Harry, Ron, and Hermione were ecstatic as they leaped off the Hogwarts Express.

"Can't wait for the new school year to start!" Harry said, glad to be away from his horrible family.

"Hey! I hear we have to take Music this year...I wonder what that will be like!" Hermione explained as she skipped along, "I hope we have a good teacher!"

Later, at the welcoming banquet, the trio saw a new teacher sitting with the familiar ones.

"That must be our music teacher!" Ron said to his friends. The man had on a white mask that covered the right side of his face. His hair was shiny with hair gel and he had a look of rebellion on his face.

"I wonder why he has to wear that mask," Hermione murmured.

"Eh, probably just a fashion trend from wherever he's from I guess..." Harry muttered, uninterested in why the teacher had on a mask.

"Well as long as You-Know-Who's not hiding under there, then I'm good." the three shuddered at the thought of Professor Quirrel, who wore a turban that turned out to be hiding their worst enemy.

The next day, they met their professor for the first time.

"I am Professor Erik!" he announced. His voice was full of authority. It was very loud and booming, as if he had been a singer before teaching at Hogwarts. "I will be teaching you all about music." Harry thought he heard him mutter "The music of the might" under his breath, but he wasn't too sure so he didn't say anything.

The class was uneventful, they learned how to read basic music and sang some songs, nothing special. Erik turned out to be a great teacher. Though he had seemed tough at first, he was very gentle and kind toward everyone as long as they didn't break any rules.

That night, when they walked by his classroom, they heard an organ playing dramatic music while Erik sang. He had a beautiful voice and Harry, Ron, and Hermione couldn't help but press their ears to the door and listen to Erik's song. As he sang, his voice was full of sadness, regret and loneliness.

"In sleep I sang to you, in dreams, I came, my voice had called to you, it spoke your name, and though you turn from me, to glance behind, the phantom of the oepra was there, inside your mind..." On the last note his voice cracked and the three friends heard tears as he went on to a different song.

"Say you'll share with me, one love, one lifetime..." he barely started this song before he burst out into tears once again. "Christine, my Christine," he sobbed, "I loved you and look what you've done to me!"

Harry couldn't bear to hear anymore, so he led his friends away from the classroom.

"Who's Christine?" Hermione wondered out loud.

"I guess we'll have to find out!" Harry declared.