Notes: Christie is my favorite DOA character and there simply aren't enough stories out there about her. I especially love the new look she's getting for DOA 5! -Dances a jig- Hopefully, someone out there will get hooked on the game and start writing some Bayman x Christie stories, as they are my OTP for this section.
Warnings: Story is Christie and Harry centric, sometimes focusing on one more than the other. Slash, Fem-Slash, Threesomes, Bayman x Christie, Helena x Christie, Harry in said threesome relationship with not saying, GoodButNotPerfect!Dumbles, lack of character bashing
About the Author('s feelings on the characters DOA): Yeah, I don't really like the other characters of DOA, mainly because they get way too much attention, but you will see them eventually pop up. If you're hoping for a Kasumi sighting, however...Ha...keep dreaming; I absolutely loathe her. Don't get me wrong, she's cute and nice and all, but I can't stand the sight of her. Tecmo made me hate her, seriously. Too much of a good thing and all that.
If it weren't for the money, Christie knew she would have balked.
Solitary was a word that definitely described the assassin who had taken great pride in hiding away from the world. Christie had no choice, after all, considering her career, but she reveled in the solitude. All she had for company was Sugar, her pet panther and only friend, the only one who would never betray her trust. Thus, she had been surprised to find Sugar eating an owl one day, especially as she was on her Yacht in the middle of the ocean. It took her a long while to remember just who used owls and why they'd send one to her.
Thus, she'd had to find the letter that the dead owl had thankfully dropped before meeting its end, only for a pounding headache to come on at once. Calfskin parchment, black ink, a begging plea for forgiveness; her family had found her. For a long time, Christie had refused to respond, letting the next owls meet their demise at Sugar's jaws, until one letter caught her attention and made her teeth clench. It was from her older sister, who expressed disappointment at her career choice (they knew!) and who pleaded at her to visit them so they could talk.
Unfortunately for Christie, her family also knew her well enough to know that to get her to visit would mean paying. Unfortunately for them, she wasn't a cheap price, especially when she had to give up everything just to visit. Her cars, her boats, her televisions, her missions, et cetera. Now that her family knew that she was an assassin, she really had no excuse to not visit; the pay certainly wasn't the real reason she'd changed her mind. Regardless of which, she still took a minute to refresh her magical studies, especially her Occlumency; she had to order a book to refresh her memory.
Magic indeed.
Despite denying their existence as they did hers, Christie came from a long line of witches and wizards. For years they'd been content to allow her freedom, now they missed her terribly? Keeping tabs on her even? Of course they wanted her back, now that she was a successful person; not that she cared what they thought. She despised magic users, despised them so much that she'd even forsaken her family visit to instead go to her cousin, who bid three dollars higher than her mother.
But other people didn't matter, because most other people weren't near Squibs readying themselves to go back to everything that hated them.
Christie sighed and sipped her V8. On the plane to England, all sorts of past grievances had flown through her mind as she recalled her childhood. She remembered how inept she was at magic, bumbling behind her ashamed and Pure-blooded family who talked slowly to her as though she were an idiot. Then there was her letter to Hogwarts, which everyone had thought was a fluke, and it had taken a personal meeting with the headmaster before her mother had even taken her to Diagon Alley. Even then, the little pride she had felt had died when she'd gotten her wand.
"Birch Wood, thirteen inches, Eagle Owl feathered core," the wand seller had paused, a pitying look coming to his face. "Not one of our, er, strongest wands…" The shame on her mother's face, the blank look of disappointment on her father's, the pity of her sister; Christie had broken the wand then and there, then stormed out of the store, vowing to become a person that she could take pride in. Vowing to be better than her magical family, to be better without magic.
Her mother, of course, had tried to force her to go to Hogwarts, but Christie had runaway the moment she'd gotten to Hogsmeade. She couldn't take the shame of going to a school with such strong children, her sister as well, and getting laughed at behind her back. It wasn't until a week had passed did anyone even realize that she was serious, which did nothing to help her self-esteem. From then on, the white haired, magically weak witch had stopped believing in things like love and family. Her mother had even caved and finally, reluctantly, grudgingly put her to Muggle, normal school.
"Not like I gave her much of a choice," Christie growled, squeezing her empty V8 and carelessly tossing it. Her family had only proved that they didn't care for her daily as they ignored her entirely, not bothering to ask how she was doing, often forgetting her birthday, even whispering about some guy they called You-Know-Who who had been terrorizing the world then. At the age of fifteen, after the killing had calmed down considerably in the magical world, knowing enough about the normal world and with a low income job, Christie had runaway for the last time, her family not even bothering to look for the disgrace again.
Of course, a girl with no background, a low level education, and rather snotty and pretty wasn't going to blend in with the underground world. The first few years of life had been hell, but she'd learned. Oh, how she had learned; and the assassin that had taught her was still the only person she felt had ever truly loved her.
"Taxi!" Christie waved her hand, seeing a yellow cab slowly rounding the airport. Memories swimming darkly through her head, she entered the cab and told the driver her location, regally sitting in her seat. Though she didn't want to, she had promised her cousin they'd meet at the Leaky Cauldron. Her cousin that didn't know about her family also paying her, her cousin that didn't know she went three dollars higher, and who didn't know that Christie had accepted both of their money and only intended to meet with one person. With a sigh, she let herself droop, her constant headache returning.
"This…will be a long visit."