Fawns Heart

{Two}

His voice echoed through my head.

Everything was black, I couldn't see, I could only hear.

Though somehow I knew exactly where I was. I could hear, I could feel, I could smell, the only thing I couldn't do was see. However, the strong smell of my vanilla and cinnamon perfume, along with the soft comforter underneath me gave everything away.

I was in my bed.

At my home.

A place that was supposed to be my home, but was far from it.

"Fawnie? Are you awake?"

I could feel my breath begin to quicken as I tried my hardest to look as if I was sleeping, though I knew it wouldn't work, it never did.

"Stupefy!" The words echoed through my head. 

The next thing I knew, I felt like I was floating.

Unable to catch my breath.

Unable to breathe in general.

I was drowning.

I woke up with insanely shaky breath, and sweat pulsing down my forehead. I tried so hard to calm myself down with a few breathing exercises that my father had taught me, fearing that I'd wake up Hermione who was still sound asleep in the bed next to mine. Though no matter how hard I tried to calm myself down, it wasn't working.

I knew that the only thing that could calm me down was the feeling of water rushing down my skin. I shook as I tried to get out of my bed quietly. I had been shown that there was a shower room downstairs through the common room. It made me slightly uncomfortable at the thought of having to share showers with a bunch of other Gryffindors, but after waking up from a nightmare, I really couldn't care less.

Still shaking, I managed to find my towel and fresh lingerie with the help of the small amount of moon light the curtain let into the room.

It took me slightly longer that I would have liked to get into the shower, though as soon as the warm water fell onto my skin, it practically melted every shaky feeling away. It took me a minute to recollect myself, to think about my breathing. I was having flashbacks to my nightmare. The same nightmare that I've had almost every night for the past few years. Within every flashback I loose my breath, I'm floating, I'm drowning. Every flashback I get reminds me to inhale, then exhale. I tried my best to remember other things. It's almost like trying to cast a patronus charm, thinking of a happy memory, relaxing in that memory. 

The day my father adopted me, that should do.

Breathe in...

Breathe out...

And with that, I was finally calm.

I stepped out of the shower, and reached out for my towel that I had hung up. I dried myself off and put on my matching deep blue lacy lingerie. I was looking around for my shirt that I wore into the room, though because of all the steam, it was hard to see anything. It was only till I heard the door close that I noticed another person in the room. I jumped as the door shut, and tried desperately to hide my body, reaching for my towel that was on the floor. 

"Woah, sorry darl" I heard a familiar voice say.

"Jesus Weasley!" I almost screamed.

The light in the room was all hazed, we were surrounded by steam. I could only just tell the twins appart, and now I could hardly see this twin in the room.