Harry of the Opera and the Musical Stone.

(I DO NOT OWN Harry Potter or The Phantom of the Opera.)

Movement 1, Allegro: Enter Stage Right.

Harry suddenly felt very tired and said to Hermione 'I think we had better take a break now Hermione.' Hermione said 'Are you feeling strangely tired to?' Harry nodded and Hermione yawned. 'It must be a spell' said Hermione weakly. 'What can….we….do? Asked Harry his eyes beginning to close. 'There …must …..be….an…antidote.' said Hermione They both collapsed on the table their eyes closed as a green mist enveloped them. Neville was brewing his potion in his room he glanced at it and seeing that it had changed colour he looked closer at his potion. When suddenly the pot sucked him, screaming, into the bright green liquid.

When Ron opened his eyes he was in a dark musty room. 'Hello? Is anybody here?' he asked fearfully. Harry woke up hearing Ron's voice he saw Hermione beside him and woke her up as well. 'Hermione, it sounds like Ron is here too' he said to her. Hermione stood up and dusted herself off. 'Ron!' we called 'Ron, where are you?'

'Harry, Hermione?' Ron called back as he moved in the direction of their voices. Ron's figure appeared out of the darkness and he ran to his friends.' I'm so glad you're here.' Ron said and then looked at the ground as he continued 'I …..tried to do a spell and it went wrong, that's why we are here, where is here anyway?' Hermione and Harry looked at Ron and Harry said 'I've no idea, Hermione?' 'It doesn't look at all familiar to me' Hermione replied.

Hermione said 'I feel rather strange all of a sudden'. The guys looked at her with concern. A spot light shone out of the darkness revealing a large stage. 'That's strange' said Harry the others turned to look at him and screamed. Harry was completely bewildered. Why were they screaming at him?

'Harry,' gasped Hermione. 'You….your face' she stuttered. Harry walked over to the mirror in the corner and yelled terrified by his reflection. The left side of his face was grotesque and deformed. 'My…my… face…what …..h…..happened to my face?!' Harry cried in shock. 'It …m….must be because of Ron's spell' said Hermione.

Hermione saw a white mask on a table against the wall she gave it to Harry and said 'Put this on, just until the spell wears off.' Harry nodded, put on the mask and looked in the mirror. Not bad, I look really cool in a mask, Harry thought to himself. It even covers my glasses without being uncomfortable.

Hermione walked up on to the stage with a look of determination in her eyes. Ron and Harry stood open mouthed as she began to sing. 'Think of me, think of me fondly when we've said goodbye. Remember me, once in a while; please promise me you'll try.' 'Since when can she sing?!' asked Ron who was shushed by Harry.

A few verses later and Harry's jaw dropped as Ron also started singing. 'Can it be? Can it be Hermione? Bravo'. 'Long ago, it seems so long ago. How young and innocent we were. She may not remember me, but I remember her'.

Eventually Hermione finished with some amazing arpeggios. Ron and Hermione were blushing. Ron was quietly clapping for Hermione and Harry was clapping as loud as he could for both of them.