Meanwhile, back in the Phantom of the Opera world, Erik comes back to his lair.

"Hmmm, something tells me that there's something wrong here…" he thought.

Erik looked around. His organ and sheet music were untouched and his wax figures had stayed in their place. The water was its usual murky green. His bed was made and the candles— Wait. There were more candles lit up than when he had left.

"Someone must have come done while I was gone," said Erik, "Was it Christine?"

Erik walked around more, inspecting his lair. Then he stopped and cried,

"OMG! The mirror room!"

Erik ran to the room with the mirror. He saw that the white blanket was on the floor. Erik walked to the mirror with many thoughts in his head.

"Oh no! What if Christine did this?"

"What if she did something to it? I didn't test all the magical properties of it!"

"Damn you, Christine!"

"Wait, what if it wasn't Christine?"

"Damn you whoever was here!!"

Erik looked at the mirror. He saw his reflection before him. His white mask was slipping off a little, showing his disfiguration. He adjusted the mask, so the disfiguration was hidden. There was a speck of dirt on it. Erik licked his finer and cleaned the dirt speck. Suddenly, his reflection disappeared. He saw a dark room with a fireplace that had green flames. Very odd. He touched the mirror and his hand went through.

"What the?" said Erik, trying to pull his hand out of the mirror, "Aaaahhhhh!"

But it was too late. The Erik was sucked into the mirror. He spun around and screamed.

"Aaaaaahhhhhh!"

Then, everything stopped and Erik saw that he was in the place he had just seen in the mirror. It looked creepier and scarier than it did in the mirror. The walls were dark shade of forest green and black. There were many sculptures on the mantle of the fireplace. There was also a skull on the mantle. Very creepy.

On the walls were many paintings and portraits. One portrait was a portrait of a family of three. There was a man with long, platinum blond hair down to his shoulders. He had a smug look on his face. He placed his hand on the shoulder of a beautiful looking lady. She was sitting down. She had long, sleek blonde hair and blue eyes. The last person was a teenage boy. He looked 16 or 17 years old. He had platinum blond hair like the rest of his family. Like the father, he had a smug look on his face too. Erik looked at the other portraits and pictures on the walls. Unlike the one he had just viewed, they were all moving. Some of the portraits didn't have anything in it. They were just empty frames. Some portraits were looking at Erik and were talking and pointing at him. Others looked at him and disappeared from their frame all of a sudden.

"How strange," thought Erik.

He walked around the room. There was a tea set on a coffee table. The furniture looked antique, perhaps Victorian. There were also vases and sculptures too. Erik walked around more. Then, he heard a vase drop. Erik looked behind him and he saw the boy from the portrait behind the broken vase, looking terrified.

"Reparo!" cried the boy, pointing his wand at the vase, which was now repaired.

"Hey!" said Erik, going towards the boy.

"Don't you go near me! Stupefy!" A red jet of light came out the wand and struck Erik.

"Aaaaah!"

Erik fell back and the boy ran away, shouting for his dad. Erik was unconscious for a few seconds. He got back to his senses and started running looking for a way to escape. He ran through a hallway, frantically looking for a way to escape. He tried to open every door he passed by, but they were all locked. A few doors later, Erik saw a big set of doors, just a few yards in front of him. They were probably the front doors. Erik ran faster, almost there. Just as he was about to put his hands on the handles, a tall man appeared out of nowhere in front of the door. It was the guy from the portrait and he looked very angry.

"Petrificus Totalus!" cried the man.

Erik felt his body freeze, locked.

"Crucio!" the man then said.

Erik felt the most excruciating pain ever. He couldn't take it anymore. He screamed.

"Stop! Please stop! I beg you!" he cried.

"Maybe I will or maybe I won't. Are you working for the Order of the Phoenix?" the man demanded.

"What? The Order of the —."

"Ugh. You must obviously be a Muggle. Or not… hmmm… I'll take you to Severus," the man said, "Finite."

Erik could feel his body now, and the some of the pain had gone away. He moved his fingers and legs and hands. How good it was not to be petrified.

The man took hold of Erik and all of a sudden, they teleported to another place. They were in the living room of someone's house. It's maroon colored walls gave it warm feeling. There weren't that much paintings like the previous house. There was a fireplace with small statues and stones on the mantle.

Erik shifted a bit and looked around, trying to escape from the man's tight grip on his arm. He saw one picture of a boy, laughing and smiling with a girl. The boy had long, black greasy hair and black dull eyes. The girl had long red hair and green shimmering eyes. The picture was moving like the portraits he saw earlier.

"What's up with these moving pictures?" murmured Erik. The guy with the blond hair murmured something. Erik then felt his body freeze again. He could not feel his body. He was petrified. Again.

"Wait here. And do not move," said the man.

"Like I could," thought Erik.

A few seconds later, the man came in with another man. He looked like the boy from the picture, except he was older. He looked very lonely and depressed.

"Severus, can you please take care of him? I have some other business to do."

"Ok, Lucius" said Severus.

Lucius pointed his wand at Erik and left. Erik could feel his body again. He was free. Now Erik was left with the Severus guy.

"Who are you?" asked Severus.

"Erik Snape," replied Erik.

"Erik… Snape???"

"Yes, Erik Snape, why?"

"I'm Severus Snape."

"For real?"

"Yes."

"Oh My Gosh!" Erik and Severus exclaimed at the same time.

"Erik!"

"Severus!"

They hugged. In a kind of weird and awkward way and cried. The two brothers were reunited.

"Oh my gosh, I can't believe it's you!" cried Erik.

"It's been so long!"

"Is it really you?"

"Yea! Where have you been?" asked Severus.

"In Paris. In an Opera House. You?"

"Here, in England."

"We're in England?? I've always wanted to go here."

"Well now you're here!" Severus laughed.

"Cool. So how have you've been after all these years?" asked Erik

"Oh not much… I've been working as a teacher," replied Severus, " Let me get some tea. Want kind of tea do you want? I have all flavors."

"Hmmm, do you have bubble tea?" asked Erik.

"Um, I think so?"

"Ok, cool."

"Do you want bubble tea? I have green tea if you want and Earl grey tea."

"Nah, I'll take the bubble tea."

"Sure! Accio tea!"

Then, a tray with tea came in. One cup had cold milk and tea with small balls of tapioca. The other cup had freshly brewn green tea in it.

Severus and Erik sat on a comfy couch with their tea. Severus stirred his tea and Erik drank his.

"So as I said before, I've been a teacher at this special school," said Severus.

"Cool. Do you teach math and science and reading and things like that?" asked Erik.

"No, I teach students about potions and how make them. Well, I used to teach that before. Now I teach students how to defend themselves against the dark arts," explained Severus.

Erik looked confused.

"Dark arts?" inquired Erik.

"Oh yes, I forgot to say… I'm a wizard!"

"A wizard?! Like 'Alakazam!' wizard?"

"Em, yea, let's go with that."

"Can you do magic?" asked Erik.

"Yea, you want to see some?"

"Duh! Of course!"

"Ok. Wingardium Leviosa!" Severus pointed his wand at Erik and he [Erik started floating in the air. Erik was amazed and enchanted.

"Woah! Amazing! Can you teach me how to do magic?" asked Erik, now back on the ground, sitting on the couch.

"Um, I would like to, but I really don't have the time." Replied Severus.

"Awww, why?"

"Well, I teach at a boarding school, and I can't come home to you here to teach you everyday and I have tests to grade, students to torture, I really can't," explained Severus, "Also, you have to be born with it. And it takes years before you could really get a hold of it."

"Wait, what do you mean 'I have to be born with it?'" inquired Erik.

"Well, um, its hard to explain. It's kind of like… singing? You have to be born with the gift of singing to be a good singer. If you don't have the gift of singing, you'll be a horrible singer forever. Do you understand?"

"Em, so you have to be born magical to do magic? Or else you can't do it?"

"Yes."

"Hmmm, yes, Severus, and speaking of singing, I am a fantabulous singer!" exclaimed Erik, "I am the Phantom of the Opera!"

"Wow! So you sing opera?"

"Yes, I even write my own!"

"Really? That's amazing!"

"Yes, but my work is not appreciated by others, unfortunately. No one would listen to my demands, it was such a disaster and uh, very tragic…"

"Oh, how terrible," said Severus.

"Yes, it was. I lost the only girl I loved in my life and my home was destroyed. Now, I've just finished building my new house and put all my stuff in it…" said Erik, "I hate my life, everyone hates me, my face is disfigured, I have to wear this stupid mask all the time to not be made fun of. Everyone misunderstands me I'm so misunderstood and loathed that people actually burn down the only place I can call home..."

"Um, what's your home?"

"Oh, yes, I live in an lake underneath the Paris Opera house. The Opera house was not majorly destroyed, but my 'lair' was destroyed big time. I've just finished building a new one…"

Erik slumped back into the couch. He put his head in his hands. All the things he used to have were gone. His wax figures, tons of music pieces he had composed, all the things that reminded him of his one love, Christine Daae… They were all gone. His new furniture didn't have the same special feeling his old things had.

"Um, do you want more tea?" asked Severus, trying to break the silence.

"Hm? No thanks. It's ok."

Severus did not know what to do. He had never been faced with something like this before. His long lost brother was right before him, almost reduced to tears. His homeless, disfigured, misunderstood, hated brother had nowhere else to go, no other family. Severus finally knew what he needed to do.

"Um, Erik, do you want to stay here with me for a while, you know…em… so you can relax and recuperate from all these… tragedies?" asked Severus.

"Are you sure? I don't want to be a burden or anything to you," said Erik.

"Em, it's okay really. And besides, we're brothers. You can stay here until I have to go back to school."

"Oh thank you Severus! I'm much obliged."

Severus and Erik hugged. They talked about their lives, and old memories they shared for the rest of the evening. Drinking tea and discussing various topics from types of socks to political agendas, the two brothers never felt much closer to each other than they had ever been before.