Title: The Point Of All Emotions
Author: ThePhantomsRedRose
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or the Phantom of the Opera.
Summary: AU, 7thYear. The war looms in everyone's thoughts. To take their mind away they begin work on a Musical. Strong partnerships are established, but are they strong enough to win the war?
Authors Note:

The Point of Fire, Air, and Ground

Gray snow coated the ground, the sky a looming with gray clouds. Light snow crystals fell from these clouds onto the trees of the forbidden forest. Term had started again smoothly. Hermione was fully healed and participating actively in rehearsals. They were now working on full act run-throughs.

Hermione had told Severus and Albus about her capture. Dumbledore expressed worry about the death eaters knowing her form. Hermione had assured him that they had not found out. This was proved when Severus was called to a meeting and was questioned about how she escaped. He had provided that the guard let her out and that she had no idea who it was. He had come back to Hogwarts virtually unharmed.

The bewitched ceiling of the great hall allowed snow to disappear in mid air as it collected on the columns that spanned the walls. Hermione sat sipping a jasmine tea at Gryffindor table in the spot that was left behind in the wake of Maureen's disappearance to the Slytherin table.

Dumbledore set his fork down on his plate and walked elegantly to the podium. "Good morning Hogwarts!" Dumbledore boomed cheerfully. "I have a few announcements to make, I would like you to take down these notes," He said as everyone groaned, withdrawing various pieces of parchment and quills. "February 14th is Valentines Day, as I am sure you all know. Now, we do not usually celebrate this holiday here, but given recent circumstances there will be a couples dance," He paused waiting for the Oohs and ahs to subside. Every year we host a seventh year dance in May. This will take place May 11. Finally, I would like to let everybody know that Hogwarts production of The Phantom of the Opera will be done the week of May 20th through the 25th. That is all back to your eggs!" He said before turning towards the staff table.

"Wow we've never had this many dances in one year!" Ron said in between mouthfuls of food.

"What's your first class today Harry?" Ginny asked.

"First period is free, at ten I have Care of Magical Creatures," Harry replied

"Since when did you enroll in Care of Magical Creatures?" Ginny asked.

"We all did after we figured out our forms," Hermione replied.

"Why Ginny, what did you have in mind?" Harry asked raising an eyebrow. She leaned over and whispered something in his ear that sounded a lot like, "room of requirement" to Hermione's dragon ears. The bell rang and Hermione shifted from her seat, heading to the library.

The smells of the musty books had always pleased Hermione. The sound of her quill scratching away at the yellowed parchment was the only sound heard in the empty space.

"I thought I'd find you here," She heard from the corner.

"Severus? Where are you?" Hermione whispered.

"Come here," She heard as she felt hands guiding her down the chute. They plunged into the icy water dissolving the invisibility potion.

"One of the eggs hatched Mia," He said as they scaled the mountain. Hermione took form and made the last few leaps up the cliffs to the nest. A red Chinese Fireball was looking up at her with strong black eyes. This Dragonling was much bigger then Karina was at birth. He was bigger than she was now. Hermione decided she would call this Dragonling Bolide.

"How did you know he had hatched?" Hermione asked sinking into human form.

"I have the nest on Wizard Watch and I happened to see the egg cracking," He said with a pondering frown. "I think it's time we start to stay down here. I don't want to leave them in Naiomi's care. We can manage our schedules when you don't have class is different when I don't have class, except for potions, but we can leave them alone for a little while," He explained.

"Well for now we both have free time until ten, right?" Hermione asked.

"Yes," Severus said.

"Well you could exercise the horses. Just magic the stalls open and take out Prestissimo and they should all follow," Hermione said as Severus nodded and walked towards the stable.

Hermione wrote a note to the house elves, asking for very fresh, uncooked meat. She bewitched it to turn it's self into a phoenix and fly up the food drop. Just then, a few rabbits and some hamburger patties dropped down the shoot.

Ah, It's just like feeding Buckbeak again, poor rabbits, she thought to herself as the two dragonlings feasted upon them.

Once inside the stable, Severus cast spells to refill troughs and change bedding. He charmed the tack boxes at each door to start brushing their assigned horse. After they were done he flicked his wand at the tack room and all of the saddles and bridles flew on to their owners. Each bridal did not have connecting reins and each saddle's irons were up. Severus withdrew his irons and gathered his reins. He moved Prestissimo to the double doors of the barn. He flicked his ebony wand at the stalls and began to gallop, followed by the ground horses.

It's amazing how large this space is Severus thought just before coming to a wall about twenty miles out from where he started. He turned Prestissimo, whose muscles gleamed in the Savannah sun and headed back towards the main underground. When he returned he was winded from the effort, it takes to stay on the horse.

He put the horses back away after spraying them down with water from the showers at the back of the barn. He walked out of the barn, his legs turned at odd angles from riding that long. "Hermione, why don't you go stretch the winged horses. I'll watch the dragonlings," Severus offered as Hermione changed to human form and walked down to the barn.

Once inside the second story of the barn, she went over to the lead Pegasus's stall. This one was named Caesar. She took the small saddle, provided for the winged horses and propped it under the wing joints. It was made of soft silver, which was the only material flight saddles were made of. She grabbed the bridal and carefully eased the bit into the white horses mouth. She struggled up on to the saddle and then unlatched the stall door.

The second level double doors led right into the air so they required a running start. Hermione was not afraid of flying anymore now that she had found her dragon powers. Even if she fell, she could escort herself to safety with her own wings. She backed Caesar and then guided him out of the doors. His wing span was massive, so much more beautiful than her own. She surged the horse up into the air and was amazed at how comfortable the ride was, unlike the one in her fifth year. She flew over to the mountain and landed above the nest. She looked down and watched Severus dodging the flames of the dragonlings.

That's the man I am going to spend the rest of my life with, She thought to herself and smiled.

Authors Note: Hi, Review Please. Hope you liked the chapter. Next time on 'The Point' will be the pre-dance preparations and such.