Chapter 9-Raoul

The car reached HIS mansion. "Perfect," smirked the Phantom. After they all filed out of the car, it sputtered and exploded. After moments of awkward silence, Simba shook his head and said, " Milo is NOT going to like this."

'Sirius' sniffed. "I wish we didn't leave her…I should of stayed and helped! Oh, what a coward I am…"

"Don't worry, Sirius. You didn't mean to…" Harry said, patting him on the back.

"Hey what cha looking at, guys?"

The Phantom and Simba were looking at something beyond. "That's the mansion?" Simba asked, surprised. "Yep, but HE copied me so much that it looks only like an innocent house from the top…" The Phantom replied. And, indeed, it did only look like an innocent ranch house.

"But as we all know, it's not… Now, here what we're going to do…"

Soon enough, the four stood outside HIS so-called ranch.

"Okay…GO!" The Phantom whispered. Harry stood up and ran to the front of the house, looking as innocent as ever in an ill-fitting Boy Scouts Uniform. In his hands were boxes of popcorn...

He reached out and rang the cheap looking doorbell.

The door creaked slowly opened and a man dressed in red and blue spandex stepped out. Despite the impressive costume, a hideous looking butler's tie was wrapped uncomfortably around his neck. "How can I help you young man?" Asked Spider-Man with a slightly bored tone. Harry put on his best cute little boy act. "Excuse me; I am a young Boy Scout who belongs to troop 206. We're selling popcorn to raise money for the homeless." Spider-Man's spidey senses tingled. "Oh the poor people!" exclaimed Spider-Man. "It reminds me of the days when I was still super." Harry's smile widened. "Oh? Tell me more." As Spider-Man told Harry of the sad story of his capture by HIM, the rest snuck in quietly.

"Dang…" Whispered 'Sirius'. The mansion was amazing, with gold-lined furniture everywhere. "Okay, so where do we go now?" Asked Simba, looking all around the room and sniffing loudly. "It smells like Volumizing Shampoo in here…"

The Phantom quickly gazed at the map, turning it upside down and rotating it. "I think we go….this way!" He pointed down a very odd looking hallway and the group ran off, but not before the Phantom walked up behind Spider-Man and hit him on the head, knocking him out. "Hey…that story was getting good," Harry snapped, wiping his tear-stained glasses on his shirt.

"Ugh, come on!" The Phantom grabbed Harry's uniform and pulled him the rest of the way down the hall.

The hall was very white and plastic-y looking, with occasional buttons making beeping noises, to which Harry clapped his hands and tried to do the Pokka.

"Oh, goody, a staircase…" Moaned a tired-looking Simba.

There was only one problem; the staircase led both up and down. "Which will we take?" asked 'Sirius'. The Phantom gazed at the map, muttering to himself.

Meanwhile, the buttons started to beep again, and Harry began to dance.

"La cucaracha! La cucaracha! NanananananaNA!"

Suddenly, Harry's wand lit up, and a blinding tawny light hit the staircase going up, turning it into a bunch of cockroaches.

"Whoops…"

"Yum, lunch!" Growled Simba, licking up the cockroaches and munching them. "Would you stop that!" Growled 'Sirius' himself. "Come on, this way!"

The four ran down the stairs, tripping and falling until Harry landed on a huge trapdoor.

"Owwww…"

"This is it!" Gasped the Phantom. He picked Harry up, plopped him on 'Sirius's back, and slowly opened the trapdoor.

'Sirius' began to snarl, but not from Harry, but from the horrible stench erupting from the door. "What is that?" Whispered Simba, bending his head over the edge. "Let me through!" Roared 'Sirius' and he leapt down the trapdoor with ease, Harry still unconscious and on his back. Simba and the Phantom followed.

There, standing right in front of them, was a massive, drooling, muscular, as-far-from-cute-as-possible three headed dog. Its mouth gave off the smell of rotting eggs, its fur was matted and black with dirt, eyes as red as Harry's after a meeting with Cho, and a line of spikes traveled down it's back.

One by one, the heads began to growl, bearing fangs as big as 'Sirius' head. "Take care of the boy…" Growled 'Sirius' lifting him off his back….

"WE FINISH THIS NOW, ALBERT FLUFFIKINS JUNIOR!"

"Oh, so you DO remember us!" The three heads said menacingly, lifting there paws (with claws).

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! You know them? And they know you? What's going on here?"

Roared Simba.

"Of course, I know them! We were teammates in Obedience School , but they ALWAYS beat me! And they NEVER let me forget it!" Snarled 'Sirius'.

"But now, I know I can beat you, Albert!"

"Oh yeah, and why's that?"

"Because I'm smaller!"

'Sirius' took off, running straight at Albert with all his might, but with a flick of the paw, 'Sirius' was pushed aside.

"SIRIUS!" Screamed Simba and the Phantom, rushing to his side.

"No! Let me do this on my own! Look, there's the door on the other side! I'll distract them and you two grab the boy and run! Do you understand? " 'Sirius' mumbled.

Both Simba and the Phantom nodded. "Okay, on the count of three, okay? One…two…" The three stood up. "THREE!"

'Sirius' charged with all his might, howling and growling and bearing his fangs.

Simba and the Phantom ran to Harry, who was beginning to wake up.

"What's going on…Why's Fluffy here? And where's Sirius?"

"No time to explain!" The Phantom said, placing Harry on his shoulder.

"GO! YOU FOOL'S! GO!" 'Sirius' screamed. Albert was backed into a corner, trying to fend off 'Sirius', who was biting at their feet.

"They're getting away!" Yelled one of the heads.

The Phantom and Simba ran with all their might. Just then, Albert broke free of 'Sirius', pushing him into the wall and leapt at the Phantom and Simba. He raised his paws, desperately biting at them and trying to step on them.
"PHANTOM, SING! SING!" Cried Harry from his shoulder.

Without thinking, the Phantom began to sing "The Music of the Night" zigzagging Albert's feet.

Albert began to blink. His feet began to get heavier and heavier. His ear and eyelids drooped, and he began to walk in circles, dizzy.

The Phantom, Harry and Simba, made their way to the door, watching Albert falling asleep. And slowly, on a last note, the Phantom shut…the…..door….

Chapter 10-Raoul

Harry shivered. He felt like they were being picked off one by one. He silently prayed that he wouldn't be next. "This way!" said the Phantom in a low whisper. He readjusted the map. "We must be getting close." "Now how would you know that?" asked Harry. The Phantom sighed. "One, I can read maps. Two, I can smell volumizing shampoo." It was true, for a strong scent of lavender wafted out into the corridor where Harry, The Phantom, and Simba walked. They soon found a suspicious door marked 'Raoul's Room.' "OK." said the Phantom. "Raoul must be in here. Simba, I want you to find Christine. She is located in the dark cell across the mini river (Grace comments-"you know the river where the Phantom keeps his boat?"). I will handle HIM." After Simba bounded off, Harry faced the Phantom hesitantly. "Wha-what can I do?" The Phantom turned slowly. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but...You're coming with me." "WAHOO!" shouted Harry. He bounced happily up and down. The Phantom took out his lasso and sword (if he doesn't have one he does now) and kicked open the door.

Ch. Whatever number We're on now: THE FIGHT!

The room was dark and dank, echoing with only one piece of splendid furniture in it: a large, comfy looking Lay-Z-Boy arm chair. But no matter how comfy the chair looked, it couldn't hide the horrendous creature inside it. That creature was a man sitting crossed legged with pink hair curlers in his gold locks, his eyes scanning an old copy of the Home & Gardening Magazine.

The Phantom rose up his mighty sword and shouted, "RAOUL! DRAW YOUR SWORD! WE AT LAST MUST FINISH THIS!"

Raoul slowly turned his hideous head, a snow-white smile creeping up onto his chapstick-covered lips. "Well, well, well, if it isn't my dear friend the Phantom and…" He paused, looking over Harry, "And his little puny friend. What, Phantom, is this the only freak who decided to help you? Couldn't get anyone better, I see…"

At that, Harry's fists clenched together, and he spat a spell, conjuring out of thin air a long sword and a very spiffy hat with a feather. "I AM NOT PUNY! ARGH!" Harry ran straight at Raoul, screaming in an odd mixture of Parseltongue and English.

He raised his wand and cried the first spell that came to his mind.

" Wingardium Leviosa!" Raoul soared into the air and hit his cheap ceiling. A shower of foul smelling plaster rained down onto Harry, the Phantom and some miscellaneous objects of Raoul's.

"My beautiful Martha Stewart Home Collection from K Mart!" Moaned Raoul. The Phantom took this opportunity to aim his lasso at Raoul who was still suspended. "GOTCHA!" The Phantom exclaimed. His aim was perfect-just around Raoul's neck. "Now I will kill-"

"No!"

The Phantom paused, surprised, and then whirled around to face a shaking Harry.

"Harry! What is the meaning of this? Do you not remember WHY we came here in the first place? Why we snuck into his house past his ridiculous butler, through the three headed monster, and past the foul smelling corridors to finally capture the man I wanted to kill since the day he stepped into my opera house?"

Harry shook his head. "I do not wish to see the death of another human being."

"Raoul is not human, Harry." The Phantom patiently explained. Raoul shook his head in protest, though with difficulty because the Phantom's lasso still held a firm grip.

" I will finish off this man so that I may finally have Christine." With that he swiftly knocked Harry out. The world faded.

Chapter: The Chapter after Whatever Chapter We're on... Homeward

Harry didn't remember much of the incident. He soon found himself lying in a room that smelled strongly familiar. But it was a welcoming smell. He heard a distant voice. "Harry? Are you OK?" a girl's voice asked. "Wha?" The girl shushed him. "Ron? Bring me The Medication, will you? This time he will receive the correct dosage." The sleepy red head fumbled around the Gryffindor Common Room and handed Hermione the bottle. "Thanks." Hermione tipped the bottle into Harry's mouth. "Oops! Ron you klutz!" Ron, in attempt to escape a spider, jumped backwards and knocked Hermione's hand, which sent more potion into Harry's mouth than intended.

POOF!

Harry woke up. He blinked and saw a sign that said, WELCOME TO THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA!

THE END!

(Ha, I avoided the fight scene!)

Best Wishes, Major M and Captain C