Fem Harry Potter (Kristin)/ Comte Philippe de Chagny. Severus Snape starring as Erik, the Phantom. Albus Dumbledore starring as Gerard Carriere. Lucius Malfoy as the new Director of the Opera House in Paris. Walburga Black as his eccentric wife and leading soprano. Cornelius Fudge as his partner in business. Remus Lupin as head of the police department. Neville as Jean Claude.

Based upon the 1990 movie with Charles Dance. My absolute favourite PotO movie. Some of the dialogues are directly taken out of the movie.

PS: Philippe stays Philippe. Adam Storke is just perfect for this role.

AN: I am afraid that this one will be a little darker than the movie... And a little smut-warning for the end. I am afraid that 'tis not very good but it will have to do.

The Opera Garnier of Paris was impressive. Kristin had never seen something as magnificent like it ere today. She took her time walking around it while looking for the entrance. Never, in all her life, had she imagined, that she would come hither one day and receive singing lessons. Hopefully, Director Dumbledore would find her voice as good as the Comte did and take her into his Chorus.

She walked through the gate and - not knowing whither to go - knocked on the doorman's window.

'How may I help you, Miss?'

'I have been sent hither to meet Monsieur Dumbledore. I was promised singing lessons by the Comte de Chagny.'

'Oh Miss, I am so sorry but Monsieur Dumbledore has just been dismissed.'

'Truly? Do you think the new Manager would take me on?'

'I do not know but I will ask him!' He placed his hand on her shoulder and led her inside. 'I am Neville, by the way.'

'Kristin Potter.' Just as he opened the door, a group of chatting women surrounded them, looking at Kristin with narrowed eyes.

'Pansy heard you saying, that the Comte de Chagny sent you.' One of the women said.

'He did.'

'Where did he find you?', the woman introduced as Pansy asked.

'He heard me singing on a travelling fair.'

'A fair. Really?' Pansy sneered. 'Have you met him before?'

'Yes… I mean no! No, I never met him before!' She looked at the women. 'Are you his friends, too?'

'Friends?' Pansy laughed and pulled a necklace out of her bosom, showing his miniature. The other women did the same. 'We all are!' She laughed again, making Kristin blush ere walking away. The other women followed her.

'Ignore them. They are not worth your time!' Neville said quietly. 'He flirts with them a lot and takes them to bed occasionally but he never considers them something more but an affair. And that angers them! But come on now, let us find out if you can stay here!'

She was allowed to stay. But as a worker in the costume department. Seeing that she had no money, Neville had shown her a hidden place below the Opera House where she could live. Over the next days, she was taught how to sort the costumes and how to prepare the actors and singers ere they entered the stage.

But one night, everything changed. Kristin had - against Neville's advice - gone exploring. She had opened a hidden door in 'her' room and followed the stairs up until she reached the stage. Knowing that no-one was listening, she had started singing a song she used to sang together with her father, who had accompanied her on his violin. But unknown to her, someone had heard her and had not only fallen in love with her voice but also with her herself.

When Kristin returned to her room the next evening, a man descended from the shadows. A mask covered one half of his face, he wore fine clothes and had black, silky hair that was elegantly tied back. She was about to scream but his hand covered her mouth ere she could.

'It is not my intention to harm you, Mademoiselle.' Whispered he while pressing as closely to her as possible. His hand released her lips and let her breath again.

'But what do you want?' She asked, fear lacing her voice.

'Mademoiselle, last night I heard you singing.' She gasped quietly. 'I know you thought you were alone but you were not.' He placed his hands on her arms, softly caressing them. 'You have the most astonishing voice. It is like an angel. Exquisite in tone and shape. In fact in almost every single detail.' He leaned closer to her ear, sending shivers down her back. 'Except - but forgive me - it is obviously untrained.' He pulled back and looked intensely into her eyes. 'Now, without training, your voice - beautiful though it is - will never attain the heights for what I know it is destined. Now… If you would allow me, I can help you. I am a musician of some sorts but there is a condition. And this condition is inviolable.' His gloved right hand travelled over her shoulder to the side of her face. 'I have never taken on any students. For until last night I never wanted to. And if others hear that I am giving you lessons, they might want them, too. Thence I must insist that, if you allow me to be your guide, that I remain anonymous. Which is why I am wearing that mask.' His other hand touched the white mask on his face.

'There is no need to answer now. I will find you! Good night!' His lips touched her cheek in a soft caress. Kristin's eyes fluttered closed and a strange sensation flooded her body. As soon as she opened them she found him gone. What a strange man. His voice seemed so friendly but his appearance did not. Could she trust him not to deceive her?

Her Maestro - she was to call him thus - kept his promise and sought her out a few days later. He found her in her humble abode and led her to a room in the Opera, where he trained her daily - mostly after nightfall. He made her sing scales and exercises at first and taught her simple songs next ere he started her on the more difficult literature. Kristin enjoyed her lesson and was relieved that he never tried to seek such closeness again. Instead he seemed to shy away from her touch as if he was burned. They continued their routine for about four months until he found her ready to audition. Her Maestro was just waiting for the right moment to present itself.

It came with the arrival of the man that send her hither in the first place. The Comte de Chagny. Kristin heard of his arrival ere she had a chance to see him. She was just sorting the costumes after the rehearsal and placed them in the cart when all the girls - Pansy including - hurried down the stairs in excitement, crying 'Philippe! Philippe!' Kristin looked up from her work, her heart starting to race in her chest. Would he remember her? Or would he have already forgotten that he met her at the fair and sent her hither to the Opera Garnier?

She pushed the cart out of the door and wheeled it over to a hidden laundry chute, throwing all of the costumes inside. She walked down another staircase and entered the room to pick up the dumped costumes, placing them into another cart.

She opened the door and wheeled the cart along the hall. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw the girls surrounding the Comte de Chagny, touching him everywhere and trying to place kisses unto his face. He seemed to enjoy himself and it made her lose all the hope she had harboured that - after the charming smile and the many stares he gave her at the fair - he was more than just fleetingly interested in her. She turned away and started walking faster than necessary.

'Kristin!' She stopped and her heart started beating wildly again. He had remembered her. She turned around and found herself facing the Comte. 'It is you.' He looked her up and down ere a frown marred his handsome face. 'That is not what I intended for you. I promised you singing lessons and instead I have to find out that you are to sort costumes.'

'All is well, Monsieur, I am honoured just to be here!'

'It is not, you have the most astounding voice and it would be a waste to not teach you! I know what I am talking about. I come to the Opera all the time!'

The girls giggled and Pansy cried 'Will you be at the Bistro tonight?'

'Better than that! Because I am so happy to be back with all of you, I am going to throw a party tonight for the entire company at the Bistro!' The girls cheered and clapped loudly. The Comte turned around, looking at her.

'Will you come with me, Kristin? As my special guest?'

'Very well. I try to be there!'

'That is all I wanted to hear!' He smiled prettily at her ere he turned back to the cheering girls. Kristin used this moment to leave.

'The Bistro is what we have been waiting for! Everybody sings at the Bistro. That is the tradition. That is why the company loves going thither. And you will sing, too! Then all will hear! And there is no way 'La Walburga' can say no!' her Maestro said ere rising and leaving to get something. He returned with a beautiful white gown in his arms. 'This is what you will wear!'

He placed the gown on her bed and Kristin rose to remove the one she was wearing at the moment. Undressing, until only her smallclothes were left, her Maestro helped her put the gown on and turned her around to close her up, his hands lingering longer than they should. He made her sit on a stool then and brushed her soft, thick, black hair ere pinning it up in a very elegant fashion, putting white flowers in it.

'You look like perfection itself!' He exclaimed and placed a mirror in her hand. 'And you will sing like an angel tonight!' He offered his arm and helped her up and outside where a carriage was waiting for them. It would bring them to the Bistro.

The ride was short and he used it to give her some last advice. Once they reached the Bistro, he handed her outside and led her to the stairs where he kissed the palm of her hand softly.

'I will be listening, Kristin and waiting for you at the Opera. Find me, once you are ready but do not tarry too much!' Kristin nodded softly ere she ascended the stairs and entered the Bistro.

The Comte was at her side as soon as she had walked through the door and took her hand into his ere leading her over to a small table in front of the stage. She sang shortly after and was soon joined by Walburga who could not stand a voice better than hers. But the Prima Donna was quickly frustrated and left to sit down at her table again, leaving Kristin alone on the stage to finish the beautiful aria. The applause was loud and Kristin was overwhelmed. The Comte smiled sweetly and led her to an elderly looking man whose auburn hair was laced with many grey streaks.

'Did I not tell you she is wonderful?'

'Wonderful does not begin to describe the beauty of that voice! I am Albus Dumbledore, former manager of the Opera House!'

'Of course!' Kristin said.

'And I must tell you, Mademoiselle, not only is your voice astonishing but it is reminding me of someone I was privileged to know many years ago. A great singer, Rowena.'

Kristin looked confused but smiled at him nonetheless.

'I suppose you never heard of her?'

'No…' She exclaimed honestly.

'Well. No matter! Go and enjoy your success!' He said with a twinkle in his blue eyes. The Comte took her hand again and led her outside to his carriage.

'Why do I keep thinking that I have met you before?' The Comte asked her. They were sitting in a small boat he was rowing. Everything was plunged in darkness and only the moonlight illuminated them with its silvery light. 'I thought it the instant I heard you singing at that traveling fair. I even thought I recognised your voice! Am I dreaming?' Kristin looked up. A shy smile on her face.

'No more than I!' His eyes met hers and made her blush. 'Do you not remember the little girl in the kitchen?' A memory resurfaced of a small girl serving tea to an old lady and her grandson. He seemed to remember, too.

'Kristin?' She nodded shyly. 'Oh my god!' More memories seemed to come to him. A girl playing the piano with him. The same girl singing at a village fair, a man - her father - accompanying her on his violin. A young boy playing the flute.

Both children chasing each other through the garden. His grandmother screaming like a mad hoyden. Her and her father pleading ere leaving the large house with their meager belongings after being dismissed rudely.

'I heard my grandmother's cries and your pleas every night since I was a child.' He looked at her intensely. 'I missed you, Kristin!' He sounded sincere.

'And I you!' She whispered. He rowed the boat back to the shore and helped her out carefully. They walked quietly among the trees for a while ere he suddenly turned her around and kissed her without a word spoken between them. Kristins heart started beating wildly and thousands of butterflies fluttered in her lower abdomen. Even though she knew that it would probably be only for that night, she could not refuse him anything. He pulled her closer and pressed her against a large tree, his lips never leaving hers. His soft hands found her waist and carefully slid up and down along her sides until they moved lower and started pulling her dress up. As soon as his fingers touched her bare skin and started massaging her tights, Kristin was in heaven and hoped that this moment would last forever. He was very gentle at first but the more his hands and mouth feasted upon her body the more passionate he became. They rid themselves of their clothing rather quickly and soon the very vigorous Comte was worshiping her body in ways she never thought possible.

'Twas already dawning when she returned to the Opera House. Kristin was dressed again but looked rather dishevelled. The gown was creased and her hair had come undone during their love making. She pulled the pins out while ascending the stairs quickly in search for her Maestro who would probably be worried and angry unto her for her tardiness. She hurried her feet and finally arrived at their room. Kristin pushed the door open and entered. The room was dark and only the early light through the window made it possible to see anything.

'Maestro?' she whispered into the shadows while closing the door quietly.

'You are late.' Came his voice from the other side of the room.

'I know and I have no excuses for my tardiness.'

'Where did he take you?'

'Into the woods.' She answered honestly, not being able to lie to her Maestro.

'Did he touch you?'

'Yes.' Silence followed her words. Kristin looked around, searching for his figure in the shadows.

'Did you like it?' He asked after a while. His voice was closer now.

'Yes.' She paused. 'Very.' Silence again until she suddenly found herself pushed against the wall. His hands on her shoulder and his face only inches away from her own.

'How dare he touch what has never been his.' He hissed dangerously, his lips barely an inch away from her ear.

'I gave him leave to do so.' Kristin whispered. His fingers dug themselves deeper into her shoulders.

'Why?' But she stayed silent. 'Why?' He asked again. His tone a bit more forceful than before.

'Because I enjoyed his attentions. I still do and if he asks, I would let him take me again until he finally tires of me like he does with all the other women.' His lips touched her neck and places kissed all over it.

'But you are mine!' He said darkly. 'All. Mine!' His hands went to her back, unlacing her dress and pushing it down, once the deed was done. He then got rid of her smallclothes until she was as naked as on the day she was born. She felt his eyes roaming over her body, taking in every inch of her until his lips found their way unto her hardening peaks, sucking and licking them as if the morrow would never come. His hands trailed down her sides. One of them stopped on her hip while the other went lower and vanished in the folds between her legs, finding the very sensitive spot the Comte, too, had found hours ago. His skilled, long fingers started rubbing and pulling on it, making her inadvertently moan. A long finger entered her and Kristin closed her eyes. Although she felt for the Comte what she would never feel for her Maestro, she could not stop her body from enjoying his touches. A second finger joined his first one and pushed in and out of her while his thumb was still rubbing on her sensitive spot. Her moans became louder and her breathing heavier. His lips found hers with a possessive passion and started to ravage them. The hand on her hip suddenly left its place and started to undress himself below the waist until it returned to her body, massaging her breast and teasing and pinching her hardened peaks. A cry escaped their joined lips and his tongue plunged into her mouth, battling with her own. His large, hard member now poked into her belly, rubbing up and down on her skin until his hand abruptly left her nether regions and hoisted her up on the wall ere lowering her again unto his sex. He plunged into her with some force, making her moan again. He started slowly but soon took up his pace and ravaged her until they both came undone, his seeds spilling into her, like the Comte's did only hours before.

'You. Are. Mine!' He hissed ere pulling out, releasing their mixed juices out of her sex to flow down on her legs. Her knees gave way and she sank to the floor. He dressed himself ere vanishing in the shadows. Kristin leaned her head against the wall. The sun had risen and its rays found their way through the windows illuminating the dancing dust and her naked, sweaty body. Silent tears left her eyes. Would he ever allow her to see her beloved Philippe again?

AN: I leave it here. We all know how it ends. For those who do not: Kristin will be offered the role of Marguerite and La Walburga (Charlotta in the Movies) will poison her, so that Kristins voice does not work as it should and thus makes her debut a disaster. The Phantom kidnaps her and brings her down into his lair below the Opera House. Dumbledore (Gerrard) finds her and tells Kristin of the Phantoms origins. She wants to stay some more to make peace with him but fails and has to flee. Philippe and Albus rescue her - after he confesses his love in the most beautiful way to his friend - and bring her away from Paris. In the end, Kristin and Severus (Erik) reconcile over Faust's last Trio and the Phantom dies by Albus' hands on the roof of the Opera Garnier. Philippe and Kristin will have their HEA.