Laws
It was in January during second year Auror training for James and Sirius that my life changed forever.
The ministry in fear of Fenrir Greyback had become increasingly anti-werewolf. In the New Year a collection of laws were passed that greatly affected my life.
The first was a law that required all werewolves to be branded. You, Samantha, my darling daughter have already seen the mark I was given. I remember when you first saw that burned number on my chest; you couldn't take your beautiful eyes of it.
Ever since I became a werewolf, I've had a registration number. Mine is 2975506. Every werewolf was given a selected date and time to be branded. Mine was January 21st, I can still remember. Sirius came with me when I had to be branded. When we entered the werewolf ministry office, I was sent into a little room. Sirius was luckily allowed to come with me. In the room was a steel table with straps and a stool beside it. I was shaking so badly due to nerves but Sirius held me and comforted me.
A middle-age man entered and instructed me to take off my shirt and lay on the table. He immediately strapped me down. Sirius stood on my right and I grasped his hand. The man-I never did learn his name –sat down on the stool to my left. I looked towards Sirius trying to ready myself to pain but when the pain came it was unimaginable. I'd been branded by silver! The pain was so bad I fainted and the next thing I knew I was in bed at home with Sirius beside me.
The next law barred werewolves from adopting children. At the time it didn't seem like a big thing but it became important later on. That law was the reason that Harry went to the Dursleys because I wasn't allowed to adopt him.
The third law disallowed werewolves from having ministry jobs. That law is annoying but doesn't affect me much.