A/N: Now the story is starting to develop a little more. The plot is thickening so enjoy!
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Christian sat on the bench for a little while longer. His face, that was quite handsome long ago, was now growing unwanted facial hair and was tear streaked. He gripped the letter tight in his palm and grimaced at the remembrance of their last night. As Christian had held her in his arms and whispered That way I'll always be with you…The wind around Christian nipped his nose with cold. He buried himself in his coat a little more and solemnly gazed at the people around him. A few appeared to be cancan dancers from the Old Moulin, as Satine would most often call it.
A rather warm, rather large, hand clamped on Christian's shoulder. Christian shuddered and slowly turned in his seat. His eyes then met sunken ones that starred at him dead on. The man wore a black shroud with matching trousers. His hair made him appear as if he had just then taken a bath in a tub of slimy black grease. His mouth was stern and showed no emotion. Christian breathed heavily upon his frightened thoughts. He wanted to ask the man what he wanted of him but his conscience warned him not to.
The man broke the dead silence around them.
"Are you Christian James?" The mysterious man asked, his voice deep and heart stopping. Christian began to panic slightly. What is he was a comrade of the Duke? He rather not answer but the man's hand was holding him down with a rather extraordinary force.
"Ye….Ye…um, yes, yes. I am Christian James," He replied, his voice in a higher pitch than normal.
"I have been looking for you. Come with me, please." The man stood back and let go of Christian, allowing him to move. Slowly, Christian stood up. He cautiously moved forward, slowly enough for the man to get ahead of him. He followed him all the way to The old run down Moulin Rouge. It's windows boarded up and it's doors faded. The man beckoned for him to keep walking. Christian proceeded and they both entered through the giant doors.
They kept walking straight back into the great halls. They reached a room and entered. The man sat down on a rusty chair and began to speak.
"Christian, my name is Severus Snape. I am a professor at a school called Hogwarts," Christian wondered what this had anything to do with. The man opened his mouth to speak again but paused when he noticed the box in Christian's arms. "May I, uh, have a look?" Christian nodded and handed him he box. Severus took out one letter and began to read out loud.
"Dear Christian,
I love the red roses you had sent to my room. People have suspected it's from someone special to my heart and in reply, I simply say It was. No one has thought of it to be you, they most think it's Toulouse. How silly does that sound? Well, to me it sounds like a riot. I mean Toulouse is a very nice and handsome man and as a friend I love him with all my heart but Toulouse and me? No, it just simply wouldn't do. It's you I love, my love, my sweet, my ecstasy, my everything.
Tonight I am coming to see you. 8:00, remember? Harold wishes me not to but I feel nothing can keep me away from you. I love you, with all my heart and it's long desire. One day, it will only be you and me. Just you and me, home, with lots and lots of kids. You understand? Just you and me. No Duke, no Harold, no unconscious Argentineans. Just you and me. I long for that feeling and that day for us to finally be open together. I shall see you tonight.
Ever most Love,
Satine
"So it was you!?!"