Harry of the Opera and the Musical Stone.
(I DO NOT OWN Harry Potter or The Phantom of the Opera.) (I DO NOT OWN Narnia either.)
Chapter 5, Allegretto, The mask, The Wardrobe and The Singing.
The duet continued and the crescendo turned into inhuman vocalising from Hermione with the figure saying 'Sing for me, my angel.' Eventually the singing stopped and the boat reached the other side of the lake. The figure stepped out of the boat and helped Hermione onto the land.
Hermione was still too dazed to do anything but follow the masked figure. On the land or island was an organ, lots of sheet music strewn around it and lots of candles everywhere.
Then the figure started to sing, a beautiful, dark solo, 'I have brought you, to the seat of sweet music's thrown. To a place where all must pay homage to music, music.' 'You have come here for one purpose and one alone. Since the moment I first heard you sing, I have needed you with me to serve me, me to sing, for my music, my music.' 'Night time sharpens, heightens each sensation. Darkness wakes and stirs imagination. Silently the senses, abandon their defences.' (Small Instrumental Interlude.)
He gazed deep into her eyes and began to move among the candles singing once more. 'Slowly, gently. Night unfurls its splendour, grasp it sense it, tremulous and tender. Turn your face away, (He slowly reaches out and gently turns Hermione's head to face him.) from the garish light of day. Turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light and listen to, the music of the night.' He climbed up some steps to a platform looking down on Hermione when the music reached a crescendo and his singing went with it. 'Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams. Purge your thoughts of the life you knew before! Close your eyes let your spirit start to soar!' Hermione closed her eyes and with that last wonderful high pitched note she felt her soul fill with pleasure and her spirit did indeed soar. She opened her eyes a look of dazed joy on her face as he continued, 'and you'll live, as you've never, lived, before.'
Meanwhile, back at the ranch or should I say the dark place with a large oak wardrobe where Ron and Neville now found themselves as they continued to search for Harry and Hermione. 'A wardrobe, should we open it?' asked Neville nervously. 'Well, Hermione and Harry might be in there, so', and with that he opened the door of the wardrobe.
The wardrobe was full of shabby, fur lined coats and yet somehow there was a cold breeze coming from it. They jumped when they heard a voice coming from the wardrobe 'Lucy? Is that you?' 'No', Ron replied, 'I'm Ron and I'm here with my friend Neville, our friends went missing a very smart girl with long brown hair and a guy with glasses and a mask, have you seen them?' The voice replied 'Are they human?' Ron replied 'Yes,' 'No, sorry only us fauns, and the other Narnians here I'm afraid. I hope you find them.' The voice called back to them. 'Ok thanks anyway, bye', said Neville and closed the door of the wardrobe. 'That was strange.' Neville said and Ron nodded in agreement. 'Well let's keep looking we have to find them.' Ron told Neville and off they went again to try and find their missing friends.
The masked figure was still singing taking Hermione around the place holding her hand. 'Softly, deftly music shall caress you, hear it, feel it, secretly possess you. Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind. In this darkness that you know, you cannot fight, the darkness of the music of the night.'
He let go of her hand and circled her as the music reached yet another crescendo. 'Let your mind take a journey through a strange new world. Leave all thoughts of the life you knew before. Let your soul take you where you long to be!' 'Only then, can you, belong to me.'
He put his arms around her and sang, 'floating, falling, sweet intoxication, touch me, trust me savour each sensation. Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in to the power of the music that I write the power of the music of the night!' 'You alone can make my song take flight. Help me make, the music of… the, night!'
He picked Hermione up and carried her to a small round bed filled with pillows and when she fainted he laid her down, gently into it. Then he pulled on a rope which hung from the ceiling of the cave they were in and down came velvet curtains which enclosed the sleeping Hermione.