The Phantom of Hogwarts

Hey! Thanks for sticking with this story. Sorry about the long wait. With the Fourth O' July around, I was busy as hell!

Disclaimer- Don't own a thing, this is just some idea from an insane mind.

Chapter Seven

"I told you. I don't remember anything! Now stop asking me!"

It had been one week since Halloween. Keeping her promise, Hermione had not said a word about the Phantom and pretended as though he had modified her memory completely.

But, oh, did she remember. Halloween had been one of the greatest nights in her life. The Phantom was indeed a true mystery. She had tried to look behind the mask, but all she could see was hurt and even a bit of rage. Something horrible had happened to the Phantom, and it was still eating away at him. Hermione was frightened. If the Phantom ever unleashed his rage, many people would suffer at his hand. Still, she wanted to know him more, get inside his mind, and discover his dark secrets.

Harry and Ron had become two shadows. Hermione was almost never out of their sight, and if she was, Anthony was right by her. He just didn't give up no matter how much Hermione told him to leave her alone. Rejection was not a word in his vocabulary, and he pursued Hermione night and day. Little did he realize that Hermione's heart had already been claimed.

November had come bringing in the cold weather. Snow now fell nearly every night, even if it didn't stick. Students began to take advantage of the snow, when it stuck, and immediately began to start up mischief. Older ones enchanted them to fly down one's pants or up skirts while the younger years merely made enchanted snowmen to throw snowballs at unsuspecting by passers. Hermione did her best to keep the students under control, but after getting whacked in the face by a snowball from a smirking snowman, she gave up and just gave out detentions.

"Oh, c'mon Hermione! You must remember something! Anything, even the smallest detail." Begged Ron as the three made their way to a Potions class.

"Yeah, usually when someone's memory is modified, they have dreams or premonitions about what had previously happened." Said Harry. Hermione groaned, she had taught them that last year. I could kick myself, she thought angrily.

"Look." She said turning around, he voice nothing but a whisper, "I've told you that I don't remember a single thing. I haven't had any dreams or premonitions. The last things I do remember is someone covering my mouth and knocking me out while I was still in the Head Girl Suite. Now either you two leave me alone, or I turn you into fire flies!"

Harry and Ron paled. They knew she would do it; she had the magical knowledge. Both boys bowed their heads.

"Sorry Hermione." Groaned Harry, sounding only a bit sorry.

"Yeah, we were just worried, that's all. You mean more to us than anything."

"You're like our little sister." Hermione was touched and hugged them both.

"Thanks guys. You-" But she was stopped. An organ playing a soft haunting melody began to fill her ears. It was the Phantom, calling to her. "I have to use the bathroom." She cried at once and sprang off in the opposite direction, Harry and Ron looking confused behind her.

Hermione bolted down two other corridors before she spotted a large wooden door, where the music was coming the loudest. Looking both ways to see that no one was following her, Hermione pushed open the door. At the organ sat the Phantom in his usual black attire.

"Music soothes the savage beast." He whispered as he played the last chords.

"It seduces the innocent too." She said softly moving towards him. He turned to her, and she sat on his lap, placing her hand on his cheek and her lips upon his. Over and over, she tasted him in her mouth. He had the most intriguing taste, sour yet sweet, tart and tangy. Never had something like this made her want to lash out and have him take her right there and then.

The Phantom broke their kiss, and she began to move down his neck, playfully sucking on it, making him moan aloud. "Shouldn't… you b-be… in class?" he ground out, running his hands along her thighs.

"You called me here."

"Yes, but you answered the call."

"I haven't been able to stop thinking of you. I had to see you again, if only for a moment." He pulled her up and kissed her fully once more.

"I see you ever night in my dreams." He whispered against her lips. "You're the thought that warms my bones." He pulled her as close as he could and slipped his hands back up her shirt. Teasing her taunt nipples, Hermione moaned loudly.

"What ever did I do without you?" she thought aloud. The Phantom smirked.

"You used your fingers." He whispered sexily into her ear, making her gasp. "Don't worry, I can replace them." Moaning once more, Hermione ran her hands under his own shirt and felt his tight muscles, but there was something more.

Beneath her fingertips, she could feel little bumps and scar marks. Where had he gotten all of these, she wondered. Had he been attacked by something here? Could these marks be clues to his mysterious appearance and past? Still, she began to think only of his gorgeous body.

"You should get back to class." He said. "Those idiots you hang around with will be wondering where you've run off to." As he tapped her bum lightly, Hermione climbed off the Phantom's lap, straightened out her clothing, and headed for the door. "We'll continue this later, my Hermione." He called out after her.

Potions flew by in a blur for Hermione. Throughout the lesson, she hummed and smiled her way through the unbearable lesson with Professor Snape as if she were in a dream. Harry and Ron kept glancing nervously back at her, just to make sure she wouldn't accidentally blow something up. Even Snape, who tried to ignore Hermione at all costs, noticed a dramatic change in her behavior, especially when she wished him a good afternoon as she floated out the dungeon door.

"Er, Hermione, are you absolutely sure you're okay? Did something happen in the bathroom that we should be worried about?" asked Harry cautiously.

"Oh, I'm just fine guys." Hermione sighed lightly. "Honestly, you guys worry way too much." And with that, Hermione happily skipped down the corridor towards the library for some afternoon reading. Harry and Ron looked at one another, dumb struck.

"Something's not right with her." Stated Ron.

"Do you think this has something to do with the Phantom, or worse Voldermort?"

"Not V-Voldermort." Said Ron, who had finally summed up the courage to say the name. "But the Phantom is looking pretty suspicious right now."

"Think we could find out anything in a book, like Hogwarts: A History? It worked with the Chamber or Secrets."

"It's worth a shot, but we'd better wait till Hermione's out of the library. She might get suspicious and figure out what we're up to." The two boys headed off to the Great hall for some lunch, plotting and planning what to do next.

Hermione reappeared in their next class, Herbology, and seemed to have come out of her trance. She was more social with Harry and Ron. The three talked and joked as they learned the properties of the newly discovered healing plants. Hermione even earned Gyffindor twenty points for knowing all of the names of the plants. Their best friend was back though their suspicions did not diminish.

The Phantom was restless. Without Hermione to keep him occupied, he was bored. What he needed was a new scheme, maybe something to get Hermione for a longer amount of time. It was sunset now as the Phantom wandered along the darkened corridors of the dungeons, keeping to the shadows. Suddenly, he heard a mutter and several squeals of delight coming from an empty chamber to his right. Sneaking across to the door, the Phantom listened in.

"Are you sure?" asked a female voice.

"I'm positive. My father just sent me an owl. By this time tomorrow, the Dark Lord plans to have the Ministry of Magic under his control." Answered a male voice. The Phantom drew in a sharp intake of air. The Dark Lord taking of the Ministry? If that happens, Potter will stand no chance, he thought.

"Finally! How long do you think it'll be before he removes Dumbledore as Headmaster here?" asked a different voice that the Phantom could not distinguish as a male or female.

"I give it a month, maybe less. Then this school will be rid of the filthy Mudbloods." Said the male voice.

"And you know what that means." Said another female voice, different from the first.

"Yep, Granger will be the first to go. I plan to kill her myself."

At that, Phantom drew his cloak around him and swept from the corridor. Though he took no side in the war, he couldn't let anything happen to his Hermione. If he could save Hermione and possibly stop Voldermort in the process, his life would also be saved. Voldermort would surely find him here, and he would be killed for deserting the Death Eaters.

His mind buzzed with ideas as he took the shortcuts to his secret lair, hidden deep in the castle, to plan his next move.

Night fell, and the students of Hogwarts began to retire to their Common Rooms for some homework and relaxation. Gryffindor Tower was packed, as usual, with students finishing homework, chatting, and playing Exploding Snap. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were seated in one of the corners working quietly.

Just as they were about to finish, the large foreboding black owl rapped at the window, begging for entrance. Feeling weak at the knees, Hermione's eyes opened wide as the noisy Common Room fell silent. Everyone's attention was turned towards the window where the owl was still knocking. Harry looked darkly at it as he rose and opened the window. The owl dropped another pale envelope at his feet, and then flew off into the night.

Harry pealed open the wax seal and unfolded the parchment.

Dear Mr. Potter,

I sincerely hope that you take this letter most seriously for it may prove to be very useful. During my stay here at Hogwarts, I have stumbled upon some very valuable information concerning Lord Voldermort. I shall be more than happy to give it to you, but you must grant me one small favor in return. I request only one full day with the lovely Miss Hermione Granger. For one simple day with me, you may be able to save the wizarding world.

If you choose to ignore this letter, I must only express my deepest sympathy for those who will suffer because of your selfishness.

My Sincerest Regards,

Phantom

Harry reread the letter aloud before ripping it up and throwing it in the fireplace. After watching it crackle and burn, he turned to Hermione.

"I'm not letting him take you. I made that mistake once, and you come back completely different. The Phantom's obviously bluffing. He may have raped you before, and you'll never know because he modified your memory. I won't sacrifice you." Said Harry glaring at Hermione as if it were her fault.

"Harry, you can't be selfish!" she exclaimed. "What if he really does know something? Think of all the lives we could be endangering if we don't take him seriously."

"Harry has a point, Hermione." Said Ron stepping up. "We don't know what the Phantom is capable of. I'm not willing to trust him."

Hermione knew the Phantom. Okay, so maybe I've just snogged him a few times, Hermione though, but I know he'd never do anything this insane just to get a whole day with me… would he? "You guys are acting like children!" Anger bottling up, Hermione stomped out of the portrait hole.

"I must find the Phantom," she muttered, "before he finds Harry and Ron." But how was she going to find him? An idea suddenly flashed through her brain, and she waved her wand, casting a spell so only the Phantom could hear her.

Angel of Music

Guide and guardian

Grant to me your

Glory

Angel of Music

Hide no longer

Secret and strange

Angel

Soft music began to play, and Hermione followed it up to the tallest tower of Hogwarts.

Angel of Music

Guide and guardian

Grant to me your

Glory

Angel of Music

Hide no longer

Secret and strange

Angel

Step after step, they wound their way up and up until it seemed as though she were touching the sky.

I am your Angel of Music

Come to the Angel of Music…

I am your Angel of Music

Come to the Angel of Music…

Hermione reached the very top and was met by a pair of lips, crashing upon hers. She thought no more, and only felt.

"Where is she?" asked Ron nervously taking a look at the clock as if it were going to eat him. Harry paced the floor, and even the whole of Gryffindor was awake to wait to see if Hermione would ever come back. All clad in their pajamas, the Gryffindors sat together talking in hushed tones and looking up at the portrait hole every few minutes.

Suddenly shattering the silence, a loud tap was heard on the window. Both Harry and Ron's heads whipped in the direction and tore across the room. They nearly killed the owl yanking the letter from its grasp. Ripping the envelope, a pale folded letter fell out. Harry read it to the silent Gryffindors.

Dear Mr. Potter,

Miss Granger has decided not to leave the fate of the wizarding world to chance. She is here with me now as I write this letter to you, unharmed of course. My clock tells me that it is now twelve thirty-four. At this time tomorrow night, you shall have Miss Granger back the Gryffindor Tower, once again unharmed.

And now I ask you to follow Miss Granger's example and take this information seriously. Tomorrow, the Dark Lord is planning on attacking the Ministry of Magic. I highly suggest you do whatever is in your power to stop this from happening.

My Sincerest Regards,

Phantom

Harry dropped the letter and sped off. Even if the Phantom was lying, he could never ignore the fact that the wizarding world might be in danger. As fast as he could, he rushed to Dumbledore's office.

Ron stood very pale holding the dropped letter. It was then that he noticed another small letter right next to the envelope. In all of the excitement, it must've been over-looked. Ron picked it up and read it aloud.

Harry and Ron,

DON'T NOT DISREGUARD THIS INFORMATION! I have every reason to believe that the Phantom is not lying. Please, please, PLEASE tell someone!

Hermione

It was Hermione's signature at the bottom. Hermione had definitely written the letter. Thinking fast, Ron immediately took control of the Gryffindor students, who were talking rapidly while some cried and others stood petrified, sending them up to bed and locking all of their doors. He, along with Ginny, who had slipped out, then headed for Dumbledore's office to join Harry and decide what must be done.

"The letter's sent. I have you all to myself for the entire day." The Phantom said sensually under his breath. However, when he turned around, he noticed Hermione had fallen asleep on the window seat. Picking her up carefully, loving the feeling of her soft body in his arms, the Phantom summoned a broomstick sitting in the corner and flew off, Hermione sleeping soundly in his arms.

A/N: I know this story probably won't make sense once the Half Blood Prince is released, but for now, just enjoy! I know those aren't all of the words to Angel of Music, but they didn't quite fit the story, so I didn't bother writing them or trying to make them work. Thanks for reading and please review!

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