Angel of Music

Category: Harry Potter / Phantom of the Opera

Rating:

Warning: Language, Dumbledore/Potter/Molly/Ron bashing, WTWL, and opera. For those of you that absolutely HATE opera, don't read.

Pairing: FemHarry/Erik, Luna/OC


AN: So another story stuck in the vastness called My Head. It wouldn't go away, so while I am waiting for a response about some things for my HP/FFVII story, I have decided to write up another story... Enjoy!

AN2: Comments and Constructive Criticism I will enjoy, and Flamers I will have Erik Punjab lassoed.

Disclaimer: I tried to claim Harry Potter as mine, but Padfoot locked me in with Moony on the full moon. I tried to claim Phantom of the Opera, but Erik (the phantom) himself threatened to drop the Palais Garnier Opera House's chandelier on me. So therefore, I DON'T OWN THEM!


Chapter One: The Beginning

It was a glorious night in Paris; the stars were shining brightly from the heavens as they looked down upon the equally shining Garnier Palais Opera House. People of different ethnicities and origins were dressed in their finest tuxedos and gowns as they walked into the famed opera house to see the last performance of the summer: Bizet's Carmen.

There were seven such people there to see the performance on this lovely night of the thirtieth of July. Lord James Charlus Potter, his wife Lily Potter nee Evans, their twin children Liam James and Camellia Anne Potter, Liam's girlfriend Ginerva "Ginny" Weasley, her brother Ronald "Ron" Weasley, and his 'girlfriend' Hermione Granger.

James Potter was a tall and thin man, just below the height of six feet. His dark brown hair was in its eternally messy state, no hair products muggle nor magical could tame that mess. Hazel brown eyes shone from behind his rectangular wire-rimmed glasses. He was tastefully dressed in a black tuxedo; white dress shirt underneath his red vest and black coat with black pants clinging to his slim hips and black dress shoes. Hanging off his arm like a friggin' trophy wife was his wife, Lily.

Lily by all rights was a stunner, just as she had been in her days at Hogwarts. Dark red hair cascaded down her back in gentle waves, as her face was painted with red lipstick, a light dusting of powder and blush, and bright gold on her eyelids. She was dressed in a stunning red floor length A-line gown made of chiffon, with a square neckline and thick straps. The sleeves and top part of the dress were adorned with beading shaped as flowers throughout her torso. On her feet were black open-toed stiletto heels.

Their eldest son, fourteen year old Liam was literally a clone of his father, right from his looks to his attire. The only difference was that the boy was wearing wire-rimmed oval glasses that covered his hazel eyes.

Camellia, while she looked very much like her mother, the only difference that the fourteen year old had were her hazel eyes behind black rectangular glasses while her equally dark red hair was pulled into a bun. Going for a dramatic look with her makeup, her lips were painted a dark red, and her eyelids were painted smokey with a dramatic swish of thick black eyeliner. She was wearing a black knee-length cocktail dress made of tulle, with a sweetheart neckline and no straps. While the skirt of the dress flared out similar to that of a ballerina, the torso was decorated with black beading and sequins. Adorning her feet were black kitten heels.

Twelve year old Ginny Weasley was no beauty, although she was one of the best looking girls of her year. The upper portion of her flaming red hair was pulled up while the ends and the rest of her hair were curled. Her lips were painted with a light pink and a touchup of eyeliner on her upper lids to frame her brown eyes. She was in a pale pink, tea length halter dress made out of taffeta. The sleeveless dress' neckline was lined with beading and sequins, and the thick waistline was ruche with a pretty bow. Covering her feet were open-toed pale gold heels.

While Ginny was on the short stature in size, her older brother Ron towered at over five-and-a-half-feet tall. Like Ginny, the fourteen year old's hair was a flaming red while his eyes were a watery blue. Ron, being a Gryffindor, was wearing a red dress shirt, a gold tie, black pants and black dress shoes. On his arm was his latest conquest Hermione Granger. While the poor girl believed that they were in love, the little weasel already had his sights set on someone that he was only told about but never seen.

Of all the children in their little group, Hermione was the oldest with her fifteenth birthday in September. The girl's bushy brown hair was pulled into a single French braid while she went neutral with her makeup; her lips were glossy with lip gloss while her eyes were adorned with black eyeliner and smokey eye shadow in shades of brown.

While her makeup spoke of natural beauty, her dress brought out her figure nicely. The dress was navy blue in color and reached down to her knees made out of taffeta. It had a one shoulder neckline with no sleeves, the chest and torso ruche until it reached the waistline where a flower made up of the same material of the dress was embellished. On her feet were close-toed black heels.

"Mom! Do we really have to be here?" Camellia whined as she stood next to her mom as they made their way towards the opera house's entrance.

At the sound of her voice and her words, several patrons around them shot the girl dirty looks. An elderly man in a wheelchair being pushed by a man with his dark hair pulled up into a ponytail shot them a look before whispering in French to another man with curly black hair.

"Of course honey," Lily tried to soothe her daughter. "Today is you and your brother's birthday, so your father and I thought that it would be great if we all went to see an opera as a family. I have heard great things about this opera and the cast."

The girl pouted as Hermione shot Camellia a withering look before going back to examine the architecture. "I bet that whoever came up with the design to this opera house is a genius! There are so many details to admire, and my parents told me that the inside is just as wonderful!" the brunette gushed as Ginny listened intently, enthralled by what the bookworm was saying. Her brother, well, he was ignoring her to look at all the girls in their pretty dresses and jewelry.

When they went inside the building, they were momentarily stunned by the genius and beauty of the design. Angels were painted on the ceilings, half-naked women holding lit candelabras, massive chandeliers on either side of them like soldiers lined to attention. The staircases themselves were works of art! It was breath-taking. They eventually pulled themselves together to follow the crowd towards the stairs where men were checking names and leading the guests to their rightful seats or boxes.

Silently casting translation charms on themselves and the children, the Potters led their group to one of the men. "Potter, party of seven," James said once he had the man's attention.

Checking his list, he looked for their names until he found them. "Potter, party of seven, boxes 1 and 3. Raphael, please take our guests to boxes 1 and 3."

A young man, barely twenty, with golden blonde hair and crystal gray eyes approached them. "Right this way, messieurs, mademoiselles."

As they made their way towards their boxes, Ginny noticed that no one was going into box 5.

"Excuse me sir, but how come no one is going in box 5?"

With a twinkle in his eyes, Raphael said, "In the opera house's early days, that box would remain empty for someone called the Fantome de l'Opera. Out of tradition, or superstition, we keep it empty in case his spirit is around and wants to watch the operas. It also helps that Madame de Barbazac, who is a direct descendant of the woman who worked concierge in the rue de Provence during the time of the Fantome's housing inside the opera house, enforces that the tradition be kept."

With Hermione eagerly soaking in the information, the group had stopped between two doors. "On the left is box 1," began Raphael as he pointed to the door with a placard of 1 etched onto it. "On the right is box 3. You will find a program of tonight's performance on your chairs and opera glasses if you need them."

Without another word, Raphael turned and walked down the hall. Once the party of seven separated and walked in, a woman stepped out from the shadows. Her face was sharp with high cheekbones and a straight nose, thin lips and had almond shaped light green eyes. Her dark hair was pulled up into a tight bun and she wore a dark high neck dress and black ballet flats.

"They are inside, Madame de Barbazac," Raphael told her once he was sure that the doors were closed so they wouldn't hear. "Is she really going to perform with them here?"

The woman looked at the young man that she considered a son. "Erik has told me that she would perform, no matter how many times he has asked her to reconsider."

The young man sighed and ruffled his feathery tresses with one hand. "I hope she knows what she's doing. This is a dangerous game she's starting, and I'm afraid of the legal repercussions this will end with."

Madame de Barbazac also gave a sigh. "Raphael, it's best to get back to work. Once the show starts, head to box 12; Luna's father couldn't make it tonight so Luna is all by herself in there."

Giving a curt nod, Raphael turned and jogged down the hall back towards the stairs. Sighing once again, Madame de Barbazac, or Daphne, turned and opened the door to box 5. Reaching the chair closest to the door, she pulled an envelope out of her purse and set it onto the chair. She smirked as she exited the box, remembering what she had written:

Erik,

That family are in boxes 1 and 3. Why don't you give them a little fright during the performance?

-DdB

The room remained empty, until just a few minutes before show time, a white-gloved hand picked up the envelope and opened it, reading its contents. Two-toned eyes shining with a mischievous light and a grin on his lips nearly split his face.

"Challenge accepted."


AN: Not a bad start, huh? Just to let you know, these dresses actually exist! I'll post the links on my profile just so you can actually see what I was writing about. Hope you like, please Comment! If there are any mistakes that I have not caught but you do, please let me know!