Disclaimer: (Thought I should write one again) Still don't own Moulin Rouge, as much as I'd like it to belong to me and as much as I say it does, it's not.

A/N: Ha!! Thrown off by Snape huh?? Thanks Satine for the idea!! Thanks Tinker Bell for pointing out some mistakes in a my last chapter!!

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A piece of astray red hair licked her cheek as she ran towards her old home.

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Snape consumed Christian's panicked face. The letter in his hand, he sauntered towards Christian, his face, a look of pure evil and hatred. Christian, breath growing ever more shallow, staggered backward and into a wall. With an inch between them, Snape snickered.

"So, you're the boy she had "replaced" me with, are you?" Snape's hot breath tickled Christian's nose but he refused to come out of his fear.

"I, uh, have n-no idea w-what you're talking about, S-Severus…"Christian trailed off, unfixed eyes open wide. Snape grabbed Christian by the collar, putting thoughts into Christian's head about Snape hitting him. Snape opened his mouth to speak but a soft voice requesting, between huffs, for him to stop.

"Severus!"

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The past few moments had been a blur in Christian's head. One moment he had been in the clutches of evil and the next, somewhere slightly familiar to him. The red room.

A hand clasped into his and as he came to his senses, it was a women. A women with flashing blue eyes and shimmering red hair, Satine. A smile spread wide across her face. All of Christian's senses slowly perked him up. He was exactly were he needed to be.

"How are you feeling now?" Her voice flowed like a brook through his head. He slowly turned to her and realized that the world was gone around him and that nothing, no one was there, except Satine. Tears burned up into his eyes, he took her up in a warm hug and refused to let her go this time.

"It's alright now, Satine! I am alright!" he cried into her bare shoulder. Satine's heart broke, she pulled his head back and looked into those young, boyish, brown eyes of his.

"Yes Christian, it's-it's alright now…"Satine hadn't wished to lie and she hadn't wished to be brought back up in this situation.

"Satine! What is he STILL doing here!" a voice roared behind her.

"I'm sorry, Severus. He-I was just about to dismiss him, honest," Satine let go of Christian and turned to the sinister figure lurking behind the red sofa she was on.

"Right, boy, you heard. GET OUT!" Severus hollered, hissing with anger. Christian, to hurt and to afraid to go against Snape's request, got up to leave, all the while, avoiding Snape's glare. Satine pulled Christian back.

"Wait! No, please, Wait!" Severus glared at Satine painfully at her words. "Please, Severus, I must show him," Satine returned his hurt look and in response, Severus nodded back. She hurried off the couch and pulled out a red box from beneath the nightstand. From it, she pulled a small book. She handed it to Christian, who in return, took one look and snatched it out of her hands. Severus pulled Satine closer to him as they watched Christian walk through the door and away from his love's life, a third time.

He opened to the middle, where Satine had placed a book mark.

January 28, 1899

Today I must tell him, I must tell Christian about my past love for Monsieur Severus Snape. Yes, I know he is in my past but, I have a feeling he might come back for me one day, back for his love. I do not love him any longer, in fact, I don't think I ever truly did. He had always seemed so crude to everyone and had the most horrid of a temper. Why my father thought he would be the one for me, I shall never figure out. Why must Christian know? You may ask, well, he must. He simply must, or I shall never feel free and he might not feel trusted or trust for me.

Just one thing is for sure, if he does come back, I must either flee and leave Christian or fake my death, and that's what it looks like I must do.

Anger and hurt burnt up inside Christian's heart. She had kept something from him, a secret. And, not just any secret, a secret that could destroy their love. Christian, despite his care for her, tossed the diary into the mud, only to be picked up by someone else.