Now, Where Should We Begin? (Weasley Twins)

Chapter 115 - Surprise Bitches

Dirt stung Kennedy's eyes as words flew from each of the Death Eaters mouths. Some were giving orders while others were simply yelling or laughing at each of the faces in front of them. With a glare on her face, Kennedy grit her teeth and looked up at the Death Eater that she could assume had taken Gabriel. The man was about two inches taller than him and was growling and spitting in poor Gabriel's face, spitting out questions about where Harry or his friends had gone.

Gabriel didn't reply which frustrate the old bald man with a scar running jaggedly down his entire skull, from the front of his forehead to the base of his neck. Just by looking at the skin outside of the scar, you could tell for sure that the scar was not given to him for medical purposes, in fact, the outer ring of the scar was so jagged that some of the skin looked extremely tight while others looked wrinkled and loose.

Helplessly Kennedy lay pressed firmly into the earth, breathing in calmly as she looked around for any sign of assistance. Molly and Arthur were being questioned now leaving Tonks, Remus, a few people Kennedy didn't know, and Leighton to have answered whatever series of questions the Death Eaters had for them.

Slowly they were making their way down the line and next to answer whatever questions they had was Benny, followed by Maisie, Fred, Bill, Fleur, and George.

Kennedy didn't include herself in this list because she had a feeling they didn't truly care what she knew or didn't. The entire time each of them seemed to be eyeing her like a piece of meat while looking to whoever was attached to the boot on her head like someone that had taken their only food.

It was quite intimidating to Kennedy but she refused to let them see that, so she hardened her face and grit her teeth tighter. Her tongue remained in between her teeth so she didn't cry out from the pressure being put down onto her head.

In all honesty, she hadn't been paying any attention to what questions were being asked since the pressure squeezing her skull caused flashes of light to cross her vision, and then suddenly she wouldn't be in the open field on the burrow anymore.

For only a second she could see herself back at the quidditch world cup campsite with her father standing over her, boot squished against her skull while a burning flame scold her skin on her palm.

Shakily Kennedy blinked back her thoughts and raised her twitching hand toward her face slowly, only lifting it an inch off the ground so she could see the letters FAD on her hand. For a while she remembered being hateful toward her father for the scar she now had on her hand, causing it to be rough and scratchy instead of soft and flat.

But now she couldn't help but think thoughtfully of him when she gazed at her hand. It gave her an odd flood of emotions that frustrate her sometimes, but for now, it seemed to empower her.

Her eyes twinkled when she read the letters on her hand, and she almost smiled when a boot same colliding down onto the back of her hand, pressing it into the dirt. A hardy and muffled scream left Kennedy's mouth, causing her friends and family to flinch at the noise, only to gape in shock when they saw a man who easily weighs two hundred pounds leaving all his weight on her without a care.

"Hey!" George shout while taking a step toward the man only to be shoved back into Bill who caught him and held him back. "Get off her you-"

The man pressed harder onto Kennedy's head causing her to squeeze every muscle in her face, halting George's words quickly.

"Don't speak unless spoken to." The Death Eater asking questions ordered with his wand gripped in his hand threatening.

The pressure had yet to be released and Kennedy started digging her fingernails into her palms to try and distract herself. Of course the one thing she was starting to feel just a small amount had been pain. It couldn't have been anything else, it just had to have been pain.