Authors notes: wow I'm glad everyone likes it so far, this was my first attempt…well actually not my first at a phantom of the opera crossover. So I will try to keep this one going. It probly in actuality will only be a couple chapters more. don't know depends on what people think. Oh and there is a very large time jump, I'm not going to go through all the rehearsals, to much time that I don't have to waste.
Disclaimer: if you want one go back to the first chapter
" talking normally"
" whispering"
'thinking'
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Chapter 3: Final Rehearsal
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It was now two months since Dumbledore announced the school would be putting on their own version of the production 'The Phantom of the Opera'
By Ron's eagerness for this to start it seemed that the two months of rehearsal where going well, at least Harry hopped they were. If they were anything like they were the first time he had watched them practice ' mind you from the secrecy of his fathers cloak' then this play was going to be an even bigger disaster then he imagined. And believe me that was a pretty big disaster.
" Ron tell me again whey you are dragging me down here?" Harry asked while being forcefully dragged by his arm down the grand staircases towards the entrance hall.
" Cause Dumbledore said that we could bring one friend to watch the final rehearsal. Ginny brought Hermione, so you were the next option."
'oh thanks for making me the next option.'
Things had become tense between Harry and Ron over the past couple months, the main reason, it's name was H-E-R-M-I-O-N-E. those two hung over each other like they were dying in five minutes, and had since pushed him and everyone else to the side.
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The great hall look total different then it had dismorning.
The head table had been replaced by a gigantic stage. Granted not as big as the one in the Paris Opera house, but still fairly large. All around sat the props for the coming play. There were no back drops so to speak. If he knew Dumbledore which he did, the old fool would do most of the set change by magic. Which in his opinion would ruin the effect of the play.
" Please everyone gather 'round, gather 'round."
Harry bashed his head into the near by wall. 'oh this is going to be bad'. Dumbledore was the director of the play. That stupid old fool, how could he possibly know anything about directing. He couldn't even direct the school in the school song, let a lone a play.
" Those of you here to watch, please take seats in this chairs." Dumbledore said waving his wand and making several purple overstuffed chairs appear.
Grudgingly Harry sat down in between Hermione and Parvati.
" Hey Harry, what up with you? You look pissed."
Harry turned a glare on Hermione.
" I don't want to be here."
" I don't know why you are so upset, it's your own fault you didn't try out."
" Feh!"
Crossing his arms, he slumped down into the chair. Why in gods name did Ron have to drag his ass down here.
Dumbledore cleared his throat and stepped up onto a small podium in front of the stage.
" We are going to practice scene six, then we will move on to scene eight.
" Phantom, Christine…. Places please."
Malfoy flounced out onto the stage, a very cheaply done mask on his face, and script book in his hand.
'oh lord, this is the final rehearsal before the final dress rehearsal, and he still needs his script. Please tell me Ginny doesn't have it.'
Malfoy took his seat behind the makeshift pipe organ.
" When ever your ready Mr. Malfoy."
Malfoy gave a curt nod, and with a flick of Dumbledore's wand, the blaring pipe organ music of Don Juan sounded through out the hall. Though they were the only ones that could hear it.
The music slowly turned, the queue to Ginny, that it was her part.
Slowly Ginny rose from her place on the make shift bed/ boat. Harry hoped to what ever entity was up there that these were not the actual props.
I remember there was mist…. Swirling mistUpon a vast, glassy lake…
She sat up to better see her surroundings. Her eyes fell the lake…or what would be the lake. Ginny had a beautiful voice, perfect balance and pitch for the part of Christine. This might be the only reason Harry went to the play.
There were candlesAll around ,
And on the lake there
Was a boat,
And in the boat
There was a man….
The last note she held as her fell onto the hunched over form of the phantom. Slowly she stood and began to approach Malfoy.
Harry frowned, Malfoy was no longer pretending to work on his composing but instead was watching Ginny's every move from the corner of his eyes.
" what is Malfoy doing. He's not supposed to be watching Ginny, but to be completely oblivious, and engrossed in his work."
Hermione shot him an annoyed glare.
"Shut up Harry, just let them practice, I'm sure if it was wrong Dumbledore would let them know. Besides what would you know about this play anyway."
Harry sank lower in his chair, his arms tightly crossed. He was really itching to grab his wand and curse Hermione clear into next Thursday.
Ginny had reached the pipe organ and now stood just slightly behind Malfoy, she reached out as if to grab the mask, but Malfoy turned and she shot her hand back.
Who was the shape In the shadows?
Whose is that face In the mask?
She finally grabs hold of the mask and rips it away. Malfoy sat there a few second allowing the audience a good few what was to be his ugly face. 'though the make up would be an improvement' and then rounded on Ginny. He didn't even bother trying to hide the right side of his face.
Damn you!
You little prying
Pandora!
You little demon -
Is this what you wanted to see?
Ginny fell back in fear and scooted several paces away from Malfoy, the mask still held tightly in her hand.
Harry felt like crying, this was horrible, the only thing that was half way accurate in the blocking was Ginny scooting away. Malfoy was doing it all wrong. And his voice, oh man how could anyone with that high of a voice and that much lack of emotion could get the part of the phantom.
He gave off a small whine/ groan and sunk down even farther into his chair. This was murder.
" Can I leave, this is torture." He quietly whined.
Hermione shot him another glare.
" shut up Harry, Malfoy's doing a wonderful job."
Harry gave off another moan and covered his ears.
Curse you!You little lying
Delilah!
You little viper-
Now you cannot ever be free!
Damn you….
Curse you….
Oh ho that was it. Harry stood and turned to leave.
The sudden silence behind him told him they had notice his sudden attempt to leave.
" Harry, where are you going?"
Oh great, it was Dumbledore who had notice his rising.
" Out, before I go insane."
Harry was roughly grabbed from behind and thrown down into his chair.
" Okay smart ass tell them what you think their doing wrong, Mr. I – Know – Everything- About – This – Play."
Harry glared up at Hermione. She had been spending way to much time with Ron.
" Fine, you want me to tell them then I will."
He glared up at Malfoy who stood script in hand, also glaring at him hard.
" well come on Potter, tell us what we are doing wrong, oh destroyer of the Dark Lord."
" I will if you ever shut up."
Still glaring hard, Harry took a deep breath hoping to calm his nerves.
" First off the blocking is wrong, mainly on the Phantoms part. Christine's there really is not blocking other then to sit up and walk silently towards the Phantom.
" Draco, when Ginny is walking towards you, you are supposed to be so engrossed in your composing that you do not here her, you spend that entire time watching her out of the corners of your eyes. It is very obvious on stage.
" when Christine when to remove your mask the first time you did well, but Ginny don't jerk your hand back that quickly." Harry gave a brief demonstration.
" Bring it back more smooth like, other wise, it would drawn suspicion, and the phantom would guess what you were trying to do. this makes it more like you were simply going to touch his hair, and will draw less suspicion. The crowd will notice the difference."
Ginny nodded, Harry was giving them a lot of good information. How did he know so much on the play. Dumbledore had the same thoughts going through his head. He was really impressed by how much his young student knew and was surprised that he had not tried out.
" Now when Christine succeeds in removing the mask, don't pause Malfoy, Instantly bring your right hand up to hid you face, and stand, rounding on her. We'll have to change the lighting to shroud that part of him in shadows, so it makes it even harder to see his face from the audience. Malfoy you have to set yourself into the part you are playing. You hold no emotion right now. This is a part in the play where the Phantom get emotional. Here it is you only love had just in you opinion betrayed you.
" right after she removes the mask, you need show rage, as you get farther from towards the end of the Phantoms rant, you loose the anger in you vice to replace it with sadness, so that when you come to the 'Damn you! Curse You!' it sounds almost like you are trying to remain mad while also trying not to break into tears."
His lecturing had brought out the rest of the cast, most of them staring opened mouthed at him.
Malfoy looked ready to kill Harry.
" Well smart ass, if you think you can do it better get up here." Draco yelled
Harry merely shrugged and hopped up onto the stage.
Malfoy thrust his script into Harry's hands only to have it thrust back.
" I don't need it."
Sneering Malfoy jumped off the stage and took the seat Harry had just vacated. Ginny was standing nervously, watching Harry's movements. She didn't know how Harry was going to act, or even if he could.
Harry picked up Draco discarded mask and slipped it on. This was the real thing and was formed to Draco's face, so it didn't fit right on his face and made it irritating to wear.
" Dumbledore, act six, right before Christine rips off the mask if you please." Harry said taking his place behind what was soon to be the pipe organ in the phantoms lair.
The music started and Harry felt Ginny's uneasy movement.
Who was that that shape in the shadows?
Whose is that face in the mask?
Ginny succeeds in prying the mask from Harry's face. Instantly Harry rounded on her, his hand covering the part of his face the mask had just been covering. The sudden movement caused Ginny to fly backwards onto her butt.
Dame you!
You little prying
Pandora!
You little demon-
Is this what you wanted to see?
Harry's voice held such anger and betrayal, but yet it held such beauty, it mesmerized her. That's when she notice.. he didn't have a script book, how did he know all the lines this perfectly.
Curse you!
You little lying
Delilah!
You Little viper –
Now you cannot ever be free!
Harry was flaying his arms out, still keeping his right hand on the right side of his face.
Damn you…His voice reflected pain and betrayal, but also unmistaken anger. He collapsed onto his knees
Curse you…He fell onto his one free hand, Ginny was mesmerized, Harry's voice now held nothing but pain.
Stranger then you dreamt it –
Can you even
Dare to look
Or bear to
Think of me:
This loathsome
Gargoyle, who
Burns in hell, but secretly
Yearns for heaven,
Secretly…..
Secretly…..
He slowly crawled towards Ginny, his one hand still covering his face. His voice was nothing but pure bitter pain. It increased when he talked about himself being a hideous creature. 'Secretly' was nothing more then a whisper.
But ChristineFear can
Turn to love – you'll
Learn to see, to
Find the man behind the
Monster: this…
Repulsive
Carcass, who
Seems a beast, but secretly
Dreams of beauty,
Secretly…
Secretly…
Oh, Christine….
The lat part was no more then a silent tear filled plea.
Slowly he stood and removed the mask. The hall was deathly silent, many of the girls, and some boys had tears in their eyes.
" That is what I mean Malfoy. If your going to play the Phantom, you need to become the Phantom." Harry said, tossing Malfoy the mask.
Silently he stepped form the stage and walked past the speechless audience. No one tried to stop him as he made his way towards the entrance hall.
Something in the shadows cause him to stop his trek out of the hall. A lone figure stood in the shadows.
Harry watched as a single tear fell for obsidian eyes.
'even he can feel pain'
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Well what did you all think. I think I made it kind of obvious who was hiding in the corner. I would have gotten this chapter out sooner but I had to work, and do so again tomorrow. So the rest of the chapter out as fast as a I can.
Thanks to all my reviewers keep it up
Next chapter: The Phantom of Hogwarts.
Blip:
A theater had been erect out side by the Quidditch field, only once in his life had Harry ever seen this many witches and wizards waiting out side, not only was it all of Hogwarts student body, but it seemed like all of London.
He hoped that no one here had seen the actual play.
Pushing his way through the crowed, Harry managed to make his way into the theater.
In all opinion, it was ugly! The theater was supposed to be a replica of the Paris Opera House. but nothing was the same….
