Now, Where Should We Begin? (Weasley Twins)

Chapter 109 - Wild Thoughts

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The clanking of a wooden spoon slapping against the metal edge of a pan shrilly rang through the house as the fumes of pure delight sizzled and popped up from the pans hot surface. Molly was making a form of stir fry and was currently adding in the veggies while Kennedy put together a special desert for everyone since Ron would be sent off to school within the week, hardly a few days till.

It wasn't unusual for Kennedy to make a surprise dish, but recently she hadn't quite had the time to considering the busyness of her schedule. Within the last few days she had been attempting hastily to get in contact with her future self, and to her great dismay it was almost like the connection had been severed.

Like the older version of herself seemingly disappeared.

And to Kennedy this was the worst timing she could have picked to just up and leave considering that Voldemort and his band of psychos were on the rise and literally anything could have happened within the next days leading up to the end of the school year. Harry's end of the school year in particular.

It was no secret that Voldemort wanted the boy, and Kennedy just couldn't have that. She needed one last visit with 'herself'. Just one more. Only so she could ask if there were anything going to happen to Harry and if she could prevent this in anyway.

As much as it had been quite sometime since her and the boy have even spoken, she couldn't help but still have this motherly protectiveness towards him, and even Hermione and Ron. Really anyone that she has spoken with that was younger then her by any amount, but more so people she knows are close with those who she herself adored.

To say the least her nerves were rattled. She was practically a baby's toy with how rattled she was.

Everyone could see it. They could take one look at her and see the unease in her eyes and watch as the hairs on her arms would stand up swiftly. Though whenever anyone would ask her what's wrong she would simply give an uneasy glance and mutter how she's 'figuring it out'.

Clearly she really wasn't. And that was starting to worry everyone around her.

As Kennedy stare mindlessly out the front window as she stirred together some brownie batter she suddenly was aware of the presence of a gentle hand caressing her lower back. She swallowed and hesitantly looked upward to her right to see George staring her down, making it known to her that he knew she wasn't quite put together.

Kennedy's eyes glazed with panic but she quickly blinked it away as she turned her attention back to the batter that was more then thoroughly mixed. As gently as she could Kennedy stepped aside and away from George and began to scrape the batter out of the bowl and onto a layer of cookie dough pressed tightly against a pan.

George sent a questioning glance to Kennedy before looking to his mother who had slowed her hasty mixing to watch the two, and when her eyes met her sons she gently shook her head.

Right now was no time to cause any uproar within the house. Everyone was already more tense then need be.

A gentle huff left Georges mouth as his eyes traced the form of Kennedy who's hazy eyes remained stone cold at the setting sun from outside the house.