I added like one extra sentence to chapter 6, if you want to reread it so you dont miss anything. If you like where I'm taking it then give some reviews.

Chapter 7

As if reading Harry's mind, Fawkes had brought Harry to his room in Grimmauld Place. He did not want to explain what had happened, especially not to Fleur. Would she still marry Bill? She didn't seem to mind his scars, but this was a bit different.

As Harry lay in bed thinking, the door opened and Ron entered. He looked up at Harry surprised, "Harry, where've you been?"

"I went to Godric's Hollow, to see my parent's house," he hoped Ron would not bring up Bill or Lupin.

"Did you find anything? Any clues about you-know-who? Or the Horcruxes?" he asked, sitting down on his bed but no longer looking tired.

"Harry?" The door had opened and Hermione walked through, "We've been worried about you, where have you been?"

"He went to his parent's house," said Ron.

"Without us? I thought we were going to go together," she said with a disappointed look.

"I just needed to see it on my own."

"Wait a minute, how did you get there? Oh Harry you didn't apparate without a license did you?" Hermione said, looking a bit scared.

"No," Harry said, not able to avoid it any longer, "I went with Lupin… and Bill."

"You were with them?" Ron asked, sitting up, "What happened to Bill?"

"Everyone's been really worried," Hermione said, "They should have been back by now shouldn't they?"

"He…he changed."

"He turned into a werewolf?" Ron asked, horrified.

"No, well not exactly," Harry said, trying to think of how to explain what Bill became, "He didn't look like Lupin when he changes, he was a lot more human."

"Well we knew that if he did change it wouldn't be into a normal werewolf," said Hermione, "but we all hoped he wouldn't at all."

"It'll be okay though," said Ron, more to himself than Harry or Hermione, "I mean, Lupin lives a normal life, right."

"I wonder how Fleur will take it," said Hermione.

"She won't, I mean you don't think she'd call it off because of this do you?" Harry asked.

"I hope not," said Ron, "and I hope my mum takes it okay, she was hysterical when he got bitten."

"I guess we'll see what happens when they come back in the morning," said Hermione, with a concerned look on her face. "Goodnight," she added, disapparating.

Ron turned the light off and got into his bed. Harry lay there thinking about Fleur, who was probably sitting down in the kitchen hopefully waiting for her fiancé. There was no telling what was happening in Godric's Hollow now. Lupin may still be chasing Bill through the woods. He forced these thoughts out of his head. He focused on emptying his mind as he drifted off to sleep.

He awoke the next day to find that Ron had already left. He got dressed and headed toward the kitchen. He saw Bill consoling a crying Fleur, and Mr. Weasley holding Mrs. Weasley who was sobbing uncontrollably. Bill must have returned and told them what had happened. Nobody noticed that Harry had entered the room so he turned around and went back through the door, not wanting to be involved. He wandered down the hallway and noticed Lupin in one of the rooms with Tonks. She was bandaging Lupin's wounds, which were seemed very deep.

"Did Bill do all that to you?" Harry asked, entering the room.

"Harry!" Tonks shouted, dropping a roll of gauze.

"No, it wasn't Bill. We ran into a pack of werewolves," said Lupin, wincing slightly as Tonks dabbed some odd smelling liquid onto one of his cuts.

"You what?" Harry asked, "What happened."

"Bill heard their howling and headed straight for them. Of course when they saw that he wasn't a real werewolf they tried to attack him. Then they turned on me once I tried to stop them."

"How did you get away?" Harry asked, horrorstruck.

"Didn't, sun come up and we all changed back. They turned out to be nice guys. Helped me look for Bill all morning."

"But they attacked you," Harry said confused.

"Not all werewolves are bad Harry," Tonks said, looking at Lupin.

"They weren't themselves, and they were really sorry about it. Few werewolves have access to that complex a potion, I'm just lucky to be a member of the Order. Most of them have to head to a safe place and hope they don't run into anyone," Lupin said.

"What about Greyback, he loves being a werewolf," Harry asked angrily. He remembered what Dumbledore had said to him up on the north tower. His lust for blood had become so great he bit even when he wasn't transformed. "He's the reason Bill's the way he is."

"Yes," Lupin said slowly, "There are some werewolves who use their power against people, they work for Voldemort now. But lets not worry about them right now. Do you have any questions about your parent's house?"

"Well, I was curious about something in the graveyard," he said, "Who did that huge tomb belong to?"

"Gryffindor, Harry, Godric Gryffindor."

"He lived there?" Harry asked.

"A very long time ago, yes. That is why it is called Godric's Hollow"

"Lupin," Harry said, "I'm not, related to him am I?"

"Nobody knows. James' dad tried to trace your family line back but I don't think he found anything about your ancestors further than a thousand years."

"But I could be?" Harry asked, excited by the idea.

"Anything is possible Harry."