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The summer after the triwizard tournament….
Christine awoke from her sleep once more, as always she had a nightmare concerning the events of the previous year.
She had dreamt she was back in the cemetery, and Cedric was lying motionless on the ground. All of a sudden he moved, and got off the ground. He was covered in blood. He began asking why she had killed him… she had woke with a start.
For two years now she had refused to return to Paris. Her last letter from Erik had broken her heart, it was so final. She had tried to get her life back on track, she had dated a boy from Beauxbatons last year, Raoul De Changy.
It hadn't felt right at all. They had nothing in common. She had broke up with him before he returned to his school.
All she thought about was Erik. She missed him so much, but it was her choice to end it…had it been…she merely wanted to slow things down, give herself some time to think. She was sixteen now and she felt much more confident about being in the relationship that she had been in with Erik before.
She looked at her clock it was only about nine in the evening, so she decided to walk to the park. She sat on a swing lost in her thoughts, and then decided to head back to the house.
On the way home she ran into Dudley. They exchanged some harsh comments and continued walking in silence.
Christine suddenly felt a familiar dark chill and panicked. Dementors here…but how and why. A familiar screaming pierced her ears and she couldn't think straight. Perhaps by the end of the evening she would be as good as dead.
Erik had vowed to never think of Christine again… but then again he always broke promises. He knew Christine had been avoiding him the last two summers, and he realized that she wasn't going to be coming to Paris at any time soon.
He had decided to go to Christine…he would beg her to take him back, if that was what things came to. He had come to understand what she had been trying to say in her letter to him and he felt stupid for reacting the way that he did.
He was walking down the street, determined to have his Christine back by the end of the night.
He saw a bright flash come from the alley, and he heard a loud thud. He decided it was best to go examine things.
When he got there he saw Christine against a wall sobbing, and what must have been her cousin passed out in a large heap. He quickly ran to her and held her in his arms, allowing her to drench his shoulder with her tears.
After Christine had regained her composure, she and Erik dragged Dudley back to the house. Christine's aunt and uncle were livid and Vernon screamed at Christine to leave his house and to never come back.
Erik helped Christine with her things, and stopped at the payphone on the corner to call a cab. The ride to London was a long one (expensive too) and by the time Erik had secured a room at the Leaky Cauldron, Christine had already fallen fast asleep. Erik carried her to the room and gently tucked her under the covers.
He took a moment to examine her, if it was possible she had grown more beautiful since he had last seen her. She seemed to have an angelic glow around her. That's what draws me to her, Erik though, she's my angel.
