I was thinking of making this chapter longer, but then I thought...I don't know if anyone is still reading...so I just left it at a sort of cliffhanger, but I am hoping with more reviews, I'll definitely update very soon.

Anyway, this chapter reveals the identity of that mystery HP character (or not so much if you knew who it was already) and also sees the death of...you'll see...

Please, pretty please, with a cherry on top, Review!!! I mean, that is, if you want to see what happens next...

The Traveler

Chapter 5, Getting it together

"Harry..." Draco said slowly, unsure if he should even be here. He doubted he would be even receptive to the idea, but on the other hand, he knew Harry seriously needed to do something completely unrelated to miserably dwelling on the shadows of the past...that haunted and reminded the few sane survivors of that final battle, of what could have been, what was and will never be...

With no answer, he decided to just Apparate in, hoping Harry hadn't thought of putting an anti-Apparating ward in place.

When he tried to get in, he was immediately blasted backwards as an invisible wall blocked his way.

"Apparently he had...great I have to do it the tedious way now..." He complained aloud, unworried if any of the neighbors had heard him.

"Open the door! I swear to you I will haunt you till the day you die if you continue to ignore me!" He shouted, knocking the door.

It had been an hour, and he felt like a tremendous idiot, standing out here, waiting for someone to answer the door. Why could he not THINK of another way? A better way in...his mind was drawing an irritating blank.

Just when he was about to kick the door, a display of blue and white sparkly lights appeared before him.

"Need some help?" Chris asked, holding back a laugh as he saw the look on Draco's face.

"You knew, didn't you?" He accused, very suspicious of why he had bothered to come.

"I have little joys in my life...couldn't help myself. And anyway I told you I had to come to take him to the right time. But I'm surprised you didn't think to call me...what happened?"

"Oh, shut up, will you?" Draco snapped back.

A gun shot was heard coming from the house, the second floor. It sounded like someone was hit. Draco looked to Chris and he urgently took hold of his hand and orbed them into the house.

"Potter! Harry! Oh, whatever. Where are you?" Draco yelled, running up the stairs.

Chris had a bad feeling, he could feel the stench of death throughout the whole house, but there was still hope yet... He orbed quickly after sensing the exact location to where he should go. By the time he got there, he saw Draco holding an eerily still body in his arms. Draco looked up at him as if to say "fix it, NOW"

Chris, though he could not heal the whitelighter way, knew that with his council-given powers he could easily heal the dead, dying, or injured. But he hardly bothered to use it because there were such great odds if the councils would allow the person to be healed, it depended on certain things. He just hoped that this time they could allow him to heal successfully.

He went over to the body, knelt down beside it, and softly asked Draco to show him where the fatal bullet wound was. He pointed, with a shaking finger, at a spot just at where the heart should have been beating. The wound was bleeding gradually, but showed no signs of letting up.

"He...shot his heart," He explained, overwhelmed.

Chris looked at the wound, and once he had a clear picture of it in his mind, he concentrated on making the wound close, seeing it become repaired, so all that was left was undamaged skin. Heal, wound. Go away. He said into his mind. And as hopefully expected, the wound was no more. It was as if it had never been there.

"Harry? Are you okay?" Draco asked with grave concern.

Harry took one shuddering breath, and once he had readjusted himself to his surroundings, he glared at the two people in front of him.

"Just what do you think you're doing?" He demanded.

TBC...do you think I should continue?