A/N: I don't own Harry Potter.


Bill stared at the moon through the window. It would be full in a few days.

In a few days they would know for sure if he was a werewolf.

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.

Fleur was standing by him. He smiled when she touched his scars and declared how handsome he was.

"Every 'ero 'az scars," she had whispered. He smiled wider.

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.