You said that all of my characters have traumatic lives, you haven't seen anything. Check this story out, I wrote it a few months ago. It's under another pen name, the one I use for NSYNC stories. http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=432627 It's called "A Tiny Glass" and the pen name is SUPERGURL4PHAT1.
I think the reason all my characters have traumatic lives is because I like Shakespeare ALOT. I mean I read it for FUN. And face it, most of his plays everyone dies. I like Edgar Allen Poe too. Then artists? Van Gough, the guy that killed himself. I'm weird that way.
But then visit the other side of me who loves Harry Potter books, NSYNC, Monet, all things Disney, and collects coca cola signs and memorabilia that decorate my bright red (yes the walls are red) room.
Because You Loved Me
Chapter Two: For all the joy you brought to my life
Drew waited along side the twins for her trunk to be put on the train. She was very excited that she was going to Hogwarts, she had looked forward to it since her brother had told her about it at first and ever since with every story that Bill told her and the ones Charlie told her. She has finally been able to read her brother's books. Which she had read, cover to cover, many times each.
"And Fred, don't go setting off any of those awful dungbombs there," Mrs. Weasley said. "I had a time getting the living room back to normal..."
"Mum?" Drew said.
"Yes dear?" she answered.
"That isn't Fred," she said.
"Well, George then..." Mrs. Weasley started again.
"George didn't do it, Fred did," Drew said.
"I did not!" Fred said, "Drew really did it."
"No I didn't I TOLD you it was a bad idea to get those in Diagon Alley in the first place. You should have gotten more fireworks," She said, pouting.
"Both of them did it, Mum," George said, honestly. He got evil looks from the other two.
"All of you, on to the train! Now!" Mrs. Weasley said, exasperated as she usually was with the three of them.
The three tumbled onto the train, that's the only way you could describe how the three of them got anywhere other than when they ran. The three quite frequently tried to be in the same place at once.
During the train ride to Hogwarts they, slipped dungbombs into a compartment of second year slytherins, set off twenty Filibuster fireworks in the corridor so they bounced about the length of their car, switched Charlie's wand for a trick one they had bought, ate their selves silly on the chocolate frogs Drew had bought them with the allowance she had been saving, and Bill had been in their compartment no less than six times. Each time he had told them sternly, though with laughter in his voice that they MUST calm down and stop running relays the length of the train, yelling, and causing all the general commotion they had the tendency to create.
Finally they reached Hogsmeade station, following the very large man called Hagrid, they walked a long path and got into small boats. During the trip across the lake, Fred and George dared each other to trail their hands in the water to attract the giant squid that Charlie had told them about, attempted to toss Drew overboard, and tried by rocking their boat to bump into the boat next to theirs.
"Hey back there! Stop rockin the boats!" Hagrid called back. He was answered with a new set of splashes and laughter.
Up the stairs of the castle they went and through the doors, following the strict looking professor. Into a room away from the noisy and fun sounding great hall.
"The Sorting Ceremony will begin in a few minutes," she said, looking disdainfully at the three that were making a valiant effort not to burst into hysterical laughter. They had on the way up the stairs placed a lizard on the back of a snobby looking blonde girl.
When the Professor left Fred said to the other two, in a mock-serious tone "We should be serious now, this is a very important moment in our young wizarding careers,"
The other two glanced at each other and were once again in hysterical laughter.
Into the great hall they went, with comments about hoping the ceiling never got a leak because, how would one know where to repair it? And about the funny looking headmaster, who looked much like a wizard from the muggle fairy tales Drew liked to read.
Finally they stood, with the other first years, grinning like crazy. Finally Troy, Andrea was called and she stepped up to the stool feeling slightly nervous. They grinned encouragingly up at her.
She was plunged into sudden darkness, a voice murmured in her ear. "A funny one aren't we? But you aren't all you seem. Something tells me though you should be a...GRYFFINDOR!" the last word was deafening almost and the hat was removed. With a glance to her friends she slipped to the Gryffindor table and sat next to the twin's brother Charlie. He smiled and patted her on her back.
After awhile and much anxiety on Drew's part Weasley, Fredrick was called. She could heard the distant snort of laughter from George. Without a pause the Hat shouted "GRYFFINDOR!"
He sat grinning, across the table from Drew as George was called. The Hat barely touched his head when it placed him in Gryffindor as well. The dynamic duo was together, with their beloved third. They grinned at the table of students, who had no idea (save the twins' three older brothers) what the three were like.