HARPER, Christina Sophie

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CHRISTINA SOPHIE HARPER

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TINA - SEVENTEEN - SLYTHERIN - SIFIX - TERESA PALMER[/color][/font]

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[/i]. The name is Christina Sophie Harper, but most people call me Tina. I was born on the 8th of June seventeen years ago to my parents Jonathan and Apolline, who were absolutely thrilled. Actually, no, that’s a lie. My muggle mother was absolutely thrilled, but my father had his hands full rounding up Death Eaters back then, so he would’ve preferred not having children until later. He never really made a secret of not wanting me. Well, he tried, I suppose, but I could tell. I’m not stupid. That’s one of the few things I’ve inherited from my Ravenclaw mother, I suppose. Did I mention her parents are muggles? It’s supposedly not important in this day and age, but my father’s family didn’t agree – which is pretty ironic, since they have a few muggle friends. They just don’t think muggles should have magical children. My father, however, being the good-hearted and irrational former Gryffindor he is, decided he didn’t care and proceeded to marry my muggleborn mother anyway and they’ve been sickeningly cute and in love since then.

Then again, it seems the only way to be in love with your husband is to sleep with someone else. That’s certainly what my mother’s been doing. From what I’ve heard, there was even some discussion regarding whether my father was actually my father. Considering how much I’ve turned out to look like him, though, I don’t think anyone wonders about that anymore. Oddly enough, no one said anything of the sort when my sister was born. I didn’t appreciate how much more everyone seemed to love her, like she was some kind of angel come down to Earth while I was just… there. Maybe it was because no one ever doubted her parentage or maybe it was because things had calmed down in the two years since I was born. Honestly, I didn’t care. I mean, I was two years old, so what do you expect? All I knew was that this little bundle of joy was causing me a lot of grief, so during our early childhood, I made sure she wasn’t spoiled too much by persuading her to do various things that would get her into trouble. Why anyone was surprised to see me sorted into Slytherin later is beyond me.

Anyway, while my beautiful little sister was too busy being adored to be any fun, I usually ran around with the neighborhood boys. My mother had insisted we live in a muggle neighborhood, which I honestly didn’t mind too much. I was constantly reminded to not show them my magic, so of course, I enjoyed every moment when I lost control and showed them how far from normal I really was. I loved seeing them look at me with that mix of fear and adoration in their eyes. Unfortunately, I couldn’t do that anymore once my Hogwarts letter arrived because as you know, I would’ve been expelled, and from the moment I first held my oak wand with a core of unicorn hair, I knew I wouldn’t be happy unless I learned how to control this strange magic thing. My sister later told me she could tell just how far I’d go for control that day, but I didn’t listen to her. She was a nine year old kid, after all, so there wasn’t – and still isn’t – any chance she might know what’s best for me better than I do.

Hogwarts has always failed to live up to my expectations, I’m afraid. Being in a house full of people who could understand me helped, though, and I love my fellow snakes… most of the time. We’re all ambitious and cynical people, so you never know who’s out to use you just to get what they want. I’m like that as well. I knew it would backfire one day because things always do, but I never saw this coming. I was fifteen and had decided I wanted one of the older students, so I had sex with him and that was that. Or it would have been, if I hadn’t gotten myself knocked up. Pregnant at fifteen wasn’t really where anyone had envisioned me ending up, least of all myself, and I didn’t want to keep the child. At all. I figured I wouldn’t want an abortion in case anything went wrong, though, so I went through with it – and then miscarried. Waking up in a pool of blood in the middle of that night is without a doubt my worst memory. I knew I didn’t want that baby, but still, it hurt like crazy.

I hate talking about that. Most people don’t know anything about it. I was four months along, I think, so most people couldn’t see it anyway and I never felt the need to tell them. Things just kind of got worse from there. I’d been a studious person, if rather reckless at times, but after that, I just put aside all thoughts of my grades and future and decided I’d rather just live here and now. That’s how I got into drinking and partying and all those things. I haven’t had a whole lot of sex, though, contrary to popular belief. Repeating that whole ordeal just seems like the worst idea ever, so I’m not as much of a slut as I used to be unless I get really wasted. That does happen quite a lot, though, so maybe I am after all. Actually, I haven’t changed that much at all, come to think of it. I’m still the same, just a bit stronger. And my relationship with my parents is a bit worse, but I’m closer to my sister. Who would’ve thought we could ever be close? I still resent her for being so bloody perfect, but that’s a secret.

What else do you want to know, then? I’m just as unique as everyone else in the world. I have some crazy mood swings, I’m thoroughly opposed to the idea of romance and most people call me a bitch. I don’t do so great in school, but if I put my mind to it, I’m pretty darned clever. I just can’t be bothered most of the time. I did pass my OWLs, after all, and I intend to pass my NEWTs as well. Defense Against the Dark Arts is without a doubt my worst subject, though. I’m nowhere near the stage of being able to summon a patronus, for instance. Not that it matters. I’m not planning on getting involved in any stupid wars.
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