Harry, Ron and Hermione were gathered together in Bill´s living room. They sat on the floor, burning a tiny floating flame in the air and discussing their next moves.

"We cannot break into Gringotts now that the goblin is gone," said Ron.

"It was such a great plan though," said Hermione as if she had been sorrier for wasting a good plan than for the goblin having been beaten to a pulp by Bellatrix in the Malfoy Manor.

"Like all your plans," said Ron admiringly.

"Everyone is dying around us. It´s like we are some bad omen," said Harry.

"Voldemort is trying to kill you Harry, you ARE a bad omen," said Ron. Hermione thrust him a look.

"Thanks," said Harry and got up from the floor.

"Everyone is being hunted nowadays, Harry, it has got nothing to do with you. Quite the opposite. I think many believe you are our last hope. And you ARE Harry," said Hermione.

Harry did not answer. He was touched by the support but he needed to think. He could not watch anyone else die around him.

"Say you are sorry, Ron," whispered Hermione, but it was quite audible.

"Harry, the goblin would have been killed either way, it had nothing to do with..." started Ron.

"It was about the sword," Harry cut in the middle of Ron´s sentence. "We brought it and he looked guilty because he was with us. It was not because he was a... a..."

"Not wizard," helped Hermione.

"Precisely."

"Listen to me. The only way to make all these deaths count is to go on with our plan," said Hermione.

Harry sat down with them.

"But how?" he asked.

Before they could start settling out this problem, they heard a howl. They all startled.

"A wolf?" asked Hermione.

"Lupin!" Harry burst out.

"How could it be him?" asked Ron.

"Well, he has had tough times since Snape is not here to brew him potions now," said Hermione.

"He betrayed him!" shouted Harry.

"Be quiet!" said Ron. "Hermione, get this light ball out of here."

Hermione put out the light. They were left in complete darkness.

"I thought Bill can help him," wondered Harry.

"Well neither can go shopping for ingredients on Diagon Alley these days, can they?" said Ron.

It was true, both Remus Lupin, the werewolf, and Bill, Ron´s brother- a half-werewolf, could do much about their conditions these days. Their heads were wanted for being a member of The Order of Phoenix.

"Is it really full moon? I can´t believe we all forgot to check the calendar," said Hermione.

They stood shivering and hoping Lupin would run further from the house. Apparently he had tried to as he discovered he was about to change, but now, it may have been too late. The howling sounded nearer.

"I wish he would shut up or else he attracts other wolves and werewolves here," said Ron.

"Is Tonks downstairs?" asked Harry. Lupin´s wife Tonks had come to show off their new baby in Bill´s house.

"I don´t know," said Ron.

Suddenly the door was opened and all three pointed their wands to it. The incomer was Luna.

"Has anyone seen Tonks?" she asked in a dreamy voice, sort of like the time she had said she wondered if there was pudding for dessert.

"No, we thought she was with you in the living room," said Ron.

Suddenly they all heard a shriek. A woman´s shriek.

"Tonks!" they yelled looking at each other and stormed down the stairs. Harry was the quickest and ripping open the front door, he saw sparks of light casted towards poor Lupin, who had curled on the beach, Ollivander, Tonks, Bill and Fleur shouting repelling spells towards him. Finally, Lupin jogged to the woods and disappeared. Tonks looked utterly frustrated. Fleur put her hand on her shoulder, asking if she was alright. Tonks only shook her head sadly. They were all coming inside the house, but Harry could see someone at the edge of the woods, before he was pushed in the living room. His eyes were transfixed.

"Harry, what happened to you?" asked Hermione. "Is your scar hurting again?"

Harry frowned. He was getting tired of everything wrong with him being always associated with his scar.

"I think he was stunned by the Flying..., " started Luna but before she could go on with her epistle about most rare and almost always invisible magical creatures only she knew about, Harry said: "I thought I saw someone."

"Who?" asked Ron.

"Greyback," he said.

"No, but it couldn´t be," said Ron. "We have never seen Greyback. How could you know what he looks like?"

"Oh, but we have seen him Ron," said Hermione.

And when Ron gave no sign of recalling it, she burst out: "Borgin and Burkes!"