Disclaimer- don't own harry potter, nor do I own phantom of the opera. No money is made off this story.

Author's note- this is slash, don't like don't read.


Chapter 1

Emerald green eyes looked around the room, what was once shiny ink black hair was now, a matted mess a few loose strand hung around a gaunt face. Eyes that had once been full of life were now dull, it looked as if all of the life had been sucked out of him as if someone had decided to take away the life, the shine and the beauty that had been in those eyes. In some ways it was true, he had been betrayed by those he had saved, by his family and by his friends. It hadn't hurt when the wizarding world had betrayed him he had known that the were fickle sheep, sheep that needed another mindless sheep to rule over them but the betrayal of his family had hurt the most. So here he was in the veil room waiting to be sentenced to death, in the same way that Sirius his godfather had died. With his head held high he didn't look at anyone as he walked towards the veil, he had nothing to say to any of them.

Harry James Potter last of the Potter line walked calmly towards his death, dead eyes looked at the veil and felt relief soon it would all be over, no more betrayal, no more pain just the sweet release of death. Soon he would be free. A bone chilling wind blew through the room, everyone shivered but Harry. To him it felt like he was coming home, and that was such a strange feeling to him as he had never really had a home before. His eyes slipped closed as he heard a haunting melody being sung, all of the other occupants shivered as the voice continued to sing.

"Come to me my angel,

Come to me in my darkness.

Let me see the light through your eyes.

Come to me my angel and be my light."

Harry closed his eyes as he allowed the voice to wash over him, he didn't even think as he walked into the veil and into a future unknown, but then again anything was better than staying here with the fickle sheep of the wizarding world. Many years later, Harry would find that the decision wasn't his choice but rather a higher power after all Death looks after his Master.

~~~~~~ Phantom of the opera ~~~~~

For months he had been haunted by a creature ebony black hair that flowed around his angel like a river but it wasn't that the caught his attention no it was the stunning green eyes, eyes that looked as if they had been carved from the most flawless emeralds but Erik had the feeling that even the most flawless emeralds would pale in comparison. He wanted the angel that had been in his dreams, the angel that had haunted his every thought, whether he was awake or asleep it didn't matter. He didn't even think as he opened his mouth and began singing, something that he would do when he wanted to scare people. After all what good was a phantom if they couldn't scare someone?

"Come to me my angel,

Come to me in my darkness.

Let me see the light through your eyes.

Come to me my angel and be my light."

He didn't know how long he had been sat at his organ his fingers resting against the ivory keys, he didn't know how long he had been singing for nor did he care he was singing so his angel could find him. All he knew was his angel was coming to him, soon he would no longer be alone in the darkness. He began playing his organ allowing the music to wash over him, he stopped playing his organ when he heard shouting, it was clear that someone was being chased in his home! Gathering his cape he left his sanctuary and quickly made his way through the many tunnels, tunnels that only he knew how to use. He had soon reached the surface and looked around, he heard a shout followed by a thud and made his way towards the noise. His breath caught in his throat when he saw the battered form of his angel, how dare they? How dare they harm his angel!

Righteous anger filled him as he readied his punjab lasso, no one would harm his angel! He didn't even think twice as he wrapped the lasso around the first attackers neck, he watched with dispassionate eyes as the first attackers body fell to the floor. Once he had dealt with the attackers he looked at his angel stunning emerald, eyes looked at him before his angels eyed rolled into the back of his head and he collapsed. He didn't even hesitate as he picked up the body of his angel and made his way through the tunnel and back to his sanctuary, he frowned when he felt just how little his angel weighed. He would have to change that, just because he lived in darkness didn't mean that he was a complete monster even though many called him that. He was tired and lonely, but now he had his angel he knew that he would no longer be alone.

By the time he had reached his home he could hear the screams and gasps, it sounded like people had found the would be attackers. Still his angel was safe and that was all that mattered, he laid his angel down on the large four poster bed that dominated the bedroom. When his angel awoke he would be there, after all someone needed to protect his angel and he didn't trust anyone else to do the job. He began striping his angel of his clothes and made a note to find out his angel's name, while he maybe an angel he couldn't keep referring to him as such. After all everyone had a name even him, even though he hadn't used it in many years he knew that he had one. Erik.

The skin that was revealed to him made his blood boil in fury, who had dared to mar such beautiful skin! The wounds on the skin were red and inflamed a sign of infection setting into the wound, something that he didn't want. He needed his angel to be in perfect health, he also needed to put some weight on him. It wouldn't do for his angel to pass out on him, it wasn't just that the thought of someone else living with him, sharing his bed and food caused a funny feeling to well up inside of him. He wasn't sure what the feeling was but he was going to find out, but first he needed to wash the wounds that were marring his angel's skin.

Filling a bowl with some lukewarm water he grabbed a clean cloth and began washing the blood, dirt and grime off his angel's wounds, it was very clear that no one had bothered to do such a thing. He froze when he heard a quiet pained moan, he wasn't sure what he wanted to happen, did his angel see him kill those vermin? Or was he in pain? Had he somehow hurt his angel? Was his angel in some form of distress? His thoughts were quickly wiped from his minds as eyelids began to flicker and slowly open, he was once again stunned as he looked into emerald green eyes. Just as he was about to speak his angel softly rasped. Even as weak as his angel was Erik could still hear the strength and power in the voice.

"Thank you."

His eyes fluttered closed again, and he was left to his thoughts, thoughts that were whirling around in his head. His angel had thanked him, when it was him who should be thanking his angel, his light in the dark. But it didn't matter once his angel saw what was under his mask, he knew that his angel would try to leave and he wasn't going to allow it to happen! Angel was his and his alone, no one else could have his angel. But that didn't matter right now, right now he needed to clean the wounds and find something for his angel to wear. While he had no problems with his angel walking around naked his angel could easily be affected by the cold, something that he didn't want or need, after all he was trying to make his angel better not make him more sick. After all while his angel was sick he would need him but he knew that making his angel sick on purpose would not win him any favours should his angel find out.

Looking at his angel he nodded his head, no one would be able to harm his angel not in his home and not with all of the traps he had set all over the place. Standing up he made his way to his wardrobe and began going through his clothes, he picked up a white shirt and looked at it. It would have to do, it would be far too big for his angel but it would serve it's purpose. Walking back to the bed he placed the shirt on a bedside table, picking up the cloth he began rewashing the wounds, wounds that caused anger to surge through him like a river. He hoped that his angel woke up soon, he was so tired of living in the dark by himself. He had hoped for a long time that someone would see him, that someone would live in the darkness with him. He had no idea what had caused him to pray for someone, anyone. But now his prayers had been answered, he now had his angel and no one would harm his angel.

He pulled a chair closer to the bed, he wanted to be there when his angel woke up. He needed to be there, there was things they needed to talk about. Such as names and how he came to be here, but for now he was content just to watch.

Darkness, for the longest time that was all he had known. His cell had been like a void, no life or light. He was no longer afraid of darkness, he had been as a child but now he wasn't. How could he be? Still it didn't matter now, for some strange reason he felt as though he was free, as if he didn't have any reason to fear the darkness. Such a strange feeling it was, for so long he had been chained and used, beaten and abused. He felt safe, even though his body was battered and bruised he had the feeling that he was safe here. That no one would be able to get to him, and for that he was grateful. But he still couldn't shake the coldness that had somehow seeped into his very being, a shiver ran through his body something that was far too familiar to him. However before the coldness could return full force he felt something warm wrap around him he didn't think twice as he snuggled into the heat. The feeling of his angel cuddling into him made joy well up inside of him, for some reason he believed that everything would be fine now. Possessive arms wrapped themselves around his angel, yes all would be well and no one was going to take his angel away from him!