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A/N: i am sorry sorry sorry that i have not updated. a mixture of lots of homework, computer problems, and things like that. i hope to update more quickly next time, but i cant promise anything. but im back for now, and the next chapter to The Next Quidditch World Cup will be up shortly. but to make up for it, this chapter is longer than i usually write! nearly 1000 words. i normally write about 800.

im sorry about this chapter its not really all that great. but anyway, please R+R! no matter how bad a story is, i still like to hear from my readers!

EFA CHAPTER 7

The stunned werewolf, stirred slightly in the corner. As the sun began to rise, it started to transform back into a person.

It was Greyback.

He staggered upright, blood dripped from his mouth. Neville aimed a curse at him, but missed by mere millimetres. Harrys own curse hit him square in the chest. He bound him with ropes from his wand. "that should keep him there!" he muttered out to nobody in particular.

"Are you alright?" Harry asked, turning to both Neville and Hannah.

"I would ask the same about you two!" Hannah replied with a stern voice. It was true, as Harry examined them.

"I'll be alright Hannah, I've dealt with worse"

"They aren't bites are they?" she asked, her face paling, horrified at the idea.

"No, just bits of glass" Neville told her, pointing to the broken light, though her face did not loose its worried expression.

"I'm going to have to get going, with him" - he jerked his thumb towards Greyback in the corner - "but if you need a hand clearing up…"

"We should be fine, thanks Harry"

He walked over to where Greyback was lying, careful not to trip or tread on anything. He looked at Greyback with disgust. This was the man that had bitten people whether it was a full moon or not. He caused Remus, and so many others so much pain during their childhood, he was the one who had savaged Bill and Marcus, and had now finally been caught.

He levitated Greyback up with his wand, and began to move him across the room. Not caring if he bumped him against any fallen furniture.

Once he had gotten Greyback where he wanted him, he looked over at Hannah and Neville. It looked like She had gotten Neville to let her take a look at the wounds on his face. He could see him wincing as she poked and prodded at the cuts in his skin. She took him by the wrist and pulled him over to a chair.

"Lean your head back" she said "so I can get this glass out"

She conjured a pair of tweezers.

"Ouch!" he exclaimed as she prodded his face.

"Keep still!" she said sternly.

"I cant, it stings like mad!"

She tried a couple more times. "I cant get it out if you wont sit still!"

Despite how tired he felt, this drew a chuckle out of Harry. They looked over towards him, with enquiring looks on their faces.

"Its nothing don't worry about it" he tried to reassure them, but the smile he had did not entirely convince them. He knew the same fate awaited him when he got home. But that wasn't what made him smile. It was the fact that he knew how much they both worried and cared about each other, and it was obvious.

He felt Greyback shift slightly. Panicking, he turned to where he had left him. His fist came flying through the air, and smacked him directly on the nose, sending him reeling backwards and knocking him to the floor.

Pain shot through him as he felt the bone break, and blood came pouring down his face.

Greyback made a dash for the fireplace, threw something in. the flames roared green, and he was gone.

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Harry swore.

He staggered upright, trying to stem the blood flowing from his nose by putting his sleeve to his face. Which was adding to blood he had gained from the battle.

He turned to Neville and Hannah. "What happened after I left?" he asked them through the sleeve of his robes, with a hint of desperation in his slightly muffled voice.

He abandoned the use of his sleeve as a bandage as it was spreading the blood onto his arm as well. He would heal it himself later.

"Well," began Hannah "I was clearing the empty glasses from the tables as you know, and there was a person with his hood up, Neville went to go and talk to him, as he walked over to him, the man stood up and walked to the window, throwing up his cloak as he went. He opened the curtains and revealed the full moon. That was when he transformed. I rushed up the stairs to get the guests out safely, and cast the patronus to you. You know the rest."

"Thank you" he said. What she told him troubled him. It sounded as if they were deliberately targeted. He apparated home, to apologize for leaving so late and without warning, before he headed to the ministry to report what had happened to them all.

"Episkey!" he said pointing his wand at his face. He felt the He sighed in relief "If ever you need any help, just call"

They smiled in response, as he apparated out of the leaky cauldron, heading for home, where he would likely get the same treatment as Neville did.

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He apparated to the end of his street, and walked swiftly towards number 12. He was receiving quite a few strange looks from people passing by.

He ran up the steps towards the front door of Grimmauld Place and knocked on the door.

"Harry is that you?" came the slightly muffled voice of Ginny.

"well if I'm a death eater im not going to say no am I?"

"Alright smarty. What did you do to your aunt just before your third year?"

"I blew her up. What did you do on valentines day in your first year?"

"I sent you a singing valentines"

She opened the door and gasped.

A/N: i am not very happy with this chapter, so tell me what you think. they even made the review button nice and big. pretty please?