forest, visiting what some would call her childhood friends. Those friends being the pack of wolves that lived in the forest.

Large, grey wolves that were protected by spells Ginny had cast long ago. These wolves couldn't be harmed by magic, telepathy, or the elemental powers many students possesed.
They were Ginny's army back then. The Untouchables.

Ginny sat in a clearing, the whole pack of thirty or so laying, sitting, standing around her. One old wolf lay near her, his head on her lap, his eyes closed as she pet his head gently.
"My poor old Moon..." His dark grey fur was gaining some white, but he still looked powerful. Powerful enough to rip someone's head off if he felt like it.

The wolves watched her as she spoke to them, speaking as she would to children, "Loves, I hear you have been neglecting the students...more are getting attacked in the forest. Why?" She tilted her head, her pretty red hair falling across one shoulder as she smiled at them. A few looked down and whined, some's tounges lolled out, one or two barked.

"I see...still though, you made me a promise."

I won't be online when my time zone hits midnight (for once.)
So a very happy New Year to you all.

Hogsmead was packed, it seemed people were really getting ready to welcome in the New Year with lots of parties. Ginny walked up and down the streets, holding Cody's gloved hand tightly so as to not lose her young son in the crowds. She didn't look at the people she passed, seeing no real reason to.

But people watched them.

It wasn't often Ginny went into largly populated areas with her son, and people who thought they knew her were slightly surprised she had a young son. So there was often arguments about if Cody was her child or not, who his father was, where his father was.

Not everyone knew Xaver was back.

"Moommmaaa!" The sound of her child crying not only woke Ginny, it broke her heart slightly. She opened her eyes, but it made no difference. Darkness enveloped the room, except for the digital clock. She quietly distangled herself from the covers, slipping out of bed and to the door.

She shut the door to her and Xaver's room behind her and stood for a moment in the dim light of a small nightlight plugged into a hall outlet. She ran a hand through her hair, listening for Cody's cries again. She head him sobbing softly into his pillow and moved down to his room.

Cody lay on his belly, his face buried into a pillow. Ginny went and sat on the edge of his bed, her hand on the small of his back.
"Angelbaby?" She said softly, "Did you have a nightmare?"

Cody let out a sob and sat up, throwing his arms around her neck, pressing his face into her shoulder, "Uh-huh.." He said, between sobs. Simply by her presence, he began to calm. She rubbed his back, leaning against the headboard and whispering to him softly. He slowly began to fall back asleep, and murmured, 'Momma, sing to me...?"

Ginny kissed the top of his head, thinking for a moment. Then, slowly, she began to sing.
"Dancing bears,
Painted wings,
Things I almost remember,
And a song someone sings,
Once upon a December
Someone holds me safe and warm,
Horses prance through a silver storm,
Figures dancing gracefully across my memory...
Far away, long ago,
Glowing dim as an ember
Things my heart used to know
Once upon a December"

Her voice was soft, low and quieting. Even before she finished singing, Cody was asleep, comforted by her voice.

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."

It was late, and rain was falling onto the already snow covered ground. As Ginny walked down the street towards the Hogshead, she knew it would turn into ice in a mere hour. It was that cold out, and the rain had been coming down all day.

Only an hour ago, Ginny had left her house, kissing Cody's forehead and softly explaining to Xaver that she had something to attend to. The two dark haired beings had given her hugs and kisses, telling her to come back when she could.

Her boys. The two people she loved most in this world.

And tonight, she'd have to deal with one of the people she hated most, to be able to deal with someone she hated even more.
"My enemy's enemy is my friend..." She muttered to herself, not really believing it.

She stepped into the old, dusty pub, shaking her head to free the rain from her hair. She didn't bother to hang up her cloak, just let it disappear from her. Her bright red hair reflected off the candle light, catching the intrest of many men, mainly on sitting at the bar. He nodded to her and she scowled inwardly as she walked up to the brown haired man. "Mahn." She said in greeting, sitting beside him.

Mahn smiled, his teeth flashing white and sharp in the gloomy light, "Ginny, what a pleasure to see you. And how have you been?" Ginny winced slightly as he spoke, his voice still cutting her nerves after all these years. He noticed with another smile.

A small, dark haired boy, walked through the trees, slipping now and then in the ice/snow. Not that he cared, he was grinning like crazy, happy to have gotten rid of his parents for the moment. He seemed to be about 6-8 years old, a bit tall for his age, and pretty skinny. His messy hair flew into his eyes when the wind blew, but he ignored it, pulling his coat around himself tighter.

It was late in the afternoon, the sun was lowering quickly, but he showed no fear. His father's blood kept him from being cold, his mothers from being afraid of a simple forest. He tripped again, almost falling now, then laughing aloud.

Cody's eyes, exactly like his fathers ice blue, looked around with amusment at the still forest. He knew he shouldn't be in here, and he knew he wouldn't get away with it for long, but he wasn't afraid of anyone getting him except his mother. She was going to be angry when she finally found him.

"Ugh..." Ginny's low voice was heard by no one, it seemed. She opened her eyes, sitting up and rubbing her temple. When she pulled her hands away, she looked at her fingers with disgust. There was blood on them, blood trailing from there down the side of her face and staining her blue hoodie.

She looked around, shivering in the winter cold. There was snow all around her, and she recognized where she was. Hogwarts grounds, the forest, seemingly. She stood slowly, testing her legs. She blinked a few times, wincing at the throbbing her head gave her.

The last thing she could remember was walking down the main street in Hogsmead. But that had to have been hours ago, since the sun was down and night was creeping in. Ginny shivered again, wrapping her arms around herself.

She wasn't worried for herself. Nor was she worried for Cody. She knew she had left him with Xaver that morning. She sneezed, then scowled. Only a few hours outside had already given her a cold. In addition was the horrible stench f blood, her blood. She hated that smell more than anything.

((This is a continuation of Xaver' Ginny, and Cody's side after the one in Hogsmead. I really don't care who joins, but PM me first so we can go over a few specifics.))

As the small family disappeared, Ginny gently redirected Xaver's magic to a small cottage far out in the English countryside. They appeared outside, in front of the small, but cozy place and Cody squealed with delight.
"Momma, Miss Nancy took care of the plants." He said, wiggling down from Xaver's arms and pointing at the windows. Ginny nodded as Cody grabbed Xaver's hand, "Come on Daddy. I'll show you my room."

As Cody pulled Xaver into the front room of the place, a fire raised up in the hearth, instantly warming the room just enough. Ginny made a noise, "Cody, take off your coat and hang it up." She told him, and Cody did take off his coat, discreetly leaving it on a small couch and attempting to drag Xaver down a hall.

((*makes chewing noises* See, I can be annoying too))

It was snowing, one of the first of the year. It was stciking, so there was a slight spray of snow over everything, making the small village of Hogsmead look even more mideavil then it already did.

Ginny, budndled up in a warm, heavy jacket, held Cody's hand as he looked about him with wonder. He couldn't remember snow before this and it amazed him. He pushed his hat up higher, almost off his head and looked at his mother.
"Momma, it's so pretty!" He cried out, giggling.

Ginny smiled down at him, nodding, "It is." She agreed, "Come on, let's go in here and get some hot coca." She told him, walking towards the Three Broomsticks. It had been a week or so since Xaver had returned, and though Ginny was still scared of the future, she had to admit, she didn't want him to leave.

So, many characters on here are becoming somewhat shallow...so I think we need to have a topic where you can develop your characters a bit...

Ask for opinions on things, and keep in mind the main storyline for the forum (diffrent from the book!).

Remember, characters must have some faults, it's what makes them more fun to play.If you want, make it like a game. List all the 'good' things about your charry and for every good thing, put a bad thing.
Like this:
(For Ginny)

Pretty: short
Overall nice: bad temper
Kinda skinny: a bit on the average side of weight
A good teacher: psychotic
Loves Hogwarts and its students: mourns over the murders she has committed

I should have more...lolz, but I'm tired. But if you need help, ask me! I love helping people.