Author's Notes: I've been a HUGE phan of POTO for years. I've never seen the actual production live nor I have read the book. However, I own one of the original soundtracks and watched the 2004 movie and fell in love with the musical even more. This phic is based off the movie. The title comes from a song titled: "You Raise Me Up" by one of my favorite singers: Josh Groban. I wanted to put the song somewhere in the phic but because of the new rule, I can't. (You know, the whole, we authors can't copy/paste lyrics into our fics because the songs don't belong to one of us? Anyone else ticked about this?) Anyway: This phic starts where the movie left off and the pairings are: Meg/Erik(the phantom) and Chrisitine and Raoul. This is my first POTO phic. I hope it turns out okay because it's still a work in progress and updates will be made ASAP. Please read, review, and enjoy!

Beta by: No one. Warning: I can't spell to save my life! Please bare with me!

You Raise Me Up:

By: LOSTrocker

Prologue: Pitiful Creature Of Darkness:

Meg kept the torch she carried at eye level her face. She felt the warmth of the flames as she dashed through the under ground catacombs of Opera Populaire. She, along with the other cast members, were after the Phantom. The evil monster who brainwashed her dear friend, Christine, and killed a few men who worked for the opera house. The Phantom's reign of terror would end tonight.

It wasn't long until Meg reached her desitation. She had found the Phantom's home. She had guessed at one point that it had been a beautiful place. Now, it lay in wreckage. Candles were turned over, an organ was torn to pieces, and mirrors were broken.

Meg felt the glass from the mirrors crack under her feet as she made her way around the musical shrine. She ignored the fallen scenerary and continued on the task at hand. She had to find the Phantom. The problem was, the Phantom was no where to be seen.

The younger Giry was about to turn back but a drawn curtain caught her eye. It was attached to one of the broken mirrors. Meg took a breath before she drew back the curtain. She peered through and could see that a tunnel lay before her. She walked through and closed the curtain behind her.

Meg stopped when she heard the soft sound of someone singing along to a music box. The voice of the singer belonged to a man. She knew that it was the Phantom. She raced onward until she came across a small room. It was here where the Phantom dwelled. This would be the first and last time she would see the monster that haunted the Opera House. She slowly withdrew a dagger that hung on her belt...

The Phantom stopped singing when he felt the presence of another. He turned to hope to see his beloved Christine, but no, it was not her. Instead, it was Madame Giry's daughter. He was sure of it. Meg had the same grace and beauty of her mother. However, she was not in a beautiful custome. Instead, she was dressed in a hunter's uniform. When the Phantom saw the dagger in her hand, she knew why she had come.

Meg couldn't help but gasp when the Phantom turned to her. He was indeed a horrid man. Half of the Phantom's face was disfigured and his clothes were drenched of his latest victim's blood. Meg could see why Christine was so frightened of him.

"If you wish to kill me, then do so quickly. The music is over, and it time to take my bow. I have no reason to live in this place anymore."

Meg watched as the Phantom got up from his seat. He stood before her, closed his eyes, and bowed his head. Meg held the dagger in the air, and was about to pierce it into his flesh. Instead, through it to the ground.

Slowly, Meg brought her hand to the Phantom's face and gentally pulled his face upwards so he could look at her. She could see tears form in his eyes. Meg could feel tears forming in her eyes as well. They had all been mistaken. This was no monster. The beast that was before her was simply a man beaten by the cruelness of this cold world.

The Phantom felt Meg's warm palm against his cold flesh. As he stared back at her, he could see the tears escape from her eyes. These were tears of pity, but they were better then tears of hate, that Christine had shown him.

Meg pulled her hand away from him when she heard the footsteps of the other hunters drawing closer to them. "Come, we must make haste! If we do not, the others will kill you."

The younger Giry reached for the Phantom's hand, but he took a step back. "Then let them. As I have told you, I have no reason to live anymore..."

"Yes, you do!" Meg cried out.

"No, I do not!" spat the Phantom. "I have committed crimes beyound forgivness, and I wish to pay for them!"

"We have no right to judge you." Meg told him. "I can see in your eyes that you have learned you lesson. Please," she pleaded. "One who has such a beautiful voice can not be all bad."

"Please..." Meg continued on, and reached out her hand a second time.

The Phantom looked at her. He did not know what to do. He knew nothing more then this opera house, and Christine. Could he go on living without them? He searched Meg's eyes. He saw nothing but love and compassion. Two things that he yearned for most in this world. Could she been the one to show them to him?

"The Phantom of the Opera is here!"

The Phantom heard the voices of the other hunters echo through out the walls of the catacombs. He looked at Meg's hand and finally took it. Meg smiled at him and they ran from the Opera House. They had escaped just in time...

Madame Giry lead the way as the other hunters followed in behind. She told them to search the area. Like her daughter, she too found the drawn curtain. She went in and found the small room. The only things she found was the music box and a small dagger that lay on the ground. She picked it up. She knew who it belonged to.

"Meg..." Madame Giry couldn't help but smile. Her daughter had helped the Phantom escape. Meg had done the same thing that she had done all those years ago.

"Excuse me, Madame,"

Madame Giry's thoughts were inturrupted when a guard came up to her. "Yes, what is it?"

"The Phantom, he is gone. What should we do now?"

"Call off the search. We do not have to worry about the Opera Ghost anymore."

"Are you sure?" the guard.

"Do it!" Giry ordered.

The guard nodded and went to do as told. She soon went to join him. Madame Giry just hoped that her daughter and the Phantom were all right...

Outside the Opera House, Meg had managed to keep her and the Phantom out of sight. She had found a sewer lid not too far from the house. Meg tried to open it but she couldn't do it alone. The Phantom noticed this, and helped her. The lid was removed. Meg didn't have to tell him what to do, the Phantom made his way down.

"You can hide here until it's safe Phantom." Meg told him.

The Phantom couldn't help but laugh a little. "The Phantom" was simply a title that the workers of the Opera House had gave him. No one took the time to ask what his name was. He would give it to the one who rescued him.

"Erik."

"Pardon?"

"Erik. My name is Erik."

"I will come for you when it is much safer, Erik." Meg couldn't help but notice how funny his name sounded when it rolled off her tounge. She had grown up with dark tales of the Opera Ghost but she never thought that the monster had a name. She would never forget it.

Before he was completely down the pipe, Erik had something to say to Meg: "Thank you."

"You welcome. Now, go. Quickly." Meg urged him. It wasn't long until Erik was out of sight.

Meg had some trouble getting the lid back on, but it was soon back in it's place. Once that was taken care of, she dashed back to the Opera House. She wasn't surprised to see utter choas before her. Everyone wondered where the Phantom had gone. She couldn't help but smile to herself. She knew where Erik was, but she would never tell anybody. Not even her own mother. This was her secret. However, she would learn that secrets have a way of catching up with you in the end.

TBC...

Author's Notes: So, what do you think? I think it turned out well for a first chapter. More to come soon. Please tell me what you think!