A/N: OMG! I got the 6th HP book! It was sooooooooo sad, but good. I was sobbing at the end! I finished it in ten hours! If anyone wants to discuss it with me e-mail me! Sorry, I had to say that! That should be my last author's note about Harry Potter! Ok. Sorry, this chapter is short again! I'll have the next chapter up soon! Also because of a few comments made my reviewers, I have decided to get a beta reader. If anyone is interested e-mail me! The person has to be good at spelling and grammar, because I suck at both, and make sure the chapters good!

For those who want to e-mail me to discuss Harry Potter or "apply" to be my beta reader, my e-mail address is StarFlower0190 at AOL dot com. Thanks!

pinkichigomewmew: Thanks!

BroadwayGirl1257: Thanks! Nichole is going to be a bit bitchy, but not as bad as Carlotta.

Twinkle22: Thanks!

phantomofleopera: Sorry about that! How can you hate Harry Potter?

Glitter Queen of the Ice Show: Thanks! LOL!

Kagome1514: WOW! You wrote a lot! Ok first. Yea I'm not that great at grammar and spelling, but I do my best, and am taking your advice about a beta reader. Next, I mainly put in the part about if something happens to Christine, Nichole will get the part, because after what happened with Carlotta and Christine the managers would make sure they always have an understudy. Plus they didn't want Nichole to leave. Don't worry! Nothing that bad will happen to Christine. BTW you did review my other story, and I did read and review a few of yours! I also have you on my author alert list. Next, two days for the HBP, I finished it in 10 hours! I finished the OotP in two, and the HBP is much shorter! That sucks about the author spoiling it, I'm glad I didn't read that story. I have a love hate relationship with spoilers, I want to know what happens, but I also want to find out what happens myself! I think that's it! Thanks!

Blackrosephantom: Thanks! I will try to fix spelling. I am awful at spelling and grammar, and if spell check doesn't catch it, I assume its right! Also, don't worry. Erik and Christine will…how did you say it? Make babies. Lot's and lots of babies! LOL.

Utara mikagam: Ok, Thanks!

Nugrey: Thanks for all your nice comments!

RachErikaSam01: Thanks! And are you kidding me! I had my relatives wake me up as soon as the book was here. I didn't even get dress or do anything that day until I finished it!

Madame Sophie: Thanks!

phantomadark: Thanks!

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Nichole was good to her word. The day after Nichole returned, Christine walked into her dressing room to find it torn apart. Her extra cloths were thrown on the floor, and ripped with what appeared to be a knife, along with the cloth seat of her vanity. Her vanity mirror was shattered, along with her perfume bottle. Her brush had all the bristles torn out, and her vanity was all scratched up, and a leg torn off. Thankfully the mirror that led to Erik's home was not shattered. She wondered how Nichole had gotten in, but no doubt she new everyone in the opera, and could go where she pleased.

Though Christine's better sense told her to tell the managers, or at least Erik, she said not a word to anyone. Instead she salvaged what she could out of what was left, though there wasn't much. She was forced to throw away her cloths, her shattered perfume bottle, and her brush. Her vanity, however beaten up it was, she kept. If she had thrown it out, she would have to ask for a new one, and the managers would know something had happened to it. Then no doubt Erik would find out. Instead she placed the broken leg where it should be, and as long as she didn't place too much pressure on it, her vanity stood up.

That was not all Nichole did. Another time, she was walking towards her dressing room after rehearsals one day, when someone stuck out their leg and tripped her, causing her to sprain her still weak ankle. Before she could see who had done it, they were lost in the crowd.

"Christine! Are you alright?" Meg asked immediately by her side.

"I think I twisted my ankle," Christine said trying to put weight on her left foot.

"Come, "Meg said helping her stand, "Let's get you to your dressing room." Christine leaned on Meg, and she was able to hobble to her dressing room. "What happened here?" Meg asked as she helped Christine sit on her vanity stool.

"Nothing," Christine said quickly.

Meg looked at her hard, looking so much like her mother that Christine had to suppress a smile.

"Fine," Christine sighed, "If you must know Nichole."

Meg looked at her shocked. "How did she get in?"

"I have no idea," Christine said wearily.

"Have you told the managers?" Meg asked.

"No," Christine replied.

"You've told Erik at least, haven't you?"

"No," Christine repeated. "And please don't tell him," she begged.

"It was her who tripped you today too, wasn't it?" Meg asked.

"I don't know. I didn't see whoever it was," Christine answered. "Your not going to tell Erik, are you?"

"No," Meg said sighing, "But you should. Now I am going to go get him. Don't worry, I promise I won't tell him anything," she said at the look on Christine's face. She walked over to the mirror and slid it open, and walked through. "I'll be back in a few minutes, with Erik," she said, sliding the mirror closed.

Christine did not have to wait long; within ten minutes somebody was sliding the mirror open.

"Christine, are you alright?" Erik said rushing over to her, not even bothering to shut the mirror.

"Erik, I'm fine. I just fell and twisted my left ankle," Christine replied soothingly.

Erik studied her for a moment, as she tried not to fidget under his gaze. Abruptly he turned his attention to her ankle, and asked no more questions on how her ankle got in this condition. "Can you walk on it?" he asked examining it.

"No," Christine said. "Where's Meg?"

"She's watching Madeline," Erik said not really paying attention. "You are right. You twisted your ankle. You will not be able to walk on it for at least two days," Erik declared when he was finished examining her ankle.

"Two days?" Christine moaned.

"Yes," Erik replied. "Now lets get you home." With one smooth motion he picked her up in his arms, and carried her through the mirror. Within fifteen minutes, Erik was placing her in her bed, and bandaging her leg. Meg was by her side.

"How long till you can walk on your foot?" Meg asked.

"At least two days. What am I going to do? I can't miss rehearsals," Christine replied anxiously.

"Do not worry," Meg replied. "Maman will explain things to the managers."

"Mademoiselle Giry? May I talk to you a moment?" Erik asked interrupting their conversation.

"Of course," Meg said, following him out of the room and closing the door.

As soon as the door was shut, Erik backed Meg against the wall. She now remembered how frightening Erik could be, as he towered over her, his face cold and set. She struggled to hold her self-straight, and not cower. This was after all the man who Christine loved.

"Yes," she asked trying to sound cold, but failing.

"What happened to Christine?" Erik growled. "I know she didn't trip and fall. I can tell when she's lying to me, and I know she would tell you the truth."

"I promised I would not tell you," Meg replied, not even bothering to lie. He would find out the truth eventually, Christine should just tell him. "You should really ask her."

Erik sighed, abandoning his icy façade. He knew he would never get answers from Meg; she was too much like her mother. "Fine. If you are ready I will take you back up. Your mother will be worried about you."

"Alright," Meg consented. "Just give me a minute to say good bye to Christine."

Erik nodded, and waited in the main room, as the two girls said good-bye. He had no doubt Meg was telling Christine what had just happened. Sure enough when Meg exited Christine's room, she looked slightly guilty. He returned Meg to her mother, then returned home. He checked on Madeline, who was awake and sitting up in her crib, and took her to her mother. "How did you twist your ankle?" He asked placing Madeline on Christine's bed.

Christine paled slightly. "I fell," she said, though she avoided his eyes.

Erik sighed, and ran his fingers through his wig. He would not be able to get any answers from her. She was like a stubborn child at times. "Fine. I have a few errands to run. I will be back in a few hours," he said. "Will you be alright her alone?"

"I'll be fine," Christine replied relaxing a bit.

Erik nodded and left the room. He thought it was time to visit Nadir again.

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Yea! Nadir's back! He hasn't been in chapters for a while. Ok now Review!