Author's Note: Hello! This is my first ever phanfiction! I hope I get the details right, but I will likely make a few mistakes, so I apologize for that now. Feel free to let me know if I make any huge errors so I can fix them. Also, I would like to thank my editor xiumelons on AO3 (Archive of Our Own) who fixed many of my errors! Please be aware that the prologue is just basically a quick summary of my version of the story with my own twists before we get into the story. :)

Disclamer: I own do not own and of the character from Phantom of the Opera or any of the storyline I may have used.

Without further ado let's begin!


Prologue

Christine's life was full of uncertainty after her father died. She became an orphan and found herself in a new city, the large city of Paris. She was taken as a young ballerina at the Palais Garnier, mostly out of pity and nearly forgotten friendships. The young girl, only seven years old, had nearly no talent when it came to dancing. Her talent was in other places, specifically singing. Unfortunately for her, she was far too young to join the chorus. So, she was forced into being in the ballet until she was much older.

Many nights the young blond haired girl found herself crying in the chapel of the opera house, lighting the candle as she did every night in memory of her father. She almost always asked the same question.

"When are you going to send me the Angel of Music father? You promised you would send me him as soon as you could…" Of course, this was only a fairytale she had been told when she was young. Her father was desperately trying to comfort her as he came closer to his death. Christine's question was always met with silence, except for the quiet scurrying of the few ballet rats who dared to be out this late. Soon she found herself overcome with sobs, missing her father all over again and feeling betrayed by her father lying about sending her an angel. Her nights continued like this for many years, until one night when her life changed forever.

She was overcome with grief, tears threatening to fall from her eyes as they always did. Except, on this night, she began to sing. She didn't know why, but she felt like she was being watched and just thought it was her father's ghost listening. This was the first time she had sang since her father's passing. She felt the tears trailing down her cheeks. Although she was so young and her voice was quite untrained, she sounded like a young angel. She finished the song and looked down at the floor, her vision blurry from the tears.

"Brava," She let out a small shriek at the voice that seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere. She nearly ran out of the chapel, but the voice spoke yet again. "I have no intention to harm you, I would like to hear you sing yet again…"

She trembled, frozen in place. The voice sounded that of a young boy, older than her, but she still couldn't quite place the age. That voice though… it was the most beautiful thing she had ever heard. Then, a thought swept through her. "A-are you the Angel of Music? Did my father send you?" No human could possess a voice of such beauty, she thought.

The voice hesitated before answering, "Yes" although he -she assumed from the voice that he was male- didn't sound the most confident she believed him, her young mind easily able to accept this as true. She accepted this as true for the next eleven years, as a matter of fact.

What she didn't know was that there was a young boy of only thirteen speaking from the other side of the wall to her, forced to hide away from the world. This was the first time he ever openly reached out to another human being. Although it was through deceiving this poor girl, he hoped he wouldn't regret this. He said something that surprised even himself.

"Your voice is quite beautiful for your young age… although it is untrained… I could tutor you… make you into a star… a prima donna, if you will." The young girl seemed to be considering his offer before quickly nodding her head with childlike excitement.

"You are willing to tutor me, Angel of Music?" She asked in disbelief. The shadow behind the wall nearly smiled to himself, nearly.

"Yes, but under very strict conditions. You must never be late and be precise on your arrival, at 9 p.m., sharp, here in this very chapel. If you dare to be late, I will assume that these lessons are unimportant to you and they will end." His voice took on a threatening tone that almost made the wide-eyed girl shake with fear. She quickly nodded her head, showing her understanding.


For the next eleven years Christine was never late for a lesson. She had, of course, missed a few due to illness, but it always seemed that her Angel understood and already knew when she showed up the following day. The shadow behind the wall watched her grow from a young child to a young woman. He tried to ignore her beauty that was only increasing each passing day. Everything was going well, and Christine had finally found herself in the lead role.

The manager stayed the same, and normally followed the notes he received. He had wondered what would happen when he denied the note of any of its wishes, but dared not to test it; until when one of the notes demanded Christine be put into the leading role only days before the show was set to be premiered. When Carlotta said she was "quitting" and stormed off the stage, he found himself calling the, young, timid chorus girl forward.

He was surprised to find out that the girl knew all of the parts and when he asked her to sing one of the main solos in the show she did so. She was hesitant at first, but as soon as she truly began to sing, everyone had gazed at her in awe, not knowing where this girl came from with the nearly perfect voice. There was no denying that she was better than Carlotta. With nearly no hesitation, she was placed in the main role of Hannibal.

The same day, a new patron was announced, the Vicomte de Chagny. Christine's eyes widened when she first saw the man, her childhood sweetheart. The memories came flooding back of her days by the sea and the young boy who ran into the sea to retrieve her mother's red scarf. She smiled to herself of the memories, but doubted that he would remember her. The Vicomte seemed to be in a rush and was unable to meet any of the cast, including Christine. He did promise to be at the show that was set to occur later that evening.

Christine's nerves were shot as her time to be center stage grew closer. When she stood in the wings, only minutes before the show was to start, she nearly backed out, too afraid of disappointing her angel. That was until she heard his beautiful, melodious voice in her ear.

"Calm yourself, young songbird, you shall do fine, trust in yourself." That was all she needed as she found her cue and went onto the stage. Unknown to her, Raoul watched from his box, recognizing the girl from his childhood. He planned to go to her dressing room as soon as the show was done and attempt to rebuild their long lost friendship.

The show went perfectly, Christine sang each note angelically and was given a standing ovation afterward, something that La Carlotta had not received in a very long time. Christine found herself feeling quite triumphant with her success and had loved the rush of being on stage. She gave her bows listening to the cheers of the audience before she scurried off to her dressing room, locking the door. She looked upon the dressing table and smiled when she saw the usual rose with a black ribbon tied around it. She knew who it was from, her angel, he never once missed one of her performances. Even when she was in the ballet he had left her a single, dethorned rose with a black ribbon perfectly tied around it. Then, she heard a familiar whisper. "Brava, Brava, Bravissima..." She knew he was pleased with her performance, as he hardly gave her praise.

She changed out of her costume into a dressing gown and wiped the heavy stage makeup from her face. She began removing the pins from her hair and set them onto the table in front of her when she heard a knock upon the door. She quickly got up and opened the door to see Madame Giry, the women who had acted as her mother over the years, standing there with a soft, motherly smile on her face.

"You did well, he will be pleased." She was the only person Christine had told of her angel and although she had seemed wary of him at first, she seemed to suddenly be alright with trusting in him. Christine didn't understand why she had suddenly changed, but hadn't questioned it. The older women held out a folded up note to her. "Someone asked me to deliver this to you."

Christine took the note and with that, the older woman left. Christine shut the door and rushed back to her seat at the dressing table. She quickly unfolded the note and read it. She didn't recognize the handwriting, but quickly understood who it was from. It read:

A red scarf . . . the attic . . . Little Lotte . . .

She then heard the laughter of men and one asking to be unaccompanied to speak with Christine. She couldn't quite place the voice since it was muffled through the door, but soon after there came a knock, to which Christine got up and quickly answered. She was surprised to be suddenly caught up in a fierce hug, by the man she had known as her childhood sweetheart.

"Oh Lotte, how I have missed you!" He released her from his embrace and offered her a rose, which she quickly took. "How about we go to supper to renew our old friendship?"

Christine could tell that it wasn't completely friendship that Raoul was after, and for some reason the thought of that made her uncomfortable. She shook away the feeling. "I am sorry, but I must decline… my vocal teacher is quite strict." She felt the need to not say angel, she felt that Raoul wouldn't believe her if she told him of the Angel of Music.

"Oh, but he must let you have fun once in a while!" He gave her an adorable smile that would make any girl swoon. "Two minutes, Little Lotte! I must go get my hat!" He quickly left despite her arguments against going.

After he left and shut the door, she busied herself with brushing out her hair and removing the remaining pins. "Things have changed Raoul." She muttered to herself, slightly angry that he would not listen to her. That's when she heard the lock of her room click into place and found herself plunged into nearly complete darkness.

She knew he was angry. Then she heard his voice boom through the small dressing room causing her to shrink down in fear from displeasing her angel. "Insolent boy! That slave of fashion! Basking in your glory!"


A/N: I hope to get the first real chapter up before the end of the week, feel free to leave review!