A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters
The moon hung in the cold dark night air. It was a reminder, a constant reminder of what Bill had lost. It wasn't full yet,almost, but not yet. Bill stared at the moon through the window. It would be full in a few days.
A few days seemed like an eternity to him. This was the first full moon since the attack, the first full moon since his face had been marred with scars. He ran a finger over one, thinking about how heroes always had scars. They were from battles they had won, or reminders of battles lost. Either way, this was who he was now, these angry marks were part of him.
He wasn't sure what was going to happen. Fenir hadn't been transformed when he'd attacked. It hadn't been a full moon either. There had been some changes, little things that Bill hardly noticed. He preferred his meat rarer, his sense of smell was heightened. He had no idea if that was going to be useful. All he knew was now the smell of Fleur's perfume made him sick if she used more than a drop. The sensitivity was worse as the moon ripened.
He looked up at it again and sighed. In a few days they would know for sure if he was a werewolf. Bill knew there was a chance, a decent chance. He hated pretending otherwise. It was foolish to think it wouldn't happen. Remus said because he'd been bitten when the moon wasn't full, it was likely he wouldn't transform. He hoped the man was right. He'd never known Remus to be wrong before though, so there was that.
Bill pulled his eyes from the window and back to the empty room. Fleur was working late tonight. There had been a discovery of an ancient grimmoire, which was written entirely in ancient Greek. Fleur could read it with ease. Bill smiled thinking about her. They were supposed to be getting married. Fleur was standing by him so far. He wondered if she would continue to do so if he did transform. What woman wanted a monster for a husband? He smiled thinking about when she touched his scars and declared how handsome he was.
"Every 'ero 'az scars," she had whispered. He smiled wider. He'd had the pleasure of watching his own mother eat her words about Fleur. He'd known his mum hadn't taken a liking to her, no woman was good enough for her first born son. Fleur had proven otherwise. Bill couldn't help but think about how lucky he was to have her, how lucky he'd been that she'd walked into his life.
There was still a tingle of a doubt in the back of his mind that she would leave him, despite her promises she wouldn't. He knew he needed to trust her, to believe her. He shook his head, thinking about this, worrying about it, wasn't helping anything. No, it was just making it worse. He couldn't change what was going to happen in a few days when the moon was full. He knew worrying didn't accomplish anything.
There were bigger, more pressing things to worry about. There was a war raging outside his door, his whole world, his family, everyone was in danger. That he could do something about. He could find cursed artifacts, use them in some way to even the odds. There were spells, curses that had fallen out of favor centuries ago that could be useful now.
Bill turned his attention back to the stack of books, the carved stone tomes and fragile scrolls in front of him. Fleur would be home in a few hours. She would tell him the same that worrying about what would happen would not change it. She would make her promises to not leave him. This time, he'd make himself believe her because he knew she was telling the truth, he knew she would continue to love him no matter what happened, no matter what form he might take during those three cursed nights. Bill smiled. He knew no matter what happened in a few days, she wasn't leaving his side. He knew he was lucky to have found his soul mate.
