Disclaimer: I looked at my computer. I looked at this story. I looked at HBP. Now, if I was J.K.R, would I have done the 6th book like that?

I also don't own the Phantom... sadly... Listen to the Music of the Night! Yeah, gonna shut up now and give u the chap.

A/N: This is my best chapter. REVIEW IT! Ok? Good. I'm glad we have an understanding about this. Very glad. This is kind of ok, but think about it. I've had 3 straight weeks of not being able to write to think about it. The original idea for this is completely dead. DEAD. Ok? So be cool about it. Review. Laterness.

10/30

Dear Journal,

Today is the Halloween Ball, and I'm hiding. I'm hiding from Lavender and Pavarti, but I know that they're going to find me sooner or later. I'd rather it be later, just because. Damn. They found me. I was hiding in Hermione's room, but I guess she gave them her password. Arghs. Well, here I go to torture. I'll see you later and I'll write during the ball.

Okay, I'm here at the Ball. So far, no one has noticed me yet. Well, that is, except for Hermione and Ginny. And that's because I got ready with them. I wonder if I really look that different. I have my hood only half-way up, so they should be able to know who I am. Well, screw it. I have no idea why I said that. I feel really left out. I mean, just about everyone has a date.

There are 6 seats to a table. At our table, there is Harry and Ginny, Ron and Hermione, and me. I'm just here, chilling with Hermione and an empty seat. Yeah. Dumbledore's making an announcement. Here it is.

"Good evening students. Tonight, as you know, is Hogwart's first Halloween Ball. We are here celebrating Hogwart's new donor, Mr. Robert Williams, and the transfer of his son, Logan Williams, who will be attending 7th year Gryffindor classes."

There's applause. It's him. I'm just numb. Numb. Drowning in 'what the fudginess!' I think I'm panicking. I need to get out. Dumbledore's still talking though.

"... you have a pleasant evening. With all that said, let the Ball begin!" He's done. Music started. I need out. It's too hot. I'm leaving. I never knew that shoes could make a weird, panicky sound like that.

Okay, I'm in the hallway. On the floor, writing. I think I was hallucinating. No, I can't have been. Wait. His face was covered with a mask. And there are plenty of people with the surname Williams. So if it wasn't him, then why am I panicking? Oh no. Oh no no no no! He's coming here. Maybe if I don't breathe or move then he won't notice me.

That was a stupid idea. Since when was I stupid? Since when did I call myself stupid? I'm going crazy. When did I start losing my mind because of guys? Oh no. He's talking to me.

"Are you okay? I saw you sort of panic and leave the Hall kind of quickly," he says in a worried tone.

"Huh? Oh, yes, I'm fine. I just needed some fresh air, that's all," I said in a high voice.

"Well then, let's take you outside to get some fresh air," he said, pulling me up. I just went with the flow. Yeah. Go with it.

We're going outside now, near the lake. Sit down on some random rock. Be happy. Yeah.

"Are you okay now?" he asks me. Oh no. My throat's like closing up. No. Talk. Do something dammit!

"Um, yeah," I said quickly. "I'm okay now. You should really get back to the castle. Yeah." We sat there in a few moments of silence. I was wondering why he hadn't budged from his place against the tree.

"You like me, don't you?" he asked, with evident annoyance in his voice.

"No," I retorted angrily. "I'm not that type of shallow person that likes people for their looks." First part's a lie. So what? Avada me.

"Hmmm... guess you aren't. Then why are you scared of me?"

"I'm not scared of you. I'm simply nervous. So you can back off," I said, probably arrogantly.

"Nervous. Interesting. I wonder why. Trying to impress a boy? Or are you just trying to fit in?"

"What do you mean?"

"Your accent. It's very American, which means you haven't been here long enough to gain at least a fraction of the British accent. That means that you have only been here for a short while, which I conclude that you don't have any friends yet, and you are trying to gain some."

"Oh, so now you're calling me a wannabe? That's very interesting, Mr. I-don't-care-about-anything-just-because-my-dad's-rich," I said. I have no idea what that has to do with being a wannabe, but it kind of just came out.

"Yes, I can see that, Miss I'm-so-good-that-I'm-wearing-an-at-least-40 galleon-dress. At least I don't resort down to hypocrisy," he said, coolly.

"For your information, it's called saving up. Something that you probably never did before," I said just as coolly. He was silent for a couple minutes. So he never had saved up. That lazy bum.

"You know, you remind me of someone," he said softly. It was almost a whisper. This was the real Logan I knew, not that hard shell he was showing me.

"Who?" I said, trying to be as sensitive as I could, considering I was just really mad.

"A girl that I used to go to school with. I just can't remember who she is," he said in frustration at the second part, but with tenderness at the first. He didn't remember me though. Damn.

He doesn't remember me. That must mean... that all those times, all those study sessions, late night talks. That all of them were for nothing. He didn't value it enough to care. I wasn't important enough.

Logan was the first to break the uncomfortable silence.

"It's raining," he stated bluntly, still somewhat sensitive.

I looked up with a smile on my face. It was raining. My favorite kind of weather.

"What are you smiling about? You're going to have that really expensive dress messed up. And my mask-"

"-is porcelain. Nothing will happen to it, Phantom of the Opera."

"Wait, how do you know I'm the phantom?"

"The mask and the black cape. Not to mention that I've read the book," I said, looking up, trying to catch the raindrops with my tongue. Yeah, childish, I know, but I don't care. I'm easygoing when it's raining.

"Oh. Well, I can do that too, Morgan le Fay. And what are you doing?" he said, as I was spinning around in circles.

"Dancing in the rain. What does it look like?"

"I don't know." I could hear music in the distance. It was a slow dance, the kind where you could get lost in. It was kind of familiar, so I was humming to it. I guess Logan noticed it, because he asked me if I knew it.

"No, but I still like it," I said.

"Do you want to dance?" he asked after a few moments.

"Sure. But let's go inside. I'm extremely wet," I said, laughing, trying not to go all weird just because he asked me to dance. I mean, this is progressing very quickly, considering we've only supposedly met today.

"Yeah, and I'm hungry," he said, walking back, holding my hand. It's odd. I've never seen him act like this to other girls. I mean, this is his real side, the one that he showed me. He never shows this side to other girls. To them, he's just that player over there that's hot.

So now we're walking back into the Great Hall. They're all staring at us. And here's Hermione, waving for us to come over.

"Hey Tri-Morgan," she said. When she began saying my name, I slapped her knee. Hard.

"And here is...?" I asked, motioned towards them.

Hermione responded while pointing out to other people. Of course, I already knew who was going as what, so I kind of zoned out.

"So who's your friend here?" she asked.

"Hmm? Oh, the Phantom of the Opera," I said absent-mindedly as I was reading the menu for dinner. Fish, chicken, pork chops, pasta alfredo. Weird. But okay... I guess the pasta. I looked around but there weren't any waiters. Then, I saw Dumbledore look into his plate and clearly say, "Pork chops." So, then I tried it.

"Pasta alfredo," I said, looking at my plate. My food soon appeared. I then heard a sniff coming from Hermione.

"Aw, come on 'Mione! Will you please give it up on that SPEW thing?" Ron said.

"It's not SPEW, it's S.P.E.W.! And I will not give it up until house elves get what they deserve from people," she said indignantly.

"What's S.P.E.W?" I asked, curious.

"Society of Protection of Elfish Welfare," she said, excitedly. "It's to save house elves from slavery and not getting paid. What people do to them, it's just not humane!"

"But I thought that house elves enjoyed doing work," I said warily.

"That's only because humans have brainwashed them into working for no salary and beating themselves when they've done nothing wrong!" she said, almost tearfully.

"They like working. Let them be happy. Leave them alone," said a Logan, surprising all of us.

"Fine then. Tri- I mean Morgan, come with me really quick?" she then said

"Why?" I asked, staring at my pasta. Pasta looks soo cool. That was random. Let me shut up.

"Just come on," she said, pulling me out of my chair and into the bathroom.

"That's all? You know, you could've told me that you wanted me to come with you to the bathroom. Jeez," I muttered.

"Well, I wanted to talk about Logan. He's insufferable! How can you stand him?"

"Ron's insufferable. You admitted it yourself," I said, fixing my hair.

"Yes, well," she said, blushing. "That's not the point! Stop changing the subject. And why didn't you let me say your name in front of him?"

I froze. What do I tell her? The truth? Or the fact that she changed the subject, not me? Maybe both?

"First of all, you're the one that just changed the subject. Second of all, I'm not revealing that piece of information with Pansy Parkinson in one of the stalls," I said, seeing her come out of the stall through the mirror.

"How did you know, you blood traitor?" she said, almost shrieking.

"By looking in the mirror, you half-wit. And besides, you should try and be sneakier when Malfoy sends you to spy on me," I said lazily, still fixing my hair.

She then shrieked in frustration and ran out. Hermione, taking note that now I had no reason to hide the why, asked me again.

"Fine. Look, I used to go to school with him, and he was my best friend for 5th year. Then in 6th year, he moved somewhere and I never saw or spoke to him again, until this night. I like him a lot. I mean, I always think about him. But he doesn't even remember my name. He just knows me as the girl that went to school with him. And he still thinks that I'm at Salem's. He doesn't even recognize me. Don't you get it? After he said that he didn't remember, he can't know. He can't know who I am," I said, tears coming out, slowly, but surely.

"Oh, dear," she whispered. Then she came over to hug me. "It'll all be alright. Don't worry. If he does anything towards you that you don't like, I know that you'll beat him up. And if you don't then I'll do it." I smiled.

"Thanks Hermione. Now, I think that the others will be missing us," I said, leaving. She followed me.

"You took long," Harry commented when we got back.

"Had a run in with Parkinson," I said, receiving a look from Harry. Why is he looking at me?

Logan then quietly asked, "Are you okay?" I nodded, and he, being persistent, asked if I was sure. I'm trying to decide if flinging pasta in his face is a good idea. "Yes, I'm sure I'm fine," I said.

Now I'm done my pasta and I'm writing in this book. Everyone's dancing. They dance the "normal" way. Sure, it's normal if sticking your ass up someone's... private area, let's say. It's just our table that's not dancing, and I think because Ginny and Hermione don't think much of sticking their butts up... Ron and Harry's... private place.

Music just stopped. Dumbledore's making an announcement. Maybe the dance is over. That would be great. Yeah, let me get out of these stupid heels. That's a nice thought.

"We may stay until 12 o'clock, where the ball will end, and you all will go to your beds. Hopefully. Since we only have a half hour left, and Mr. Williams here has requested a waltz to relax his ears, is there anyone here that will agree to dance?" Dumbledore says.

No one's volunteering to dance. I kind of remember how to waltz. My parent's made me learn with an instructor so I could impress their friends at those little socials that they had. But it's been years since they made me come to one of those, and even longer since I danced, since my academic attitude somehow scared the guys away. Interesting. Have to take note of that.

Anyways, Logan knows how to dance a little too. He told me before he left. His father made him get lessons for the same exact reason as me. Wait. If his father knows that he can dance, then he's going to volunteer him. And if Logan is dancing, me, his somewhat partner, is going to have to dance with him. And I hate dancing. Escape. To the hall.

"Hey, where are you going?" Logan asked, grabbing my arm.

"Bathroom," I lied. I was going to bed. Yeah, nice, comfy bed.

"You just went with Hermione," he pointed out.

"Dang it," I muttered.

"Wait, you know how to dance, don't you?" he said evilly, with a smirk on his face.

"Any minute now, there must be a volunteer for a waltz," said McGonagall, voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Yeah, over here!" Logan shouted, much to my annoyance. WHY! Now I have to dance... I hate him.

"Ah, the Phantom of the Opera and Morgan le Fay. Interesting, but a couple nevertheless. Come out to the floor please," said Dumbledore, twinkle in his eyes. His damn twinkle. This sounds familiar. The dialogue, I mean. Not the music. Wait, the music is familiar. I have no idea what it is, though.

Argh! Logan's dragging me out. Up, and over. This dancing is somewhat easy. I kind of remember now. Yea, now I remember.

"Ah, so you do know how to dance! HA, I knew it," he said, triumphantly, not caring that everyone was watching us, trying to figure out who we were.

"Sure you did, just like I knew that you were going to volunteer us," I said back.

"That was the lamest comeback I have ever heard," he said. I stepped on his foot. Hard.

"Oops, sorry, it was an accident," I said innocently.

"Accident my ass," he said, pinching me.

"Erg," I said, softly. I then pinched him back, but I didn't stop.

"Ow. That hurts," he said plaintively.

"And?" I replied. He said quietly, "I really don't like you right now."

"Oh, shut it. It's your fault."

"How is it my fault?"

"You made me come out here to dance."

"Oh yea. Heh." The song then ended, leaving us to sit down. There's still about 10 minutes left. Ten minutes of nothing.

Erg. Finally. All that silence at our table was really tense. And now the 10 minutes is up. Back to the dorms now.

Logan just pulled me into another hallway.

"What- where are you taking me? You don't even know this building!" I said.

"It's just really quick, calm down. Look, I really like you. And, well, I haven't learned your name yet, but you know mines, right?" he said.

"Umm... Well, look, everyone's going to the dorms. If we don't hurry then the portrait's going to fall asleep and-" I said, frantically searching my mind for a way out of this. My god. There isn't one, is there. Damn.

"Don't worry. Just tell me your name," he said, soothingly. Only then I noticed that his hand was on my lower back. Only then did I remember that this is what he did to other girls. Except right now, the other girls would be happy, not scared and freaked out.

"I-I have to go. I promise that you'll find out who I am tomorrow. I'm... I'm not ready to tell you who I really am," I whispered, scared. I pushed him away softly, and then ran to the dorms, leaving him confused.

Why did I do that? All he did was ask me my name, and I freak out and tell him that I'm not ready. I freak out and say that I'm not ready when we have 3 minutes of extra study time for a pop quiz. I don't say that I'm not ready to tell someone my name.

I'm in the girl's dorm right now. Changed with my hair completely down. The comfort. Ah. Well, I'm really freaked out. He really likes Morgan le Fay, the one who insults him and doesn't care. But how will he like Trinity Lionheart, the one that couldn't tell him her name? He's in my classes. Well, at least one of them. How will I face him? How will he react? Will he recognize me? I don't think so... I mean, even though I had an American accent, no one thought that I was Trinity Lionheart.

There's a Quidditch match on Saturday. It's Gryffindor vs. Slytherin. I heard that Malfoy is the Seeker. I hope Harry beats him up. Yeah, that would be really nice.

So I guess that I'll write tomorrow and on Saturday if there's nothing else to do, or if something interesting happens. I think I'm going to go to sleep now, since there's nothing else to do or write about. Yeah, I think that I'll sleep before Lavender and Pavarti get back and ask where I was the whole time. I'd rather not let them know that I was with him the whole time. See you tomorrow then, probably at free period

-Trinity