Disclaimer: I don't own POTO... I mean I don't own Harry Potter... Wow that's the first time I've ever written that.
Hey all you Harry Potter fans out there! My name is Miss Black Shadow. I've read some of you're phics... Imean fics... and I've decided to get in on the action. Warning: I am a phantom phan, and DCBA mwmber (waves to other possible DCBA members that could be reading this)and if some of those referances slip in I'm sorry, but Erik is my muse and I'm working on 2 phics and 1 fic right now. Any 'hoz i won't waste any more space with my tangent, on with the fic.
Prelude to sheer madness
It had been a picturesque day. It was the first sunny day in nearly a month. Since it was a Saturday Harry, Ron, and Hermione had spent the day outside by the edge of the lake with a picnic lunch. The only down side of the day had been Draco making some snide comment on Ron and Hermione, which they promptly retaliated with levitating him over the lake and dropping him in the icy waters. Now, Harry looked out his window as the sun set and the sky darkened. His mind wandered to his favorite subject Cho. He had been planning on asking her out , but he had been to shy. He was thinking about which was the best way to ask her out when a silver flash came from the astronomy tower. He jumped, "hey, Ron did you see that?"
"Yeah sure, pretty," Ron mumbled, concentrating on his game of wizarding chess with Hermione. She was giving him a run for his money. Harry rolled his eyes, evidently he was the only one who still jumped at every flash of light he saw. Believing it to be some Death Eater or worse.
Little does Harry know, that the flash of silver light was something far worse than any death eater could accomplish.
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The petite teen picked her self off the cold stone. She straitened her black tank top and dusted off her blue flare jeans. Her black leather boots and sliver bracelets gleamed in the fading light of the setting sun. Her black cloak billowed behind her giving her the appearance of an ominous shadow against the orange pink sky. Searching the ground she found her green feather mask and large black polished wood staff. The staff had an emerald in the shape of a flame sitting on the top of the black wood, silver etchings wrapped around the long stick. Her blue green gaze swept the castle view. She cursed.
What the heck? Wasn't she just in Erik's lair enjoying the finer art of having a muse that believed in the power of music? What was she doing here? What chaos was to be had? These books were highly organized! She didn't do organized!
A golden light flashed above her head as a newcomer landed on top of her. She instantly recognized the white cloak, red rose scent, and blonde hair that landed on her. "Shakespearian Rose! GET OFF ME!"
"Well aren't we a little cranky aren't we, Miss Black Shadow?" Rose muttered. She stood and adjusted her outfit. For some reason Shadow couldn't discern Rose had disregarded her normal pirate garb that day and had gone with form fitting jean flares that hung low around her waist complimented with a retro ring belt. As she dusted off her red and gold corseted tank top and her tan high-heeled boots while her white cloak flapped behind her. She picked up her white staff that was topped with a ruby shaped like a rose that was decorated with gold vines wrapping themselves up the staff to the rose. "Where exactly are we?"
"why are you asking me?" Shadow muttered righting her mask on her face. Rose scoffed, "oh.. I don't know… you're the authoress… and it's your overactive imagination that gets us in these situations."
"Well if you haven't noticed I don't know. I mean I have an idea, but if I'm right we may not like it. All I know is I was just listening to my phantom play Don Juan and then I'm lying on the cold stone with my older sister on top of me."
"Um… yeah, that was weird…" Rose's face light with realization. "Oohhhh snap!"
Shadow frowned, "Don't ever say snap again."
"NO No no!" Rose looked around. "I know where we are!"
"Really," Shadow's voice dripped in sarcasm, "Care to enlighten me oh wise one?"
Rose made a wide sweeping gesture, "look around… We're really high up."
"Thanks for the reminder," Shadow glowered.
"No seriously," Rose got a really excited look on her face. "What do you see?"
"Well," the redhead looked out into the landscape slowly being enveloped in darkness. "I see a lake… and a forest… and a tiny little hut… and lots of towers, crap we're at Hogwarts."
"Wait, I thought muggles couldn't see Hogwarts." Rose's eye's lit with hope.
"Don't get your hopes up." Shadow started to make her way off the towers roof, "We're authoresses remember? And being such we have our own brand of literary magic. Because of that magic we're allowed to see everyone, everywhere, and everything that occurs in our world."
"Oh squeaky duckies, hey where do you think you're going?"
"Not sure. I feel compelled to do something chaotic but I need sleep and we don't have a house or common room to crash in that wouldn't raise questions."
"I got it!" Rose clamored down the side of the tower on to the battlements. "the room of requirement!"
"huh?"
Rose sighed, "Didn't you ever pay attention to the details of the books?"
"I counter your question with one of my own," Shadow sent her one of her infamous evil grins. "Did you ever read Leroux's Phantom of the Opera?"
Rose paused, "touché."
"Confession on three"
"One"
"Two"
"Three.."
They both winced, "I skimmed."
They blinked. Then Shadow spoke, "We may be opposites but sometimes we're so alike it's scary."
"Tell me about it," Rose went through the wooden door the led to the lower part of the castle. "you coming?"
"Just a second," Shadow called and surveyed the castle with an evil grin. Let my opera begin.
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