WANINGS: Same as always. Swearing, sexual content, mentions of suicide, and SLASH, lost of lovely SLASH!! You have been warned.

DISCLAIMER: Harry and Co. do not belong to me, got it? mumbles idiots….

A/N: Raven again. Cherry was clueless as to where I was going with this. Come to think of it, I'm kinda clueless too…well, let's see what I type up, shall we?

"I guess they didn't need us to play match maker after all." Xander said to J.T. They were sprawled across the bed in their room, wanting to give Harry and Draco as much time alone as possible.

"Maybe they were destined for each other. Maybe all the Draco's and Harry's in all the universes are meant to be together." J.T. said.

"Don't go getting all philosophical on me now Harry."(A/N: again, in private they are more likely to call each other by their real names) Xander said. Before J.T. could respond their names were called from the other room. They entered the sitting room to find Dumbledore waiting along with Harry and Draco.

"Ah, there they are." The elderly wizard said. "I came to discuss some things that might help us get you back to your own universe." He said. "Lemon Drop?" Ah, can't forget the lemon drops, now can we?

"No thank you. What would you like to discuss?" Xander asked.

"Ah, yes. I believe it may be helpful to know how similar your world is to this one." He said, popping a lemon drop into his mouth.

"So far we've only noticed a few differences." Xander started. "Mainly it's just things like certain events and people who are different. Nothing drastic like flying pigs and different cultures." He said.

"Events such as?" Dumbledore prompted.

"We were talking with Harry the first day we arrived, and he noticed I didn't have a scar. In our world, Voldemort never attacked my family, and he was never defeated. My parents are still alive, along with many other people who were close to Harry in this world. That's the major difference we've noticed really. Other than that it's just people's looks and attitudes, though many, like Hermione and Ron, are quite similar." J.T. continued.

"Well, that is news. What has kept Voldemort from taking over in your world?" Dumbledore asked.

"Not much really. Durmstrang went to him willingly, and Beauxbatons was destroyed. He's been working on weakening the Ministry, but they have spread out so that it is harder to crush them. The Aurors and Hit Wizards each have their own base of operations, as do the unspeakables and the magic reversal squad. The officials, like the Minister, as well as a few of the less essential departments share a base. They figure if they are spread out they will be harder to destroy. Also, people are regularly screened for the Dark Mark." Xander said.

"Interesting." Dumbledore said, tapping his chin and looking to be deep in thought.

"Who is the minister in your world?" Harry asked.

"Bartemis Crouch Sn." J.T. answered. "Why? Is it someone different here?"

"Yes. Cornelius Fudge is our extremely inept Minister. He refused to acknowledge that Voldemort had returned for quite some time. If Crouch Sn. Is Minister, does that mean his son never became a Death Eater?" Harry asked.

"Crouch Jr.? A Death Eater? No, he's a high ranking ministry official, right up there with his father." Xander answered. "He was a Death Eater in this world?"

"Yeah. He's the one that delivered me to Voldemort in my fourth year and allowed him to regain his body." Harry said.

"Merlin." Xander breathed. Draco, who was sitting close beside Harry, placed his hand over Harry's in a comforting motion.

They continued to talk for about an hour, comparing each other's worlds to one another. Some things were eerily similar, while other things couldn't be more opposite. During the conversation, Harry caught Dumbledore staring at him several times as if he was trying to figure something out. Finally, when the conversation had died down slightly, Dumbledore spoke up.

"Might I inquire as to why you are wearing glamour charms Harry?" Dumbledore asked. Harry felt as if the bottom of his stomach had dropped out.

"I – I don't know what you're talking about." He said.

"Don't try to fool me Mr. Potter, I can tell when someone is wearing a concealing charm. You seem to have them over a good percentage of your body, and I would rather be safe than sorry." Dumbledore said, a slight edge seeping into his voice.

"What…I – I don't…" No. this couldn't be happening. He had worked so hard to conceal it…

"Please understand that I only wish to be positive you are who you say you are. Finite Incantatum." Dumbledore said calmly. Instantly scars began to form on Harry's exposed arms. Old ones, new ones, thick pink ones, and thin white ones all overlapped to form a confused web over his skin that told a story of years of pain and suffering.

Vaguely Harry registered the sound of a gasp, but for the most part he was trying to fight down another panic attack. Everything he had worked so hard to hide was now out in the open. He had hidden his scars for a reason, and now his secret was out.

"Harry?" Draco inquired in a slightly wavering voice.

"I'm a freak." Harry whispered, only loud enough for the three other teens to hear, before turning and bolting into his room. Draco gave the rooms occupants one last look before following Harry at a more sedate pace.

"Harry?" he asked softly as he slid into the room.

"Go away." Harry said. It was evident from his voice that he was either crying or close to it. "I don't need to hear how ugly I am, I already know." he said, his voice broken and wavering. Draco's anger at whoever had done that to his Harry quickly evaporated as he took in the sullen teen lying curled up on the bed.

"Oh Harry." Draco said, walking over to the bed and gathering the slightly smaller teen into his arms.

"You aren't ugly, and you're not a freak." Draco said. "A few scars don't change who you are and they certainly don't make you ugly." Draco said, laying on the bed with Harry still wrapped in his arms. Once more Harry hid his face in Draco's neck.

"Who did this to you Harry?" Draco asked after a moment.

"No one. Everyone. The Dursley's. The Death Eaters. The whole damn world." Harry said. Draco tightened his arms around Harry.

"Could…could I see them?" Draco asked.

"You don't want to see what a freak I am." Harry said.

"Harry! You aren't a freak!" Draco said, the tiniest hint of anger seeping into his voice. "Please Harry? I want to know you, scars and all."

"Alright." Harry said, removing himself from Draco's arms and sitting up. He removed his shirt, revealing even more scars cris crossing across his chest. Harry turned and Draco gasped. His back was more or less one huge scar. Lines covered his back, lash marks from a belt or something similar, all piled one on top of the other so that there was barely an inch of unmarked skin.

"Oh Harry." Draco breathed, tracing his fingers lightly over a particularly long and thick scar. Harry shivered slightly and Draco pulled him back into a fierce hug.

"I swear those bastards will pay for this. Every last one of them." Draco vowed.

"It's okay Draco, I'm fine." Harry said.

A/N: Hm…Raven didn't leave a note here, so I am! YAY! Hey, it's Cherry! I have an idea of where to go with this now, so I will update soon! Sorry about the wait, but you know how it is, kept screwing up, so…it's here now. I'll update ASAP, promise. That English paper is hell, I'm telling you. Well…review! And suggestions, please.

-Cherry