Monsters are made not born

by Bellatrix grindelwald

2019. 2 girls, Lexi and Bonnie, get bitten by Remus Lupin. They then have to adjust to a dark and twisted Wizarding world. Nothing is true to the books, the author got it wrong. The Wizarding world is racist and homophobic and England might not be worth saving. Rated mainly for very very strong language.

3. Chapter 3

So my 3rd chapter :) in one day. Please review... I wish Remus and Sirius where mine. Jk Rowling however, can keep umbitch because no one likes her. Umbridge is evil :)

If you could only see the beast you've made of me

I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free

Screaming in the dark

Florence and the machine

"hem, hem" Umbridge coughed. "I am Dolores Umbridge. Head of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures." "I bit them. There muggles. I brought them here to register, as the law requires." Remus said. Dolores coughed again. "very well." she began questioning the girls, all the information for the registry. "well. I must say it was very good thinking of Newt Scamander to set up a registry. It really helps control the monsters hidden in our society. It really was disgusting how nice Dumbledore was. Imagine, a werewolf in a school. I mean imagine those poor innocent children. They must have been traumatized. Now, the numbers." Remus was stood behind Lexi and Bonnie. He placed a fatherly hand on their shoulders. "sorry." he muttered miserably. "stop apologizing" Bonnie said. "sorry won't stop us getting bitten. Or help us now, will it. So stop." lexi said. "sorry" Remus apologized. Then he winced. A sorry just felt a necessary answer. He couldn't help it. "hem, hem. I don't have time to listen to half-breeds argue." she cast a spell, and Lexi and Bonnie felt their arms burn with the pain of a 3rd degree burn.

Werewolf number 614572.

There, now I am marked. Like an animal. Like the monster wizards believe me to be. I have felt like an animal before, when people would talk about how to recognize home educated children, and they would say look for the scruffy ones. The ones with wellies in a museum. I never wore wellies in a museum. Or else, in a group of people, reaching out to take food at the same time as others, and being called a vulture. I hated that. It always made me feel dirty. Greedy. Not as important. Being sent to bed early, had a similar effect, though that made me feel like a child, not an animal. After being called a vulture, I never took food first anymore. I am not a vulture. Not an animal. I dislike eating in front of people. I'm not anorexic, I eat at home fine, but I will not be called an animal. I guess that is the point of the brand. To make me feel like an animal. Like the monster that they believe I am. So I don't feel like a human. I hate it. I hate this brand.