Fears | June Potter and the Haunting Voice | Book 1

Chapter Fourteen; Yellow Slit-Like Eyes

Chapter Fourteen; Yellow Slit-Like Eyes

June awoke with her head pounding. As she got up to get dressed for the day, the headache worsened. muttering something about the pain, June closed her eyes and felt her way towards her trunk to grab her things. Dressing one's self with their eyes close was difficult as June quickly learned with groans and a rushing feeling in her skull.

Slowly, June started to edge her way towards the exit when she heard a door on the other side of her open. Out stepped Maribelle with damp hair and wrapped in a red towel, once the blonde noticed the ginger feeling her way towards the dorm room door, she posed a question.

"June?" Maribelle asked curiously, "why are up feeling around like that?"

"Woke up with a headache, figured some breakfast would help," June explained.

"Wait for me then, I'll help you down the stairs," Maribelle insisted.

After waiting awhile against the wall for Megan to get dressed, June was helped down the stairs into the common room. Maribelle then guided her to the couch by the crackling fire and told her that she was gonna go finish getting ready for the day. June agreed, and by the creaking of the steps, she knew that Maribelle had gone back up the stairs. With her eyes closed her other senses came alive, the quietness of the common room was uncommon, but June felt comfortable in the silence. Her hearing had become stronger when her sight being off-limits, and she could hear the harsh morning wind rush against the common room windows.

Another rush of pain shot through her, and she quickly lied herself down on the couch. She listened to the rustling of the wind, the early birds chirping. After a while, an unmistakable voice entered the room. The boy's voice sounded exhausted, as though he hadn't gotten enough sleep. June was glad the pain had faded a short while ago.

"You asleep?" asked the voice.

"Am I?" June asked, a smile tugging on her lips.

A joy-filled laugh escaped the boy. Suddenly, her feet were lifted up slightly then placed back down, this time her knees were a bit bent to signify that there was a new physical thing under her. June smiled at her comfort with the boy, and they're conversation continued. As James Black laughed at another snarky comment from June a piercing pain shot from temple to temple.

Suddenly, June grabbed her head in agony, a whimper of pain unwilling leaving her lips. After her quick shot of pain elevated. June squinted at James and saw his concern, and she started to wish for the pounding to go away so she could relieve his concern.

Once the pounding subsided and her mind returned her ability to speak, she quickly started to explain to him about waking up with a headache and how his laugh had spiked the shot of agony. The boy quickly started to apologize profusely, and June smiled as she brushed him off with an, "It's okay,"

Instantly, an idea popped into James' head.

"Why don't you let me help you around today," James offered, then clarified his reason for offering rather quickly. "In case you have to close your eyes every once and awhile."

"Sure -"

Harry and Ron rushed downstairs, noticed June and ripped her away from her comfortable position. And moments later Hermione was down in the common room too. After dealing with a quick hit of pain, and apologetic eyes sent James way, Harry and Ron broke some news to the two girls that changed their perspective on Hagrid.

June, Harry, Ron, and Hermione had always known that Hagrid had an unfortunate liking for large and monstrous creatures. During the trio's first year at Hogwarts, he had tried to raise a dragon in his little wooden house, and it would be a long time before they forgot the giant, three-headed dog he'd christened "Fluffy." And if, as a boy, Hagrid had heard that a monster was hidden somewhere in the castle, June was sure he'd have gone to any lengths for a glimpse of it. He'd probably thought it was a shame that the monster had been cooped up so long, and thought it deserved the chance to stretch its many legs; June could just imagine the thirteen-year-old Hagrid trying to fit a leash and collar on it. But she was equally certain that Hagrid would never have meant to kill anybody.