Icarus Syndrome | By : WhiteNightmare66 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 21216 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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Icarus Syndrome
Icarus, too consumed by
the wind and the rush of flying, kept going higher and higher. His
eyes were focused on the sun, the unattainable brilliance shining
just above him. The wax began to melt faster, feathers beginning to
fall. Then suddenly, they were gone. He reached his hand out to the
sun, calling for aid from the sky, and screamed as he was plunged
into the greedy sea, ignored by the golden radiance he had fought to
reach.
He was beautiful, if you
didn't mind the scars along his face, neck and arms. But they too had
their own beauty, creating a pattern that one would have to see in
its entirety to fully understand. He pulled the heavy cloak over his
shoulders, dreading each moment as the dawn began to break. Cool air
crept under the cloak and bit at his nude body. This curse would
activate upon the light of day, completing the incantation his father
wove around him. He felt the tears begin to trek down his cheeks and
wiped them away diligently.
His silver hair glittered
gold as the light began to seep into the room. He wasn't ready for
this. He'd never be ready for this. The first ray of light fell over
him and the scars began to react and glow gold. The cloak fell away
from his shoulders as the magic began to swirl around him, and the
pattern of wings and spirals glowing over his pale skin. He screamed
as they turned violently red and sprays of blood splattered to the
floor. As the sun rose completely over the skyline, Draco Malfoy
vanished in a burst of gold light.
-X-
“Hermione, why are we
up so early?” Ron forced through a yawn, swaying dangerously on
his feet. Harry was leaning on the wall for support and didn't seem
to be faring any better.
“Because, Ron, we
need to go to the Headmaster. Now.” She glared at them and
tossed her hair back, looking feral.
“Why again?”
Harry asked, beginning to be more aware, especially as Hermione had a
rather dangerous aura around her.
“Were neither of you
listening when I told you last night?” She yelled in
frustration. They winced, just knowing that their hearing was
damaged. Hermione came into a set of vocal cords her seventeenth
year, and used them viciously. “We've got class today and we
can't skip that. I told you two to be ready before breakfast. Harry,
this is getting out of hand.”
“Uh, sorry?”
Ron offered tentatively. She glared at him, and then at Harry before
snorting and stalking down the hallway. “He'll still be there
after dinner, you know Hermione. It's not that serious.”
“We need to see the
Headmaster.” She began with a very forceful tone, “About
Harry's-”
Golden light interrupted
her and they winced under the intensity, before an echoing thud
resounded through the corridor. Harry Potter rubbed the back of his
head and rose up, leaning on one arm. Ron had lost his balance and
was sprawled in a mess of limbs. Hermione had only backed a few steps
back but her mouth had dropped open and she stared at Harry.
“What the hell was
that?” He asked gruffly, but all she did was stare at him, or
more specifically, his lap. Frowning at her, he glanced down and felt
his own mouth fall open. Draped over his lap, completely naked, was
Draco Malfoy and he was covered in blood and scars. He was also
unconscious, to cover all the bases.
“I think this is what
we need to see Dumbledore about now.” She said slowly,
approaching Harry to roll the blond out of his lap gently. Blood
spilled out to the floor as she moved him and she gasped.
“I think we need to
get him to the hospital wing first.” Harry said, mind still
blank. Ron came up beside them, pale as a sheet.
“Why are Slytherins
falling out of the sky?” He asked stunned. Hermione exchanged a
look with Harry and opened her mouth before closing it again. Harry
just shrugged and pulled off his cloak. He covered the blond with it
and Hermione added hers on top of his.
“Ron, just help me
get him up to Pomfrey. We'll figure it out up there.” Harry
grabbed his legs and Ron hesitatingly grabbed his arms and they
hefted him up. Hermione led them up the stairs, giving them
directions nervously. This definitely wouldn't look good if the
Golden Trio was found carrying the bleeding body of Draco Malfoy
through the Hogwarts Halls.
-X-
“How dare you.”
His father bit out. “You have brought your entire house to
shame, Draco. Your ancestors are all but rolling in their graves. How
dare you shame us this way.” He brought the cane down again,
striking his cheek. “Was it not enough for you that you had to
shame me in public?”
“I can't anymore.”
He pleaded.
“Can't what? Shame
me? No, you've already done that well beyond even my wildest dreams.
I am ashamed to have my blood in your veins.” He struck him
again, lips drawn back in a sneer as the boy cried out. “You
are no longer my heir. No longer Malfoy.”
He drew his wand, and began
to whisper. Draco screamed as the wings grew out of his back, bone
growing rapidly, covered with flesh and feathers just as quickly.
Then they began to burn, slowly catching fire and melting, littering
the ground with feathers and chunks of flesh. Then the imprint began
to sink into his skin, a design of flaming wings and falling feathers
covering his body.
“You won't know this
curse. But you deserve it. Like Icarus who ignored his father's
warnings, so have you ignored mine, and like Icarus you will burn and
be dropped into the sea, and I have made it your greatest enemy and
desire.” Lucius Malfoy spat at his former heir, revulsion
shining in stone colored eyes. Draco felt his vision blur and then
blackness engulfing his entire vision.
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