EDIT : 17 Nov 2011

Summary: The Icarus Syndrome Curse, used to punish heirs by binding them to their worst enemy, is often fatal to both the heir and his enemy. Draco's life changes when he's bound under this Curse to Harry Potter. AU from end of Fifth Year. HPDM suggested

Info to Know before Reading:

AU since Fifth Year. Rests on the premise that Dumbledore had gathered more information about Horcruxes before inviting Harry to find them, as well as the idea that there was more politics involved with the Dark Lord and his Death Eaters than previously thought.

There will be various Greek and Roman mythologies used throughout the story and I will cite where I pulled each entry from. The small piece at the beginning is mine. I will try to answer any questions there may be and if there are any inconsistencies, please notify me and I will fix them. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

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.

Even with the scars, Draco Malfoy possessed an arrogant beauty. They ran in thick lines over his back, along his arms to his calves and culring up his neck, 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. What would be the point in donning clothes when the lines would bleed fresh anyway? His 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 tower. 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.


"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 and unconscious, was Draco Malfoy, and he was covered in blood and scars.

"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.


"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. This is how you honor their memory? This is the respect you show your name?" 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." 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.