Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters or the Phantom of the Opera.
A/N: If you don't know this, it is the third in the series My Angel of Music. First is The Meeting, then A Snatch of Music.
The next day, Harry went shopping by himself. He would have gone with Vriti, but she had already gotten her shopping done, and was practicing for the audition for the musical. Not only was she trying to get a singing part, but also a violin part. He was trying to reason with her because it was very likely that she would get both parts. She thought it was nonsense and still kept on doing it. Harry was reminded strongly of Hermione, who last year, had to use a time turner to get to all of her classes. When he got back from shopping, he dropped his things off in his room, and went to Vriti's room. Instead of hearing her singing or practicing violin, she was sitting in an armchair reading her course books.
"Are you trying to memorize your textbooks?" Harry asked suddenly.
Vriti jumped up in surprise.
"No, why would I do that?"
"It just reminds me strongly of a friend at Hogwarts."
"Oh, That must be Hermione Granger."
"How did you know?"
"Because Mrs. Weasley decided to send me details about each person I don't know. I already know Percy, Bill, Charlie, Fred, and George, but I don't know Ginny, Ron, or Hermione."
"Do you have any idea when the Weasleys are coming here to pick us up to go to the ball?"
"We'll be leaving tomorrow."
"You see, I have a bit of a problem about the ball."
"What is it?"
"I was never taught how to dance. That's why I asked you if you knew how to dance."
"Well, that's fine. I can teach you. Also, about that audition for the Phantom of the Opera, I think we should do a duet."
"What sort of a duet?"
"Well, there are plenty of duets between the Phantom and Christine, who is the main female character."
"We need to find one that has no other people besides the Phantom and Christine."
"The song that I think would work has 'offstage voices'"
"That would work."
For the rest of that day Harry and Vriti started to work on their duet.
Vriti would start "In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came . . .
That voice which calls to me and speaks my name . . .
And do I dream again?
For now I find the Phantom of the Opera is there - inside my mind . . ."
Then Harry would come in as the Phantom.
"Sing once again with me our strange duet . . .
My power over you grows stronger yet . . ."
Then Vriti would burst out laughing.
"Why must you keep laughing?" Harry would ask angrily.
"It's just so funny!" Vriti would say in between laughs, "Your expressions are just really weird."
"Okay, I'll try not to do that, just don't look at me."
After a bit more concentration on Vriti's part, they finally got to sing the song all the way through. When they got it polished and almost ready, Vriti began to teach Harry to dance. They spent the rest of the day learning, although Harry never really got to dance with Vriti, he just danced by himself, pretending to dance with someone else. She taught him all the more common dances. They kept on going until it was time for dinner.
"Well I think we're done for the day," said Vriti, over dinner.
"I'm absolutely exhausted,"
"You'll get used to it."
"Hmph. I'm going to sleep."
"Suit yourself. I haven't practiced violin all day."
"Wonderful, I won't get to sleep because of your horrible screeches."
"Hey!"
"Just kidding. I know you're great with music."
"Harry?" she asked, suddenly, "What did the Sorting Hat say to you? When you were being sorted, I mean."
"It wanted to put me in Slytherin, but I didn't want to be in Slytherin, so it put me in Gryffindor. Why?"
"I just wanted to know."
"What did the Sorting Hat say to you? Or, since you were in the US, how did you get sorted?"
"Professor McGonagall requested the Sorting Hat to sort me, even though I wasn't there. That kind of thing happens very rarely, but it happened that time. After it sorted me, Professor McGonagall sent me exactly what it said."
"What did the Sorting Hat say to you?"
"It wanted to put me in Ravenclaw, because it said I was smart. Then, after I kind of said I didn't want to be in Ravenclaw, it added, sort of as an after thought that I would do better in Gryffindor."
"Why did you move to England anyway?"
"The Ministry of Magic has ambassadors from different countries. My father, being the son of the Minister of Magic became the ambassador from India to England."
Harry trudged back to his room, while Vriti energetically ran up the stairs. The next day, Vriti and Harry came downstairs for a very late breakfast. Harry, being so exhausted, and Vriti, staying up so late practicing violin. They met the Weasleys and Hermione with their families chatting.
"Good Morning, Harry and Vriti," said Mr. Weasley, "Come eat breakfast with us."
Harry and Vriti sat down with the Grangers and the Weasleys. Harry met the two Weasley brothers that he had never met before, Bill and Charlie.
"How're you doing Harry?" said the nearest of the two brothers.
"He held out a hand, which was callused and had blisters under his fingers. This was Charlie, who worked with dragons in Romania. He had a broad, good-natured face, which was so freckly, that he looked almost tanned. His arms were muscular, and one of them had a large shiny burn on it.
Bill got to his feet, smiling, and also shook Harry's hand. Bill came as something of a surprise. Harry knew that he worked for the wizarding bank, Gringotts, and that Bill had been Head Boy at Hogwarts; Harry had always imagined Bill to be an older version of Percy: fussy about rule-breaking and fond of bossing everyone around. However, Bill was- there was no other word for it- cool. He was tall, with long hair that he had tied back in a ponytail. He was wearing an earring with what looked like a fang dangling from it. Bill's clothes would not have looked out of place at a rock concert, except that Harry recognized his boots to be made, not of leather, but of dragon hide." (Excerpt from Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire by J.K. Rowling)
"So, all ready to go?" Mrs. Weasley asked.
"I have to put a few things back, and get properly dressed," Vriti replied.
Now that Harry noticed it, she had her hair down, hanging down to her waist, and wearing what was unmistakably a bathrobe. Her dark brown eyes, under glasses, were bleary and a bit bloodshot. She walked up the stairs, and appeared a few minutes, later wearing green robes and her hair in a ponytail. Vriti was also carrying her trunk, and her violin case. Harry ran up the stairs to get his own trunk. Once Harry came down, Mrs. Weasley handed out Floo Powder. Fred and George took Harry's trunk, and Charlie took Vriti's trunk. Bill also offered to take her violin case, but she politely declined. Fred and George went first, throwing the Floo Powder in to the merrily dancing flames.
"The Burrow!" they shouted.
Next, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley went.
"See you there. The Burrow!"
Then Bill and Charlie.
"The Burrow!"
Hermione went next.
"The Burrow!"
Then Vriti.
"Argghh! I hate Floo Powder," she grumbled. Then, holding on to her glasses, she threw the Floo Powder in, and clutched her violin case tightly.
"The Burrow!"
Last, Harry went. He threw the Floo Powder in, the flames felt invitingly warm.
"The Burrow!" he shouted, closing his eyes and stepping in.