A few minutes later, Christine opened her eyes to find herself being carried by a very worried looking Harry in the direction of the Hospital Wing. She struggled against his grip to try and get down, but it was no use. Harry had her legs swept over his arms and one of her arms wrapped around his neck.
"Harry let me down," she whined against his shoulder.
"No way, Madame Pomfrey needs to take a look at that bump on the back of your head," he replied firmly.
She pinched him in the arm that was holding her legs and when his grip loosened for that half a second, she was able to swing her feet down to the floor.
"What do you think you're doing? I'm just going to catch you and take you to the Hospital Wing anyway."
"Fine, then at least take me to see Dumbledore first," she leaned against the wall as the corridor began to spin slowly. "If you don't, Eric will get away."
"Who's Eric? If he's that guy that did this to you, don't worry about him."
"Just take me to Dumbledore, Harry."
He nodded his head and slipped one arm around her waist, put her arm around his neck and he helped her to the Headmaster's office. As they continued through the cold halls, Christine's head became heavier and heavier. The throbbing was almost unbearable. The closer they got to the office, the more her head drifted to Harry's shoulder.
"Peach rings," Harry muttered under his breath as he helped Christine onto one of the moving stairs that spun up to Dumbledore's office. The couple crossed the threshold, into the office to find Dumbledore sitting at his desk, pondering over multiple pages of parchment.
"Harry, Christine, what brings you to my office?" the Headmaster inquired with a shocked expression.
"Professor, I know who told Voldemort about Harry and me. It was Eric, Careen's fiancé," Christine blurted out as Harry helped her into the nearest chair.
"Miss Davet, are you well?" After attempting to shake her head, and failing miserably, Harry spoke up for her.
"No she's not, Professor. That man that is tied up in the corridor leading to the dungeons threw her against the wall and she cracked her head. Who is he?" Before Christine could answer, Dumbledore called and sent Professors McGonagall and Flitwick to find Eric.
"He's my sister's fiancé. He was the link that told Voldemort about Harry and me, Professor."
Professor Dumbledore tapped his fingers together, thinking over the situation very carefully.
"I don't think a full scale attack on the school is what the Death Eaters are planning. After this last attempt to capture Miss Davet, I think they might be thinking of luring Harry away from the castle in order to get him out of the reach of help."
"But why would the Death Eaters surround the castle? That doesn't seem to make any sense," stated Harry.
"Professor, may I be excused? I think I need to go see Madame Pomfrey," Christine interrupted as her head continued to throb.
"Of course, Christine. Harry will you please make sure she arrives safely?"
Harry nodded his head and helped Christine out of the office.
The walk to the Hospital Wing was long. Not only was it on the other side of the school, but Harry and Christine were walking in an uncomfortable silence.
"Harry, can we stop for a minute?" Christine asked as she leaned against one of the walls.
"Sure," he replied. Christine took a few deep breaths trying not to pass out again until they were in the Hospital Wing. "I can carry you if you like."
"No, it's ok. I can walk," she smiled back weakly. Another few minutes of an uncomfortably slow walk and they stopped again.
"Are you sure you don't want me to carry you?" Harry offered again.
"I'm sure, Harry, thank you," Christine restated. As they started their walk to the Hospital Wing again, Harry spoke up.
"Christine, I've been thinking about our talk the other night. I know I messed up pretty bad and the other night didn't go exactly to plan so, I just want you to know that I finally understand what you were saying." Christine's face broke out into another weak smile. "I don't really have an explanation for why I over reacted, but I didn't want you to leave thinking that I was mad at you."
"Harry, I know you're not mad at me. It's just the stress of my moving that's started all of this." They reached the door and Harry helped her inside.
"What happened?" Madame Pomfrey asked as Harry helped Christine onto one of the beds. Harry explained everything once more and quickly Madame Pomfrey healed her injury.
When they reached the Gryffindor common room the next morning, they were met with millions of questions on why Christine was still there and where they had been all night. The only answer they got was that her parents had been delayed and that they had been trying to rearrange a time for her parents to come and get her. Once the questions began to die down, Harry asked to finish their conversation from earlier. But this time, there was no uneasiness between the two.
"Christine, I don't want to waste anymore time. I want to make the most of the time we have before you leave, so do you think we could give it another go?" he asked nervously.
"I think I would like that," she smiled. Harry leaned in, gave her a gentle kiss, hugged her tight and they made their way down to their first class.
The next day, Harry and Christine were back to their old ways. Holding hands, spending time together and being happy for the first time in a long time. The day went by fast and soon the couple found themselves lounging comfortably in front of the fireplace with Ron and Hermione.
"It took you two long enough to get back together," Ron grinned as he leisurely put his arm around Hermione and she snuggled up to him. Harry and Christine only smiled from where they were sitting.
"Did you tell them about Eric?" Christine whispered in Harry's ear.
"I'm going to tell them once Colin and Dennis go up to bed," he answered.
"What are you two whispering about?" Hermione asked with an accusatory look.
"You'll find out soon enough," Christine replied with her own sly grin.
After another twenty minutes of scratching their parchment with quills, the Creevy brothers finally retired to their dormitories.
"Ok, we have something new to tell you about the Death Eaters," Harry started immediately after the doors from upstairs shut.
"What's up?" Ron questioned.
"Yesterday, when Harry and I came back to the common room, we were returning from the Hospital Wing," Christine started.
"Why were you there?" Hermione asked.
"Just let us explain," Harry answered.
"My sister's fiancé, Eric, is a Death Eater. He told Voldemort about Harry and me and came to kidnap me yesterday. When I was called out to see Professor Dumbledore, he was waiting for me in the corridors and he was about to take me away when Harry showed up," Christine finished.
"So that's why you cut your arm that day in Potions, Harry. How did you know she was in trouble?" Hermione inquired as the conversation became more interesting.
"That is a good question, Hermione. How did you know?" Christine said.
"I didn't," Harry confessed. "I just had to talk to you one last time before you left. I didn't want you to leave thinking that I didn't love you anymore." Christine snuggled up to him and he slipped his arm around her waist.
"But how did you end up in the Hospital Wing?" Ron asked apprehensively.
"That bastard hit her and she cracked her head on the wall," Harry growled in response while softly stroking her hair at the back of her head where the impact had occurred.
"Harry, watch your language," Christine scolded not really meaningfully.
"So, I'm guessing that you're not leaving anytime soon then?" Hermione predicted hopefully. Christine shook her head with a wide smile forming on her face.
"But back to the Death Eaters," Christine began again after the brief moment of celebrating. "Dumbledore doesn't think that they are going to invade Hogwarts anymore."
"Really? Then that letter was part of a trap," Hermione muttered as she started to piece together the puzzle.
"Dumbledore thinks that they're trying to use Christine as bait to get to me," Harry chimed in. "If that were to happen and I got into serious danger, I wouldn't be able to call for help." He felt Christine shudder at this thought and tightened his hold on her.
"Well, I think we need to get onto a less threatening topic for now. We should be celebrating you two getting back together," Hermione said quickly. For the rest of the night the four friends laughed and joked before retiring for the night not knowing what was to come the next day.