the_debt_of_time

As if Bill's attack or the Death Eaters' infiltration had not been enough, Harry's
sudden appearance followed by his delivery of what had happened on top of the
Astronomy Tower had everyone in shock. Remus felt the wolf inside of him growl
furiously as he fought to control his rage.
Dumbledore was dead.
Sirius had been right all along: Snape was a murderer.
Remus resolved to listen to every word his remaining friends said with great faith.
He had made too many mistakes over the years by not trusting Mia and Sirius. As far as he
was concerned, any word that came out of Hermione's mouth from this point forward was
golden, if only because his history showed he had a serious lack of results when it came to
making decisions on his own.
While the others began exchanging their version of the night's events to put the
pieces together, he made his way back to Bill's side, somehow feeling responsible for the
state the young man was in.
Remus had faced Greyback only twice in his entire life. The first, as a child—when
he had been originally infected. The second, as a teenager—when he had formed his pack.
Padfoot and Mia had distracted the older wolf in order to free Moony of the Alpha's power,
and Prongs had run him into the ground, spilling his blood in the Forbidden Forest. Moony
had done what he needed to do to assert his power over the other wolf, to break free, but
he should have killed him—killed him right then and there. If he had, then Bill would not
be lying in the bed before him, irreversibly damaged.
Suddenly, Bill stirred and tried to speak.
"Bill?" Remus asked as he leant over, looking down at the young man.
"Remus," Bill choked out. "We going to be sharing a cage anytime soon?"
Remus let out an exhausted laugh, smiling sadly. "Afraid not. I hope you like your
steaks rare, though," he said with a bit of humour, feeling a strange weight lift off of his
shoulders when Bill smiled at him. "Lie back and rest. You're being taken care of," he
assured him as the redhead fell back asleep almost instantly.
Just then, the doors of the hospital wing burst open. Arthur and Molly Weasley
were striding up the ward, Fleur Delacour just behind them.
"Molly, Arthur." Minerva stood to greet them. "I am so sorry―"