AN: I have not forgotten about my other stories, but i seem to have lost the plot for them for the moment. Potions Sabotage, Time Travel and Love will be updated sometime soonish as i have some chapters written still. This "Story" May be transferred to a new account, or the stories chosen to be continued in Longer Stories. If this happens the new account will be linked to my profiles in this account. Any stories that do not follow guidelines will be placed on a different Site. Thank you for all you waiting, and now to the Chapter Ones. Chose which ones you would like to see continued and I shall endeavor to continue them.
Things from a Mad Woman's Mind: Various Harry Potter Chapter Ones
Story Idea One: Harry/Sirius Pairing Warnings: Mentions of Slash and One underage Kiss.
Chapter One: Haunted
The veil was whispering to him, even in his dreams. He could hear Sirius beckoning. He saw the elegant fall, the Arch, the fluttering veil as it took the only thing that Harry treasured beyond anything in this world. Sirius had begun as the promise of safety, of home, of love finally after all of the pain and hate he had suffered. That promise had evolved with his teenage hormones, and for that brief time he had imagined that Sirius could be his ONE.
He'd only stolen one shy kiss from the convict, but it had held so much promise, and then Dumbledores manipulation, Snape's ineffective teaching and Voldemort's insidious dreams had stolen it all in the form of Bellatrix Lestrange's stunner. Lupin hadn't allowed him to follow Sirius and Harry had no desire to become their sacrifice. He was haunted by his lost loves phantom voice, calling him to the place that was just beyond the veil.
The Wizarding world were idiots, who relied on a child to save them from a monster of thier own making without any sort of guidance or special training. they expected him to follow their orders like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered and that didn't settle right with his mind. Sirius called, beckoning with promises of safety and he didn't know if he could resist any longer. why stay in a world that didn't expect him to live past his next birthday? Why fight for people who would see you die fighting their creation, their problem and not raise a wand when it really mattered to aid you?
The goblins were oddly helpful, not protesting when he withdrew his entire inheritance, and placed it in a weightless, bottomless trunk. and then it was only a Knight Bus ride and phone booth away to the Ministry.
Armed with his trunks, wand and Hedwig on his shoulder he entered the bowels of the place that he had lost his life just days before with a badge that said 'Hadrian Black- The Veil' No one stopped him this time as he left the world the way his safety had at 5:30 in the morning. The Wizarding World would just have to learn to stand on it's own two feet.