A,N. I tried writing my own, but got flamed for doing so. In the end I have given up waiting for the smak987 to update their story of The List in which Harry has Succorbentis. As they haven't updated in almost 4 years, so I figured I continue it. This starts from their very last chapter, I suggest you read it first for this story to at all make sense. I know I usually write fem Harry/ Draco but this was written as Harry/Draco so I will continue to do it as so. And I'll try to add some more things to Harry's bucket list. Mistakes as usual are my own. Enjoy!

The Cure

It was just a four letter. A four letter word that could change everything.

Harry waited. It felt like waiting to be diagnosed all over again. Only this time Harry knew the outcome. He did not agree with this idea at all, but by not listening he would lose Draco. That was the only thing that grounded him to the seat in the consultation room. Stupid Draco, at least Harry wasn't in denial. He sighed softly tilting his head back a little. A hand came to enclose his. Draco's. Of course the git had stubbornly said that he was going to come along to the meeting. First Harry thought it was because Draco couldn't trust him to come alone and listen to what was actually being said. Somehow Harry knew it was more then that. Considering this had been Draco's idea in the first place.

Free him of his magic? What had Draco been thinking? Magic had been the thing to save Harry, but Draco was right about him worshiping the very fibre of his being that was trying to kill him.

Healer Yates. The person that caused them to be here today, waiting to find out exactly how they were going to free Harry of his magic. A feat Harry never thought possible. But this gentleman already had several ideas. To Harry it sounded like he had no clue where to begin, he just wanted a guinea pig. The door opened. Trainer Healer Kelly was with him.

"So I thought about the best way forward. The treatment I would like to suggest for you is not a cure, however it could prolong your life," Healer Yates said closing the door, "and it is the best solution I came up with. I would like to trial you on a magical form of muggle dialysis."

That was a term Harry had heard of and not a theory or idea he remembered from their previous conversation.

"Dialysis?"

Of course Draco would sound like the word was distasteful as soon a muggle method was mentioned.

"It's where blood is filtered outside of the body and cleansed before going back into the body." Harry said. "I thought it was for people with kidney problems."

"That is true," Healer Yates answered, "just we won't be filtering out unhealthy blood."

"You'll be filtering out his magic" Draco stated.

"That is the aim." Healer Yates said. "Magic runs through our veins. It is a close as to using blood magic, as we can get. Needless to say this has never been done before -"

Harry snorted. "Few people have had Succorbentis and those who have are dead or dying." Draco nudged him in the arm for that remark. Well it was true, as far as Harry was concerned.

"If your willing, we'll try you out with your regular Tuesday treatments, twice a week on Friday and Sunday nights which won't interfere with schooling. We'll test your magical core in about a months time. If it works we'll look into keeping you on the treatment path until Easter and evaluate then."

"And if it doesn't?" Harry said.

"We'll look into other options." Healer Yates said, "I'd rather we didn't have to do that though. This is the best option we've got."

For Harry's last chance at living went unsaid. Draco's hand squeezed his own. Harry had agreed to do this, as long as Draco and the others went to classes. They could research in their own time. But he wanted his peers to get their education.

"When do we start?"

It started by Draco placing far to many green vegetables on his plate at dinner time. Harry scowled at him.

"Healer Yates, said that you needed to keep your iron intake up and green vegetables was best for them." Draco said firmly.

"I hardly have an appetite as it is and your expecting me to eat all of this?" Harry argued.

"You agreed you would try - or would you like me to inform everyone you can't keep to the end of your bargain?"

Harry stuffed some of the vegetables in his mouth and chewed them. It didn't stop him from glaring at Draco whilst he did so, but still.

"Good, glad to see your taking this seriously."

Oh now Draco thought that Harry wasn't taking losing his magic seriously! Prick!

Harry was so intent on finishing as much of his plate as he could that he never heard or saw Hermione and Ron approach the Slytherin dinner table.

"How did it go?"

"Swimmingly." Harry muttered, as soon as the question was asked though, he lost all his appetite. Harry pushed the plate away from him. "Sorry," he apologised to the hurt looks, "but it's not every day you find out how exactly you are going to lose your magic." There was no point in hushed conversations, the Great Hall bustled with noisy conversation and the wizarding world knew that he was ill anyway.

Hermione stretched out a hand towards him. "If it keeps you alive, though? If it cures you?"

"It will prolong my life if it works, it is not a cure." Harry said.

"Harry's grumpy because he has to spend more time at the hospital."

"Yes and for hours, whilst we learnt how magical dialysis filters my magic out of me." Harry added.

"I know your angry," Hermione said softly. "But you can't cling onto something that is going to kill you."

"That's what I've been telling him." Draco muttered, "but do go on perhaps he'll listen to you."

"Mate, I get it, I know what magic means to you. But I think it's worth it. If this is what you've got to do to stay alive and be with us longer. Then I'm hoping it works."

"When has hope ever worked out for me?" Harry answered. "My life has not exactly been normal."

"Well no one expected you to be able to defy Voldemort all those times or finally overthrow him, now, did they?" Hermione said sharply, "But you did it!"

Well she had him there. Hope. It was just a four letter word. A four letter word that could change everything. The question now was dare he hope?