In this story I've taken more or less the plot of the Half blood prince book and rewrote it a bit. It is not my intention to steal or make the marvelous J.K. Rowling's story into something completely different, this is just my version. All credits to J.K. Rowling for making up the books and most of the characters are from the books.
She'd always thought that her life needed some meaning. Not in that presidential kind of meaning, but more significant than watching the ocean come and go. It was never in her destiny, as a sixteen year old girl on the edge of a mountain to be a housemother. Anyways, literally. She lived on the edge of a mountain with her family. They were all pure blood witches and wizards, and she had all reason to remember it every time she was around other people, muggles or not. One thing should be told; even though her family was Norwegian, the pure blood obsession was here too. At least amongst those who supported the darker forces in this world.
"Honey, you are going away for a while." The words of her mother could barely be heard across the room where Christine sat. She turned her head around to look at the thin image of her mother. The room was dark, only lightened by the dim light of the fireplace. The walls were covered in ancient wallpaper that reminded her so much of her childhood with her beloved brothers. Her heart ached by the thought, they'd been away for too long.
"What do you mean, mother?" Her tone was not as you would suspect from a daughter, it was more like a servant answering the mistress of the house. A nervous twitch crossed her face, she had feared that her mother would get tired of her being and send her away.
"Just for a short while, perhaps a few years." Mother talked so easy about it. Christine turned her head and looked piercing at her mother. She was sewing on something, looking so unaffected.
"Are you sending me away? I hope not that we are talking about strangers too!" She rose up so quickly that the chair fell down onto the ground and even startling her own mother. All too many thoughts started to spin in her head; she was only sixteen for Merlin's sake!
"They're not strangers. They are… They are companions and friends of your father's newest friend. He is a very important man, Christine. Do not get stubborn now." The look her mother sent her was enough to make her silent. A strict lady, she would not take no for an answer.
"If you say so, Dear Mother…" Goosebumps of the unpleasant kind crawled down her spine and she picked up her chair and sat down.
"You are such a stubborn child; your father should have sent you away sooner." Her mother folded her arms above her work and turned towards Christine. "At least you will be attending Hogwarts, a proper magic school, dear." A too nice smile almost made Christine sick. She thought about what her mother had said about her father, Varg. Her father was all too fond of her to send her away, she knew that. Silvia, that was the name of her mother, had always preferred her brothers. Christine knew that, it almost saddened her. With a moan she stood up and walked out of the room.
"I will of course do as things are arranged, mother. Of course…" She stroked her long, black hair back and left the room and went upstairs. Everything around her seemed nostalgic, of course. The stairs was lightened by the dim light that seemed to be everywhere in her house, faded colors of green, red, gold and silver were here and there. She went into her room, where things always seemed brighter. At least a bit brighter? With a smile she sat down at her bed and pulled her legs up in the bed. This could be a new start! Though she wondered who this 'new friend', of her father could be. He had to be important. With a sigh she cuddled up and closed her eyes, not even that pretty, pale light could cheer her up right now. Hours passed by without a moment of sleep and she stood up and straightened her clothes. A simple white dress that suited her well, she knew that. Her emerald green eyes, porcelain skin and black hair stood out from the dress, she felt like a doll.
Tired and thoughtful she walked down the stairs. The house was completely dark, not even a star outside brightened. She automatically went to the living room, where she knew her father would be. And he was. He had a tall silhouette with moonlight hair, and a scar that went from his left eye to his sharp nose. With an overjoyed smile she walked quickly to him and felt his strong arms holding her close. He was her safe father, the man that took care of her instead of her mother.
"Dear daughter, you know I hate to send you away." He sighted. Varg, her father, was scary for everyone other than her family. He was known as a slaughter, he did it for the ministry though. She couldn't care less, he took care of her.
"It doesn't matter, father. Maybe this is good for me?" She separated herself from him and smiled bravely. The stone face of her father showed no emotions, but she knew they were there.
"The dark lord is this friend, my dear. You are going to live with some Death Eaters." He sat down in a chair and scratched himself in the back of the head. His long hair moved slightly.
"I kind of thought that it would be something like that, I have no idea why I'm supposed to be in England, but I'm doing it for you." She smiled to him, knowing that he would do nothing that would harm her.
Time had passed by all too fast. She had to say goodbye to everything she held dear in her fair homeland. The way those old trees looked like giant trolls in an enchanted state, how the birds sung with such passion and filled her head with summer, how the ocean roamed freely like wild wolfs. This was where she belonged, but she had to leave. Nobody had told her the reason why she was leaving, but she knew that it was for the 'good of the wizard community'. She shook her head sadly as she walked by her old playgrounds; they were only the nature itself. She and her brothers had fought like wild animals and trained with childish joy here. Oh, how could she leave home? The bags were packed and her room all too cold and without its soul. A low growl escaped her throat as she kept thinking about her the night her mother told her that she was going to be sent away. She did not care! That had been obvious for the last sixteen years, but it was all much clearer now. How could that gorgeous mother of her be such a… Hag! She saw her mother in her mind, a medium tall lady with eyes like emeralds and raven black hair in soft curls that always danced down her back. She had alabaster skin that complemented her whole being. How could something that pretty own such bitterness and disgust? She shook her head slowly as she walked towards their big house. She looked like her mother, only she had much softer features and was curvier than her middle aged mother. She looked up only to see her mother in the upper windows. Her black dress and dark hair was almost invisible, but her eyes and face radiated. Like some sort of an owl she watched her daughter come to the house, no wonder she felt like she lived in prison.
It was weird, in some way she could feel sadness when she entered the front door. It was not her, but someone else. One of her eyebrows rose slightly and she walked further into the house. The first place she went to was the living room, there sat her father and her mother. Though they'd probably been happy together once, they were not too happy in each other's presence now. Especially not now. Her mother had her stone cold expression as she sewed on something that looked like a dress and her father was staring into the fireplace. She instantly knew that the feeling of sadness came from her father. No emotions showed on his face, but she felt it strongly, inside his mind.
"Dear love, come over to us now." The icy cold voice of her father was not as smooth as it usually was, he seemed tired actually. As the dutiful daughter she was she lowered her head a bit and walked to her parents. Carefully she raised her sight to her parents and the only friendly face she saw was her fathers'.
"Please, sit. You must be tired of packing and that long walk of yours." He straightened himself in his chair and she sat down in the chair beside him. Her mother remained completely silent, not willingly to take part of any conversation.
"I just needed to say goodbye to everything." She drew her legs up and rested her chin on her knees. She ignored her mothers' annoyed look.
"There is plenty of nature where you are going. You'll be living in a large mansion with an enormous garden. You will even have a conversation partner on your own age." She knew that he said this to comfort her, though it didn't work too well.
"Conversation partner…" Her mother snorted scornfully, not looking up. Her father merely ignored his bitterly and slightly wicked wife. That woman would one day make him mad, especially because how she treated poor Christine. She was not nearly the mother she should be, not nearly the mother she had been for Tor and Loke. In that way his wife had disappointed him badly. He wanted a better mother for his daughter. Though Silvia was partial right now, the boy was not meant to be a conversation partner. Or… Perhaps in some way. He turned his head towards his daughter, so beautiful and young, yet she was to be thrown into the adult world. He sighted and repeated 'It's for the greater good of the wizard community' inside his head.
"Yes, I know." Christine mumbled and her father raised one eyebrow.
"I would prefer if you didn't read my mind, dear." Christine felt warmth rose in her chins and she looked down. She was not supposed to read other peoples mind like that. That was one of her specialties. She was properly learned in the arts of magic, not just the regular magic also. Mindreading, energy magic and too many of the unforgiveable spells were things she was specially trained in. Her father said that it would secure her future, though it probably made her a bad person. A silent sigh came from her as she watched the flames dance.
"I wish things were like before, dad." Eyes filled with sorrow would not look at him, but rather the flames. She could feel her father reassuring hand rub her back, in the attempt to comfort her.
"Something will never be, my beautiful daughter. I promise that things will be easier. I promise that your brothers will visit you too." He forced himself to believe his own words and ignored the irritated looks of his wife.
"But we will have to leave now, my wonderful one." Her tall father with the dancing moonlight hair rose up and offered her his hand to get up. He breathed deeply in and they both walked outside where her bags were.
"We will use apparition?" She took her bags slowly but stopped when she heard her mother call her name.
"Christine, you will now leave without some fixing!" Christine rolled her eyes, but went inside. She saw that the dress her mother had made was apparently for her and she smiled slightly. It was very pretty, a straight dress with a waist that was showed in a pretty way and half long sleeves. She looked at her mother before she took the dress and changed into it. It fitted perfectly and suddenly her mother was behind her, combing her hair.
"Act perfectly and do not mess things up, stubborn child." The strict voice made her slightly upset, but she went out the door two minutes later and took the hand of her smiling father.
"Now things will be better, my daughter." He kissed her forehead and suddenly the world spanned fast and she felt pressure of the apparition.