That night was one that would never fade from Ginny's memory. When she awoke, she was on the roof of the opera house.

"Harry?" she asked, turning over. He was sitting next to her staring at the sky.

"Ginevra." He said. His voice was deeper. "Why is it you call yourself Ginevra now?"

"It's my hooker name," she explained innocently.

"..." Harry said.

"Anyway," she said. "Why is it you've stayed hidden all these years?"

"It's too horrible," he said, covering his face with his hands.

"You can tell me," she said, pulling a chicken leg out of nowhere and biting into it rapturously. Harry stared at her. "...I found this in Hermione's nightgown, and im hungry," she explained patiently. "Are you going to tell me why you've been hiding all of this time?"

"I'll show you," he whispered. "But please don't scream, and please, Ginny, love me."

Ginny nodded.

Harry pulled off the half-mask. Underneath was the most horrifying sight Ginny had ever seen. His skin beneath it was white and scarred, and there was no nose underneath. This face would give anybody nightmares.

Suddenly, half of Harry's face began to sing:

"Billie jean is not my lover
She's just a girl who claims that I am the one
But the kid is not my son
She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son."

"Oh My God." Ginny whispered.

"Before I killed Voldemort, he hit me with the Jacksonis Michaelis hex." The normal side of Harry's face bowed his head in shame. The other sidestruck up a colorful song about young love.

"Harry," Ginny whispered, but she was interrupted as the other side of Harry's face loudly broke out into 'Thriller'.

"Please don't hate me," Harry said.

"I suppose it could be worse," Ginny said optimistically. "You.. You could have been hit with the Bowies Davidous hex."

"That's true," Harry said. "And Ginny, I could make you rich, I really could. The opera house now has 'Impressions' night, and Madame Giry offers so much money.."

"Money is good.." Ginny said slowly, nodding. "Ok, but on one condition."

"Anything," Harry said.

"Let's dance," She said with a wicked grin.

So, the phantom of the opera and the hooker of heartbreak danced in the moonlight while the odd side of Harry's face provided them with timeless classics. Hermione became a famous opera singer/ ballerina, Ron eventually got remarried to Madame Giry, Harry and Ginny danced to Superfly Sister at their wedding, and everybody lived happily ever after.

As they say in Parisland, Fin.

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A/N: DISCLAIMER: DON'T SUE ME, PLEASE BIG INDUSTRY GODS! This was not meant to make fun of Michael Jackson, Phantom of the Opera, or Harry Potter.

...I'm just goofy.

This story doesn't reflect my writing at all. As earlier stated, this is an inside joke with my friend.. But it was sooo fun to write. Right, now on to the Destined sequel..

-Ria