Chapter ONE: Another day… Another CurseDISCLAIMER: All characters remain the property of their respective authors. Same with Locations and/or plot. I own none of it. Wish I did though. Maybe if I marry in... Never mind my ramblings read on!Harry Potter roused himself for what he expected to be another normal day at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. With that though in his head, he felt that he should just stay abed all day, but no, he must rise. As he hauled himself up, Neville Longbottom woke with a start, stubbed his toe on the bedstead, and fell, face first, onto the floor. Harry assisted the rather dim (Sorry, Neville Fans) Gryffindor to his feet, and then returned to getting his robes on. As Harry passed Hermionie on the marble staircase, a hauntingly beautiful voice floated from nowhere seemingly."Wandering child, so lost, so lonely." Harry whirled around only to find… an empty corridor."Stranger than you dreamt it, can you even bear to look. Or dare to think of me, this loathsome Gargoyle who burns in hell, yet secretly yearns for heaven." As the disembodied voice continued on, a searing pain attached to him, the corridor swirled, and he fell into blackness. Ronald Weasley was tumbling down the marble staircase after having been tricked by Peeves into slipping on a patch of wet floor at the top of the stairs when the voice began."BRAVO, MONSIEUR! Such spirited words!" He looked as best his rolling position allowed. No one."Did you think that I would harm her? Why should I make her pay for the sins which are yours? ORDER YOUR FINE HORSES NOW, RAISE UP YOUR HAND TO THE LEVEL OF YOUR EYES, NOTHING YOU DO CAN SAVE YOU NOW, EXCEPT PERHAPS CHRISTINE. START A NEW LIFE WITH ME, BUY HIS FREEDOM WITH YOUR LOVE, REFUSE ME AND YOU SEND YOUR LOVER TO HIS DEATH!" Now Ron was confused, he did not know a Christine. As he contemplated this, he slammed into the floor of the entrance hall, as a searing pain hit him, and he blacked out. Hermionie sat in the Great Hall reading the day's issue of the Daily Prophet. As she sipped her orange juice, a voice echoed from nowhere."Insolent boy, this slave of passion, basking in your glory! Ignorant fool, this brave young suitor, sharing in my triumph!" Hermionie, who knew the words all too well, replied."Angel I hear you, speak, I listen, stay by my side, guide me! Angel, my soul was weak, forgive me, enter at last master!""Flattering child you shall know me, see why in shadows I hide, look at your face in the mirror, I AM THERE INSIDE!""Angel of music, guide and guardian, grant to me your glory! Angel of music, hide no longer, secret and strange Angel!""I am your angel, come to me: Angel of Music. I am you angel, come to me, Angel of Music!" Now Hermionie felt sick, and then, the pain came, and she immeadiately slumped into the beckoning darkness. Albus Dumbledore sat at the Staff table as everyone in the school but he slumped into unconsciousness. He chuckled."What you will do for revenge, Erik. She is dead, as are your chances for revenge, I'm afraid." At Dumbledore's words, a black figure materialized. "I do not intend to revenge myself, Monsieur le Vicomte, I just seek entertainment, they will tell our story. Seal my fate tonight, I hate to have to cut the fun short, but the joke's wearing thin, let the audience in, let my opera begin!" As the figure vanished, Dumbledore was also slumping into unconsciousne