I do not own the Phantom of the Opera...I would be very happy if I did, but I dont...and that makes me very sad...

My Son, The Phantom

Chapter 1

In a snowy cemetery in Paris, swords could be heard clanging against each other in a fierce battle of love. A young woman with curly brown hair was watching the two men fight. One was an aristocratic looking man, thin with shoulder length blond hair.

His opponent was a tall, thin, black haired man in all black, except for the white mask that covered half of his face. The blond man was knocked to the ground and while he was distracted with the task of getting up, the black haired man disappeared. "Raoul! Above you!" the woman shouted to the blond as the black haired man jumped down from a tombstone in the shape of an angel.

"She is mine! Give it up!" Raoul shouted to the masked man as he barely managed to block his sword from his chest. "Phantom! Please stop this!"she shouted to the black haired man known to her as Phantom. "Ha! If that is what you wish, my dear! Then I shall end this!" he yelled as he pulled a small black orb from the folds of his cape.

"After all...I doubt you could marry a child!" he laughed as he threw the ball at Raoul. Raoul, seeing the ball coming at him, kicked it a moment before it would've hit him. The orb flew back towards the cloaked phantom and hit him in the shoulder. The ball exploded into a cloud of light blue smoke, enveloping the astonished man, leaving Raoul and Christine to look on in shock.

When the smoke cleared...where the Phantom once stood, now layed a small child with black hair, the same clothes (much smaller), and the same white mask that covered half his face. Christine slowly walked towards the unconscious child that layed on the snowy cemetery ground. "Ph-Phantom?" she asked, her voice quivering. "Christine! Stay away from it! It could be a trap!" Raoul shouted to the woman, only to have his cries ignored.

"Raoul...," she called back to her companion, "Hes a child...we cant leave him here..." "Yes we can! Don't you remember? He's kidnapped you and he's tried to seduce you! We can't bring him with!" the viscount shouted to her, while she picked up the young Phantom. "No we can't. He's a child, Raoul! I know what he's done...but I can't leave him here to die. He's coming with."she finalized, giving Raoul her strictest look while holding her Angel of Music. "...fine. Let's go, its cold."he knew that he couldn't refuse her, so he didn't even bother trying.

Christine and Raoul entered her dressing room, expecting no one. So they were surprised to find the blonde ballet girl Meg and her mother, Madame Giry there. "Hello you two. What have you there?" the strict ballet instructor asked eyeing the bundle wrapped in Christines cloak. "Madame Giry! Could you help us? Something terrible has happened!" Christine exclaimed as she ran to her bed to unwrap the bundle holding the young Phantom of the Opera.

"Good God!" Madame Giry shouted as she stared at the boy on the bed who didn't appear to be more than 7 or 8, maybe even 6. "I-Is that...?" she stuttered out. "Is that a child, Christine?" Meg asked her friend. "Yes, but he wasn't a child before...Meg, Madame Giry...this is the Phantom of the Opera." Christine whispered to her friends, fearing that the walls were listening to them.

"What happened to him?" Madame Giry managed to ask through her shock. "Well, Raoul was fighting him in the cemetery, I asked Phantom to stop the fight, then he threw something at Raoul, who kicked it back, it hit him, burst into light blue smoke...and then he was a child." Christine explained. "Ah, a new invention...he was going to turn Raoul into a child so that you wouldnt be able to love him as a husband..only as a son or little brother..."Madame Giry theorized.

"So...What do we do about him? We can't just through him out into the street!" Christine exclaimed as she picked up the child and held him close to her chest, clutching to him like a lifeline.

"I think it would be best if you cared for him Christine. Hes never felt a mother's love...I think that it would be good for him."Giry gently stroked the boy's hair while she spoke...as if lost in thought.

"...Yes. I would be more than happy to. We would be more than happy to, right Raoul?" "hmph." "RAOUL!!" "uh...I mean, of course we'd be more than happy to." Raoul answered through gritted teeth. "But Madame Giry?" Christine asked quietly. "Yes?" she stared at her "adopted daughter". "What is his name?" she stared puzzledly at the ballet instructor, still clutching the boy. "Oh, that's right. I never told you. The Phantom's name is Erik, he has no surname.

"Erik...I like it. Erik the little Angel of Music..."Christine murmered to herself, gently stroking his hair. His eyes began to furrow and he started to wake up.

Blue eyes, like the hottest fire, fluttered slowly open and stared at the faces above him, first in a daze then noticing that he knew no one there. He began to panic, trying to push away from Christines grasp. "Who are you? Where am I? Let me go! Don't hurt me, please! Please...don't hurt...me!" Erik screamed out in his panic, beginning to cry at his fear that the people in the room would try to kill him because of his face.

"Shhh...Calm down,Erik. Shhh...calm down, baby...please...relax...we aren't going to hurt you..." Christine whispered to the frantic child gently, causing him to relax and slump in her arms. "I am Christine. These are Raoul, Meg, and Madame Giry...you are at the Opera Populaire..."she spoke slowly and gently to the frightened boy. "Were going to take care of you...don't worry...I am your new mother and Raoul is your new father." she told the small Erik, while holding him cradle style in her arms. "Have you seen my face? I don't think you'd be my mama and my papa if you saw it..." he whimpered, tears welling up in his fire blue eyes.

"We have seen your face and we will still be your mama and your papa. So calm down and go back to sleep little Erik..."she whispered to Erik, his eyes growing heavy and his head nodding while he resisted the temptation of slumber.

"Goodnight, Erik. Sweet dreams. Your new mama and papa are here watching you..." she spoke sweetly to him and kissed his forehead. "Goodnight..Mama and papa...I love you..." he whispered to them as his eyes closed and the music of the night began.

Well? My first Phantom fic so please be kind!! Review and the next chapter will come a lot sooner!! Thank you for reading.

A/N : I know that people say his eyes are gold or yellow, but in the movie they're blue and I like the blue ones better, but if too many people have a problem..then Ill change it. Please review!! Make Erik and me happy!