This is a different take on a song fic. It has the lyrics scattered through, not in any order. Wherever I felt like putting them. The song will probably be used over again throughout the story as well as a few other songs. Anyways Please R/R, no flames please ---Look I asked nicely. And I don't want to hear about her being a Mary Sue or whatever. This is for FUN. It's not serious. My creativity for original characters are in my OWN stories and my art work ok? If you don't like it LEAVE.
Disclaimer: I own NOTHING everything belongs to someone else ::pouts::
Because You Loved Me
Chapter One: You were always there for me
For all the love I found in you
It was during the dark times, as everyone called them. Drew rarely thought of them as dark. She lived in a big house with her parents, both Aurours, her grandmother who was a very influential position with the ministry, and her big brother Joey also lived there. Joey, however had just started at Hogwarts.
During the days she went to her mother's best friend from Hogwarts. Molly Weasley, her big family welcomed Drew in as one of them. And everyday as an infant she sat in a swing between two others while three larger boys played nearby.
The oldest, Bill (called Billy then), had taken a liking to the tiny girl and favored the twins over his other two brothers. Probably because they weren't whining, like Percy. Or trying to steal his toy broomstick, like Charlie. The three sat in their baby swings and gurgled and cooed at the stories he made up and told them.
The twins, Fred and George, were her best friends. She submitted to their pulls on her blonde curls while she tugged on their fire red hair. Triple trouble they were often called, laughingly by their parents.
You were my strength when I was weak
Drew was about one and a half when a very young man with coal black hair and cold eyes showed up at her house. Her Grandmother was away at work late that night. Her brother Joey was at Hogwarts. The young man argued with her parents. Drew, attracted by the yelling, watched the scene on the patio from her bedroom window.
She saw two bursts of green light, heard a harsh laugh. The man looked up at her. Drew would never forget his face or the symbol he conjured in the sky that night.
Adults claimed she was still too young to understand. What her grandmother did notice was that she bawled endlessly unless she got to see her beloved "Fwed and Orge" on a regular basis. They were her "safe place". Between the two boys she could do anything and the world consisted of a sunny backyard, yummy fresh baked cookies, and nap times.
They chased gnomes across the grass, inspected the plants in the garden, and there was a new person to get to know. The twins had a new baby brother, Ron. Drew spent many happy days with her Grandmother, who told her wonderful stories and encouraged her antics and made sure she was with her friends as often as possible. Never the less, tragedy struck again when Drew was three.
My world is a better place because of you
It was early summer, her older brother, Joey, was home from Hogwarts. He frequently told her stories of his "adventures" there, embellishing them quite a bit to make the tiny girl gasp and giggle. She followed him around like a shadow, almost idolizing him. She adored his books. He read his various assignments to her. Then one day he went missing when he had went to visit a friend from school.
There was a lot of panic around their house, many people from the ministry in and out all the time and by the end of the second day Drew had bawled and sobbed for her brother and her friends so much her voice had left her.
For the next week her grandmother sent her to the Weasleys' house early every morning so she would at least have her friends. Back in her safe place, running around with the twins, she believed all was right with the world. She would go home that evening and her big brother would be there to tell her about how he had blown up a cauldron in potions with plenty of sound effects.
A week to the day after her brother disappeared she awoke in the dead of night, a green light glowed through her window. She climbed out of her bed to see what it was. She saw, emblazoned in the sky the same skull she had seen the night her parents had died. Screaming already, she looked down, way down under the ugly green light and saw her brother laying motionless.
Later that year, when baby Ron had begun to walk and the new baby, Ginny, had come the dark lord fell. Drew heard the stories everyday. In whispered voices the spoke of "the boy who lived".
At five she zoomed about the backyard on a toy broomstick, pretending to play quidditch. Which, the three had become obsessed with since the twins father had brought them to a match. She was the only one who could consistently and accurately tell the boys apart, when many times their own mother was at a loss when they decided to play jokes on her.
Drew anxiously awaited Bill's return from Hogwarts, she wanted to know more about the place that seemed so fantastical to her and Bill was good at telling stories. She also had a governess, who was teaching the eager little girl her letters and numbers. Drew desperately wanted to learn to read, for she wanted very badly to read the books from Hogwarts, that were still stacked on the desk in the room that was once her brother's. She very often brought one down to the fireside, where she would sit with her grandmother and look at the drawings and try to decode the words she so much wanted to read.
You were always there for me
The tender wind that carried me
A light in the dark shining your love into my life
It was one of these evenings when her grandmother had suddenly stood up, throwing back the rug in front of the hearth and lifting a trap door, told Drew to hide. In the dark under that door she hugged a book that she had figured to be a book of spells, since she had found the words "Book" and "Spells" on the front cover. Above her she heard a lot of yelling, a lot of movement. Finally she heard a loud thud and everything went quiet.
It was hours later when someone finally came for her. She heard people moving above her, talking in serious tones, but she didn't dare move. Her grandmother had told her not to. It was very late indeed when she saw the familiar face appear at the trapdoor.
Arthur Weasley, the twins father, had found her, clutching her brother's book and singing the nonsense song she and his sons had made up together. He carried the shaking little girl onto the knight bus and then to his home, where he saw two identical, very worried faces pressed to a window. Upon entering he found his wife, begging the two boys to go to bed.
"Arthur, I've had it. I've asked, pleaded, yelled, screamed, threatened..." she sounded very anxious and tired.
"It's alright, they were worried about their friend," he said, setting her down on the couch. He saw that immediately the two boys ran, sitting on either side of their friend in their identical pjs. The little girl was sobbing, and the boys were hugging her and singing their nonsense song. Though she was sobbing she still gave a weak smile to the boys.