Now, Where Should We Begin? (Weasley Twins)

Chapter 96 - The Run Away

Chains clattered to the ground, and rushed footsteps were found echoing through the rooms behind them. Still half shocked Kennedy let her eyes raise from the floor and up to her fathers. He looked to be scared... rushed.

"You have to get up, buttercup." Foster pleaded with the girl who was only now just slightly coming from her dazed and emotionless state. "Sweetheart, please. I don't want the same fate I had for you... not anymore. Not after this. Stand up."

A small whine left her mouth as she was pulled from the ground onto her shaky legs that wanted nothing more then to just give in. They screamed and cried for even a moment more of rest, though the cards were definitely not in there favor.

With a gentle shove Foster pushed her in the direction that Remus and the rest of the group had left. She stumbled a bit but finally seemed to begin registering what was going on.

"W-what do I do?" Kennedy asked as she turned to look to her father. "What will happen to you?"

The man gave her a gentle smile. "I... don't know what my fate is. Though I'm sure the Ministry has a plan for me, and if not... you can expect to see me soon since I haven't quite paid my debt in full to you know who. As for what you do, just... keep on your toes. Trust your instincts."

Listening to the man Kennedy felt her heart pull towards the man. This was her father, not some crazed man pushing through the surface. He was here, for the first time she could see a warm glint to his gaze and a more welcoming aura form around him.

This was the man she had been waiting to see.

This was her Dad.

Glancing from him to the hallway she was going to run down sooner or later she looked to her father, and with the gut feeling in her chest hinting at the thought of never seeing him again, Kennedy crashed into his chest holding him tighter then she had ever held anyone before.

She felt his arms hesitantly hold her back, though once they had rest on her back he relaxed and held her just as fondly as she had him.

More scratchy tears pricked at Kennedy's eyes, her shaky form becoming far to noticeable to her as she pulled away from the hug quickly. Without another look to her dad she spun around and sped toward the hallway as the footsteps and shouting grew louder, far closer then before.

"Kennedy-" Foster called to her.

She stopped her movement, though she didn't turn to look to him, she merely turned her head slightly just so her could see she was listening.

"...You're powers. They're the same as mine were when I was younger though for whatever reason with the choices I made they changed along the way. The key to control is forcing yourself to really feel the earth. Find it's heartbeat.. Stay present and attached." The man explained.

"How- how do I do that? All I ever can focus on is-"

"The pain?" Foster state causing Kennedy to nod.

"How do I do that?"

"You have to embrace the pain. Prove it has no power over you. Then and only then will you be able to control your abilities. It has nothing to do with emotion, or physical strength. It has to do with your mental capability to beat down all the pain you've ever dealt with." Foster said to his daughter who still remained facing away from him.

"...And if that doesn't work?" Kennedy whispered.

"There's only two other ways to stop it. One you already have done before, though of course its temporary and the time variations are random. The other... well, I don't have to say it for you to know." He mumbled.