Summary: Draco Malfoy becomes drastically ill over the holiday, only to find that he's coming into a rare inheritance of creature gene. Follow him as he discovers his new found self and the search for his bond mate. SLASH!DM/HP

Pairings: Harry/Draco. Mild Ron/Hermione. Maybe a few others.

Warnings: Unbetaed. Sexual language in future chapters. Swearing. Slash/Yaoi, as many people have said; you don't like it, don't read it.

Disclaimer:This story is based on characters and situations created by J.K Rowling. No copyright or trademark infringement is intended. Lyric fragment is from Ayumi Hamasaki's Humming 7/4.

Author Note: Second chapter up! I hope you enjoy it. I'm trying to make nice length chapters each time. The chapter title means "without hope, without fear."

Harry was awoken by the extremely loud music being played by Lyric. She had a knack for early rising. Getting up he heard the exact same lyric that woke him up every morning.

'Everybody GO! Everybody JUMP!'

Lyric loved Asian music, and one of her favourite songs had come to be Ayumi Hamasaki's Humming 7/4. Harry didn't mind at all as long as it wasn't too loud. He had actually grown quite fond of Lyrics rather unique choices and hobbies. Running a hand through his messy locks he proceeded to the kitchen.

"Morning sleepy head!" Lyric giggled loudly as Harry appeared in the doorway still yawning. She moved over to the stereo to turn the music drastically down. "I was beginning to think you'd never wake up. I was gonna come up and wake you soon."

"What time is it?" he asked sleepily whilst walking towards the kitchen table and grabbing a chair to sit down on.

"It's almost 11," she chimed back as she went to the refrigerator "I thought you said we were going to Diagon Alley today." She poured a gracious amount of orange juice into a randomly placed coffee mug.

"That was today!" he replied; shocked that he had totally forgotten. "Sorry, it must have slipped my mind." Lyric walked to the table and placed the mug down in front of him.

"That's fine! We could always go tomorrow. It'll still be my first time in a magical place. Nanny Arabella is always telling me about when she went there a few times. Besides we can finish painting the spare room later. Goodness knows it's been bare for however many weeks and it really needs a lick of paint to brighten in up. Unless, you've got something else you'd rather do."

"No, I think a bit of painting will do me good. Just as long as you'd stop flicking paint at me long enough for me to concentrate on the bit of wall I'm supposed to be painting," Harry replied, sipping from the mug.

"Hey, that was a total accident! Plus you didn't have to flick paint back at me. It took me forever to wash the paint out of my hair! See, you can still see some when you look in real close. Oh, my perfect hair!" Harry laughed at her vanity as she continued to rant on about her hair.

At Malfoy manor, Draco was undergoing every medical exam spell that had ever been invented. Severus and Poppy were still no closer to finding what this mysterious illness was that was effecting Draco and his body so intensely. Draco's parents were outside the door, wishing that their son was alright. Draco's body was ready to give up. His body was screaming with pain. One moment he'd be on fire, and the next he'd be as cold as ice. His back was in absolute agony and lying on it on increased the pain ten fold. He couldn't even take a pain relief potion, his body would just throw it back out again, and any spell they used would just reverberate and leave him feeling worse. He felt as if his body didn't want any medical help. After a few hours of extensive testing, Severus went outside to talk to Lucius and Narcissa and explain the situation.

"Oh, Severus," sighed Narcissa, tears streaks adorning her beautiful porcelain face "What's wrong with my Draco? Is he going to be fine? It's not serious is it. I can see the look in your face. He's going to die, isn't he?" Narcissa collapsed into her husbands arms, allowing more tears to flow.

"Nothing of the sort Narcissa. In fact, I came to ask if you were aware of any magical creature blood in each of your ancestries."

"Are you implying that the Malfoys aren't pureblood?" replied Lucius enraged, jumping to defend his families honour and giving Severus an infuriating glare. "How dare you imply such a ludicrous idea!"

"It's a necessary question to ask Lucius. Our diagnostic spells aren't picking up any type of disease or illness. We've ruled out any type of harmful spell or hex being cast on Draco. Draco's body is expelling any potions or spells we've used to try and stable his condition. It might suggest the body readying for some kind of transformation or riding the body of 'bad' blood by throwing it out."

"Well check again," replied Lucius "You must have missed something. It's ludicrous to say that the Malfoys are anything but pure-blooded."

"It would help us diagnose the problem quicker if we knew of the families blood history and ancestry," responded Snape.

"Please Lucius, throw away your pride and help our son," cried Narcissa pulling from his arms and looking up to meet his cold gaze. "Please, I beg of you."

"Malfoys don't beg Narcissa," said Lucius looking at his wife who gave him a despairing look. "Fine," snorted Lucius, turning away from his wife. Narcissa turned to Severus.

"I entrust that you will look through your side of the family too Narcissa?" asked Severus.

"Of course I will. I'll do anything to help my son. You have my word." She paused. "May I see him?" she asked, concerned for her Son's wellbeing.

"Of course," replied Severus as he moved aside so Narcissa could go through the door to Draco's bedroom. She left the two men in the hallway.

"I'm going to look through the Malfoy history, per your request, but I assure you Severus, the Malfoys have always been pureblood and always will be." Lucius left for his private study. Everything about the Malfoy lineage was stashed on one of his bookshelves there.

Author Note: Thanks for reading. I hope I made this chapter a decent size.