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Love Lady Extremely English Voldemort.
To the average eye nothing strange or unseemly at all was happening in the lamppost lit streets of London: a few stragglers making their way home from a Friday night out, people sleeping snug in their beds looking forward to the Saturday morning lie in, Pretty average, nothing really strange happening just people relaxing off work.
Unfortunately for one 16-year-old girl in St Christopher's Orphanage something strange was about to happen. Asleep in her bed in the orphanage Christine Daaé was having a nightmare. Tossing and turning from the images flashing through her mind she would find little rest that night. Strange horrifying images of battles fought against faceless opponents, all too familiar yet terrifying in the same instant holding her in a suffocating hold of sleep from which she could not escape.
Finally the flashing images slowed down to focus on a strange sound, like a music box, Christine was in a long corridor lit sparsely by lit torches she heard the music before her and glimpsed a dark figure turning the corner. Jogging to keep up with him she followed the mysterious music until suddenly she was in pitch-black darkness, she could not see anything not even the end of her nose. She heard a rustle behind her like that of a jacket or a cloak and turned round alarmed but of course could see nothing. A glinting shimmering rectangular shape she consciously walked towards it and it was revealed to be a mirror. Christine examined herself in the mirror seeing what she always saw: long brown curly hair to around her elbows; pale skin and dark brown doe eyes. She was wearing a long old style nightgown and wondered how she got it growing up most of her life as an orphan she'd never had anything that elegant. Quick as lightening a shadowed figure grabbed her and held her fast and a melodious voice whispered into her right ear:
"We will see………my beloved Christine…If you will be more fortunate than the others…"
Then the music started to become discordant like a record played to many times, she felt herself falling: the last thing she remembered seeing was a pale face and a white half mask then all faded as she was returned to the world of day.
Christine Daaé woke with a start covered in cold sweat and shaking uncontrollably, she turned to her digital clock on the nightstand and saw the red letters spell out 5:25. With a jolt Christine realised that she had turned 16 exactly 2 minutes ago. It was exactly at this moment June 9th 1989 that she had been born. Her mother had also died at this exact time in the act of giving birth to her. Christine signed and put her head in her hands she had to get more rest she had 2 exams today French in the morning and then History in the afternoon. She was slap bang in the middle of her GCSE exams which would determine whether she would get into 6th form or not.
Christine could not help but let her mind wander to her father, when she was young before he died he always made a big fuss over her birthday; though they had very little money he always made an effort. Now she had no father to make a fuss, she doubted anyone apart from her would even remember. She gave a sigh and slumped back on the pillows but had collided with something she raised again and turned on her bedside lamp. It was a red rose with a black ribbon tied around the stem all the thorns had been painstakingly removed attached was a card with elegant handwriting on it. Upon the parchment was one word:
"Soon."