Harry belongs to J.K. Rowling. -she lets me play with him (teehee)

The story idea belongs to (thoughtswopurpose)check her video out on Utube.

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Harry Potter and the Tale of the Moulin Rouge

Paris 1900

Christian sobbed as he held the still warm body of his beloved, Satine. The courtesan who's life had fallen short of happiness.

The Duke stood in frozen horror as the gun fell from his hand, clattering to the well-worn floor. She had been a beautiful flower in bloom and yet she'd been cut down by the very man who claimed to love her.

The Duke did not protest as he was led away, even a man of influence could not get away with murder in an audience of his peers.

Christian did not let anybody touch her, here in death she was all his. No other hands would ever touch his Satine.

He walked down the aisle staring straight ahead, ignoring the sympathetic rumblings. He carried her to his room, where he lay beside her, wishing for the death that would not take him.

The blood on her bodice had long since dried. A splash of garish color next to her cool skin. Christian finally let her be buried the next day, he let them in and watched as she was prepared for her last public performance.

The Moulin Rouge stood still, its windmill silent and still in the cold Paris air. As Christian stood at the window looking down on the procession of mourners, he knew her story must be told. No ill-crossed lovers would suffer their fate.

The Duke's infamous role would be exposed and he would make sure no tale of illness would cover her death. He would avenge her and let it be known, the Duke had fired that hateful bullet which stole his beloved.

"The woman I love, Satine is...Dead."

The beginning...