"Are you ready Becca?" Ginny asked lacing up her boots.

"As ready as I'll ever be." Becca said tightening her top.

"Are you sure that you did all the research?" Ginny asked a little nervous.

"We'll find out." Becca said picking up a rounded bottle and handing it to Ginny.

"Ready," Becca asked picking up her bottle,"Cheers!" The bottle vibrated against eachother and began to bottle just before they took a sip of it.

"Taste like raspberries." Ginny said looking at Becca.

"No more like pizza." Becca said

"It works!" Ginny screamed in happiness.

"We have made the greatess soda!"Becca screamed joining in with Ginny's.

"We have it! A soda that taste like what you want it to taste like!"Becca said dancing around the room with Ginny.

"Umm mum?" A little boy said from the door way.

"Oh yes, Orlando." Ginny said looking at her adopted son.

"We kinda have to go, we promised dad that we would be home for dinner." Orlando said walking over to his mom.

"Okay we will but first try this." Orlando took a sip of the soda, "Wow it taste like lucky charms!" Orlando said taking another sip.

"It changes with every sip." Becca said smiling.

"I need to go get home anyways, Chris must be worried about me. I left before he awoke and he wasn't up when I got in." Becca said walking for the door.

"Becca!" Ginny yelled.

"What," Becca was cut off to catch a flying bottle," Thanks." Becca said raising the bottle and walking out of the room.

"So you want to pick up pizza?" Ginny asked looking at her son.

"Why you not trust dad's cooking?" Orlando asked looking at her.

"Nope, remenber last time he tried making your birthday cake?"

Orlando laughed,"We ended up with a seven foot tall cake that kept spitting flames at everyone."

"Well it wasn't his fault, your Uncle George gave the candles to him." Ginny said walking out of the room.

Half an hour later Orlando drove the car into the drive way with his mom is the passenger seat, Ginny had a giant bottle of Fizzy Whizzy Every Flavor Soda Pop, and a large pepperoni pizza from Pizza Hut in her hands. Together they walked into the house, it was silent( very rare ) ,"Dad?"

"Baby?"

They were answered by a soft scratching sound, together they walked into the kitchen to see the garbage disposal on. Orlando walked over and flipped its switch and it clicked off. Silence filled the seemed to be waiting for their move. Ginny walked into the living room, to see someone sitting on the couch,"Baby is that you."

"Oh! I didn't here you come in!" Neville's voice answered her from behind.

"Honey, who is this on the couch?" Ginny asked taking her eyes off.

In that split second the figure grabbed ahold on Ginny's throat.Ginny kicked and punched but was unable to scream for help. Neville and Orlando came into the living room to see, Ginny losing color and blood slipping from her neck as she hung in the grasp of a woman.

"Baby!"Neville yelled running at the woman and throwing a punch into her stomach, forcing the woman to drop Ginny to the floor.

"Mum!" Orlando yelled pulling hr away from the woman as Neville pulled out his wand.

"Avada Kedavra!" Neville shouted but the spell rebounded off the woman and came firing back at him, Neville dropped to the ground his body softened by the curse.

Ginny seemed to regain her voice," You have killed my husband and no doubt probably other but I swear you will not kill my son!" Ginny took the bottle of soda and threw it at the woman's head. Blood trickled down her forehead and she slowly pulled a piece of glass out of it. Ginny was breathless. The glass shot towards her, catching her in the throat. Blood splattered all over the ground and covered Orlando, who seemed lost his grip on reality. When the woman bent down and grabbed the bodies he realized he was either next or he was not wanted to be killed. The woman's red eyes cut into his, and he knew she was gonna kill him too. Orlando ran out the front door and sped off into traffic.

Nicole gasped as three diamonds changed color, one to a sapphire, one to a rudy, and one to a emerald. Nicole screamed and ran for the nearest room to cry from the view of anyone.