Okay, this is the first time I am trying to write so please tell me should I continue or should I give it up. I have never been the best writer in the world so I am very insecure about my writing. If it is garbage please pull no punches and let me know. If it has potential, I will continue. BETA'S ARE WELCOMED.
As I am not JKR I own nothing of Harry Potter nor do I get any remuneration from such writings.
VEIL OF TIME
The last thing I remembered was fighting my crazy cousin Bellatrix, and then floating into nothingness. So why am I now in a run down playground?
I'm just laying there trying to get my bearings when all of the sudden a scrawny young boy comes running towards me while looking back in horror at a gang of boys chasing him. The young boy, not seeing me, trips over me as the gang of boys arrives. The fattest boy I have ever seen starts sneering at the young boy asking "Who is this, your boyfriend?" The lad shoots back to this fat pig of a boy asking, "Why? Are you jealous?"
Barking out a laugh, I pipe up, "He should be as I am the best-looking person here." The young boy then falls over laughing.
The fat boy starts yelling at the boy calling him a freak screaming that his mum and dad are going to hear about this. Then he starts to approach the boy swinging his arms as if to hit him. My sense of justice got to me and I pulled my wand and sneered, "Go ahead, and make my day," (Remus had figured out how to get a T.V. and V.C.R. to work at Grimmauld place and I had just watched that muggle movie Sudden Impact.)
The fat pig looked at me and started yelling, "another freak, let's get out of here." This alerts me to that this young lad may be a wizard.
As I contemplate this thought the young boy helps me up. Immediately I sense that something is wrong. I was the same height as this young boy who couldn't be more than 9 or 10-years old. How is this possible, I am a grown man in my mid 30's? Then it really got weird, he introduced himself and said his name was "Harry Potter."
When he told me his name I about fell back down to the ground. I start babbling about how is this possible, you can't be Harry. He is back at the Ministry of Magic. This Harry just gawks at me as if I just escaped from a loony bin (or maybe Azkaban). Am I crazy or has my world just turned upside down?
Well, I guess as the muggles say, I will just have to bite the bullet (what in the hell is a bullet, anyways?) I give him Harry a big smile, hold out my hand and say "Nice to meet you, Harry. I am Sirius Black, and I am your Godfather."
A/N - at this time this is all I have. I don't know if I should continue or if I should leave it here. Please review and let me know. Or if there is someone out there who is a better writer than I am who wants to take up this mantle and finish this please p/m and l will be happy to let this go. I know that I am not a fan of first person narrative but I am having a problem writing third person narrative.