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Icarus Syndrome	By : WhiteNightmare66 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 21216 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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He came awake with a
scream. Hunched over, he buried his face in his hands and tried to
swallow back sobs and cries.

“Mr. Malfoy?”
He jumped as he heard the voice, hands falling to his sides as his
eyes frantically scanned the room. White everywhere. The hospital
wing. There was no way he'd fallen here. Someone must have brought
him. He realized that he was still being stared at and turned toward
the eyes, freezing as he took them in.

“Mr. Malfoy?”
Dumbledore looked worried and concerned enough for his taste, but it
was the frightened trio behind him that made the blood drain out of
his face. He felt the warring impulses to run and hide and to scream
at them before the option was taken entirely out of his hands.
Dumbledore ushered them out the door, presumably to his office
because there was no way he would send them off anywhere else.
Pomfrey bustled through them and carried a tray of potions to the
Headmaster's side.

“Mr. Malfoy, do you
remember how you got here?” He asked patiently. Pomfrey snorted
and smiled kindly at him as she handed him a potion.

“Here, Mr. Malfoy,
drink this first. It'll help that throat of yours. If the Headmaster
could wait a few minutes for his questions, I'll get you properly
taken care of.”

“Of course, Madam.”
He responded, still sounding anxious but guilty. His blue eyes
weren't twinkling, but had very sad glimmer. It made him feel sick
and unworthy.

“Mr. Malfoy, if you
would please drink this.” He downed it, but decided to speak as
she turned to get the next.

“It's just Draco now.
Draco Black, I'd imagine.” He whispered, casting his eyes down
to the bedside. It wasn't any secret that his father disowned him.
Not after two days ago. It was his mother's support that was
surprising, coupled with the fact that she rather forced him to take
her maiden name instead of being left without a title all together.

“Ah, yes, I'd
forgotten.” Dumbledore intoned, conjuring a comfy chair that
had a revolting purple and gold pattern. He settled into as Draco
drained the last of his potions. “I had not realized that
Lucius would be so hasty.”

“He's decided to sire
another, proper heir to take my place.” He said, still softly.

“My condolences.”
Dumbledore actually sounded very sorry for him, the sympathy all but
gushing out in waves. Draco remained silent and it stayed that way
until Pomfrey took her tray and left them. He couldn't even see the
Golden Trio any longer. “You were brought here this morning by
Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, and Ms. Ganger. Do you have any recollection
of how this came to be?”

He remained silent.

“Ah. Madam Pomfrey
was able to do a few diagnosis spells and we were rather surprised to
find the remains of a very dark and dangerous curse. Do you know that
you are a victim of such a thing?” He nodded once, biting his
lip. “And the caster? Do you know his identity?”

“Yes.” He
whispered. “But I can't tell you. I can't even tell you the
name of the spell.”

“Is there anything
you can tell me to assist you? Any detail, no matter how minor, would
be greatly appreciated.”

“The caster mentioned
Icarus fairly often during our conversation. The caster also said
something about it being what I deserve.” He knew it was
childish, but he still wanted to protect his father, if only for his
mother's sake. His father would never be incriminated for the curse
if he had anything to say about it. Even if he wasn't acknowledged as
nothing more than a traitor to the family and blood, it was still
Malfoy blood in his veins and he would never implicate his own
father.

“Ah. Thank you, Mr.
Black.” Dumbledore brought his hands together, lacing the
fingers over his knees. “Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, and Ms.
Ganger found you this morning on their way to my office. As you can
see, they brought you here and alerted me to the situation. Madam
Pomfrey also made note that she was unable to heal the large scars
along your body, which led to the discovery of the dark magic.”
Draco nodded, clenching the sheets under his hands. “Mr.
Weasley described the incident as “the Slytherin fell from the
sky” as I believe were his exact words.”

Draco felt his mouth quirk
into an amused scowl. He raised his eyes slowly and met Dumbledore's
head on.

“I will investigate
this curse, Mr. Black, and I will find some way to reverse it.”
He promised solemnly.

“If there's nothing
to be done, I would still like to thank you for the effort you would
be expending on my behalf.” He said a little stiffly. He was
fairly certain there was nothing that could be done. “I would
like to thank you anyway, sir, for helping me.”

“Mr. Black, I
consider every student that walks these halls worth every effort. I
would never withhold my full support if it would help, in even the
smallest of matters.” Dumbledore smiled slowly, looking every
inch completely genuine. Draco found he could do little else but nod
and watch as the man left his side, leaving behind a thick tome.

He stared at it, wondering
why the man would simply leave it behind. Hesitatingly, he lifted the
book and turned the cover to the main page. A Complete Collection
Of Greek Mythology...

-X-

“Ah, thank you for
waiting here for me.” Dumbledore smiled gently as he took a
seat behind his desk, amused at the impatient Gryffindors seated
before him. “Mr. Black, will be-”

“Black? Isn't it
Malfoy who's hurt?” Ron interrupted.

“It's Black because
his father disowned him. Surely you remember two days ago, Ron?”
Hermione said irritably. “The news was everywhere.”

“Oh. Missed that,
then.” Ron turned a light red and fidgeted nervously.

“You were saying?”
Harry frowned at his friends before turning back to Dumbledore.

“Yes. Mr. Black will
remain in the Hospital Wing until we have found the counter-curse to
whatever caused this morning's incident.”

“Do you have any idea
what the curse was?” Hermione asked.

“No, Mr. Back did not
know the name.”

“What about the
caster? Why would they curse him now, I mean, the war's over, isn't
it?” Harry asked sounding irritated. His fingers were tapping
on his knee and his friends exchanged glances over his head.

“Mr. Black also did
not name his caster.” Dumbledore confirmed. “However,
there is more than enough physical evidence and information I was
given by Mr. Black to narrow down the choices considerably.”

“Can I help?”
Hermione asked imploringly. “I mean, I practically know the
library backwards by now, and there has to be a reason he appeared in
front of us, right?”

“Quite right, Ms.
Granger.” Dumbledore's eyes twinkled slightly. “In fact,
I will give you full access to every part of the library to hunt any
clue you may come across.”

“Thank you, sir.”
Hermione actually looked pleased at the prospect.

“What did he have to
say about the curse?” Harry asked, meeting Dumbledore's eyes
steadily.

“I believe that it
would be wise to investigate any curse related to the myth about
Icarus and to hunt for any spell that leaves this pattern upon the
skin.” Dumbledore tapped his wand to a parchment and ink began
to dart across the page. “I believe it would also be wise to
look among those that specifically mention revenge and family ties.”

“You believe that his
own family did this to him?” Harry asked sharply. Ron glanced
over, hearing the same warning note in his voice that had been there
when he'd testified to the Ministry on the younger Malfoy's behalf.

“I am inclined to
think that way, though I hope I am wrong. Mr. Black seemed reluctant
to name his attacker and as he only arrived yesterday, I believe that
it would have to be someone he's been in contact with frequently.”

Harry nodded and seemed to
withdraw a bit into his mind. Hermione bit her lip and Ron discreetly
nudged him but he seemed intent on whatever he was focusing on.

“May I ask why you
were on your way to my office this morning? Especially so early?”
Dumbledore raised an eyebrow, a small twinkle starting to glitter.

“Oh, right.”
Hermione blushed a bit. “It didn't have to be this early
really, but we were wondering what you could do to help Harry.”

“Help Harry?”
His eyebrows furrowed a bit.

“Yes, they seem to
think I've developed a few...unsavory habits...” Harry
interrupted.

“Such as?”

“He has nightmares
still. And he has trouble with his reflexes. His magic isn't as
strong as it once was either.” Hermione informed. “The
Gryffindor boys says he hasn't slept in the dorms since the welcoming
feast. I know he travels everywhere with the Map and Cloak, too.”

“I don't think it's
that big a deal. It was bound to happen eventually.” Harry
sighed, starting to rise. “I'm working on it.”

“It's not just that,
sir.” Ron said, feeling his ears burn slightly as their
attention fell on him. “He's been practicing in secret, but
it's not helping anything. It's like, something is blocking his
magic.”

Harry felt a glare build
up, but found he couldn't really be as angry as he should. They were
just worried about him. He was lucky to have two loving friends who
cared enough to be worried over the slightest things. He ignored the
thought that accused them of jumping at shadows. Still, that gave
them no right to spy on him...

“Ah. Harry. Would you
consent to having Pomfrey give you a check-up? Perhaps taking a few
spiritual cleansing exercises as well?” Dumbledore mulled out
loud.

He nodded sharply and
stiffly. He'd submit this once, but he wasn't going to be stuck in
there forever, waiting for a cure to whatever Pomfrey would find.
Dumbledore stared into him for a few minutes and then nodded slowly.

“Thank you, Harry.
Please keep me updated on both your own circumstances and whatever is
ailing Mr. Black.” He said finally, waiting a few quiet minutes
before dismissing them.

“I'm going to go get
started.” Hermione said as soon as they were down the
staircase. Ron stared blankly at her retreating back before sighing.

“I guess you know
where I'll be. Damn Malfoy, bet he did this out of spite.” Ron
muttered as he began to follow his girlfriend.

“That's Black now,
Ron.” Harry called after him, smiling slightly at the muffled
curse. He shook his head and leaned back against the wall. What to do
now? Maybe he'd get that check-up now, without the audience later.
Resigned, he began to walk back to the hospital wing. There wasn't a
chance he was doing this out of worry either. Not a one.
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