The Phantom

A/N: It took me a while to come up with this idea - three tries to be exact. Three time's the charm I guess. Let's hope it works! I'm going with the movie timeline because I haven't had the pleasure of seeing it live. Oh, if any of you know about Love Never Dies, then disregard the Giry family smuggling the Phantom away.

Summarry: After five years, the Opera House is built back in even more splendor. Of course, they forgot the strange ghost that once haunted the building. And he just happens to be the man who is built it again - with even more secrets than last time. When a young singer comes to train and live in the dormitories, will history repeat itself.

"Mother, must I stay here? I don't even want to be a ballerina."

"Charlotte Rose Dupré! You should know better than that. You know that you are the hope of our family - we are running out of money. Father's going to lose his title - the title Comte de Depree will mean nothing soon."

"Mother, I can do something else, I can sing, you know If I had lessons I could-"

"Where darling And who would teach you? And where would you sing at nineteen? You'd be singing on the street! We will not be beggars! Darling, I don't like this anymore than you do. Make sure you send ninety percent of your pay home - the other ten percent if for you to use however you need to."

"Will I see you and Father again?"

"Of course - we'll make sure to visit you as often as possible. Come I'll walk you inside." I follow behind my mother dreading the final steps into the Opera House that will seal my fate. I start singing a tune that has no lyrics, a song in my head," Please darling, don't make that noise."

"Yes ma'am." I continue moving through the snow, resigned to my fate.

The next few hours are one big blur, I don't remember them very well. All I know is that I'm now sitting on a bed in the Opera House that was recently reconstructed by a man who left shortly after it was finished. "Charlotte! Charlotte, come quickly!"

"What do you want Gwendolyn?" This girl was already on my nerves. She was very much the diva and though she might be the oldest she was not the best by far.

"You simply must see this. There's a funny little man walking around down there." The dormitories were situated in a tower near the back of the Opera House. We could see anyone moving around down there. "He's wearing a tuxedo and a mask. Looking down, I see the man sit down on a bench."

"He's not doing anything interesting Gwendolyn, stop spying on him." She huffs and leaves the room - I am the only one left now. I look at the man again - he seems to be shivering. I grab my cloak, pulling it on as I race down the stairs, moving past Gwendolyn quickly. I quickly find my way to where the man is. "Sir, would you like to come in?" He looks over at me and I see that the mask only covers half his face.

"Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter right now, but you look freezing. Here," I take off my cloak, laying it on his shoulders. "You need this more than I do."

"Thank you, Madame."

"Come on," I held out my hand, "let's get you warmed up." He looked at me skeptically, an eyebrow raised.

"You don't know me, I could very well try to do something very ungentlemenly to you."

"You would have done it by now if you were going to. Besides, I wouldn't want to stay outside in the cold if someone was willing to help me." He takes my hand and I pull him over to the enterance to the dormitory tower and start climbing the stairs. Thank goodness Gwendolyn left, I think.

Once we're at the top, I move over to the little cup of tea I had been nursing earlier and I hand it to the man. "Thank you."

"You're welcome...I never caught your name."

"That's because I never gave it," He smirked and I rolled my eyes with a smile. "Just call me Mr. Y."

"You're the man who commisioned the reconstruction of the Opera House!"

"I suppose you want an autograph?"

"No, it just surprised me is all. What were you doing freezing out there when you have every right to go anywhere here?"

"Remembering the old building, I quite liked it. A shame it burned down really, quite a tragedy."

"Yes, I don't remember it well as I was away with my family in the country."

"Well, it's good you stayed away from that. I don't suppose you heard any of the rumors?"

"Which ones? That a phantom was there or that they were serving finger food that day?" He chuckled and I sat down on my bed, patting the spot beside me. He sat down besides me, still holding the tea.

"The ones about the phantom," he looked at me apprehensively, like he was very interested in the subject.

"I heard that there was a ghost that haunted the Opera House and that he had kiddnapped Christine Daaé in a performance of Don Juan Triumphant written by the ghost. Which was when the chandelier crashed and the Opera caught fire."

"What do you think about that?"

"I think that people are crazy if they think it was a ghost doing all that."

"So you don't believe in the Opera Ghost?"

"I never said I didn't. I just don't think it was a ghost."

"Explain please."

"Only if you explain why you're do interested in it."

"I never said I was."

"I figured it out," I heard the sound of footsteps near the staircase and turned to Mr. Y.

"I should be going - I don't believe it would be very proper for us to be found here alone."

"I should hope I see you again then Mr. Y, I quite enjoyed talking with you."

"And I with you," he stood up and started to leave and I said something on an impulse.

"Charlotte."

"What?"

"Charlotte, that's my name. Charlotte Rose Dupré."

"Would your father happen to be the Comte de Dupree?" I blushed a bit, his name had gotten around - and not in a good way.

"Yes."

"Well, that would explain why you're here in the ballet dormitories. I wish you good luck Madame Dupree." He gave me a small smile and left the room. After a few seconds of silence I realized I never got my cloak back. He needs it more than I do, I thought. I have more clothes than I need. I'll probably get it back soon anyway, it is his Opera House after all.

I sang the nameless tune again as Mama Valérius came in to straighten the room. "Child, I would not be singing."

"Oh, I'm sorry Mama Valérius, I'll stop."

"Child you have potential, which is why you mustn't sing."

"Why Mama? Mama?"

"Little Chirstine had potential, yes. Yes she did, poor girl. Voice of a rusty nail until the Angel showed up,then the Gala, she shouldn't have sung."

"Alright Mama Valérius, time for you to go to bed." She was older when she brought Madame Daaé here, now she was almost ninety years old. She was also starting to really lose it - the first thing she said to me is 'you look nothing like little Christine, but you remind me of her.'

"Child you worry too much - I'll be fine. Did you know that a man came down from here earlier," she asked as we moved downstairs to where her room was. At the very bottom of the tower.

"Yes Mama - I brought him inside so he could worm up. he was outside in the cold with no jacket."

"That's a very good thing you did Child. You're a good girl, I'm glad you're here."

"Thannk you Mama," I tucked her into bed and turned out the light," Good night Mama Valérius."

I returned to my bed and straightened up the room. "Perhaps he will returned tomarrow and we can talk more. And I can ask him more questions. He can't just dissappear - he built the place." How wrong I was.

A/N: I hope you liked it! Mama Valérius is from the book and I just guessed on her age. Please tell how you liked it by reviewing!