[A/N] - Hello readers of the net! It is me again with a new story. I know I know, how dare I have a new story when I left you with two unfinished. Well, I did upload new chapters to them and I will start again, of course, will less frequency because... you know... university is a bitch. Excuse me for the language.

Anyways, I saw the Phantom of the Opera (2004) and needless to say I became obsessed with it. From the songs to the fanfictions and of course to the heartbroken Erik. I finally, decided to make one fanfiction as well after the idea didn't want to leave my mind. Again, no idea when I will upload but so far I do feel the inspiration and I am a writer who will finish their story, eventually.

Please give my story a chance and let me know in the comments of your opinion. Also, my OCs are the only thing I own so u better ask for permission first. On top of that, they are Irish and I might not be but I have a love for everything that is connected to the great land. Especially the language and dances and the beer. Therefore, I google a lot and try my best.
If u are indeed Irish and see something wrong, pretty please do inform me and do not feel insulted.

I try my best to keep everything accurate, characters included.

Anyways, I will let you from here and may my story amaze you

P.S At the bottom of my story, there will be a small dictionary of the Irish words I use.

Prologue:

After almost 4 years since the incident with the fire at the Grand Opera House, Erik finds shelter in it only for his solitude to be interrupted by the new owners. 3 Irish siblings with love for music and passion enter his life and the female of the trio might show him that there is still a chance for love.

However, it is hard for our dear Ghost as not only he has to stay hidden but also face the internal conflict between his old love, Christine, and the new girl with a smile that make his heart skip a beat.

The great fire, it cost Erik everything he ever knew. His house, his only love… everything. He roamed the streets for almost four years, staying hidden in the shadows he made himself familiar with only to find his way back to the abandon and burnt opera house.

He stayed there and the first few months were nothing but peace, silence and his inner demons ripping him apart. He had no power for life anymore, no muse to write songs and compose miracles.

He simply spent his days looking at the cave walls, not able to think, to see, to feel.

All that changed when his ear perked the sound of a child's laughter, informing him of people entering his house but he had no power to kick them out. He saw no reason too. The Phantom was dead after all.

He assumed they were the new owners, a word he heard a few times during the past 2 weeks. He mentally scoffed, wondering what they would do with the destroyed opera. Open it again? Fix it? He could care less.

All he wanted was his solitude.

The Grand Opera Theatre stood tall and majestic despite its destroyed by fire interior. The outside of the building was beautiful as ever and admired by anyone who passed by, including three redheads.

"Blimey. I cannot believe it we are here deartháir (brother)", the female of the redhead trio said as she took in the whole building, sky blue eyes trying to memorize each little detail of it.

She wore simple brown pants and a white shirt with a slightly open v neck that stopped exposing the rest of her upper body thanks to the white laces that were tied in double knots in front of her chest.

Her brown boots were slightly muddy and worn out while her fierce red-brown hair was braided above her right shoulder and decorated with few beautiful daisies.

"Yeah well believe it, Morgana. There is no turning back now", the older male said as she fixed his purple coat and cleaned his white shirt. His brown pants were slightly new and he wore a little in better condition shoes.

His red hair was moving with the autumn wind and he tried his best to keep them away from his face. Mentally cursing for letting them reach as long as they were; now passing his shoulders. Back home it was a common thing but now he was worried he would be mistaken for a woman if it wasn't for his broad and well-toned broad and his slightly heavy voice.

"I want to go in. Please deartháir, deirfiúr (sister)", a young boy, no older than 10 said as he turned to look at the two adults. His blue eyes filled with innocent as his dirty clothes consisted of a white shirt, similar to his sister, and brown pants that were muddy and worn out by time.

In his arms, he held a white dog that barked in response to the boy's excitement; assisting by looking at the duo with its own puppy eyes.

The girl laughed a little and bent forward, hands resting on her knees as she looked at the younger boy.

"Of course you can go to Keegan and you too Cu. We will all go together inside. This place is now ours", she said with a smile, her freckles adding to her exotic beauty and the boy released the dog, only to hug the woman's legs.

The said woman, Morgana, looked at her brother who left out a sigh but nodded with his head. He had to go in, either way, to inspect the damage and start working on repairing, if he planned to open the Opera house by the change of the year.

Therefore, the three siblings and the dog walked inside the grand doors. The young boy, Keegan, being the first to run inside, filling the empty theatre with laughter as his fellow friend ran by the boy's side.

Morgana and Cáel followed soon after, taking in the inside of the grand house.

Deartháir = brother

Deirfiúr = sister