Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or anything from Phantom of the Opera. (although I wish I did.)

OK, this chapter is where the name of this fic comes from, in case of anyone was wondering. All who wanted this chapter should all give thanks to my Sabre-sab, for she beta'd it. Be thankful, it was awful pre-Sabre. In fact, I dedicate this chapter to her.

I wrote this on very little sleep. Okay, it was four hours (which is very little for me on winter break), but it was from 6:30 AM to 10:30 AM, which threw off my sleep cycle and made me hyper and tired at the same time. The Snow Joe (from Ballistic at the mall) I shared with my friend probably didn't help any. So yeah. As of now, in the past three weeks, I have watched Phantom 12 or 13 times and I'll see it at least once tomorrow. (AHH! I'm turning into Becki!)

She ran straight to the little room that had become her sanctuary in the past few years. She collapsed on the floor in front of the candle and breathed heavily for a few minutes.

"Bravo," the deep voice said quietly. "Bravo."

Ginny looked around as she always did when he first talked. Then a voice from the hallway made her swallow her answer.

"Ginny? Ginny?" Meg came into the room. "Where in the world have you been hiding? You were perfect. I only wish I knew your secret – who is your great tutor?"

"Perfect, eh?" Ginny grinned, sidestepping the tutor piece neatly. "I should kill you for volunteering me, but I won't on account of you being my best friend and all."

"Aha. The bonds of friendship wins again! So why here?"

"Ever since my father died, I've lit a candle every night for him." Ginny didn't mention her teacher, the great disembodied voice.

"That's so sweet of you, Ginny. Come on, let's go up. It's nearly curfew."

"I'll stay a bit longer," Ginny said, "but you go. I'll be right up."

"Okay…" Meg said slowly. "Just be sure to make it up before curfew."

"Aye," Ginny agreed. "I will."

With a last smile, Meg disappeared up the stairs. Ginny waved her hand over the candle absently. It flared to life and she stared into its depths, not thinking, just staring blankly.

"So you dueled the last decent fighter in the school and won. I trust you used your new skills?"

"Well, yes," Ginny answered. "But I didn't want to. Meg made me."

"I see. Are you here for a reason?"

Ginny hesitated. "I want to ask you something."

"Well, if that's all you wanted to do, go back. It's curfew."

"No, I want to know who you are." Ginny took a deep breath. "I want to see you. I don't even know your name!"

When the voice spoke again, it was cold. "Ginevra Weasley, go back. It's not your business."

"Then are you a Death Eater?"

"Don't ever say that if you want these lessons ever again," the voice snarled. Ginny flinched and swallowed.

"Fine," she said in a small voice. "I'll be back tomorrow." She hurried and left.

The next day, Ginny was followed by whispers and nervous glances, as if she might attack at any moment. The Gryffindors treated her with extreme caution while the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws avoided her.

That night, Harry, Ron, and Hermione cornered her after dinner in the common room.

"Ginny, where did you learn that?" Harry asked, getting straight to the point.

Ginny shrugged. As much as her tutor had scared her, she felt the need to protect him, whoever he was. "I picked it up over the summer, after Dad died."

"Ginny, I've read about wandless magic. You can't just pick it up without a tutor," Hermione interjected.

"Well, I did," Ginny said stubbornly. "Now I have to go." She got up from the couch and walked towards the portrait hole. "Don't even bother tailing me," she called back. "I'm just going to the kitchens. I'm hungry."

When she was back at the room where Meg had found her, she took out the Marauder's Map, which she had "borrowed" from Harry earlier that day. She wasn't on it, and neither was anyone near where she'd be.

"Forgive me, King of Shadows, I mistook," she said aloud, quoting one of her favorite Shakespeare plays.

"Quoting Shakespeare? He was a wizard, you know," the voice said quietly, as if he knew to not draw attention to itself.

"Of course I know. That's how I know of him."

"So you've come back," he observed. "Find your center and hurry up."

Ginny closed her eyes and concentrated on the magical ball of energy that she knew lived inside of her. "Okay," she said. "What now, oh great one?"

"'Oh great one?'" The voice sounded slightly amused. "Trying to flatter me? What do you want? You can relax while you talk, by the way."

"I'm not trying to do anything," Ginny defended, opening her eyes. "Unless, of course, it's working."

"Cheeky girl," the voice said dismissively. "Now find your center again and conjure up a table. Then make the table dance."

Ginny did so, and the table soon looked to be doing some sort of jig.

"Acceptable?" she asked.

"Almost. The back left leg is limping."

Ginny looked, and, indeed, saw leg was wobbling.

"How do you see all this?" she asked. "How do you know so much?"

"I was taught at a very young age how to do this," the voice said. "The rest I picked up."

Ginny thought she detected a note of bitterness in his normally emotionless voice. "But how old are you? Are you dead or alive?" she prodded.

"Pestering Ginny, I will show myself for a moment. Look at your reflection in the mirror. I will be there."

Ginny's eyes widened. She hadn't expected that. She had dreamed about him, had spent countless hours with him learning wandless magic, but she had never expected to actually see him in person, or even though a mirror. She looked over towards the mirror and at first saw only her own reflection, but as she walked towards it, another figure appeared next to it. She glanced back, but nobody was behind her. It gave her an eerie feeling, but Ginny Weasley had never been one to act on her feelings, except for anger. She walked closer to the mirror, and she could see him clearly. He had on a mask and had blonde hair, although it was grey with dust, and he was at least a foot taller than Ginny. Of course, Ginny was only 5'3", so it wasn't that hard to be taller than her.

As quickly as the image of him had appeared, it vanished. Ginny frowned. There had been something cold about his eyes… something familiar. She just couldn't place it.

"It's curfew," the voice said shortly. "Go to bed."

"Why do you wear a mask?" Ginny asked.

"Maybe I'm terribly deformed," the voice said and Ginny was sure that he was smirking.

"Mmhmm. What am I supposed to call you, O Deformed One?"

"Think of something. Nothing girly."

Ginny thought for a moment. "My father used to speak of an angel. He said that when he died, he'd send the angel down to watch over me. I'll call you Angel."

"…I said nothing girly."

"There are plenty of males named Angel. Angel of Darkness?"

"Go to bed. I hear someone coming."

Ginny checked the Marauder's Map. Sure enough, a dot marked Harry Potter was coming towards where she was. She gathered her things and stepped out of the room, running to head him off.

"Hey! Harry!" Ginny hissed. "I'm here; I'm going back. Come with me."

Harry caught up with her. His hand brushed hers, and he frowned and took it in his own hand. "Your hands are cold."

"I was kneeling on the floor and my leaning on my hands," she lied.

Harry looked at her with narrowed eyes. Then he cupped her chin. "Your face, Ginny, it's white."

Ginny stepped back, out of Harry's reach. She knew exactly what had startled her so, but she couldn't tell anyone. They'd assume he was a Death Eater, and they would storm the room and find wherever the Angel was hiding. Then he'd be arrested for skulking about Hogwarts unknown and uninvited. She steered Harry away from the room. "Let's go back to Gryffindor Tower. What were you doing down here, anyway?"

Harry shrugged. "Your friend – the blonde one – was worried about you. She was going to go out to get you, but it's too dangerous for anyone to be walking alone at night, even here. That includes you, Ginny. I don't want you sneaking around anymore. It's too dangerous."

"But it's perfectly fine for you, Ron, and Hermione to go out at night? I mean, aren't you the highest-risk people in the school?"

"Ginny," Harry said seriously, frowning. "We all care about you. Please, don't go out anymore."

"Can't promise. I have to practice somehow."

"Ginny, this is important, more important than what you've been doing. Your safety comes first."

"That's very considerate of you," Ginny said, "but I'm a big girl now. I'm not just Ron's baby sister anymore. I can take care of myself."

"I know, but just humor me."

"I'll think about it."

The two reached Gryffindor tower and Ginny climbed into the room first. She was immediately ambushed by Meg.

"Where have you been? They wouldn't let me go out and find you. Don't you know better than to go off wandering near curfew?"

Ginny said nothing but instead ran up to her room. Her head was spinning. She had seen the person behind the voice, behind the walls. It disturbed her that he wore a mask, wouldn't tell her his name, and became snappy when she asked questions.

She fell into a deep sleep and didn't wake up until morning.

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