Chapter 11
Harry and Christina went back to the deserted castle. There was no one in the corridors; they all must be in the common rooms. He led her to an empty classroom and closed the door behind him. "Are you sure that no one is coming here" she asked, uncertainly. "yeah" he said, "everyone is busy outside". He walked to her and faced her. She fetched inside her robe and pulled out something that Harry remembered from last year. A Time Turner. "This is it" she said, holding the necklace high for them both to see. "do you know how it works?" she asked him, frowning. "Yeah, I guess" he took the necklace from her hand and looked at it. It was a bit different than the one Hermione had last year. "I read the instructions note book at the Burrow and I knew that this Time Turner could take in years, not hours" she said, looking at the necklace too. "Ok, I guess it's time then" he said. Harry raised the Time Turner and put it gently around her neck. "I…I'm sorry because I bothered you" she said. "Don't be sorry" he said, "everything is Ok now" he said. Then he took a deep breath and said, "So, you're ready?" he asked her, looking at her teary eyes. She wanted to say something, she wanted to say goodbye, but her tongue was locked and she was unable to speak. "it's going to be ok" Harry said to her once more, "ready?" he said, looking at her beautiful eyes, and knowing at that moment that he'll never see them again, ever. She knew that no word of comfort will help her to speak now, so she just nodded. Harry turned the small metal sand clock, in the middle of the Time Turner, 36 turns. As he arrived at the last turn, his eyes met hers and she was smiling. He turned the metal one last, perfect turn. There was a strong light, Harry let go of the necklace as it floated in the air between him and Christina. And then, in a second, but seemed like an hour, Christina extended her hand, reaching for Harry. Harry went forward and as he wanted to cach her hand, it turned into thousands pieces of white light, and the hand disappeared in a last flash of light. Minutes passed as Harry stood in the classroom, his hand still in the air, as though reaching out for something…or someone.
There was the sound of rushing wind around her. It was hugging her from every direction. And as it suddenly started, it stopped. She was standing in the middle of an open-garden and the streets were empty. She walked silently, whipping her tears off her face. This place seems familiar she thought. She walked in the street until she arrived in a place she used to call home, and will always call home. "Well, I'm back".
9 years later
There I am, sitting here, in this room, and I'm about to get married. It's true that it was a long time ago (or to go) that I met a very great, young man. He helped me so much in some part of my life, but that was past, (or future). Those memories are still ringing like a small gentle bell in my heart. It has been few months, but they were the one of the best times in my life, and one of those times is now. My husband is standing at the end of this approach, just at the end of this long, purple carpet that I'm looking at. I'm happy that I'll be spending my next years with this man, but I can't stop thinking about the chance of seeing that young man again, the one that I missed the most. When I left him, I had a hard time explaining to my parents a lie; I told them that I lived with one of my friends at school, my muggle school of course. They believed me, they believed a lie, and they accepted it the same way a very nice woman once accepted. Mrs. Weasley was like a second mother to me, I'll never forget her.
It's true that some people might say that lying isn't a good thing, but when they put themselves in my place, they can't really argue about it. I didn't just lie to Mrs. Weasley or my parents; I also lied to someone very dear to me, someone that I just remembered at this special day of mine. Harry. I told him this huge lie that I'll never forgive myself for it, and I'll regret it all my life. My heart told me not to tell the truth, but in the same time it told not to lie. What was I suppose to do? That moment was hard for me; I was in a tight situation. Harry might have known everything about me, but he didn't know one thing, he didn't know that I'm not what he thinks, I'm not Christina Anderson. This wasn't my real name in the first place. But I just can't fix that mistake. And now that I'm advancing near this man, I remembered Harry, I couldn't stop myself, I couldn't stop my mind from remembering that moment that I lied to him. "I do" I said. The man was smiling and somehow I found myself smiling too. "you may kiss the bride" came the voice that seemed so far to me. He got near me, the man that (as he says) always loves me, since I was a kid. I saw his face and as I kissed him, I knew why the memories suddenly came to my mind in this second of connection. He is so like him. And at that moment I decided that the best way that I might be fixing the mistake I've done, the best way that I would be honoring that young man for all that he's done for me. If I ever had a son, I'll name him Harry, that's what I think, or at least, that's what my heart was telling me at this moment of time.