Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor do I own Phantom of the Opera. I wish I did, though. But sadly, I must confess that the characters belong to J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter series and the music and basic plot for this particular story belongs to Gaston something-or-other. I can't remember his last name right now. And the songs belong to Andrew Lloyd Webber, who wrote the musical Phantom of the Opera.

A/N: I just wanted to say that I am doing this according to the stage play, not the movie. So if you've only seen the movie, or you don't know the music of the play, then I should tell you now that there are a few parts where the songs are a little different than the movie version. And there are some parts that they changed in the movie. Just FYI! Hope you guys like this.

Chapter One: Prologue…

London 1919

Albus Dumbledore walked slowly into the room that had once been the Great Hall. It no longer looked so great, and they all seemed to be thinking it. The entire castle had fallen into disarray. Hogwarts no longer stood proud and tall. It no longer housed curious students who were eager to learn how to control their magic. It had all died out some years ago, after all that had happened. And as he entered the room which had housed so many great meals, and one memorable masquerade ball, he became overwhelmed with memories. Most of them were memories of her.

He walked feebly into the room and was not noticed at first, except by one woman, who recognized him immediately. She did not dare say anything, though. When their eyes met, they smiled somewhat sadly at each other, and they both seemed to know. She knew he was Albus Dumbledore, previous headmaster of Hogwarts, and he knew that she was Poppy Pomfrey, the girl who had been studying medicine when it happened. And, she was also Minerva's best friend.

They looked at the front, where the head table used to be. Instead, there was simply a man. He was rather short, had brown hair, and a thick mustache. To his left, there was another man, showing off the portrait of the Fat Lady, who was weeping rather uncontrollably. The first man spoke.

"Showing here, ladies and gentlemen, is lot 663, the portrait of the Fat Lady, who once guarded the Gryffindor tower. Might I start at ten pounds? Five, then. Five I am bid. Six, seven. Against you, sir, seven. Eight. Eight once. Selling twice. Sold, to you, sir, in the black cloak." Albus turned to see another man, smiling widely as he took his prize and paid the porter what he owed.

Such as went on for lot 664 as well, which had been some charts found in the Astronomy tower, remarkably unharmed by the fire. Then, the next item came.

"Lot 665, ladies and gentlemen: a papier-mâché musical box, in the shape of a penseive. Attached, the figure of a wizard in Persian robes looking into it. This item, discovered in the dungeons of the school, still in working order." The porter to his left held up the said item.

"Showing here," he called to everyone. The music began to play as the small figure moved its head from left to right and its hands slowly over the penseive. The auctioneer continued.

"May I start at twenty pounds? Fifteen, then? Fifteen I am bid from this gentleman over here." This is where Albus jumped in. "Twenty from you, sir." Poppy raised her hand slightly. "Twenty-five, from you Madam Pomfrey. And yes, thirty from you once again, Professor. Do I hear thirty-five?" The auctioneer looked at Madam Pomfrey, who only smiled and shook her head no. "Very well. Thirty once, twice, SOLD!" He hit his gavel on the wood in front of him. "Sold for thirty pounds, to Professor Albus Dumbledore, previous Headmaster. Thank you, sir." The porter handed the figure to him and took the money. Suddenly, Albus was lost in his own thoughts.

'Yes, yes. This is, indeed, a collector's piece. Wow. This is indeed as Minerva had described it to me, right down to the fake liquid in the penseive to the wand in the wizard's hand. I wonder? Will it still play much longer?' His thoughts were interrupted when the auctioneer began his talking again.

"Lot 666 then: a chandelier in pieces. Some of you might recall the strange affair of the Phantom of Hogwarts, a mystery never fully explained." Albus and Poppy Pomfrey smiled. They knew what had happened. "We are told, ladies and gentlemen, that this is indeed the very chandelier which figures in the famous disaster. Our workshops have restored it, and fitted up parts of it with wiring for the new electric light, so that we may get a hint of what it may look like when re-assembled. It will work even in places of magic, such as another wizard school. Perhaps we may frighten away the ghosts of so many years ago with a little illumination. Gentlemen!"

Two wizards, who had been waiting nearby, pulled out their wands and levitated the chandelier upwards. When it reached the ceiling, they called out a spell and the lights turned on. Light was cast all around the room, casting out shadows. The dust and the decay of years gone by were now ten times as clear to all that were present.

Albus sighed as he saw the chandelier pulled up. This brought back so many memories. So many memories indeed…

To Be Continued…

A/N2: Wow that might not have been the way I saw it turn out originally, but there it is. I hope you all liked that prologue. Drop me a line, tell me what you think. Always Hopeful