A/N: This story is based mostly on the information that we find out in Book 6, though it borrows heavily from the other books too. I always find it interesting to try and imagine what Harry's life would look like to a minor character that is rarely mentioned in the book, who does not have an as super fantastically famous life as he does.

It is also connected with The Phantom of the Opera, with some of the personifications of the characters. Reviews are very, very welcome. I like praise the best, constructive criticism second best, and criticism third.

Disclaimer: I don't own any characters or plot lines which belong to JK Rowling of Gaston Leroux, or even Andrew Lloyd Webber, or Susan Kay.

Chapter 1 - "RAB" and the locket

She felt a presence before she saw it. Her neck had a hot uncomfortable prickly tingle and her fingers tensed around the mahogany wand.

From behind her came the sound of a man taking a relaxing breath. She knew it was a man. The breath was too heavy for a woman and she could tell that the man was taller than her. She was one of the tallest women she knew, therefore it could not be a woman.

"What are you doing here today, girl?" The voice was soft and velvety, but very, very dangerous. It hinted of a very calculating brain. She was facing away from him, towards the deep end of a little known Hogwarts corridor. She felt unnerved by the fact that she had not seen who this man was, yet. Cautiously, she began to turn round to face this person who had snuck up on her while she had been trying to find out more about the mysterious locket that she had once found discarded in a rubbish pile. That locket was incredibly alluring, it seemed to have a whispering secret of its own. She had taken it out from the pile and it was hidden in a pocket of her robes since then. Today she had been walking round Hogwarts in a daze pulling it from her pocket and analysing the fine lines that intertwined on it at least seven times.

Now in the darkness of the evening she had been sauntering near the dungeons with almost inaudible footsteps, but it seemed that she had not been quiet enough. She had almost turned halfway to face this person, a fully grown male, when she realised that he was not a teacher. She knew the teachers well, having been in the school for seven years, and this voice belonged to none of them.

"Who are you?" She asked.

"Dear me, child," he said sarcastically, with a hint of malice, "didn't you ever learn that you should answer the question of someone older than you before posing your own question?"

"Whatever happened to ladies first?" She snapped back indignantly. This was met with a hollow chuckle that held no merriment and no warmth in it. She ignored his question, and he ignored hers.

She continued to turn slowly, but suddenly she was turned back to the way she had been facing by rough hands and a swallowed back curse from the man.

"Oh, no you don't. You will not turn round. You will not see who you are talking to, and you will answer my question, NOW!" His hands, which were gloved, released her and pushed her a little further down the corridor that she had been wandering down. She hated being controlled, she felt that it should only be up to her who she told what. However, this man's tone was utterly serious. She could not toy with him. She would have to say something.

She opened her mouth to speak, but closed it. What was she supposed to say? - 'Oh sorry, I was just in a daze thinking about this locket that has a little splodge on the side that no amount of cleaning will remove, and as I was walking wondering about it, my feet led me down here to this corridor… and I don't actually know where it is, or how to get back. Anyway, it feels like this locket was alive because sometimes it jerks around a little even when I don't touch it.'

She decided she may as well just say that. So she did. It was only afterwards that she realised that because she did not know who this man was, perhaps giving information such as this would be dangerous. It was too late to change anything.

She was relatively surprised by the result of what she had said: a sharp intake of breath, and several incoherent remarks. She still could not see who this person was, but she felt that he moved closer towards her. He was so close that she could smell the scent of sandalwood and parchment on his clothes.

Very commandingly, he said "Show me."

Slowly she started to remove the locket from her right hand pocket. She would obey. He would be a fool to think that she would not be cunning. She had asked a question that she wanted answered. She wanted to know who he was. If she simply gave him the locket, he may take it and vanish back as silently as he had approached her. It was only her sixth sense that had hinted to her that someone was there in the corridor with her. With her wand in her left hand she silently put a sticking charm on the locket and herself so that whoever this man was and what his intent was, he would not be able to remove it from her easily.

"Give it to me!"

"I've stuck it to me, if I allow you to look at it, I must turn to face you. Now, do you want me to let you look at it, or do you want me to not show this to you?"

An impatient stomp was her reply. Suddenly, the man grabbed her shoulder and steered her further down the corridor to where there was almost complete darkness; the lanterns had not been ignited here, probably because it was almost the night curfew and no one had thought students would be down this close to the dungeons at this time. Her eyes tried to adjust to the darkness, but it was rather difficult.

The hand that had steered her was still on her shoulder, and more gently this time, the man turned her round to face him. She couldn't really make him out in this darkness. It was clear he was wearing black robes, because she couldn't see much of them due to the lack of light. Any other colour would have been faintly visible. Her eyes travelled up to his face. That was also really hard to see. It looked very smooth but quite dark too. This man wasn't showing much emotion, or at least, she couldn't make it out. His eyes were what struck her the most. They were glowing. They were green. Glowing green. She had never seen anything like it. There was something intense in his stare which commanded utmost respect, and even compliance.

Slowly, she extended her hand to show him the locket. She was about to cast the lumos spell so that he could see it. An almost reflexive, jerky hand stopped her wand in mid motion. "There's no need, I can see in the dark."

"But that's impossible!"

"Not for me," was the reply, in a slightly less malignant voice than his previous commands. His eyes burned fiercely as he observed the locket that was lying on her palm, she tried to read his eyes' emotion. There was a hint of victory and satisfaction in it.

"Where did you find it?"

"Somewhere in London. It was in a relatively muggle street, but there are a few wizard homes there. I assume it is from one of those wizard homes. It was discarded in the rubbish. It caught my eye, so I took it with me, because it reminded me of something, but I do not know what."

He went to touch it to turn it over, but caught himself. He wouldn't be able to move it, only she could, because of the well devised charm. "Turn it over."

She complied. The underside of the locket had a black smear on it that was could not be removed. Again, this man had took a sharp intake of breath. The locket jerked. It was almost invisible movement to most eyes, but both the girl and the man saw it.

The man started speaking very clearly to her "So, you have found it… Listen to me, Miss. Fawcett. You must take this to Dumbledore. Say that, 'it is one of the seven'. It is urgent that you do this. You understand? Take it to Dumbledore, and make sure you pass on the message!"

"How do you know my name?! And, who do I say the message is from?"

"I know almost everything that happens in this castle. I know the students. But only Dumbledore knows me. He however, does not know about the locket. About this locket. I wasn't sure until I just saw it in your palm, but, it is the one. You MUST tell him 'it is one of the seven'. Do it today. The password to his room is 'toffee eclairs'…and, say that the message is from a friend. Say that the message is from me; Regulus Black."