Title: legare malade

Genre: Romance/Drama/Angst

Pairing: HP/DM

Rating: M

Summary: AU. There was never a boy who lived, only a boy who died.

Draco Malfoy is ill. Harry Potter is a Healer. Lucius Malfoy is desperate. Slash.

Disclaimer: I don't own a thing. It's all the property of J.K Rowling, and this story is being written for entertainment purposes only. Not a dime is being made.



Sibyl Trelawney's eyes rolled into the back of her head, and a strange chill reverberated through her body, enveloping every cell in its icy grip. She didn't hear the words that left her mouth, but she knew they were important. Her eye was wide open, and her vision had never been so clear…

The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches ... Born to those who have knelt before him, born as the sixth month rises ... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not ... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives ... The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the sixth month rises ...

Draconis Lucius Malfoy,

July 5 1980 – October 31 1981

Rest in Peace, Beloved Dragon

Lucius Malfoy had commissioned the headstone in the highest quality marble, which had been imported directly from the Mediterranean and carved by the finest English craftsman. A tiny baby dragon rested its head at the top of the stone, which lay over the grave of his firstborn son, a child whose very birth had been a struggle, and whose short life had been cursed by a weakened immune system. His child, who had finally been set free from the prison of his weakened body not by the failing of his diseased organs, but by the hand of the master Lucius had sworn allegiance to before he'd even conceived of the idea of a son. Looking at the tombstone now, Lucius brushed off the thin layer of snow and placed a single white rose on the edge of the smooth rock. Straightening his back, he turned on his heel and walked silently into the night, the light snow covering his footsteps and leaving no trace of his presence in the tiny yard.