All I ask of you.
It had been almost two months since Hermione was taken to His lair in her mist-filled trance. She awoke in her own room feeling a sense of Déjà vu whenever she walked past a mirror or heard the voice in her sleep. In that time, her 'lessons' stopped and she began a relationship with her longtime friend Ronald Weasley. She was happy, he was wonderful, but she felt as if something was missing. Little did she know, He would soon make himself known…
**************Jump to post opera performance***********
She was scared; a man had died because Lavender Brown, the Prima Donna of the Opera house had tried to take her place. She and Ron fled to the tops of the opera house trying to escape the menacing man in the mask.
Ron: Why have you brought me here?
Hermione: We can't go back there.
Ron: We must return.
Hermione: He'll kill you. His eyes will find us there, those eyes that burn.
Ron: My dear please don't say that, don't even think it. Forget this waking nightmare.
Hermione: If he has to kill a thousand men, the Phantom of the Opera will kill, and kill again.
They continue their tread up stairs and through hallways to find sanctuary. Ron believes this is all a sick joke and tries to calm her down.
Ron: There is no Phantom of the Opera!
She continues her song.
Hermione: My God, who is this man, who hunts to kill? I can't escape from him, I never will. And in this labyrinth, where night is blind, the Phantom of the Opera is here, inside my mind.
She stops dead in her tracks, this man made her voice soar higher than she had ever heard before. She loved him for that. He made her live, in those stolen moments below, she has lives as she never lived before.
Ron, having had enough of ghosts and voices, swept her into his arms and kissed his bride to be. He would set her straight, comfort her in times of darkness, be there for her in life and death. After their passionate kiss, she had calmed down enough to think clearly. She would stay. Her career depended on it. After all, she would be wed to him soon. The voices would go away and she would be free. They made their way to the stairs leading back down, unawares of who was hiding amongst the statues.
I gave you my music, made your song take wing.
And now, how you've repaid me, denied me and betrayed me.
He was bound to love you, when he heard you sing. *Hermione*
His tears flow freely now. He cannot lose her, he will not.
Ron and Hermione: (in the distance)
Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime.
Say the word and I will follow you.
Share each day with me each night, each morning…
As he hears them sing, the rose he held in his hands begins with wither and crumple up by his own touch. If he cannot have her, no man will. He runs to the edge of the roof, leaps onto a statue and screams, his silky baritone voice carrying through the night sky…
You will curse the day you did not do, all that the Phantom asked of you!
His voice rings out with emotion so powerful; Voldemort himself would turn in his grave. 'She belongs to me, my angel of music.' He hears the overture of his mind take over as he stares out into the night, snow falling heavily before him.