HEYS!! I'm on vaca but I couldn't resist updating!! WEE!
I do not own POTO. Or any songs I might sing in this chap. I do not own HP either.
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I came out the next morning to find Erik waiting for me. "Well what was that all about??" He asked, looking at me curiously. "Well, most of the phanphics were slash.."
"Slash?" "Gay relationships. I don't think you wanted to read about you and Fop making out, do you?" He blanched. I laughed and walked over to him. He flinched as I examined his mask. I brought out a pic of him without his mask on and held it up next to his face. I tried to guess if the deformity was the same. I traced the outline of his mask with my finger. He grabbed my hand but I shook it away. I started peeling off the mask and he tried to push me to the ground. I sighed, I didn't want to have to do this, but I pinned his hands with one hand, and sat on his lap. He froze and I took this moment to take off the mask. He tried to push me off of him but I remained on his lap as I looked thoughtfully at his face. He stopped struggling as I touched the marred side off his face and traced the scarred flesh. I let go off his hands and continued to trace out all the scars. I whispered "Poor baby, gosh this is what got you sold to a gypsy fair? How can they not see how beautiful you are…" I pulled off his wig too. "How could they do this to you?? How cruel can humans actually get?? How can they only see what lies on the out side??" He was looking at me, almost crying. "How can you bear to look at my face? I'm a monster! I'm the Devil's Child!" I could see a scar running down his arm, obviously from beatings at the gypsy fair. I went back to caressing the marred side of his face and sighed. "You are not the 'Devil's Child' Erik. God is forgiving. If you want God to forgive you far what you have done, just pray to him. He will forgive you. And I don't care about your face. I don't judge people by how they look." He touched my hand, the one that was caressing his face, and held it in his hand. I placed my other hand on his shoulder. I knew he was fighting back tears. I squeezed his shoulder and whispered comfortingly to him, "It's ok if you want to cry Erik. Everybody cries sometimes. You are no different." He broke down, sobbing, and clutching my hand. I felt so sorry for him. He was weak, almost fragile in this state. He fell forward and sobbed into my shoulder. I hesitated then put my arms around him and let him cry. I stroked patterns onto his back while he cried. I didn't know that after such a short time of knowing each other he would trust me so much. It was hard for me to resist the urge to kiss him. I knew that he didn't feel that way and was only clutching my hand and leaning against me because I had looked past his face. I wondered if he would ever feel the same about me as I felt about him. I heard the sobbing die down a bit. He still held my hand and leaned against me though. I started whispering to him, "Calm down Erik, it's alright. Cry as long as you need to, it's fine. You are just like any other person on this planet. You should be treated the same as anyone."
xXx Erik's POV xXx
This girl who I had only known a few days could look at my face without my mask, and talk to me as if it was non existent. I couldn't help it, I wanted to cry. She obviously knew this, because she was telling me it was fine if I wanted to cry. I just started to sob and I clutched her hand. I leaned into her and she hugged me and comforted me. I barely knew her, yet she was sitting on my lap and holding me as I cried. Oddly enough I didn't care. It felt so right to be held by her, almost as if I had known her all my life.
xXx Rach's POV xXx
Erik obviously wasn't planning to get out of my embrace anytime soon, so I tried singing to him to help him calm down. I sang my favorite song by Avril Lavigne softly to him:
"He was a boy, she was a girl
Can I make it anymore obvious?
He was a punk, she did ballet
What more can I say?
He wanted her, she'd never tell
But secretly she wanted him as well
But all of her friends,
They stuck up their nose,
They had a problem with his baggy clothes.
He was a skater boy,
She said see ya later boy,
He wasn't good enough for her.
She had a pretty face,
But her head was up in space,
She needed to come back down to Earth.
Five years from now,
She sits at home.
Feeding the baby,
She's all alone
She turns on T.V.,
And guess who she sees?
Skater boy rocking on M.T.V.
She calls up her friends,
They already know,
And they've all go tickets to see his show.
She tags along,
And stands in the crowd,
And looks up at the man that she turned down.
He was a skater boy,
She said see ya later boy,
He wasn't good enough for her.
Now he's a superstar,
Slammin' on his guitar,
Does your pretty face see what he's worth?
He was a skater boy,
She said see ya later boy,
He wasn't good enough for her.
Now he's a superstar,
Slammin' on his guitar,
Does your pretty face see what he's worth?
Sorry girl but you missed out,
Well tough luck that boy's mine now.
We are more than just good friends,
This is how the story ends.
To bad that you couldn't see,
See the man that boy could be,
There is more than meets the eye,
I see the soul that is inside.
He's just a boy,
And I'm just a girl.
Can I make it anymore obvious?
We are in love,
Haven't you heard?
How we rock each others world.
I'm with the skater boy,
I said see ya later boy,
I'll be backstage after the show.
I'll be in a studio,
Singing a song I wrote,
About a girl you used to know.
I'm with the skater boy,
I said see ya later boy,
I'll be backstage after the show.
I'll be in a studio,
Singing a song I wrote,
About a girl you used to know."
He was still crying a bit, so I decided to sing a song that had been cut from the movie. I went over the words in my head and sang softly into his ear:
"No one would listen,
No one but her,
Heard as the outcast hears.
Shamed into solitude,
Shunned by the multitude.
I learned to listen,
In my dark, my heart heard music.
I longed to teach the world,
Rise up and reach the world.
No one would listen,
I alone could hear the music.
Then at last,
A voice in the gloom,
Seemed to cry 'I hear you!
I hear your fears,
Your torment and your tears.'
She saw my loneliness,
Shared in my emptiness,
No one would listen,
No one but her,
Heard as the outcast hears.
No one would listen,
No one but her,
Heard as the outcast hears."
He was asleep by the time I finished the song. I got off of him and smiled down at him. I sat down on the couch in the seat next to his and fell asleep. I was awakened sometime later by him stirring. I grabbed his mask and hid it. He woke up and smiled at me. A real smile, not a forced one. I smiled back and put my hand back on his shoulder. "You ok now?" "Yes, I'm fine now. Where is my mask?" I frowned at him. "You're not getting it back. I'll give it back to you if we need to go somewhere." He nodded at me and stood up. I thought he was going to walk away but instead he hugged me and said, "Thank you." I replied, "Your welcome. I'm always here if you need someone to cry to. Who would have known? The mysterious Phantom of the Opera is just like any other human." He let go of me and walked over to his organ. He began playing 'Music of the Night' and I swooned just like any other phangirl would. He seemed to find it amusing and began playing the Overture. I was dazed, swooning and daydreaming at the same time. I was brought out of my dazed state by him changing the song abruptly and singing. He was playing 'The Point of No Return' and singing his part. He looked at me expectantly and I sang:
"You have brought me,
To that moment when words run dry.
To that moment when speech disappears
Into silence, silence.
I have come here,
Hardly knowing the reason why.
In my mind I've already imagined
Our bodies entwining,
Defenseless and silent.
Now I am here with you,
No second thoughts,
I've decided, decided.
Past the point of no return,
No going back now,
Our passion play has now at last begun.
Past all thought of right or wrong,
One final question.
How long should we to wait before we're one?
When will the blood begin to race?
The sleeping bud burst into bloom?
When will the flames at last consume us?"
He joined in with me:
"Past the point of no return,
The final threshold.
The bridge is crossed,
So stand and watch it burn.
We've past the point of no return."
I sat down next to him and absentmindedly began playing the tune for "Bad Boy" by Cascada. He looked at me and said, "Care to sing the song you are playing?" I sighed and sang loudly:
"Remember the feelings,
Remember the day.
My stone heart was breaking,
My love ran away.
This moment I knew I would be someone else,
My love turned around and I fell.
Be my bad boy,
Be my man.
Be my weekend lover,
But don't be my friend.
You can be my bad boy,
But understand,
That I don't need you in my life again.
Won't you be my bad boy,
Be my man.
Be my weekend lover,
But don't be my friend.
You can be my bad boy,
But understand,
That I don't need you again,
No I don't need you again."
He looked at me oddly. "What was that about?" I shrugged. "I don't know. I just like the song." I played Hedwig's Theme and smiled. "Ah the wonders of Harry Potter, the best book since POTO." He obviously was VERY confused. I went to my room and dug out my HP book, the 7th. I showed it to him and he took it out of my hands. He opened it and looked at the copyright page. "So it's from the future?" "Yeps. The creation of J.K. Rowling, the idea came into her head while she was on a train. J.K., we thank you for leaving that pen at home. You can read it if you want, but you will be totally lost. I can run up and get the others if you want." He nodded distractedly and I set off to the mirror. As I walked I sang the Hogwarts School Song.
"Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts
Teach us something please!
Whether we be old and bald
Or young with scabby knees.
Our heads could do with filling
With some interesting stuff,
For now they're bare
And full of air,
Dead flies and bits of fluff!
So teach us things worth knowing,
Bring back what we've forgot!
Just do your best,
We'll do the rest,
And learn until our brains all rot!!"
I ran into the mirror and saw that the usual mist was clearing, but I didn't see the familiar kitchen. It cleared and I gasped. It was the Hogwarts Great Hall. Remus Lupin was sitting at the staff table, so it must be Harry's third year. I rummaged in my pockets for paper. I pulled out three sheets of parchment and a pen. I quickly wrote a note to Draco.
Mr. Draco Malfoy,
You will have seen me by the time this gets to you. I will be the girl that walked into the Hall and asked Professor Dumbledore for lessons, as I have not had any. You will be wondering why I have sent you this. I warn you to NOT JOIN THE DEATH EATERS. In your sixth year, you will join and he will have an assignment for you, an assignment you could not possibly hope to complete. He will ask you to kill Professor Dumbledore. YOU WILL NOT BE ABLE TO. When Lord Voldemort returns next year, do whatever you can to get away from him. I advise going to Professor Dumbledore and asking for protection. He will get the Order of the Phoenix to help you. Plus, to put it quite simply, I think you're hot.
Sincerely,
Rach
I folded it up. I checked to make sure the mirror was still open to the HP world. It was.
I scribbled notes to Remus and Sirius. They went like this.
Remus,
I am that girl that ran into the great hall to ask for lessons. I know about your 'Furry Little Problem' and don't care. DO NOT TRUST SNAPE. Sirius is innocent, and you will be helping him. After you go down the passage in the Whomping Willow, make sure that no one can get past, or Snape will come down and screw it all up. Make sure before you go down you take the Wolfsbane Potion as it will be a full moon that night.
Rach
P.S. I sorta have a crush on you from the muggle HP books.
And Sirius's:
Sirius,
I know you are innocent and that it was Pettigrew. You don't know me but I know you from muggle Harry Potter books. I will meet you somehow, I have a feeling I will. And don't worry about Harry not liking you. You will end up in Hogwarts and Remus will help you. Harry will believe you after a while.
Rach
P.S. To bad your not the young Marauder Sirius anymore, I had a crush on him.
I folded them up and walked out of the mirror into a shadow. I slipped through the shadows up to the Owlery. I got a school owl and sent the letters with him. I ran down to the Great Hall and walked in. Students were staring at me as I walked but I only noticed a few. I waved to Harry as I walked past him, and also waved to Hermione and Ginny. I looked over at Draco and smiled. He winked and I winked back. I walked up to Professor Dumbledore and shook his hand. "I am Rach, Headmaster, and I have come to ask you for lessons. I would have gone to your office, but I guessed you weren't there and I have very limited time here." He smiled and said, "Have you any former training?" I shook my head. He pulled out a pouch and gave it to me. He instructed me to floo to Diagon Alley and buy a wand, only a wand, and to report to Professor McGonagall's office tomorrow at 10:00. I smiled and thanked him. I left the Hall and flooed from Remus's office, and bought my wand. Maple and Phoenix Feather, 11 inches, perfect for Defense Against the Dark Arts. I flooed back to Hogwarts and went to the R.O.R. I wished for the mirror to take me back to Erik and it appeared. I went through it, then asked my double for my HP books. I gathered them in my arms, put my new wand in my pocket, and went back to Erik's lair. He was pacing when I got back. "Where were you?? What took you so long?" "Detour in HP world. I'm gonna take lessons during the day. I'll be a witch! MWAHAHA!" I dumped the Hp books on a chair and collapsed. He sorted through the books and put them in order by the numbers on the side. He opened Sorcerer's Stone and began to read. I brought out my wand and tried a few simple spells. First I used "Reparo" on a broken mirror, then "Wingardium Leviosa" on Erik, then finally "Rictumsempra" on Erik again. I put my wand in my pocket and Erik just kept on reading. When he finished the first book it was almost 10:00 at night. We said goodnight and went to our rooms.
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OMG im sorry I had to make Erik cry!! I didn't want to but I had to!!
I am a HP fan to so wee im living out my dream in this phanphic! WEE!!
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