Scars

Author : Vampire Gurl

Rating: PG-13 or R to be on the safe side

Pairing : Harry/Draco

Disclaimer : I do not own Harry or Draco or any characters of the Harry Potter series, except Lucia who came from my imagination.

Summery : "Everyone has scars from this war. Some physical, mental, or emotional. We must find the strength to overcome them, because if we don't, that bastard still wins." Post-War. H/D.

Author's Note: Reviews are always welcomed. wink wink

Flashbacks = Italics

Special Thanks to the following:

Bob Person

Smoocher of Evil

Fishnetfairy

Blackdragonofslytherin

A Miracle Begins

For the rest of the night, Harry cried at Draco's bedside. Whether it was minutes or hours, Harry was not sure nor did he care. Not until today was, Harry able to step into the hospital. During the past year, Lucius would contact him every week to update Harry on Draco's condition, which never did change. Minutes or hours did not matter to Harry. He just held Draco's hand and continued to mourn.

Harry felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up. He saw Lucius standing above him with the same sad expression on his face. He turned his head away from Harry and looked at his son. He reached towards Draco and fixed a stray piece of hair. He brought the covers up closer around Draco. So simple yet so genuine. This was the Lucius Malfoy he had come to know.

This Lucius was a caring and loving father. He became a deatheater when his sister passed away. Lucia Malfoy was Lucius Malfoy's baby sister, but only by 18 months. Lucia became an Auror after she graduated from Hogwarts. Voldemort killed her in an ambush. While Lucius mourned the lost of his sister, Voldemort came to him and threaten the same would happen to Draco if he did not join him. Fearing for his son's life, he agreed to take the Dark Mark. The day after he went straight to Dumbledore and became a spy for him and the Order.

He went to Lucia's grave at least once a week. Often three or more time if it was possible. The cold-hearted Malfoy that many people have come to see, was just a mask to protect his family. Hardly anyone knew that Lucius visited his sister. No one knew that he wore one of her rings on a silver chain around his neck, which was hidden by his clothes. No one knew that Dobby was Lucia's favorite house-elf, and that was why he was so reluctant to give him up. As it turned out Narcissa abused Dobby and not Lucius.

"Thank you Harry." Lucius said in a sincere tone.

"No problem Mr. Malfoy."

"I'm glad you came. Any change while I was gone?" Lucius said with a tingle of hope in his voice.

"No." Harry said reluctantly as he saw that hope disappear somewhat.

"Would you like to come back tomorrow? I have some earns to run."

"Sure."

"The doctor has said that if people he knew talked to him, he might come out of the coma. Apparently, that has happened with other comatose patients. So when you come by tomorrow could you talk to him? It does not matter what. You could tell him about your day, how other people are doing, something that the two of you did before. Anything really."

Yes, Lucius had said doctors not healers. Over the course of the year, Lucius had spent a great deal in getting Draco the best care possible, wizard or muggle. Draco had some of the best healers, med-witches and wizards, and doctors tending to Draco.

"Absolutely Mr. Malfoy."

"Please call me Lucius."

"Alright Lucius. I should get going now. What time should I be back tomorrow?"

"After lunch, if that's okay with you."

"That's fine. See you tomorrow." Harry said and turned to leave.

"Thanks you again Harry. Draco would have thanked you." Lucius called to Harry's retreating back. He took his seat again next to his son's bed. His gave his some the once over. Strange, he did not remember Draco's hand resting on his stomach when he tucked him in. Oh well, just must be from lack of sleep.

Harry trudged back to his flat and collapsed on his bed. He took a deep breath and again took out his letter. The only light was from a desk lamp. It emitted an eerie glow over the room. Harry kicked himself for being so cowardly. He could not stand to see Draco so defenseless.

The day Draco got into that coma was the day that Harry's life ended. He got home and Draco was not there. Draco was not sitting on his couch, greeting him with smiles and friendly words. Or tempting him with his well-toned body during training. No more Draco to watch muggle movies with. No more Draco making him laugh or smile. He was just…gone.

His life became a constant repetition. He would wake up, and eat breakfast. After breakfast, he would vent some of his emotions in a work out. Then he would take a shower and eat lunch. Then he would pass time by watching TV or reading. Then when night fell, Harry took his walk through the graveyard. After that, he would walk home, but not before stopping outside St.Mungo's and then going to bed.

Harry drifted off to sleep still in his clothes from yesterday. His dreams where both his hell and his paradise. Sometimes he would dream of Draco, beaten and bloody, pleading with Harry to save him, to protect him. Sometimes he would dream of Draco and there life after the war. Sometimes the dreams where bittersweet. These bittersweet dreams revolved around having Draco so close to him, but not doing anything because he was afraid. They were friends and nothing more, much to Harry's dislike. Yet, sometimes in his dreams he told Draco of his feelings. Sometimes Draco would make him the happiest man on earth and return his affection. Sometimes Draco would shoot down the profession of love and walk out of Harry's life forever.

Tonight his dream went a bit differently. Harry found himself in a darken room, alone. He stood up and looked around. After looking around he only found a chair. Sighing, he collapsed into the chair. He buried his head in his arms and wondered why he was there. Looking up he saw a figure in front of him. Just out of sight.

"Who are you?" As Harry squinted, the figure and the room took on a familiar shape. The room was the hospital room. And the figure….

"Draco." Harry gasped. His head was lowered and turned to the side opposite of Harry. He was sitting on the ground with his arms wrapped around himself.

"Draco? Is that really you?" Draco made no indication that he had heard him.

"Draco please answer me! I beg you."

"Why didn't you come to see my before?" Draco asked calmly.

"I couldn't. Please, I cried myself to sleep every night since you have been gone. I couldn't deal with you lying there helpless. Not knowing if you would ever wake up. If I didn't see you then I could pretend."

"Pretend what?"

"Pretend that you were still with me." Harry said quietly

"I waited for you." Draco said simply

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

"No need to be sorry."

"W…What? Why shouldn't I be sorry?"

"I forgave you a long time ago."

"Why? I don't deserve your forgiveness."

Draco turned his head around to face Harry.

"Because I love you." Draco said simply.

Suddenly the room became brighter. Draco turned his head away again. Harry heard a gentle, feminine voice and turned towards it. Looking around he could not pinpoint the location of the voice. It seemed to surround him.

"Who are you?" Harry asked.

"That's does not matter. I am here to give you some well-needed advice."

"Which is…?"

"What's love to you?"

"That's is a very loaded question. Love is a difficult thing to describe. You can't really describe it, but you can feel it."

"Is love everything it's cracked up to be?"

"What are you getting at?"

"Look at Draco." Harry did and saw Draco in the same position except this time the room was brighter and he could see the blond better.

"To Draco," The voice stated. "Love is everything it is cracked up to be. For him it was worth fighting for. It was worth being brave and courageous. It was worth risking his life for. It was worth risking everything for."

Harry bolted out of bed. Breathing harshly and sweating. That could not have been just a random dream. Maybe it was a message for him, trying to tell him something. He looked at his clock, 10:35 am. He got up and showered. Then he fixed himself a nice brunch and watched some TV until it was time to leave. He left a bit early and at 11:30 found himself in St.Mungo's. He walked straight to Draco's room and walked in.

"Hello Harry." Greeted Lucius "Your early."

"I know, I didn't have anything else to do."

"I'm glad you're here."

A nurse walked in and greeted them.

"Good afternoon Claudia." Lucius replied and the nurse went to tend to Draco's wounds/

"It's good that you came early because I could leave now. I have to go and arrange some things."

"If you don't mind me asking Mr. Malfoy, what earns are you doing?"

"Well, I was going to tell you later but now is as good a time as any. I was planning to have Draco transferred to the Manor. I have gotten the best healers, doctors, and med-witches alike. However, it has seemed to do nothing. His condition is stable, it just… I do not know. I was thinking maybe if he was in his own room, he might get better. He never did care for hospitals."

"Um, when would this happen?"

"By the end of this year. In about 5-6 months. I still have to get the equipment and potions. I have to hire a trustworthy healer. I have to prepare and see if the hospital does not change their minds. Or if Draco awakens by himself."

"I see."

"I'm going to go. I will be back later." Lucius said as he gathered his things.

"Bye Claudia." Lucius said to the Nurse as she walked out the door.

"See you later Harry." Lucius said and he left. Harry turned to Draco and sat down next to the bed.

"Hey Draco. It's Harry." Harry said as he looked down at the motionless blonde.

"Your dad said it might help if I talked to you."

Then Harry just started to talk about nothing in particular. He went from what he did this morning and yesterday to the weather. He talked about the new TV shows and movies. He named and described 3 of his favorite books. He had this one-side conversation for well over an hour. Suddenly he just stopped as silent tears poured down his face.

"Draco please you have to wake up! You need to show me that you hear me. Please say anything. Say hello, say something! Please, you can even tell me that you hate me and wish I were dead just as long as YOU SAY IT! Please, I can't deal.."

Nothing after that was understandable because Harry had broken down into hysterical sobs. He bowed his head and cried.

Just then Lucius walked in and screamed. "Oh my Lord, DRACO!" Harry looked at the blonde in the bed. He was turned towards Harry, braced on his good arm. The bandaged arm wiped the tears from Harry's face. The he placed his hand on Harry's cheek Draco struggled to speak.

"I… c…could cough n…never hate y...you. cough Or w...wish you d…dead." Draco said just above a whisper. It was the greatest and most beautiful thing he had ever heard.

TBC