He hadn't really dwelt on the thought of that, but the Healers had given him some indication.
"They said the blood spells didn't show any of the right chemicals for it to happen, and that if anything did it would only be a partial transformation. It'll hurt, I know that. Otherwise, I don't have a clue. They'll keep me locked up, I suppose. They've got a whole block of cells down there for new cases and werewolves under medical treatment. I hear they're nicer than the Ministry ones, at least."
There was a knock on the door and he looked up to see the lead Healer assigned to his case.
"I guess it's time," Bill said, turning to Fleur. Leaning in, he kissed her tenderly. "I'll be back soon, okay? Don't be scared."