A/N: I am so sorry I haven't written this in a while. It took me forever to locate the script online. But I finally did it and now I am going to update. But before I do, I would like to say THANK YOU to everybody who wrote in. I was so amazed at how many of you actually wrote. I would personally thank you myself but there's like forty – five of you and that's way to much space to take up. I love y'all.

Chapter 2: Act 1 – Paris, 1881

It was the night of the play and the Hogwarts cast were all backstage working hard to get ready for their big performances. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were standing together nervously.

"Are you two as nervous as I am?" Asked Hermione shaking.

"We're probably even more nervous," replied Ron. There was a big silence that followed this.

"How weird is this going to be?" Harry asked breaking the silence at last.

"How weird is what going to be?" Ron and Hermione asked in unison.

"With both Ron and I kissing you Hermione! Don't you think it's odd?" He responded.

Hermione looked fearful now. "Oh my goodness! You're right! I have to kiss both of you. That just frightens me! Especially since we didn't even practice—"

Hermione was silenced by professor Dumbledore, who got up in front of the stage to say his bit about the play.

"I would like everyone to show respect about this play tonight which means a lot to the cast and director of this play. So I want you to behave!" He said looking at everyone. "This play is filled with love, drama, horror, and many more. With that I leave you to it." And he walked off the stage without in further inquiries.

Then the lights went off and a screen was placed in front of the stage where many of the students guessed would be where they were going to see their classmates. A light magically shone onto the screen itself and it began.

It was in black and white and set in Paris of 1881 where people were dressed in nice dresses and suits. A man of about seventy was being lifted down from a carriage and taken in the Opera House by two men which appeared to be Crabbe and Goyle. The old man however looked like a really old Ron . . .

An older Neville seemed to be auctioning off a collection of antiques, "Sold. Your number, sir? Thank you. Lot 663, then, ladies and gentlemen: a poster for this house's production of 'Hannibal' by Chalumeau."

Porter who was played by Ernie MacMillan held up a sign and said, "showing here."

Neville continued on auctioning off these very expensive antiques, "Do I have ten francs? Five then. Five I am bid. Six, seven. Against you, sir, seven. Eight. Eight once. Selling twice. Sold, to Raoul, Vicomte de Chagny.

"Lot 664: a wooden pistol and three human skulls from the 1831 production of "Robert le Diable" by Meyerbeer. Ten francs for this. Ten, thank you. Ten francs still. Fifteen, thank you, sir Fifteen I am bid. Going at fifteen. Your number, sir?

"665, ladies and gentlemen: a papier-mache musical box, in the shape of a barrel-organ. Attached, the figure of a monkey in Persian robes playing the cymbals. This item, discovered in the vaults of the theatre, still in working order."

Porter held up the music box, "showing here," he replied.

"My I start at twenty francs? Fifteen, then? Fifteen I am bid . . . Sold, for thirty francs to the Vicomte de Chagny. Thank you, sir."

Everything around him became fuzzy and all you could here was the old man who bought the music box. His name was Raoul. He was singing.

"A collector's piece indeed . . . every detail exactly as she said . . .

She often spoke of you, my friend ...

Your velvet lining, and your figurine of lead...

Will you still play, when all the rest of us are dead?"

His attention went back to the auctioneer as he resumed. "Lot 666, then: a chandelier in pieces. Some of you may recall the strange affair of the Phantom of the Opera: a mystery never fully explained. We are told ladies and gentlemen, that this is 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. Perhaps we may frighten away the ghost of so many years ago with a little illumination, gentlemen?"

The Auctioneer switches on the chandelier There is an enormous flash, and the overture begins. During the overture the opera house is restored to its earlier grandeur. The chandelier immense and glittering, rises magically from the stage, finally hovering high above the stalls.

A/N: That's all I'm going to do today. Hopefully when I update next time it won't take as long. I can only hope. Well please review.