Sorry for not updating sooner, just that college life has interfered in the form of a lot of research projects! But here it is the fourth installment! People please review! It means a lot to this author to hear some feedback on her story!

Chapter 4

"I know Draco that you cannot 'revive' the dead but you can prevent a death before it happens, no? ." Narcissa's voice had slowly lowered itself to a whisper.

" I still don't understand, are you saying that both Harry and I have these powers, that we can heal others? But how would my being able to heal help Harry, Harry is already past a cure, he is dead. I can't heal him now! How come you never told me mother? This would have been able to save many people who have died since Harry died. If as you say, I have this power then how is it that I've never felt it before, or how did Harry not notice that he held such a powerful talent? I don't understand!"

Draco couldn't understand why his mother was telling him now after everything he'd held dear had disappeared.

"Draco, both your powers and Harry's were sealed at birth by Lily and I. We were once good friends, and when I married Lucius we lost contact, but she came to your birth to see you and she is the one that noticed your powers, we decided that I would seal your powers so that Lucius wouldn't be able to use you, and then Lily gave birth to Harry and the same thing happened, we sealed off his because Lily knew that she would not always be there for Harry, especially since Voldemort was extremely interested in both James and her and wanted to get rid of them, If the fact that the Potter boy could heal others were discovered and the news bandied about, they would all be even more targeted by Voldemort, unfortunately their involvement in the Auror Department was enough for a fanatical and obsessed search for them from Voldemort. Even now I don't understand why Voldemort targeted them specifically, they were certainly good Aurors but there were many heroes in those days, Aurors who had caught even more Death eaters than Lily or James."

Draco's face still showed his incredulity at what his mother was saying. He couldn't understand how she could have hidden this huge part of himself that could have helped so many helpless victims of Voldemort's insanity. But thinking of could have's was useless, he couldn't go to the past... Draco eyes brightened and showed that he had begun to grasp what his mother was trying to say….but of course! he COULD go to the past, but he'd have to plan out carefully how he would do it.

"I could go back in time, time traveling is illegal but at least this once it'll be forgiven, but how to travel back in time without there being two of me at the same time in that timeframe. When I do go back I won't tell anyone in this time what I am doing, it would only worry them and it would be useless they would never remember"

Narcissa smiled indulgently at her son who had just understood what she had known all along.

"Draco, I know of one spell that would be of great use to you, It doesn't work for wizards of average power, but I believe that you are one of the most powerful alive today. I'll show you the incantation tomorrow darling, for now take me to my room, I am feeling very tired."

When his mother mentioned her tiredness, Draco remembered that she was sick and decided to ask her if he could heal her.

"Mother I could heal the sickness you are struggling with."

As she heard this suggestion a poignant smile graced Narcissa's face, " Oh darling, you can't do anything for me now, The sickness has already grabbed a hold of my magic, it will fight yours, and only leave you sick and tired, no son at least in this timeframe you'll not be able to fight off my sickness. Perhaps with Harry, but alone it won't work, I gave birth to you so you have my magic also running in your veins, the sickness will grab a hold of it and make you weak, I'd rather die like this than knowing that you were sick because you were trying to help me. Now take me to my bedroom, please."

Draco could only promise her that he wouldn't try now, but he swore that if he was able to go back in time he would ask Harry to help him cure her, He didn't want to see the only real parent that he had waste away as she was doing now without doing something about it. He picked up his mother and said the password to get out of the garden and next thing they were back inside the bedroom.

Draco gave his mother a kiss on the cheek and told her he'd come see her later.

After leaving his mother's house Draco had gone to a local bar with several illusion spells on himself that would change his appearance and prevent recognition. Ten years ago he had laughed at people who drank to forget, to escape, and yet now that is what he most wanted to do. He didn't want to be Draco Malfoy Most Evil and Hunted Death Eater, he just wanted to be Draco Malfoy friend of Harry Potter, not evil, not hated just himself and nothing more.

Draco thought about what had happened ten years ago and what had brought him to be at 27 a haunted and manic depressed individual. It had been hard in the beginning to convince Voldemort that he had only been with Harry Potter to gather information on the Light side for him, he had thought that Voldemort had believed him and yet here he was ten years later still trying to make sure that Voldemort still believed in him. He knew who had started planting doubts, it was his dearest aunt Bellatrix, she had always been jealous of the fact that he had been forgiven, therefore she did everything in her power to sabotage him in front of Voldemort. It was funny in a way, because Aunt Bella really was the one in the right, except that no one would believe her because they also feared Draco's wrath, and Voldemort for all his cunning could not see what would attract a Slytherin pure-blood to Dumbledore's side. It was sometimes hard but it was always uncomfortable to spout loyal crap for Voldemort to reassure him, the only times he was himself was with Ron and Hermione, they understood the pain he went through and they also knew the sadness of losing Harry. That's why he's been honored when they had chosen him as their secret Keeper, this was a trust that Draco never wanted to be forced to break.

Draco stared at his glass, and decided that Fire whiskey indeed left him feeling very maudlin; he should leave before he lost his grip on his illusion spells.

He stood up on wobbly legs and debated whether he should apparate or use the floo system. He decided to apparate because that way, no one would be able to trace him if they were so inclined to chase after a drunken man.