Title: The Point Of All Emotions
Author: ThePhantomsRedRose
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or the Phantom of the Opera.
Summary: AU, 7thYear. Dumbledore wants house unity, so he plans a Hogwarts version of the Phantom of the Opera. Will his plan work or will there be more problems to face in the end?
Authors Note: Hope you like it. I no longer have a Beta on this story so I am working on my own here. Please excuse any formatting issues I just got Open Office and I am still getting used to it. Bows

There in the evening lights was a sight to be recognized at once. The Eiffel tower stood in all its glory as the city of Paris bustled around it. It was literally witching hour in Paris. The muggle shops were closing but the bustle of wizarding life rose in the undergrounds of the city. Severus lead her down to the banks of the seine river. They walked a little in the moonlight until they came upon what looked like a grand doorknob in the river walls. Severus drew his ebony wand upon the brick. Just as when Hermione had first seen the walls of Diagon alley separate she became speechless as she stepped through the threshold with Snape close behind.

Shops and stalls were everywhere in the underground pathways. All the commotion reminded her of when she was little and went to a livestock fare. So this is wizarding Paris! Hermione thought to herself. "Severus, where are you taking me?" She thought as the stores became less frequent and the paths were getting smaller, water dripping from the earth above.

Shhhhh," Severus hissed as they continued walking down the pathways. There was no more light so Hermione cast Lumos, wishing she hadn't. She could now tell that she was in the catacombs of Paris because the walls were built of human bones and skulls. Hermione screamed and bats rushed from every direction. They continued walking in the dark tunnel when Severus stopped in front of her. She saw light from his wand tip and then a bigger light surfaced on the front of a gondola. Hermione did not need to ask where they were going this time. She sat in the boat as Severus pushed off from the shore.

They continued down the unlit stream until they came to a reservoir. A gurgling sound entered Hermione's ears and she saw an iron pole directly in front of her before the gondola lurched to the side. The iron pole turned out to be a candelabra and more were spurting out of the water. They were covered in slime but the candles still procured light. They turned a corner and there in front of her was the infamous lair. "Welcome Hermione, to the undergrounds of The Paris Opera House," Severus announced.

"But how did you, I cant believe it! When I tried to get down here the lake was so small that nobody could get through. I nearly got kicked out of the Opera House!" Hermione looked around awe struck and then collapsed.

"Bloody Hell Hermione!" he said catching her before she fell into the water. He picked her up cradling her to his chest. What will her classmates say? Do they know she was with me? Oh gods what am I going to do with her? Oh yes, I do recall a bedroom off the main room, where is it? Ah yes right here, behind the curtain. He thought to himself before setting Hermione on the bed.

He left the room and sat at an old desk by the organ where he saw some parchment and began to write...

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Meanwhile at Hogwarts...

Ginny walked to the portrait of the head girl suite. It would not allow entry. Strange, Hermione should be in by now. It's past hours? I never saw her come back from Hogsmade. She reflected. She went back to the common room where Seamus was doing impressions with the help of Fred and George's new candy Imaginative Impressions. Currently he was imitating Snape, with the help of the candy he shifted shape and voice. Neville practically jumped out of his chair when he came with in a foot of him and yelled. Suddenly a very angry McGonagall strode into the room from the portrait of the pink lady.

"What is the meaning of all this noise?" She said as she was walking up to Seamus, "Who is this Five points from Gryffindor for mockery of a teacher!" Seamus changed back to normal form. Dumbledore walked through the door with a letter in hand.

"I just received a letter detailing on where Hermione is,

Dear Dumbledore,

Tell Mr. Potter and Weasley that Miss Granger is safe with me. She accompanied me to the production of The Phantom of the Opera in London. We decided to spring for some dinner in Paris and the tour the real lair of the Phantom. However Miss Granger never leaves character and fainted in a very Christine like manner. She is now sleeping in the lair. I knew that the dunderhead friends would be missing her as it is severely after hours. Of course this may leave their worry unmitigated, but at least they know where she is.

Your Most Obedient Servant,

Severus Snape

"That greasy bat! I'm going to kill him!" Ron roared

"You will do no such thing Mr. Weasley!" McGonagall yelled, "All of you will go to bed now as there are classes tomorrow! Miss Granger will return safely and will be in class as soon as she is able! I bid you goodnight!" She said with raised intonation. Dumbledore followed after her with a twinkle in his eyes.

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Hermione woke up with a shock, forgetting where she was. She rose from the swan cut bed and suddenly remembered where she was. She heard the sound of a harp playing melodically in the distance. She decided to follow the noise out of pure instinct. She opened the curtain and the noise grew instantly louder. She saw Severus plucking the strings of the beautiful instrument. His back was to her, hair fanned out around his face concentrating on only the notes. She stumbled a little while walking and his head whipped around to glare at her.

"Damn you!" Severus Sneered, "Going to spread this to your friends in the Gryffindor tower. Hey everyone the git plays the harp its his only charming quality! Don't think that I don't know what everyone says behind my back! Oh I know! That I am the ugliest monstrosity to curse the earth since the Phantom himself! Will I even have a name when I am dead! The Phantom once had a name! Erik, that was the name! One day will I just be the Phantom of Hogwarts! Go ahead laugh at me for playing the harp! Please I insist! LAUGH!" He bellowed with Death Eater rage in his eyes. Hermione knew why he became one that very second.

"I never thought you were ugly Severus, Whenever I've heard anyone insult you I have been the first to correct them. Please Severus I have the utmost respect for you and my opinion does not waver just because you play the harp. Would you care to explain to me how we managed to get here?" She asked while watching the veins in Severus's neck go back to normal, calmed size.

"Wizards sealed off the lake to muggles to protect them from the magic this place contains. Most wizards are not brave enough to take the trip down here, there are also wards that only allow for strong magic to pass," Severus said leaving Hermione speechless. " Come we must return those two blokes you call your friends will be missing you," Severus said leading Hermione behind a curtain and within an instant they were in the floo backstage.

"Severus, Thank you, I ... Thank you so much!" She said disappearing into her dressing room. The clock read that it was ten in the morning. She was supposed to be in Transfiguration. Her dresser flung a school robe at her as she put it on over the silver dress, now creased from sleep. She flung a Gryffindor tie around her neck and laughed at its presence. Her hair was sticking up at odd angles but she had no time as the curling irons clanked threateningly and she ran through the auditorium down to the great hall and up a floor to the Transfiguration room.

"Miss Granger, its nice to see that you have made it safely to my class. Please take a seat,"McGonagall said as Hermione went to her respective desk next to Harry and behind Ron.

"You okay Mione? What did he do to you? You look like Hell!" Ron Rambled.

"Snape didn't do anything... dishonorable, did he Mione?" Harry Continued with a furrowed brow.

"Misters Potter and Weasley, could you please stop disrupting my class room and concentrate on turning your hedge hog into a pin cushion? Miss Granger has already finished hers," She said moving on to the other side of the room. Hermione began writing a note to Harry so as not to disturb the class.

Dear Harry,

Thank you for the concern, but I assure you that I am fine. I am certain that you already knew that though. You may want to concentrate more as your hedgehog has begun to turn a violent shade of purple. Thought you ought to know.

PS. You and Ronald need to stop calling me Mione, You know I hate it.

Regards,

Hermione

When Transfiguration ended she was off to Ancient Runes, while Harry and Ron would go to the room of Requirement and duel. Of course Hermione expected that they never actually dueled and just lounged about. Hermione was one Gryffindor in a class of thirteen Ravenclaws. The room was small and they studied their tablets of runes and calculated using basic magical formulas. To some the classes became boring, which was probably the reason that only Ravenclaws remained. An hour went by quickly for Hermione as she continuously worked on her translations. When the bell rang she slowly packed her things and went to the Great Hall for lunch. Where she would be pestered with a thousand questions about her journey with Severus.

Authors Note: I hope you enjoyed. Snape bashing soon to come!