So, obviously jk Rowlings still. Please review :) what could I do better :) how many spelling mistakes have I made :) I'm sorry about the mistakes :) seriously though, what do you guys think :) and this chapter contains references of rape and suicide, as well as homophobia and self harm.
I see a bad moon a-rising
I see trouble on the way
I see earthquakes and lightnin'
I see bad times today
Creedence Clearwater Revival
Teddy is still talking. "have you read Harry Potter?" I hear it's big in the muggle world. At least, that's what I've been told. Course, I can't socialize with muggles so. However, Jks story was wrong. Sirius didn't die, neither did Remus. Remus and Sirius have been together since high school. Tonks was my surrogate mother. Snape is alive. The Weasleys are very prejudiced against werewolves, less so against muggle borns. Ron and Newt Scamander along with Dolores Umbitch made most of the rules that ruin our life. Bellatrix and Narcissa saved Harry. Voldermort and Bellatrix, I mean, he raped her. Tortured her. She eventually fell pregnant. He forced her to carry his child. She gave birth and then killed herself. It's illegal to be gay or transgender in our screwed up society. Dumbledore was executed because of that. As was Grindelwald. Sirius and Remus hide their relationship. The truth is, no one expects anyone to be with a werewolf. A few Fantines of course is acceptable, but to love a monster. A few people know the truth, but not many. Delphini, Voldermorts daughter, Bellatrix's child, didn't kill anyone, but was targeted, framed, arrested because of who her father was. She was imprisoned in Azkaban, but Albus and Scorpius rescued her. They moved to the Netherlands. Just outside Amsterdam, there is a campsite on a beach. They run it. We were going to move there, but... " Teddy's monolog was interrupted by a shout from Sirius "Come and eat dinner!" Lexi and Bonnie followed Teddy Downstairs.
Werewolf number 614572
Later on, lying in bed, the familiar urge takes over me. It's a nothing. It's a need. It's like something I just do. I scratch my arms, my body, my legs. I just keep scratching. I'm not thinking anything in particular, I'm not thinking how worthless I am, I'm just scratching. It's not self harm, not really, because self harm needs a knife or a blade. Self harm needs a need, a feeling, a want, this, it's more an obsession, and addiction. And then thoughts overwhelm me. I am a werewolf. I am real. I am fictional. I am a monster. I am a werewolf. Werewolves aren't real. They belong in programs, like teen wolf or the origanals. Not in real life. Not in me.
