Mister Malfoy

6th of January, 1995.

Their first Care of Magical Creatures lesson of the new year was a bit of a surprise. Hagrid hadn't been there. Instead, an elderly witch greeted them as they made their way to the usual location. She led them around the paddock that held Beauxbatons horses, and they found themselves looking upon a single unicorn.

Most of the girls had been really giggly and amazed by the white steed.

Harry stayed at the back of the class out of people's lines of sight. He hadn't spoken at all since he got there. Hermione had walked up with the rest of the girls. He snorted when the Professor told them that unicorns didn't like men. He waited until the giggly girls were done, and then he just walked up. There were some things he would hide, but when a teacher spouted nonsense he wasn't about to stand still and just let them.

"What do you think you are doing young man?" the Professor said behind him.

Harry knelt in front of the unicorn and waited. To everyone's surprise, the bright-white steed walked forward and touched his forehead with its muzzle. He had learnt a thing or two from Rhavaniel. He stood up slowly and held his hand out. He wasn't using magic. He didn't need to. He heard some sort of commotion take place behind him, but he was too concentrated on the unicorn in front of him to pay much attention to that until he saw the steed's head turn to someone next to him.

A pale hand reached in and landed on the unicorn's head as Harry was pushed to the side. Years of training kept him on his feet. He stepped to the side as the unicorn rose up on its hind legs so it could kick the kid that had pushed him. Harry moved back in front of the other kid and caught the blow. He was pushed back and collapsed to the ground on top of the other boy. He coughed and blood splattered out over the white snow around them. Harry tried to breathe. He coughed up more blood. He could heal himself. He had to heal himself; his left lung had collapsed. He felt the unicorn's horn touch him, and he took the opportunity. He sent magic throughout his entire body healing his damaged organs. His ears were ringing, but he could tell that the unicorn wouldn't move. He couldn't tell if the unicorn knew that he needed its help, but he appreciated it. He sat up slowly when he felt well enough to move again.

Harry could see Hermione's scared face in the crowd of students. The Professor was standing next to a deathly pale Draco Malfoy. Harry should have known it was him. He stood up slowly and the unicorn bumped his hand. "I'm okay," he said softly. He reached out and petted the steed.

"Never before have I seen anything like this. When I said that unicorns prefer women I meant it," the Professor said.

"I knew she wouldn't mind me," Harry said with a shrug. "It is a mindset. Men can have it too. They don't like dominant personalities which a lot of teen boys tend to emulate even if they don't have that personality type. They don't dislike men because we're men they dislike dominant and aggressive personalities. Neville could walk up to her and she'd be fine because he's nurturing. They don't like all women either. Women can have dominant mindsets too, and they will dislike them."

The Professor looked thoughtful for a moment. She had heard of the idea before. She'd never seen it in practice though. She wasn't sure how it could be that way or how this young man had heard about it, but she couldn't say he wasn't right. "You should have spoken to me first young man five points from Gryffindor for your thoughtlessness and get yourself up to the Hospital Wing."

Harry nodded and headed past her out to the crowd. "What were you thinking Harry?" Hermione hissed. "You could have died."

"Malfoy would have died if I hadn't stepped in between," Harry said. "The unicorn liked me well enough so she healed me. She wouldn't have done that for him. And that kick collapsed a lung. I couldn't breathe."

Hermione's eyes widened. She walked up next to him. Someone had to make sure he would be alright.

When they reached the Hospital Wing Madam Pomfrey came walking up to them with a frown on her face. "What have you done this time?" she asked.

"I stepped in between Draco Malfoy and a kicking unicorn," Harry said. "She healed me afterwards but Professor …"

"Grubbly-Plank," Hermione added.

"Though it would be best if I came to see you," Harry finished.

"She is right, young man. Kicked by a unicorn come here and take your shirt off," Madam Pomfrey said.

Harry did as he was told. He knew he was fine. You didn't become Master Healer without that knowledge. It was funny. He probably had more training than the woman busying herself with looking him over. Though, she probably had more experience with stupid students. As a Healer, he would defer to her while in her domain.

"You seem fine," the matron said after a while. "You'll come back here if you feel strange and I suggest you take it easy for the rest of the day."

"I will," Harry said with a nod. He walked out with Hermione. "I'm heading to the library. See you later."

Hermione nodded. The library hopefully would mean that Harry wouldn't exhaust himself. She left him safe in the knowledge that he would be alright.

Of course, Harry didn't go to the library. It was Friday. He was heading to St. Mugos to heal the Longbottoms. When he got back to Hogwarts he headed straight to bed even though it was still quite early. He collapsed and fell asleep almost immediately.

9th of January, 1995.

Harry sighed as he looked down at the letter in his hand. Dumac was asking for his presence. Something was going on regarding the Cure. He just had to make it through a day of classes first.

…

Kato showed up at Gringotts and asked for a meeting with his manager. He was ushered to Dumac's room.

"I have done some digging," Dumac said. "You needed a name that was yours by right. With some research into your family tree, I found a few names you could use." he placed a list down in front of Harry.

Fleamont - was the maiden name of his great-great-grandmother

Hardwick - was the maiden name of his great grandmother

Sanders - was his grandmother's maiden name

Peverell

Harry looked the list over. Peverell stood out to him. From what Dumac had found it was an old pureblood family. They had been well known and were still quite well known in certain circles. The Potters were obvious descendants, but no one knew how many other descendants there might be. Looking at the other names, Harry knew he could be more hidden using Hardwick or Sanders. Both were active families. The Fleamont line had died out.

"Do we know anything else about the Peverell family?" Harry asked.

"We know that they married into the Slytherin line," Dumac said.

"That means I could be related to Tom Riddle or Voldemort if you prefer using his stupid moniker," Harry said. "That could give me an in with him later. It could get me close to him if he ever was to return."

Dumac nodded. "That might be possible," he said. "So we will go with Peverell?"

"Yes," Harry said.

"Sign this with your new name and then this to simply add your extra names into your existing one. We will seal this document until you turn…?" He looked up at Harry.

"Twenty-six," Harry said.

Dumac nodded.

Harry signed the documents and the one with his full name was sealed. The other one was for Kato Peverell. He now could be seen as an actual person as soon as Dumac had filed everything.

"You wouldn't happen to know another language?" Dumac asked.

"French, but I'm still learning," Kato said. He had stood up. It was time for them to head out.

"Then we are probably better off saying that you are from another English-speaking country," Dumac said.

"Canada," Kato said. "It will be more believable than most other countries."

Dumac hummed as he sent the documents off with another goblin. Then he walked with Kato to a big room filled with doors. "We procured a list of known werewolves from the ministry a little while back. We have invited sixteen of those werewolves here today to ask them if they would be willing to take the cure to prove that it works," he said. "We have a ministry worker from the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures present. Their list wasn't very long so we added to it with a few of our own employees. We need at least eight of them to agree for the Ministry to see it as a proper test."

"I see," Kato said.

"So you are the creator of the Cure then?" a strict-looking man with an impressive moustache asked Kato as he walked up to him.

"I am the one who brought the Cure forward. The one who created it, unfortunately, did not live to see it be brought to the general public," Kato said. "My dear Rhavaniel."

"Then how are you planning on making the potion for all these people?"

"Master Peverell gave us an ever-filling bottle of the potion, Mr Lee," Dumac said. "We have told you this before."

"Right, right. Very true," Lee said.

"The participants should be showing up soon," Dumac said.

Kato nodded. He stood ready to answer questions as people showed up slowly. A woman showed up and Mr Lee greeted her fondly. She spoke with him for a bit and then she turned to Kato. "You have a cure?" she asked.

Kato nodded. "I have seen it work myself several times," he said.

"Chiara?"

"Remus?"

"It has been a long time," Remus said.

"It has," Chiara agreed. "Maybe things are finally looking up. A cure. If this works then we could be normal."

Remus nodded. He had been surprised when the letter from Gringotts arrived. He hadn't expected to ever be rid of the curse that Fenrir had bestowed upon him. He didn't have high hopes, but if it was possible then he wanted it. What he wouldn't do to be normal.

As more people filed into the room Kato and Dumac made their way to a podium.

Eventually, the doors closed and a goblin signalled that everyone had arrived.

"Hello everyone," Kato said. "I know that most of you find the likelihood of a cure to be slim." He gave everyone a sympathetic smile.

"This is why," Dumac said. "We tried this cure for ourselves. Five of you have already taken this cure and we have confirmed that it works. If Mrs Farthing would come up here to join us."

An elder woman with curly iron-grey hair joined them on the podium. She looked kind but there was a hit of steel in her eyes. "I drank the cure before the last full moon and did not turn during it. There are a few among you that know me well enough to know that I was a werewolf but not anymore." She took a step back and gave the stage back to Kato.

"You have been asked here to cement this cure to the ministry. You do not need to participate, but it would help us if you did," Kato said. "We want to prove to the Ministry that this can be done so that people like you and your families can come to feel safer."

"Will you force people to take the cure?"

"Not at this time," Kato said. "I am simply offering it. If, for some reason, the Ministry wishes to decide differently that is up to them, but they will have to go through me and my manager first since we are the ones holding the Cure."

"What will it cost?"

"I will not demand payment of any kind for Werewolves to receive the Cure," Kato said. "I stand for all costs connected to administering the Cure and protecting it. However, if you wish to aid us then there will be an account set up where you can donate money. The money donated will be used first and foremost to employ a group of people, preferably former werewolves, who can try to find other werewolves and make them aware of the existence of our cure. If there is more money than that it will be used to help former werewolves back on their feet."

People in the crowd spoke to those around them and Remus turned to Chiara. "This sounds almost too good to be true," she said.

Remus agreed. Suddenly, a person appeared with a fully functioning cure, and they were giving it out for free. It seemed surreal to him. It was like a dream come true. He could tell that people were sceptic and he wasn't surprised, but some were adamant that the woman, Farthing, had been a werewolf and that she hadn't turned last full moon.

"If you wish to participate in this trial then please step into line and add your name to the list. We will make sure that there is enough of the Cure for all of you."

"If we don't want to participate then?"

"There is the door," Kato said. "You are free to come back and get the Cure after we have taken it through this trial."

"Will you do it?" Chiara asked Remus.

"Yes," Remus said.

"So will I," Chiara said. "My husband and I want children, but with my condition, we have chosen not to. If this works we can finally have a baby."

"I would ask them how soon after taking the Cure it is safe to have a child," Remus pointed out.

Chiara nodded. They reached the front of the line and she signed her name. She turned to Kato and asked her question.

"I am not sure," Kato said. "I would say if that is something you want in the immediate future then we can set up a check-up for you say two weeks after the control here."

"You are a healer?" Chiara asked.

"Master Healer Kato Peverell at your service," Kato said as he offered her a slight bow.

"Clan Alfknif supports Mr Peverell's claim. He is not a Healer as most humans would acknowledge it, but he is fully certified in Healing among other things."

"I am the personal healer of Mr and Mrs Longbottom and under my care, their condition has seen improvement for the first time. Any Healer working near the Janus Ward can confirm this if the words of the goblin do not satisfy you," Kato said.

Chiara nodded slowly. "I would like to set up that meeting," she said.

Kato and Chiara moved to the side so people could continue signing the document. They decided to meet on the twenty-sixth of February, and Chiara left with a spring in her steps that she hadn't had for years.

Remus walked up to Kato after he too had signed the document. "You said you are healing the Longbottoms?" he said.

"Any information about my patients is strictly protected by my Oath," Kato said.

"But they are doing better?" Remus asked.

"Maybe you should go see for yourself," Kato said with a knowing gleam in his eyes. He got the signal from Dumac that they were done. He signed back that he understood and he turned back to Remus. "I really must go now. I have a lot of things on my plate. I hope that you will be cured and that your life takes a turn for the better. Good evening, sir." Kato had almost said Remus' name but had stopped himself just in time.

Remus responded and watched Kato as he left through the doors. There was something strange that he just couldn't put his finger on. Something about Kato seemed familiar somehow. He shook his head. It was probably nothing.

Kato walked quite quickly on his way out of the bank. So quickly, that he almost ran into a group of people who had decided to stop right outside the doors. He grabbed the man he had run into and steadied him. "Excuse me, sir," he said.

"Ah, there you are how about we discuss that arrangement now." A firm hand landed on Kato's shoulder and he let himself be guided down the steps to the bank. The man he had run into was staring after them as they disappeared into the crowd.

"I thought I would never be rid of them," the man said as he let go of Kato's shoulder.

"Trouble with the Ministry not being able to think for themselves?" Kato asked as he turned around. He was standing face to face with Lucius Malfoy, Lord Malfoy and the father of Draco Malfoy.

"Unfortunately," Lucius said. His eyes narrowed somewhat. He looked at the young man he had grabbed up and down. He was dressed in well-tailored robes, while not expensive as such certainly spoke of an above-average income. "I do not think I know who you are," he said before introducing himself. "And you are?"

"Kato Peverell, sir," Kato said.

"Peverell?" Lucius said. The name sounded familiar.

"So what has our Ministry in such a state that they need to hound one of the Minister's more esteemed advisors?" Kato asked.

"Werewolves," Lucius snorted. "Every other month it is werewolves."

"I see and they are against the Cure?" Kato asked.

Lucius gave him a look that told him that he had now piqued his interest. "Are you involved with this cure, Mr Peverell?" Lucius asked.

"I brought it to the goblins," Kato said.

Lucius' eyes narrowed slightly as he decided what to do. The more he knew about this cure the better. "Would you mind joining me for dinner, Mr Peverell?" he asked. "I would very much like to discuss this matter further with you."

Kato knew that he was holding the Minister's opinion of the Cure in his hands right now. Declining Lucius' invitation or angering him now could turn the Ministry against him. "I would be honoured," he answered. As much as he disliked the Malfoys in the past, he had gotten to know people like them, and he knew there was always something motivating them. That motivation wasn't always bad. For now, he would give Lucius the benefit of the doubt.

They found themselves in a rather fancy restaurant sitting in a private room. It was obvious that Lucius was a frequent guest and the owner himself made an appearance just to check so they were satisfied.

As they started to eat Lucius finally breached the subject that he wanted to talk about. "So you created this cure?" he asked.

"No my late fiancé did," Kato answered.

"I'm sorry for your loss," Lucius said.

Kato offered a small smile. "I miss her, but it was a long time coming. We knew she would leave this world," he said.

"And now you have brought her creation forward so that it can be used to better the lives of werewolves everywhere," Lucius said.

"It is what she wanted," Kato said.

"And the funding?" Lucius asked.

"I stand for the costs myself," Kato responded.

Lucius nodded slowly. That meant the young man before him had substantial funds. "It is a very noble thing to do," he said.

"We always thought it would be better if Werewolves can be contributing members of society," Kato said.

"That is certainly true," Lucius said. That was a valid argument he could use. Personally, he was feeling that curing the werewolves was a good thing. Removing an affliction that forced violence could only benefit society. "What will you do with those werewolves that don't want to take the Cure?" he asked.

"That isn't for me to decide," Kato said. "If the Ministry wants to force it and they have a good reason to do so, then we will provide the Cure. Like, let's say they bring in Fenrir Greyback who I know is a dangerous man that uses his affliction to hurt people. I would cure him just to stop him."

"That is certainly understandable," Lucius said. He had never liked Greyback and would not be sad if the man was forced to lose the power he had. "You are very generous to offer this without asking anything in return," he pointed out.

"My family is well enough off that I don't need to worry," Kato said.

"Speaking of your family," Lucius said. "Peverell is a name familiar to me but I cannot place it."

"It disappeared into the female lines here in Britain. It might have in my family too, but at some point, we picked it back up. The goblins confirmed that I am a Peverell. They are particular about things like that. Here they married into the Slytherin line and the Potter line. That might be why you recognise the name," Kato said.

"Meaning you are related to the Potters," Lucius said.

"I would assume," Kato said. "I'm not from Britain. My family has moved around a lot, but mostly we have lived in Canada. My sister likes the landscape. She basically raised me after our parents died."

"I see," Lucius said.

"Lord Malfoy." A waiter walked up to them with a letter on a platter.

"Do you mind?" Lucius asked as he took the letter.

"Not at all," Kato said. He waited for Lucius to read the letter.

Lucius sighed. "Word from the wise," he said. "Do not have children." He placed the letter down.

"Trouble?" Kato asked.

Lucius shook his head. "He got himself into detention for putting another student in danger. According to the reports I got he should be glad to be alive. The other student saved his life," he said. He was starting to wonder where he went wrong. Draco was spoiled and he guessed his wife and he were to blame. He didn't know how to fix that however and mentioned as much to Kato.

"My sister had a similar problem," Kato said. "She married a man, a widower, who already had children, and he had maybe coddled them a bit too much. She managed to set the boys straight. I was around for a good bit of that."

"Right now anything that could help would be good," Lucius said.

"Stop solving his problems unless they are life-threatening," Kato said. "School thing he should be able to handle himself. How old is he?"

"Fourteen soon fifteen," Lucius answered.

"Then he can handle his own problems," Kato said dismissively. "If you really want him to learn how to handle himself later, you could always send him off with an amount of money and tell him he better not come back until he has doubled it. Or you could set him up with a Master."

Lucius nodded slowly. Both plans had their merits. and. He would certainly consider it. "Sound advice," he said. He checked the time. "I believe that it is time we said goodbye for tonight. I would very much want to meet you again Mr Peverell."

"The pleasure has been all mine, Lord Malfoy," Kato responded. They took their leave and went their separate ways. Lucius Malfoy was undoubtedly an interesting character. Kato knew he would have to tread carefully, but getting to know Lucius could be worth a lot in the long run.

Harry groaned as he entered the common room. Hermione had stayed up waiting for him. How was he going to deal with her? He was too tired to have the real talk now. He deflected her and hurried up to the dorms. He knew she wouldn't be happy, but he wasn't prepared to tell her what was going on yet.