A/N: Hey guys!! Sorry about the delay!! Writers block, I am sure you know how I feel!! LOL. Now, I am back and this story's got great potential!! I have awesome ideas for it!!

Thank you Tani, for your support and for being there and helping me!!

Thank you Satine, you such a great friend!! Thanks for everything.

Satine, I dedicate this chapter to you!!

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Christian's eyes burned with tears as his head shed beads of sweat in fury. He gulped down a shot of absinthe as he reflected on his hatred for M. Snape. His garret was pitch. The curtains blew in his face by the diligent wind. The sky was gray and muggy. His type writer lay untouched by his side. He was still in his coat, though it had been nearly an hour since he had left her, this time not in regret.

Softly, someone knocked on his door. Christian ditheringly went to answer the door. His angered face loosened slightly, but still kept it's look. He pulled the door open, forcefully, and did not look at his visitor. Her spitefully murmured "come in" and walked back to his swamp of absinthe.

The small person crept closer to him hesitantly. He seemed a little frightened to approach Christian, as if Christian would bite his head off. The boy looked about ten years old. Christian expected him to lose all bravery and cower away. But, he didn't. The boy still had confidence in himself.

"Sir, excuse me sir. You-er-dropped this," The boy whispered meekly. He held the small black diary that Satine had gave him. The diary shook furiously, from the boys nervous hands, in front of his eyes. Christian's face looked at the boy in surprise. Why had he brought him this? Christian took the diary and nodded "Thank you" to the boy. He stepped back and started to head for the door, but Christian stopped him.

"Boy, what is your name?" Christian asked, not nearly as angry as before. The boy looked at Christian with fearful eyes. He move stealthily back over to Christian.

"T-T-Thomas, sir," He stuttered. Christian smiled amusingly.

"Where did you find this, Thomas?"

"In the mud, Sir,"

"Well, thank you. This diary means a lot to me," Christian replied, obviously in a better mood than he had been in before. Thomas took one happy look at Christian before embracing him in the biggest hug that had ever been received in the whole universe. Christian, dumbstruck, put his arms around the boy. Some kid of connection was bringing them together, bonding them.

"Thomas?" Someone else had entered the room. The voice was out of breath, but was very sweet and soft. It was that of a girl, a girl of the same age. This girl had long, curly, elegant, red curls dangling before her face.

She took one look at Christian and then moved her eyes sternly to look at Thomas. "Thomas, what are you doing? Mother has been calling you for the past five minutes!" She yelled sternly, as if Thomas was three.

"You better go, Thomas," Christian advised.

"Alright," Thomas reluctantly let go and following the girl out of the door. Christian was a little disappointed to see him go, he had always loved kids.

Thomas stalked down the hallway. His sister jogged to keep up.

"Thomas, who was that?" She asked curiously.

"You didn't recognize him, Anne?" Thomas asked, quite cheerfully.

"No, not at all! Why were you hugging him?" She asked disgusted.

"It's him Anne, the man in the picture!" Thomas alleged. Anne stopped dead in her tracks and took a minute to retain all this. The hallway was dim and poorly lit. A miniature man passed her by.

"Hello," He greeted her, taking off her hat, but Anne didn't smile. She had finally found him.

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Christian leafed through the diary once more, a little bit passed the page where Satine had marked it.

February 5 , 1899

I have more news. I am pregnant. The duke doesn't know and must not. I plan on telling Christian tonight, after the opening of the show. Right now, he is mad at me. I told him that I can not leave with him. I want to, but I can't. Harold wants me to stay. I am, also, a little concerned about my health. I have been fainting a lot more lately.

One more thing, the baby, I have figured, is Christian's.

Love Always,

Satine