Title: The Point Of All Emotions
Author:
ThePhantomsRedRose
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter or the Phantom of the Opera.
Summary
: AU, 7thYear. The war looms in everyone's thoughts. To take their mind away they begin work on a Musical. Strong partnerships are established, but are they strong enough to win the war?
Authors Note: The soundtrack to this is found in all classical music. I am thrilled to have reached over forty reviews! Wow!

The Point of Practice

Two months passed without word from Severus. It was now May; snow no longer covered the ground. Rain fell over the bewitched savanna. Dumbledore had made the savanna weather adjustable so they could practice on all battlefields. It was a grueling process each day tromping around in the mud, attempting to get things accomplished.

The Order members were now teaching the DA. Rumors began to circulate that Severus had either turned sides or died. Hermione would hear none of it, she would glance at her engagement ring. It did not tell of death, more of worry and once in a while of pain. Tears upon her face went unnoticed in the rains.

Dumbledore had offered Hermione's lightsaber idea to Ollivander and now each order member had a wand and a light saber. Fred and George had now joined the strategy board. They had suggested trench warfare and traps set in the ground. They scrapped the trench warfare after Hermione gave statistics from World War I, but they decided to keep the traps ideas. Luna had suggested that each order member wear a color to make sure it was known who to shoot at, as it was certain all of the death eaters would be wearing black. Everyone waited for the farfetched aspect of the idea, but it was not found.

Dumbledore was giving all seventh years the night off on the eleventh. Hermione did not feel like going to the dance without Severus. However, Ginny who was going on invite from Harry, managed to convince Hermione to go. Hermione and Ginny went shopping for dress robes on Saturday before the dance. Hermione had found a black one that she really liked. It reminded her of Severus. Ginny found a blue one. Hermione hopped in the shower to get all the nasty mud off of her. She then hustled into her robes. She met Ginny outside, where Dumbledore had caused the rain to let up for the dance. Harry took Ginny's arm. Hermione really did not want to go to this dance. Ron offered his hand, and she took it glumly as the DA seventh years ascended through the common room.

When they entered the Great Hall the entire room went silent. Hermione thought it must have been odd to hear what ever Dumbledore told them about their classmates, then to see them all arrive at the seventh year dance.

Hermione and Ron got wallflower seats and remained there for the rest of the evening. Hermione got bored and knew there were things of more importance that could be done, so she said goodbye to Ron and left for the undercastle again.

When she arrived through the door, black robes embraced her. "Severus?" She said looking up into his face. She began crying into his torn, smelly robes.

"Hermione, I missed you so!" He said while breathing in the sent of her hair. "Come you are just in time for the meeting," Severus said as he brought her to the square. He got up on a pedestal in front of everyone and began, "The Death Eaters attack will be an hour after our Opening night production of The Phantom of the Opera. They decided on this time because they knew there would be a cast party and everyone would be off guard. How wrong they were. This means the battle will be at dusk. Here we have the advantage. Ten days to prepare my friends. Dumbledore, I will need you to cast spells on every one so we can see each other in the dark but the death eaters can't," Severus announced to the crowd.

"Of course I will Severus," Dumbledore said.

"We will wear all black so the death eaters don't know who is on their side but we will see the color from Dumbledore's spell," Snape said as everyone murmured about the change of plans. "Are all of the Dragonlings hatched yet?" He asked Hermione.

"Yes they have Severus," She responded with delight.

"Have all the Hocruxes been destroyed Dumbledore?" He asked skeptically.

"Yes they have my boy, well all but Nagini. We have located the diary, cup, quill, necklace, and a griffin door knocker," Dumbledore said, counting them off his fingers.

"Good, everything is in working order then. I am going to bed now. I suggest everyone do the same. We will need all the rest for this battle we can get. He took Hermione's hand and they went to their tent. Both warriors glad not to be alone as they slept.

The next day the DA was informed of the new plans at their six o'clock breakfast. Each of Hermione's dragons was flying and spitting flames now. Bolide was now her size in dragon form and many of the other dragonlings were just as big. Bolide, Karina, Vladimere, Elijah, Dvorak, Lancelot, Lysander, Demetrius, Excalibur, and Camelot would be the winning of this war.

For the rest of the week, concentration was focused on formations and strategies. Target practice was used in daily scrimmages. Harry proved to be very good with a light saber. They would duel for hours on end. Dumbledore had ordered statues of armor to be the target practice for many things. They would actually be used in war. Dumbledore put permanent allegiance charms on them so the Death Eaters could not turn them.

War preparations were making nerves run high. Everyone knew what would happen opening night, and they couldn't do a thing but prepare to kill.