The Norse God at Hogwarts

Ch 1: The Letter

In a forest, not far from civilization, the animals were living their own lives. The birds chirping and singing their songs, Bears catching fish in the rivers, wolves looking out for their packs or hunting. Rabbits jumping around. Deers happily munching on grass or edible things they found.

There stood a cottage, an old rustic cottage. The old cottage is the sanity of these hills, the ever present home amid such change. The cottage stood in a composed way, as if it had chosen solitude for itself, as if residents were a luxury it could forgo. The floors had been a highly polished wood, individual blocks lovingly placed and sanded to a smooth finish before the varnish was brushed on with fine bristles. The walls stood firm, the window frames strong, glass triple glazed and whole. All in all, it looked like a movie-set, a place waiting for life to come. The only give-away was the odour, well, that and the dust. It was musty and dry, but nothing opening the doors and windows couldn't solve.

The place looked abandoned.

But a small shadow moved from within, the floors creak from the weight strain of some one in side.

A child no older than 11 or 12 was seen fixing her hunting gear and weapons.

Eivor Varinsdottir has been on her own since the attack on her village. She's learned how to survive on her own since she was small. Her father Varin taught her how to hunt, and her mother Rosetta taught her how to cook and skin the animals and use their hides for things like her clothings and beddings.

As she was fixing her gear she was thinking.

Blue eyes looked up thoughtfully, fixed on the arrow in her hands, yet not seeing it. Her mind was elsewhere. Next to her was an envelope with the Hogwarts seal on it.

It was unopened, yet she somewhat knew what it contained.

Her invitation to Hogwarts, the school for witches and wizards.

Sighing, she sat up and stared at her feet, letting them rest on the floor.

Should she go?

It was already exhausting to hide as is from Kjotve the cruel and his clan. But if she would go to Hogwarts, she wouldn't have to worry about him finding her, yet she still had to be careful.

Eivor stood up and walked to the window that granted her a view of the surrounding woods. A bird sat outside on the windowsill, pecking against the dusty glass. She opened the window and let the Raven inside.

"Good morning Synin", Eivor smiled weakly and stroked the black, shiny feathers of the bird. It cawed before it flew onto her shoulder. Nestling into her hair, it picked at her hair as if it were cleaning her from fleas.

The girl looked at the brightening sky and let out a determined breath. The animals would be waking up soon, so it was time to head out to catch her breakfast. Synin cawed questioningly into her ear and nuzzled Eivors chin with her beak.

"What do you think, Synin?", she asked the raven. "Should I go?"

The bird nodded its head, its black eyes shining knowingly. Or maybe she just imagined it.

Eivor sighed again and looked at the crumpled envelope on her bed.

It would be helpful to learn to control her magic. Her gaze traveled to her bedroom door. And besides, any place had to be better than this one.

Eivor walked to her bed and picked up the letter. Opening it with shaking fingers, she unfolded the letter.

Dear Ms.Varinsdottir, she read.

Eivor smiled.