This was inspired by Requiem for a Phantom, and is loosely based on it. I own nothing besides my original characters and the plot. You needn't have watched the show this was inspired by to be able to go along with the story line. Please enjoy! If you are waiting for my other stories, don't worry. I am working on them right now. New chapters will be up soon.

Prologue.

BAM!

A muffled pain-filled cry fell on dead ears as shots fired through the air. Blood poured through the shoulder of a young girl about 16, but it didn't seem to slow her down. Her eyes were like pools of darkness as she ran from the back of a car to behind a wall for cover. Her tight black Capri like, half shirt, multitude of guns, and white mask with holes only for the eyes was the appearance that sent most people that knew of her cowering in fear. Her shoulder length blood red hair flared around her as she turned around the corner, not even out of breath.

She looked upon her shoulder for a second and deemed it still useful for battle. Reaching down, a bullet whizzed by her head, grazing her cheek but nothing hurt. Her adrenaline along with her training made her ignore the wound for the time being.

Reaching down, she pulled a small gun out of her shoe. Readying herself, she pulled back the hammer and closed her eyes, clearing her mind of anything within it. When she opened her eyes again, it seemed as if the small color left within it had been wiped out and they were truly dead. In one move, she swung around the corner of the wall while dropping to the floor, firing off 6 bullets in succession into the heads of each of her pursuers.

As the bullets hit the floor, she let out an exhale of misty breath. Blood dripped down from her wound as the pain finally hit, causing her to make a small gasp. Police sirens caught her attention and she whirled in the opposite direction to sprint away, applying pressure to her wound as she did. She had to get out of there. She had to get back to master. He would be mad if she didn't make it back in time. She would be fine. She had been through worse.

As she turned a corner into another alley way, she stopped in her tracks and aimed at the person standing in front of her. The sun was positioned behind her so she couldn't see her features beyond the pure white dress that adorned her. Then the woman's voice reached her. It was like a beautiful melody that shook her down to her core. Her carefully constructed memories seemed to slip away as she stared at the singing woman. She seemed so familiar. The gun fell from her hands as the woman seemed to take on a glow that grew and grew until it felt like she was looking at the sun, but she couldn't seem to take her eyes away from the woman. The light grew till it seemed to surround her very being. Then everything turned white and she lost conscious.

When she awoke, she was in a forest that she couldn't identify. In fact, she couldn't even remember how she got there. She looked down at what she was wearing and found she was wearing a simple white dress with a bra built in along with white slippers.

Getting up from the forest surface, she looked around and just saw trees, moss, nature wherever she turned. Something was off. Who was she? What was she doing here? Did she get lost?

So many questions whirled in her head, but she quieted them for now, thinking to herself that she wouldn't get them answered unless she did something. Choosing a direction, she walked towards it. Climbing over the things in her way easily, much to her confusion. Did she live here? Looking down at herself, she shook her head. Her clothing was much to clean for that. Lifting her head again, she sighed and kept on walking, avoiding twigs and other things that would make noise by instinct. She didn't even notice it.

Suddenly, something snapped and she whirled around, her body poised to attack only to find a half human, half horse type thing. Her eyes widened, this wasn't possible. She had no memories but somehow, seeing it with her own eyes made her think she was going mad.

It wasn't alone, others came up behind it and she quickly searched for a way to escape. They had bow and arrows so even if she climbed a tree, she wouldn't be able to escape. They had a horses body so she was pretty sure flight wouldn't work. She was utterly trapped and it chilled her to her bone.

The one in front spoke.

"Do not fear young one, we are not here to cause you anymore pain than you have already been given."

This got her attention.

"Wait. Do you know me?"

"Only through the stars." He said in a misty but calm voice. She didn't understand. She had no idea who they were. It didn't bring back any memories for her and it scared her. Maybe her memories were gone for good, but she would ask anyway.

"What's my name? Who am I? Please, tell me." Her voice quivered slightly as she talked. There was a desperation and hope that welled up inside her so suddenly that her eyes watered. The tear that fell from her eye was illuminated by the moon that made the half-breed's eyes soften in compassion.

"You are a ghost with no place to haunt. A non-existent phantom."

Pain stabbed at her heart so suddenly. It was like a dull blade was slowly carving it to pieces. Those words. They seemed familiar somehow, but not at the same time. Tears flowed freely from her eyes as she fell to her knees, supported by her hands. Whispers rose around her, and, without her really willing it, she caught a few words through her almost silent sobs.

"Is this truly her."

"Of this I have no doubt."

"She seems to frail to be the prophesized one."

"Are you doubting me?" The was a scuffle and she sensed an aggression of what could only be called alpha showing its power to its pack.

There was a muffled decline from a myriad of voices among the half-horsed people. She felt like she couldn't support herself anymore and fell fully onto the ground, curling into a ball.

Another scuffle sounded around her and she felt herself being picked up. There was a few gasps as she was placed on what she assumed to be the back of someone. Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around him.

"I shall take her to Albus."

"Are you sure this is wise Fenrir?"

"She will not last if we don't do something."

With that said, he started to run off, knocking branches to the side so as not to harm her. She was so tired, her eyes blurring at random times. She wanted to sleep, but she couldn't. There was something inside her keeping her from closing her eyes to blissful sleep, but she couldn't figure out what. Soon they broke through the trees and he pulled a horn out of the holder type thing he had on his back. This was bad…She couldn't even remember was it was called. Wait… How was this bad? Why should she know about weaponry? She couldn't remember… A blackness overtook her as she fell into unconsciousness.

…...

Voices.

She could hear voices.

"Who is this girl you have brought to me Fenrir?"

"She is very important for the future."

"Truly?"

"Yes. I fear if she is not taken care of, our future shall be shrouded in darkness."

"You have seen it?"

"The stars tell many stories."

"I see. I shall have her taken care of by one of my most trusted allies."

"Very well."

She felt her shoulder be touched suddenly and she reacted before she could even think, grabbing the hand, twisting it before using her momentum to push off the horse-man's back to land on the ground in a fighting stance.

What she saw surprised her. An old man was rubbing his hand and looking at her calculatingly. She didn't like it. She wanted him to stop looking at her that way. Suddenly his eyes changed into a kindness that reminded her of an old grandfather. He seemed so frail all of the sudden as he smiled down at her. She felt herself relax just a bit and stood straight up, staring at him with blank eyes. Fenrir, as she heard him be called turned to her and laid a hand on her head. She didn't know why, but she was comforted by that gesture.

"Be safe, little one."

"I will." There was no logical reason why she promised that. There was no way of telling whether she would be safe for the rest of her life or die the next day. She felt like telling him, so it would comfort him. Like some unspoken agreement. Of what, she didn't know.

Albus watched the exchange patiently without saying a word. Fenrir turned around and trotted off into the forest. The girl watched him until she could no longer see him. Turning back to the elderly man, she turned her head slightly and noticed a…castle. It was truly a castle. The beauty in it was utterly awe inspiring. It must have shown on her face for the man said "Truly astonishing isn't it?"

She schooled her features into a blank mask, again not knowing why, and said tonelessly "Do you live here?"

He looked surprised for a second "No. This is Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry."

She was taken aback but did not let it show on her face. After all, if that half human, half man was real, maybe magic was too.

"What is your name child?"

It was not said demandingly, like she would expect it to be but just an inquiry.

"I don't remember." It was simple, and to the point. As if it did not effect her, even though her heart squeezed as she said it.

"What do you remember?"

She stopped and tilted her head back, being bathed in the moonlight as she did. Staring up at the stars, she said "A white light…It was so beautiful…I couldn't look away…It felt like all of my trouble's were melting away…being purified into something so calming and serene…it's hard to put it into words…"

Closing her eyes, she thought of that light wrapping around her, keeping her safe from all harm. She felt…loved in that light. Like there was nothing better in the world than to just be there at that point in time. Opening her eyes, she looked in front of her and continued walking "That is all I remember."

As she walked with him, silence rang in her ears loudly, but it was not heavy as it should have been. It was a calm silence.

Soon they arrived at doors which he waved a stick at, and to her surprise, the large doors creaked open.

Wand.

The one-worded explanation appeared in her mind and she assumed that's what it was. She let her lead her into the large corridors, memorizing everything for further use later. Portraits that moved made her mind do flip-flops, and she noted in her mind to ask him about them later. It was dark in the corridors. The only light was the one that emanated from his large white wand.

Everything looked ominous with shadows cast over them. Soon enough, they ended up at a large bird-like statue.

"Lemon Snap"

She looked at him with an eyebrow raised before the bird jumped aside for them to reveal stairs. They went up the stairs, her watching as her exit closed. He opened a door to reveal and office with many gadgets she could not name. The man walked behind the desk and sat in the rather intimidating chair. He was obviously very important to the school. She chose to sit in one of the dark red chairs. It was surprisingly comfy, despite its appearance.

"Now then…" He flicked his wand and a white bird flew out of it. He spoke to it momentarily but she did not catch the words as she was fixated on the white strips of light falling off of it. It soon flew out of the room, and through the walls. She turned her eyes back to the elderly man and realized she just missed something so she changed the subject. Pointing her finger towards the moving portraits, she asked simply "Why are they moving?"

To which he answered cryptically "Because they want to."

She nodded her head, realizing this meant they had a consciousness, along with opinions, etc. just like a regular person.

They looked at her strangely, whispering things to each other.

"Do they age as we do."

"No. They are the embodiments of those who have passed on. These portraits are all of the other headmasters who have run this school before me." He gestured to the paintings adorning the walls. She took this to mean that he was the current headmaster.

Suddenly the door swung open and hit the wall, to which she tensed at. Her eyes flicked over to him, her entire body ready to fight, already considering different possibilities to escape unscathed. Her eyes looked upon the ragged looking man. He had obviously been asleep before. His hair was terribly crooked, his nose to big for his nose, but what shocked her the most was his eyes. They were a haunted coal black color. Ones that have seen so much. Her heart burned with empathy towards him yet she didn't know why.

He turned his head to her and glowered at her, probably expecting her to wilt under his gaze but her reaction was just the opposite. She glowered just as darkly at him, her body tensing and relaxing many time, signaling she was ready to fight if she needed to. His upper lip curled up slightly at her before he apparently deemed her unworthy of his stare and looked back at the headmaster.

"What did you bring me here for headmaster."

She looked back at him as well and saw that he had a mischievous twinkle in his eyes that caught her interest.

"Dear Severus…"

She caught how 'Severus' tensed.

"This young girl here seems to have lost her memory and was brought her by some dear friends of mine. I would like for you to watch over her for the time being."

"Headmaster, you know what position that will put me in."

"I am well aware Severus, but I shall not move on this subject. She is very important Severus and she must be taken care of."

She felt like she hadn't caught onto something and felt she needed to ask but saw that this was not the time.

"Why not get someone else to do it." He all but snarled it out at the elderly man.

She bristled at the tone. He was talking about her as if she would be some kind of burden to him. She knew she shouldn't but she couldn't resist.

"I agree. This man does not seem willing nor able to take care of me."

Heads swiveled in her direction, one with murderous rage, one with sparkling amused eyes.

"Watch your tongue while talking to your elders. You shall give me nothing but respect while in my presence." He bit out at her.

"Why should I respect a man who obviously doesn't respect me. You have to earn respect along with trust. I shall give it purely based on your actions towards me." She shot back.

He seemed taken aback by her attitude before swinging his head back to the headmaster he said acidly "I refuse to take her into my home."

"I am not giving you a choice." The headmaster said. His voice seemed to be absolute in this master. Severus clenched his hands repeatedly before opening the door with a slam and barking at her "Come with me!"

The girl looked towards the headmaster, to which he nodded and she followed after the stomping, child-like man.

"You shall refer to me and Professor Snape. Now tell me what you do remember."

She was not willing to tell him about the white light as she had this selfish desire to keep it untainted by him. It was stupid but it seemed like it would be tarnished by him.

"Nothing."

He growled "Stop that. What do you remember about your life. Your name, your wand, etcetera."

"I don't. I can't remember anything before this."

He stopped in his tracks and looked at her inquisitively.

"Not even my name."

He swallowed and turned back around, walking, not stomping this time, down the hallway.

"Then you need a name. I can't very well call you 'that girl'."

She thought for a moment before Fenrir's words floated into her head.

"Phantom. That will be my name."

He looked at her momentarily before nodding.

"Then that is your name… Phantom."

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