All right, so this is it It starts out Harry/Draco, but will be Harry/Severus.
There's also Time Travel and AU so, if you're not a fan, be warned. Please review!
He hadn't strayed out of his room for what must have been weeks. He couldn't bare the thought of people seeing him like this—weak, vulnerable, scared—and so he hid in the deep folds of his pristine, white duvet, and his crisp, clean cotton sheets.
"Consider these scars my gift to you. I have marked you, and these marks will stay with you forever." A cold hand ran along pectoral, the gesture shockingly tame. He started to cry.
Draco Malfoy had taken it upon himself to bring the boy food, as his surrogate mother, his part time lover, and his only remaining friend who was alive, or at all functional. He opened the door quietly, and whispered to the hushed inside, "Baby, are you hungry?"
"I could make you great, Potter. I could let you rule the world with me. Or I could do this." And the pain was blinding, and all he saw was white, sterile, cold white, and he knew he'd never be clean again.
His body was strong. He had trained with a time turner, and spent the equivalent of four years training one summer. Each place he had gone, he had come home with a new mark on his body, an addition or reminder of when he had been and what he had learned.
"You traveled far and wide to gain the secrets to defeat me, but yet you failed. Precious boy, you are a fool." He was sobbing, broken, dazed as the hands touched his body once more.
Africa had left raised scars on his chest and neck. Asia had given him a movable tattoo, inked with precision onto his face (although it mostly resided on his left hand in the form of a ring). While studying in the Americas he had gotten his ears pierced fourteen times. Somewhere in between he had gained a tongue pierce as well.
"I win." Oh, please no, he thought. Please stop.
His body was quick and toned, and his magic styled and restyled, created and improved, until he no longer used a wand, and was by far the strongest wizard within the Order of the Phoenix, and perhaps even as strong as Voldemort.
"I win." The pain, the immeasurable years of agony.
And yet, the Dark Lord had beaten him, and left him for dead. He had come back quietly, a fuming mess who destroyed his room every time he was plagued with a nightmare. Severus Snape would sit downstairs and gaze into the fire, talking idly to the remaining members of the Order, as Draco tried his hardest to calm the boy.
"I win." Tears, streaking dirty cheeks as sobs permeate the room. Christ, he would attempt, as blood spilled from his silently parted lips.
Then one day, he was normal. Just like that. Snape could hardly believe it. There was no way that this type of tumult faded instantly. But returned to them was the Harry they had all missed, with his new scars and new plans. Draco was overjoyed that the love of his life was back among the living, but occasionally, Severus would see Harry staring into the air, as Draco cooed at him, and the message was quite obvious: I don't love you.
"You can try to escape, my darling boy, but you will remember this forever. I win."
R & R please!
We.Are.Marching.On