First time writing this pair. Hope you all enjoy. Things will start slow but will pick up. I promise.
The views reflected about Werewolves are my own. This is AU so characters may go OOC. Weasley bashing will occur. So if you don't like that, please click off now

*This story will eventually be on AO3 as well. That's where the mature content version of this story will be*

*Checks bank account* Nope, I do not own the rights to Harry Potter. That is J.K. Rowling.

I only own any O.C.'s

Harry arrived to the Burrow uncertain of why Bill had requested everyone's presence. It was odd to him since Bill always kept family matters among the Weasley's only. Harry remembered the last time Bill addressed something with his family, he refused to do so until Harry and even Hermione left. He said it was strictly a family matter that did not pertain to the two of them. At that time, Hermione was dating Ron and Harry had just gotten back together with Ginny. That was almost a year and a half ago. Harry shook his head as he remembered that he was going to need to pay attention.

When he walked into the Burrow, everyone was sitting in the living area including Charlie and Percy. Even after a year and a half, he was still not used to not seeing Fred or Hermione there. He tried not to think about why Fred was not there. The reason Hermione wasn't there was because she had broken up with Ron eleven months ago and that caused a confrontation between her and Ginny. One that left Ginny hexed by a countered Bat-Bogey Hex and Hermione slamming the door behind herself. Since then, Molly had made it clear that Hermione was not welcomed back.

Harry sat down in the chair that Molly had purchased just for him. Ginny sat on the arm next to him. Everyone in the room was anxious. Especially Fleur, who was sitting in a chair with her knee anxiously bouncing.

"Fleur, any idea what is bloody going on?" George asked.

"Language, George," Molly scolded and George rolled his eyes.

Fleur held her hands out and shrugged. "I do not know vy Bill is not 'ere yet or vy he wanted to meet with everyone. I am as confused as you are. 'e has been away fer zee last three months fer our job." Her English always reverted to being bad when she was anxious, angry and or emotional.

The room went silent again while they anxiously waited. It was during that time that Harry noticed George had dyed his hair black. Before he could comment, Bill he walked through the door. He slowly and quietly stood in front of all of them and took a deep breath. Harry and Fleur both knew then that Bill was about to deliver bad news. It was reaffirmed for Harry when Ginny squeezed his hand.

"Thank you all for being here," Bill began. "I have asked you to come here because all of you deserve to know that there have been some changes in my life and you all deserve to know about what is going to be changing."

"Well it can't be that serious, Bill. You're making it sound like we'll never see you again," Molly replied.

Bill sighed. "Some of you might not," he admitted. "It will depend on how you choose to respond to what I am going to tell you." He took another deep breath and cracked his neck. Not wanting any further interruptions.

Harry winced when Ginny squeezed his hand even harder. He also saw that Fleur was becoming scared as Bill had not even looked at her once since he arrived. Harry focused on Bill again as he continued.

"I have been lying to all of you for the last year. It was discovered while I was still in the hospital wing at Hogwarts, that the werewolf that scarred me was not Fenrir Greyback. It was in fact, another from his pack named, Spaulding Talbot. I was battling Greyback when he took me down. As I was getting back up, Talbot is the one the clawed my face while in form. Remus was the one who discovered this and went about helping me before he died. Merlin rest his soul. He thought that he could get the Wolfsbane potion into me in enough time to stop the effects. It was he who recommended... insisted rather, that I lie and say that it was Greyback in human form. Foolishly I went along with it. I was given what remained of Remus's Wolfsbane potion after his unfortunate passing. It lasted me up until six months ago," he admitted and his eyes scanned every person in the room. The entire room gasped in shock. Fleur's hands covered her mouth.

"When the first full moon was upon after I ran out of the Wolfsbane, I lied to Fleur and went to a location far away from our home because I knew it was happening and wanted to be safe for the transformation. I have done so every full moon since then. I thought that I was the only one in that area for at least four months. The fourth month was when... When I... encountered, a pack of other Werewolves. Just like me. Then three months ago... well... three months ago... I discovered my... my true mate within the pack. The fellow Werewolf who I am truly meant to be with," he finished.

"What are you talking about?" Goerge shouted.

"Yes, Bill. Vat do you meen? You're married to me," Fleur added with tears in her eyes.

He sighed again. "We're not married anymore, Fleur," he replied and handed her a parchment. "I had the goblins do me a favor and pull strings with the Ministry to make this happen and take care of my other affairs. You and I are now officially divorced. I have left you all of the savings in our vault. Fifty percent of my personal vault has gone to Harry and the other fifty percent has gone to the family. The cottage, the property and all of our possessions have been paid in full and now belong to you, Fleur. I'm sorry, Fleur. Honestly I am but I have to do what I feel is right for me and that is being with my pack and living freely away from civilization."

Fleur jumped up crying and threw her arms around him. "I do not care if you are a Werewolf, Bill. I love you! Please do not do zis to me. Please! I do not vant to lose you. I don't vant ze money or ze cottage. I just vant you! I love you! S'il vous plaît! S'il vous plaît!"
Harry looked on in complete disbelief while Bill carefully removed Fleur from around himself. Harry felt terrible for her. More so, he could not believe any of the things he was hearing. Then he took notice to something that really upset him. Ginny was trying to conceal the smile that was slowly forming at the corners of her mouth. Ron recaptured Harry's attention when kept things going with even more questions while everyone else was trying to process what was going on. Ignoring that Fleur was knelt down on the floor sobbing uncontrollably into her hands and begging for Bill to not do this.

"Who the hell could you possibly leave her for?" Ron asked. "There's no one better for you."

"A member of my pack who the moons determined is meant to be my mate for life," he answered with a hint of annoyance before waving towards the door. "Come here, my love."

Ron's eyes grew wide on anger when Bills mate walked into the room. "Lavender?" Ron shouted. "You're with my ex girlfriend, Bill? ... Wait a minute, you're alive, Lavender?"

Bill answered before she could. "As I have accepted what I am and I have chosen to live with the pack and live by their ways. I've never been happier. I found out she was meant to be my mate when in my first transformation with our pack, she was the first one who was compelled to hunt with me. Our leader says that means that we are soul mates. You will have to accept that, Ron. I'm sorry you and Fleur are hurt."

Fleur grabbed Bill's arm as he was turning around. She stared into his eyes with tears streaming from hers. " S'il vous plaît?"

He again removed her hand from his arm and whispered again, "I'm sorry, Fleur."

"Bill!" she shouted. " S'il vous plaît? Can I just kiss you, one last time? S'il vous plaît?" she begged.

Harry held back his own tears when Bill looked at Lavender as she closed her eyes and nodded at Bill. Fleur held his shoulders and kissed him as passionately and sorrowfully as she could. Harry, unlike everyone else in the room, knew that both of those emotions could ever be put into a kiss at the same time. Harry's heart broke further when he saw that Bill was rolling his eyes and not kissing her back. Once Fleur broke the kiss, she fell to her knees crying. Harry rushed over to comfort her, much to Ginny's chagrin.

When Bill looked up, Ron punched him jaw. "You bastard! You knew she was a Werewolf! You convinced her to fake her death just so she-" he was cut off from making further accusations when Lavender grabbed and threw him effortlessly across the room. She stood over him growling when Bill pulled her behind himself.

"Goodbye, everyone. Whether you believe it or not, I do love you all," were the last words Bill spoke before he put put his hand on Lavenders back and left the Burrow.

There was a sorrowed silence in the room. Harry placed his hand on Fleur's back and she threw her arms around him with her face face buried into his shoulder. The only sound that could be heard was Felur sobbing into Harry's shoulder. They all sat to process the information they had just been given and the events that took place. Percy got up to leave. Molly and George stopped him.

"You aren't seriously going to the Ministry are you?" Molly demanded to know.

"Yes I am, actually," Percy replied.

Harry glared up at him but George spoke first. "You're really going to be reporting our brother for being a werewolf?"

Percy glared back offended. "I am going to make certain that does not happen! Our family has been through enough," he answered and stormed off outside to apparate.

"That damn, Bill," Ron muttered.

Harry glared up at him. "You're still bothered about that when Fleur has just had her heart broken worse than you ever had? You haven't even spoken or thought about Lavender since the war!"

"You don't know that, Harry!"

"You have done nothing but whine about losing Hermione and being a victim! Stop and consider the feelings of someone else for once in your selfish existence!"

Harry didn't know where this was all coming from. Only that he was upset that no one but him was worried about Fleur. His attention returned to her when she began whispering, "I can't go back 'ome. Not zayer. Not Zayer. Eets not 'ome anymore. Not anymore."

He turned her head towards him so she would look at him. "Fleur, I understand that you don't want to return to Shell Cottage. I can put you up at Grimmauld Place until you know what you want to do."

"I don't think so, Harry!" Ginny shouted.

Harry looked up at Ginny taken aback. "Excuse me?" he asked with anger and confusion in his tone.

"You are not putting her up in our home. I don't want her there."

Harry removed Fleur's arms from around him and stood up while she watched him still sobbing. "How in the hell is that your decision at all, Ginny?"

Ginny held her arms out. "Seeing as we're together and you're offering to put up Phlegm in our home, I'd say it's my decision too."

Harry let out a grunt and rolled his eyes frustrated. "We are not married and you have chosen to live here at the Burrow. Therefore Grimmauld Place is my home. Just mine. Meaning that no part of this is your decision at all. I will put up whoever I choose in my home."

Ginny rolled her eyes this time. "We might as well be married so we should start acting like it."

"I can not believe you're doing this again right now. She needs all of the friends she has. Once again you're saying that we should start 'acting married,' just so you can get your way," Harry shouted.

"I never liked her. I merely tolerated Phlegm for the sake of my brother."

"Do not call her that!"
"Harry, that's not like you to yell at Ginny like that," Molly scolded.

"Why are you more concerned about her than the fact that we just lost our brother?" Ron added.

"I'm still trying to make sense of what just happened with Bill," he replied. "Where you just lost your brother, Fleur just lost her husband or don't you care?"

"Why are you more concerned about her? We're your friends. Your family, Harry!" Ron scolded.

"Fleur is my friend too. I am allowed to be concerned about a hurting friend!"

Ginny sighed. "You've never had the greatest judgment when it comes to your friend selection."

"Relationships either apparently," he replied.

With that he took Fleur's hand, pulled her out the door with him and apparated with her at the corner of the yard. He guided Fleur through the wall and to Grimmauld Place. Once in the door, Harry quickly changed the wards to keep out Molly, Ron and especially, Ginny. He did not want any of them following him and knew all of them would try and justify what Ginny said. When he was done, he discovered that Fleur had cried herself to sleep on the couch in the study. He summoned a blanket and covered her up. He decided he would get her set up with her room in the morning then retrieve her belongings from Shell Cottage. That gave him the rest of the night to prepare himself for the impending disaster that would be coming afterward. He planned to go to the Burrow to have a discussion with the Weasley's about what happened.