Title: The Point Of All Emotions
Author: ThePhantomsRedRose
Summary:
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or The Phantom of the Opera.
The Point of Emotions
It was a typical night at Hogwarts, and the Golden Trio were eating in the Great Hall. If you were to look up at the staff table, you would see that Dumbledore had a twinkle in his eyes, as was customary, and an all-knowing grin on his face. The group wondered how Dumbledore could be so happy during the war against Voldemort. Not much lifted their frowns these days, but at the Gryffindor table, the conversation was as normal as always.
"The Chudley Cannons are so much better than the Tornadoes! The Tornadoes cheat every year but they don't even get punished!" Ron said heatedly, with the same enthusiasm as he had had the previous five times he had discussed it that day.
"Potion's was horrible today! A five-foot essay on powder of the Pink Fruit Blossom! What the heck is the Pink Fruit Blossom?" Harry said exasperatedly as he always did after he'd finished a class.
"Well, the Pink Fruit is actually a magical herb. It is one of forty that blossom. The powder of …" Hermione could not finish her sentence because Ron cut her off.
"Woah, Woah, Woah, Calm down Hermione! We'll just copy your parchment later," Ron exclaimed, to her chagrin.
"No you will not be copying my homework again! You two flunkouts are going to get in to Auror School and not even know the difference between your right and left feet if I don't give you the answers," Hermione responded, but she sounded distracted.
"Ooh I just remembered I have to go to the library!" she said suddenly, and then she was gone.
"I will never understand Hermione," said Ron with a smile on his face. "She's like mad skills homework woman!"
Hermione spent four hours in the Library researching the invention of the Wizarding Wireless Network. She wanted to find a way to allow muggle stereos into the wizarding world, especially Hogwarts. She loved to listen to show tunes in her spare time, but since she was at school for at least nine months out of every year, it was hard for her to keep up with them. Books were her only substitute and when she was tired, she'd check one out and take it up to her Head Girl suite.
The Passage into her suite was a picture of a magical rose in a glass. She said the password, "Mahogany," and went in. The floor was covered in an off white carpet and the walls were painted to match. On the left of the entrance was the bathroom door. On the right side was a wardrobe. As you walked in further to the room there was a desk and a book shelve on the right and a reading chair, a candelabra, a fireplace and a queen sized bed on the left. The room's accented color was purple and ivory candles floated by the ceiling, adorning the headboard and desk.
On the desk there was a note in a blue envelope with Dumbledore's hand writing scrawled across the top.
Dear Hermione,
Although efforts have been made in the past, it has come to my attention recently that the rift between the houses is even wider than normal. This is a problem because the key to winning the war against Voldemort is unity.
Professor Flitwick has proposed an idea as Chorus Master that I found astonishing! We will be performing a muggle musical that outlines one of the most powerful wizards of the eighteen hundreds. We will be performing Andrew Lloyd Webber's "Phantom of the Opera."
I will need your help tomorrow organizing auditions.
Yours truly,
Albus Dumbledore
Well, Dumbledore is obviously not as smart as I thought he was if he's just realizing now that we're having issues between the houses! Of course unity is how we are going to be able to defeat Voldemort. I just wonder who will be cast. I don't want this to turn into "Pop Phantom." I love the musical so much I really hope this works, Hermione thought to herself.
She pulled on her nightgown and walked over to the shiny bookcase that stood in the corner of her room. Her hand hovered over the books and she closed her eyes as she felt the power emanate from them. Her hand stopped over Gaston Leroux's Le Fantôm De L'Opera. She carefully pulled the leather bound book off of its shelf. She folded down the Purple Bead Spread and the crisp white sheets and fluffed her shoulder pillow so that she had a comfortable reading position. She had read the book many times before and within a half hour of starting, she was already done reading the book. Glancing at her clock she was surprised to realize that it was already eleven o'clock so she set the book on her desk and turned off the light falling into a dazed sleep.
Hermione found herself in a dungeon-like place surrounded by candles and mist. There was a lake… and with a start she realized that it was the Phantom's lair. Suddenly a man in a mask came out of a curtain with a tray of bacon wrapped scallop. He then left the room and came out with Draco Malfoy who had a Punjab lasso around his neck. He slipped the noose tighter and then let the blonde boy drop …
Hermione woke up with a start. That had been an odd dream. The clock on the wall was showing that it was four thirty. She still had the taste of the scallops on her tongue from the dream. She knew she should be disturbed, but she was not sure she was. There was something about this Phantom that was oddly familiar, somehow comforting. She knew Draco had been hung for her in the dream.
Gradually, the disturbing nature of the dream began to affect her. She knew she would be unable to get back to sleep because she generally woke up at about six o'clock. She decided to take a long bath to clear her mind. After his bath, she realized that she still had a lot of time to kill before she had anything to do, so she took the time to style her hair, curling it into long ringlets. She pulled on her Hogwarts collared shirt and grey skirt, followed by her school tie. It was now six thirty. The Great Hall would not open for breakfast until seven. She decided to practice her singing, something that she had been doing since she was little. Pulling out her wand, she conjured up a large, shiny black grand piano, and began to sing 'Think Of Me'.
"Think of me, think of me fondly, when we've said goodbye!" As she sung, her mind flew back to a day one summer when a boy had saved her scarf from the ocean. He'd had light brown hair and intense blue eyes. He was of average build and fairly tall. But she had not seen the boy since then. That was eight years ago now. She wondered if she would ever see him again.
By the end of the song, she had decided to start singing a few Italian Arias. She pulled out a faded yellow and folded copy of '24 Italian Songs and Arias for Medium High Voice.' She sang through the first song Per la Gloria D'adorarvi. She ended perfectly. She then moved on to Gia'il Sole Dal Gange. The pronunciation of her Italian was flawless and it was the very reason why she was so good at spells, because she was able to look at something and then pronounce it effortlessly. After a few more Arias, it was finally seven. She went through a door in the back of her wardrobe and entered the Gryffindor common room.
Hermione walked up to the boy's dormitory and yanked the curtains off of Harry and Ron's beds.
"Wake up you freaks! Do you ever wake up and get ready on time!"
"Mmnnooo," Ron mumbled sleepily, but she had succeeded in her task as they both got out of bed.
"Stop your mumbling, you sound like a cow! Only thing to do is jump!"
"Bloody hell what the heck are you going on about!" Ron said as he finished putting on his robes. "Let's please just go down to breakfast!" he said, thinking, as usual, with his stomach.
Once at breakfast they settled in with their bacon, eggs and pumpkin juice. It was then that Dumbledore made an announcement. He stood up in front of the entire student body and cleared his throat. Once he had everybody's attention, he spoke.
"We will be hosting auditions for the school musical "The Phantom of the Opera" by Andrew Lloyd Webber. Auditions will be on Friday, which is three days from now. Please come prepared with a song of your choice and a song from the musical to sing. Thank you, have a nice day!" he said, sitting down again and falling into conversation with the other staff members again. The Golden Trio looked at each other in surprise.
"Dumbledore's gone totally off his rocker! I thought musicals were only for old ladies with walkers!" Ron said angrily.
"Of course not Ronald that only happens in "The Producers"," Hermione said, laughing at her own reference.
"Hermione what the heck are you talking about?" Harry asked as he pushed his glasses back up on his nose. She gave him a secretive smile.
"Nothing you guys, its nothing."
AN:
I was going to put the Auditions in here but I thought it would feel too long Thank you to my first reviewer! You rock!