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.

7. Chapter 7

Hello :) everything belongs to Jk Rowling. This chapters a bit slow:) I know the last couple where as well, but they speed up a bit soo. :) please review :)

I was a teenage werewolf

And no one even said thanks

And no one made me stop

The cramps

Bonnie followed Lexi downstairs into the room with every one. "we want to go. I for one, and Bonnie too, cannot live as a number. We choose to leave England." Lexi said. Sirius nodded. Remus seemed to relax. "good choice girls. That was the ideal option. I promised I wouldn't in any way interfere with your choice, however I am proud of you. You made a hard choice, that no one should have to make, especially at your age." Remus said. "we will leave in 3 days. Werewolves are forbidden from using portkeys, and you cannot apparated. The only way is by muggle means. The ferry from Dover to Calais will allow you a chance to visit your homes in Kent before we go. Is there anywhere you wish to visit, to say goodbye to?" Lexi nodded." I want to go my home, and see the beach and my house. And look at my parents. Even if they think I'm dead. I won't speak to them, don't worry, I'm not crazy, I have no wish to be arrested." Lexi said. Bonnie looked at Lexi. "I want to go to my village. Say fairwell. I need to say goodbye to move on." Bonnie said. Remus nodded. "the ministry is cruel and heartless. I wish you were never forced into this. Everything the ministry does is for the greater good. No matter how many lives they destroy in the process.

Werewolf number 614572

My parents think I'm dead. They are mourning for a child who is still alive. How can a government do that? I will never live in England ever again. My parents will be wasting their tears, but I am not dead. Like the Capulets mourning Juliet. The house will be too quiet. But if I ease their pain, I will be arrested. Imprisoned. I might be executed. I do not want to die. My life might be really really fucking shit right now, but if it can get better, in the Netherlands, if I can rebuild something resembling a life, then there is hope. And hope is what is stopping me from drowning.