Now, Where Should We Begin? (Weasley Twins)

Chapter 113 - Healing Requires Energy

Kennedy sat by Georges side all through the night while occasionally dabbing the gaping hole in the side of his head with a cloth soaked in alcohol to clean the wound of any potential dirt lodged within it.

It had been about two hours since the battle had taken place and Ginny and Molly had made some food for those who had an apatite from after the battle. The house smelled of lovely things, chicken, broth, and even some cheese sprinkled in through the aroma. Everyone was less tense now, though the edge everyone was feeling had still been there.

George had fallen asleep long ago with his head propped against a pillow so Kennedy had easy and open access to the fresh wound that had only just stopped bleeding twelve minutes ago. Her butt had gone numb long ago from how still she had been sitting on the hard ground, though she made no effort to move or find a more comfy position.

For all she cared about right now was the wounded man under her watchful gaze. Though the closer she looked to him all she could see was the boy she had fallen in love with under those stars while the ran pelt against her delicate skin.

Kennedy was sure that if his eyes were open, she could see the reflection of herself from that night right through them. In all honesty that was one of the only nights she had actually felt beautiful. And with him there standing proudly in front of her, there was no doubt in her mind that he thought exactly of her with what she had felt.

Gently Kennedy's dirt-ridden fingers combed nimbly through George's matted hair that was stained with dry sweat and the occasional cropping of blood. Kennedy had done her best to rid the crimson dye from his hair, though some of it wouldn't budge without a good scrubbing and some lavish soap.

Sadly that left him stained with some short-term memory of the battle that took his ear. Poor guy would now always have a scar to remember the night. And Kennedy felt for him on a different level with her body being littered with scars of all different shapes, sizes, and textures.

But even with her scars, George continued to love her endlessly, and so she would promise to always do the same for him. No matter what the cost was, or who would ever dare come between them.

As Kennedy's gentle and glassed-over eyes traced every detail of her lovers face she felt a slight divot of pressure against her injured wing, causing her to jump up from her spot with a gasp. As she shot up she let her injured wing curl around her body while the other simple flew out, knocking over a vase of flowers.

The glass shattered which stir George awake, leading his eyes to lazily wonder to Kennedy who still remained coated in dirt, blood, sweat, and grass stains.

"Oh! Calm down, dear, it's just me!" Tonks whispered quietly as she held her hands up to settle the frightened girl whose glossed-over eyes widened to the point where the pupal overtook a majority of her eye.

A few staggered breathes leaked from Kennedy's split lips and she settled. Slowly her wing folded itself back up against her back while her injured one fell limp against her side.

"S-Sorry..." Kennedy mumbled while wincing.

Pain. She continued to be able to feel pain, but she still couldn't feel much else. How she was able to feel this... she didn't know. But somehow, someway her nerves seemed to be regaining some sort of feeling ability.

"It's alright," Tonks spoke reassuringly while Molly waddled in with a majority of the adults behind her.

"Is everything alright?" Remus spoke slowly while stepping close to his wife's side.

"Everything's fine, darling," Tonks assured the man who still kept a firm hand on her side. "Just startled her a bit. I should've made my intentions known when I put a hand on her wing."