Author's note: Hi, this is my first Fanfic, so please be kind :). Also I don't own the story The Phantom of the Opera, or any of the characters. But all the original characters are mine.

Chapter 1: A Trip Down Memory Lane.

I walked the halls of the world renowned Opera Populaire in awe. Had it really been ten years since I last experienced the wonder of the opera house? The opera house was re-built four years after the fire. My family and I would go see an opera every so often. Even though I had only been there a couple times it is my favorite place in the entire world. The last time I was here my parents took my brother and I to see "Hannibal" for my seventh birthday.

"Philippe? Angel? Where are you?"

Christine the Vicomtesse de Chagny shouted amongst the crowds of patrons, noblemen, and their wives that filled the crowded lobby. She had just finished watching "Hannibal" with her family, for her daughter's birthday. After the performance, she had meaningless small talk with the wives of Raoul's friends. When she finally got away from them, she realized her children weren't anywhere in the lobby. She searched around the area, but she still couldn't find them. She started to get worried and then she found Raoul talking with the other patrons.

"I say, that girl who played Elissa was quite good." said one of Raoul's friends.

"And very beautiful too." another added.

"She was good, but no one could ever compare to the lovely voice of my beautiful wife." Raoul said ever so proud, while motioning to Christine to come join the conversation.

"Oh really, I wasn't that good." Christine replied.

"Oh yes, now I remember. You sang Elissa at the gala in 1881. I have to say you have the best voice I have ever heard. If it wouldn't be too much to ask, would you sing Elissa's aria for us?"

An excited murmur rose amongst the other patrons, agreeing on wanting Christine to didn't want to sing though, well at least not in this opera house after what happened.

"I am sorry monsieur, but I haven't sung in years. I don't think that I would sound so great. Now if you will excuse me, I would like to talk with my husband in private." she said as she pulled Raoul out of the lobby. She took him to a empty hallway outside of the lobby, so no one could hear them.

"What is it that is bothering you, my darling?" Raoul asked.

"Raoul, have you seen our children anywhere?"

"No, I thought you had them."

This confirmed Christine's worries, for sure. She began thinking about what could have happened to them. 'What if they got lost? What if they were hurt? What if…' She stopped herself mid-sentence and said her thought out loud.

"What if He has them?"Christine said nervously.

"Darling" Raoul stared. "He is long gone. He can no longer hurt us or our family. As for the children they are probably playing around in the theater."

"I just don't know! What if he survived all these years? What if he still haunting the opera house? What if he…"

"Christine!" Raoul shouted. "Everything is going to be all right. Don't worry about that anymore. It is all in the past now."

"Maybe you're right" Christine said quietly, but she still wasn't so sure.

Raoul took Christine by the hand and started to lead her back to the lobby. "Now, the children could be anywhere in the opera house. Let's find them before they damage anything, or worse bring down the chandelier." Raoul joked.

Christine stopped walking and glared at Raoul.

"I was joking!" Raoul said defensively.

A little boy about the age of eleven ran about the theater. He ran up to the stairs and went up a flight. At the top of that flight he turned around to see his little sister stop at the foot of the stairs. He said to her "You are so slow!"

"Hey! It is not my fault! My dress is slowing me down." she replied.

"It is not that bad."

"Then you try running in one of these."

"No, thank you. Now, try and catch me!" and with that the boy turned around to go up another flight of stairs.

The little girl picked up the hem of her pink dress to run up the stairs as fast as she could. Her brown curls bounced as she stumbled up the stairs. She was losing him quickly, and she couldn't run any faster in the dress and petticoat. She yelled "Wait for me, Philippe!" At last she ran up both flights of stairs, but her brother mysteriously disappeared.

Now she was quite scared that her brother might have left her. She shouted "Philippe! Where did you go?"

"I'm in box five, Angel." Philippe replied.

Angel found her way up to box five and she couldn't believe what she saw. In the box there were two red velvet and gold thrones. One of the thrones was bigger than the other. As Angel walked the edge of the box, she was greeted by the most amazing view. She could see everything from there, including a perfect view of the stage.

"It's a beautiful sight, isn't it?" Philippe asked his little sister who was obliviously awestruck by sight in front of her.

"It is. I wonder who sat here. Philippe did you see who sat here tonight?" Angel asked.

"I don't know, but whoever it was left this."

He took his hand out from behind his back to reveal a blood red rose, with no thorns, and a black ribbon tied around the stem. They both stared at it for awhile, wondering who left the rose. Then Philippe turned to Angel to give her the rose and said "Happy Birthday Angel."

"Where have you two been? We have been worried sick!" Christine yelled after finally finding her children after a half an hour of searching for them.

At first both of the children were silent. Both were too afraid to say anything. They stayed like this for a couple of seconds, until Philippe finally spoke up.

"I am sorry mother, but Angel and I were playing and we lost track of time." He said with guilt in his voice.

Raoul turned to his children "I don't want you two to go off like that without our permission. Do you know how much worry and stress you have put on your mother and me?"

Philippe and Angel looked at each other and said "Were sorry."

Christine stared at her children. She saw their heads hanging low and their hands held together. In Angel's hand Christine noticed something was in it.

"Angel?" Christine asked.

"Yes, maman?" Angel replied.

"What do you have in your hand?"

Angel showed her mother the rose. "Do you like it? Philippe gave it to me as a present! He found in box five."

As soon as she saw the rose she knew who it was from. Her usual calm and collected face was replaced with one of extreme fear and horror. She stared at the rose as if it would hurt her. Then she said "He's here."

Raoul went over to Christine to comfort her. "Everything is going to be alright." he said in a soothing voice.

"Papa, what is going on?" a very confused Angel asked.

"We are leaving now." Raoul said in a stern voice as he started to walk with Christine to the exit. Philippe and Angel followed close behind them trying to keep up. They rushed through several different hallways and corridors until they got to the front entrance. All four burst through the front door to be greeted by falling snow and the cold February air. The carriage was brought around and Raoul, Christine, and Philippe started to get in. Angel, however was still standing on the front steps looking at the opera house. She looked at the roof and saw someone down looking at her. She tried to get a closer look, but then Raoul grabbed her by the wrist. This made her drop the red rose in the snow. Raoul dragged her into the carriage and they started their long journey home. Angel turned around from her seat in the carriage to see something move on the roof of the opera house, and that was her last glimpse of the opera house for the next ten years on her life.

Even now I don't know why we left so fast and never returned until now. When I would ask them about it or their past they would always change the subject. Why won't they talk to me about their past and why do they want to keep me from the opera house?

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