Worse Than Death. d.m

I Needed Them

( Alexander Lestrange)

       My sister Cameron had been missing for almost 3 years. She was living with me, Draco Narcissa and Lucius, but when she found out that the death eaters were wanting to rise again, she took off to help them. She said it was " our birth right" or some shit. She wanted to make our dead beat mother proud while she was rotting in Azkaban. I was never interested in that stuff because I had my own shit to deal with, being a werewolf and such. My mother was so excited when she found out I became one for the first time. I was 12 years old. I got swiped in the middle of the night in the forbidden forest visiting Draco, right on my chest, it wasn't a big scratch, but it was still there. Narcissa and Lucius helped me alot. They made it somewhat livable. My darling mother on the other hand, was in Azkaban for most of my life. So she was absolutely no help of course.

       I was surprised when Cameron came back. But I was thinking she might have been returning at some point considering the war and everything. I was close with her when we were younger, but when she decided she wanted to help them rebirth the dark lord, I took a step back. Part of me always thought about what would happen if I had gone with her. Would she have become this insane? Would she still be the same as my mother? Would she have gone for so long? I didn't know if it would have changed anything, but part of me feels bad for staying. What if I could have helped her not to become the monster she truly was?

( Cameron Lestrange)

       I've been gone for over 2 years. I went with this Pettigrew bitch and papa Carrow. They were the ones in charge of this whole rebirth bullshit. I honestly went so I could see my mother again. When I got the dark mark, my mother was so proud of me. I had never seen her so happy about something I had done. I felt great knowing she was proud of me. When she escaped, I stayed with her in random places until Auntie Cissy said we could come back to the manor. I knew me coming back would change a lot. I hadn't spoken to any of my old friends or Alex in forever. I just hoped that they wouldn't hate me that much. I had to go. I had to leave. I hoped they would still accept me back. I needed them.