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Draco had never been the pinnacle of good health, heck, he'd never even been close half decently healthy.
It all started when he was born on June 5th 1980 in St. Mungo's Wizarding hospital. He suppossd was due in late March. He barely survived the first day after his birth, and spent over 2 weeks at the hospital before return to the Malfoy with his parents.
Other than a weaker than average immune system nothing truly seemed amiss with the infant until he was already 17 months and not learning to walk. Sure he had been late in most development, but he was quite premature so it was expected. But it didn't stop there, at 19 months there was a noticeable regression in his fine motor skills and speaking ability, it terrified Narcissa. During his first 2 years the infant spent a lot of time at St. Mungo's, tests and tests were run revealing the child to have Tibial tortion, Erlos-danlos syndrome, and autistism. The idea that his son, the sole heir to the Malfoy family being disabled by muggle ailments disgusted the blonde man, although he couldn't bring himself to hate the poor child. The rest of the Malfoys, Black's, and Voldemort's army did not hold the same sentiment. It was make clear to the family of three that the pure-blood part of the Wizarding world was cruel to those who didn't fit, before Darco this had been in the back of their minds, now it was at the forefront of their child's life.
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