Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters except for Vriti Jain. I also don't own the Phantom of the Opera.
A/N: Okay, Harry asked Vriti if she knew how to dance because he doesn't know how and doesn't want to look like a fool. (Is that enough for you Laura?)
Harry and Vriti walked through the streets of Diagon Alley.
"So, where do you want to go first?" asked Vriti.
"I need to get some dress robes from Madam Malkin's."
"Usually to get dress robes you should go to Madam Leah's. She designs them in a way that's best for you. Also, you may want to get two pairs of dress robes. Professor McGonagall sent me the supply list in advance, so that I could get everything. There will be a ball at Halloween for the 4th years and over."
"I think I'll be fine with one pair."
They walked in to Madam Leah's shop. The inside was very well lighted, and had a few doors. There was a squat little witch sitting on a cozy chair.
"Just wait here, and make yourself comfortable." She said, leading Vriti away.
Harry waited for about fifteen minutes until Vriti came out, looking very pleased with herself, and holding a large package. He went in with Madam Leah to one of the connecting rooms. She measured him with a measuring tape with silver markings, reminding him of the measuring tape at Ollivanders, where he had gotten his wand.
"What color robes would you like?"
Harry shrugged.
"I think green would be best, it'll bring out you're eyes."
Harry walked out in a few minutes, once his measurements were completed and the robes were made. Since they had nothing else to do, both of them went in to Quality Quidditch Supplies, where a Firebolt was on display.
"Do you play Quidditch?" asked Vriti
"Yes, I play seeker, what sort of a broom do you have?"
"A Firebolt, and I play chaser."
"Really? So do I."
"Is their Quidditch at Hogwarts?"
"Of course."
"That's what I thought."
They walked out of Quality Quidditch Supplies and went in to their rooms in the Leaky Cauldron. There was a handsome tawny owl waiting for him, carrying a letter bearing a Hogwarts seal. He quickly opened the letter.
Hogwarts School
Of
Witchcraft and Wizardry
Headmaster: AlBus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. Of Wizards.)
Dear Mr. Potter,
Term begins September 1. Please find the enclosed list of all the necessary books and equipment.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall,
Deputy Headmistress
The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 4)
By Miranda Goshawk
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection
If you wish to take part in Hogwarts's first musical you need:
The Phantom of the Opera
As Harry looked up from his letter, he heard a snatch of music. It was coming from the hall. As he followed the music, it led in to a half open door. He knocked.
"Come in." said a familiar voice.
Harry opened the door, where Vriti was standing with a violin tucked under her arm.
"Hello, I wasn't expecting you."
"Yeah, I heard you playing your violin."
"Oh, did it disturb you?"
"No, it was beautiful."
"Thank you, I don't usually get an audience."
"Oh yeah, I just got my letter from Hogwarts. What is this musical about?"
"Are you going to try out?"
"I don't know. I've never sung anything before."
"Well, The Phantom of the Opera is very beautiful. I guess if you had a low voice you could be the Phantom, but if it's higher you could be Raoul. Do you want to try out?"
"I guess so."
"Well try this."
She handed him a book with The Phantom of the Opera written across the cover, with a rose and a white mask.
"Um, I don't know how it sounds." Harry said.
"Oh, you can turn to The Music of the Night. Sing along with it."
She snapped her fingers, and an introduction started to play.
"Night-time sharpens, heightens each sensation . . .
Darkness stirs and wakes imagination . . .
Silently the senses abandon their defenses . . .
Slowly, gently night unfurls its splendor . . .
Grasp it, sense it - tremulous and tender . . ."
Harry became more confident and adjusted to the tune.
"Floating, falling, sweet intoxication!
Touch me, trust me savor each sensation!
Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in to the power of the music that I write - the power of the music of the night . . ."
As Harry finished singing with the music, he looked up. Vriti looked at him, beaming.
"That was absolutely wonderful!" she exclaimed.
"Thanks." He mumbled.
"Now we can sing a duet! Are you sure you've never sang?"
"No."
THE END
(Of the chapter)
A/N: Wow! I think this just might turn out to be good. It'll probably be pretty long, and the story will unfold.