Disclaimer: Mackenzie W does not, repeat, does not own the characters of Harry Potter nor the storyline for "Phantom of the Opera." She's just enjoying putting them together. Mackenzie W does own Harmony Lupin, Kristin "Kiki" Wright and Samantha "Sam" Snape. Thank you.

If you've read "Beauty and the Potions Professor" or either of the "Elaborate Lives" stories, you can skip the following.

A/N: Okay, I know that since the movie came out, everyone realizes how perfectly HP and POTO seem to go together. Including my friend/muse who asked me to write this. For those of you who are reading every version of the HP POTO, this is in the same vein as my other story "Beauty and the Potions Professor?" where I took the Broadway version of "Beauty and the Beast." This story, however, takes place within the timeline of "Elaborate Lives II: Year Seven" which you can read if you want. It's not necessary. For those of you going, "Great. It's going to be a song fic," I will only be using one or two songs like I did for "Beauty and the Potions Professor?" Thanks. Enjoy! Mac

The Phantom of the Dungeons

Mackenzie Winner

Hermione Granger collapsed on one of the benches that lined the Hogwarts' courtyard. The NEWT exams were fast approaching and the professors were doing everything in their power to prepare the seventh years for these tests. Which would also determine the rest of their magical careers. So, no pressure, right? Wrong.

Then there was the upcoming Valentine's Day. She had gotten Ron the perfect gift—a nice set of dress robes for any dances that Dumbledore had been planning fervently to divert the attention of the students from the Second War. But it seemed apparent to Hermione that Ron didn't put as much work into his present. Granted, she didn't know it yet, but Ginny seemed to dash all hopes of him giving her a promise ring. Ginny had one from Harry; Luna was getting one from Neville…why wouldn't Ron give her one?

But she wasn't going to think about school or Ron. She was just going to lie down here, despite the bitter cold, and listen to her favorite CD. It was true that Hogwarts had charms that made sure that electronics wouldn't work in the school. She, however, had broken through the charms and now she could listen to the CD.

She was through most of the CD and in a relaxed state when she felt a cold hand come down on her shoulder. She opened her eyes and saw Severus Snape standing over her, which wasn't good. The head of the Slytherin house had it in for anyone in Gryffindor, and Hermione knew that since her best friend was Harry Potter she would get it even worse. She stood up, stopping the CD and faced her Potions professor.

"Miss Granger, it is freezing out here," Snape said, in his usual sneer. "What possessed you to come out here? Does Gryffindor courage allow you to brave the cold?"

"No, sir. I don't mind the cold," she replied.

Snape raised an eyebrow before going for her CD player. "What is this, Miss Granger?"

"A CD player, sir."

"Isn't this electronic?"

"Yes, sir."

"You are well known to be versed extremely well in Hogwarts: A History, am I correct?"

"Yes, sir."

"And what does it say about electronics?"

"That Hogwarts is charmed to prevent any electronics from working."

"Then you were out here in the cold listening to nothing? Miss Granger, do I have to be concerned for your mental health?"

"No, sir. I was able to break the charms," Hermione said. Snape's eyebrow went up in further than she thought was possible. She shifted on her feet a bit before daring to speak again. "May I have it back, sir?"

Snape looked her over and Hermione suddenly felt like the first year she had been—scared and thinking that he would bit her for something stupid. He put the CD player inside his cloak. "No, Miss Granger. Now go back to the Gryffindor common room before I decide to dock points." And without thinking twice, she ran back to her room where she started to cry.

"That was mean," Kristin Wright said, placing a folder filled with papers down on the table.

Severus snorted. "I don't think it was. Besides, I'm not known for being nice. You do know what you're marrying?"

"Yes, the bat of the dungeons. But still, you confiscated her CD player?"

"It shouldn't be on Hogwarts grounds," Severus explained. "Electronics shouldn't work on this property. Therefore, I feel it was in my authority to confiscate it."

"You're jealous."

"I beg your pardon? Kiki, what are you talking about?"

Kiki sat down and rubbed Severus' hand. "I think you're jealous over the fact that Hermione was able to break the charms in her seventh year when you couldn't until you came back to teach."

Severus sighed and ran his hand through his hair. "I had the right to take the CD player," he restated. Kiki shook her head and kissed his forehead. She then became busy sorting through her papers while Severus turned to his essays.

Later that night, Kiki pulled back the blankets to their bed and climbed in. "Are you coming?" she asked Severus.

He smiled and shook his head. "I have a few more essays to grade. Then I will be right in. Peaceful sleep."

"Hmm. I wish," Kiki muttered. "Your daughter waits till I lie down and then starts kicking."

"My daughter? Don't you mean our daughter?"

"No, she's your daughter when she kicks me during the night," Kiki explained. "You can ask Remus about that phenomenon." She rolled over. "Good night."

"Night."

An hour later, Severus finished the essays. He took a shower and changed into his warm green pajamas. He looked over his sleeping fiancée. She complained that Samantha, their unborn daughter, kicked a lot during the night but she never really showed it while she slept. She could always fall asleep while he had some problems occasionally. He could already tell this was going to be one of those nights, judging from his headache.

He lit his wand and walked into his potions closet. He had a choice to make. He could either take a sleeping potion while praying that his headache would be gone in the morning, or he could take a headache potion while praying he would be able to fall asleep. The pounding in his head forced Severus to choose the latter. He downed the contents of the vial and went back to his private chambers.

He looked back at the peaceful form of his lover before looking over at the table. Sitting there was the CD player confiscated earlier from Hermione Granger. Severus picked it up and opened the device. "Phantom of the Opera," he read on the CD. He walked with it over to his bookcase. Moving two thick volumes on ancient potions, he pulled out a thin book, The Phantom of the Opera. He had read it secretly when he was a sixth year and had always kept it, identifying with the Phantom. He was surprised he hadn't heard about it being turned into a musical.

He sat down on the bed and stared at it. A few minutes later, he stood back up to replace the book between the two volumes. He was the head of Slytherin and it would hurt his students' idea of him if they found him with a muggle novel. Severus then reached under his bed and pulled out his own CD player, placing Hermione's CD in it. He was about to extinguish his wand when he decided to reconsider. The last time he fell asleep listening to a CD of a musical, he had one hell of a dream. But he decided to go ahead anyway. And thus, he started the CD and lay down…