Give Me One More Chance
Pairing: Lucius/James
Rating: Kneazle
Disclaimer: The characters of Harry Potter are not mine; they are the property of JK Rowling and Warner Bros. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
WARNING: This is about male pregnancy and male/male relationships. I'm letting you know now what the relationships WILL contain. So, if you are AGAINST such pairings, please find something else more to your liking, you have been WARNED.
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This chapter is not beta-read. All mistakes are mine.
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Summary: Twenty-one year James Potter finds himself in a precarious situation after he split with his boyfriend. Only his friends and family knows about it, but what happens when his ex-lover comes back? To make matters worse he's married. Will James have a change of heart and forgive the one who broke his heart or will he forsake his happiness and risk an innocent life by being stubborn.
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Chapter 1: Misery
A lithe figure stood some distance away from the magnificent white painted Manor. The green lawns were neatly manicured. The ground around the home was at best, perfect. Dark tinted windows kept passer-bys from being nosey and a notice-me-not charm kept Muggles and solicitors away.
Unsure of why he came, he reasoned with himself that maybe if he saw him that everything would go back to how it use to be, but it was only a dream.
He knew he was not wanted. His boyfriend at the time told him as much—all because he couldn't provide an heir.
He laughed at the thought. Life was funny like that—to play cruel and vengeful jokes when we least expect it. He rubbed the small mound of his stomach as he remembered the news. It had shocked him more so than his family and Flashback oOo
December 1979
For three weeks James Potter had been miserable. He didn't know what had hurt the most—his stomach or his heart. Yes, his heart. His boyfriend of three and a half years had broke-up with him a month ago. All because he (James) couldn't give him what his family had wanted: a child.
James had locked himself away in his room refusing any and all company. Sirius and Remus tried to coax him out to no avail. Even Snape (Sirius' boyfriend) of all people tried to get him out, but James stubbornly remained held up in his room.
Now, his mother was worried. She heard her son constantly being sick all day. Sometimes, James didn't eat anything for fear of making the problem worse. However, it wasn't until James' father had found him passed out cold in the bathroom that forced them to take action.
James woke some time during the night in a private room at St. Mungo's hospital. He found his parents fast asleep on the bed next his. Sirius and Severus were snuggled in a lounge chair by the window and Remus and Lily were at the small round table quietly talking.
James stirred some more gaining the attention of his friends.
"Hey, mate, how are you feeling?" Remus asked while Lily roused everyone.
"Tired. What happened?" he asked sleepily.
"Your dad found you in your bathroom knocked out," Remus replied.
By this point James parents were looking at him with worry. "What's wrong?"
"I sent Sirius to get the doctor," his father said ignoring his son's question.
"How long have I been here?"
"Only a few hours," his mother answered in a quiet reserved tone.
"Oh," was all James could think of not knowing what else to say.
The doctor entered a few minutes later with a chart and folder specifically for James. Considering, how often James had visited the hospital in the past, both were extremely thick.
"Hello, James, Mr. and Mrs. Potter," the doctor greeted with a warm gentle smile.
"Hi, Dr. Bloom."
"Can you tell us what is wrong with our son," Mr. Potter came straight to the point.
"Well, first off, I need to ask James' friends to leave the room." The kind doctor turned to the young adults. They got up and left with no complaint knowing that James will tell them later.
"Now, James, I'm going to ask you some personal questions and I need for you to be as truthful as possible, okay? Can you do that for me?"
James nodded his head.
"You've been feeling dizzy?"
"Yes."
"Are you eating okay? Any vomiting or nausea?"
"No. Some foods make it impossible for me eat. I've been throwing up for the last three or so weeks," James said feeling his face burn.
"Okay, James, I would like to exam you. Lay back for me if you will."
James did like the doctor instructed. During the entire exam his parents remained silent. The doctor poked and prodded. Rubbing cold hands round his abdomen. James grunted a few times. He hissed when the doctor felt around his sensitive nipples.
"Okay, I'm all done. You've gained a little weight, which is to be expected, but I would like for you gain a bit more. As well as your breasts are a tender. Try not to touch them if you don't need too, and make sure you tell your partner that they are sore. You also need to eat a little bit more but in smaller portions.
"Try eating foods that appeal to you or that you crave. Be sure to have crackers on hand during the night. That should help with the nausea in the morning. Do drink plenty of water. Don't be around any one who smokes. No drinking alcohol and definitely no flying."
The doctor just rattled on and on about not to do this and not to do that. What in Merlin's name is wrong with him? Was he dieing?
"What do you mean no flying? I just signed on as flying instructor at Hogwarts as Madam Hooch's assistant," James said.
"I'm not saying for you give up flying for the rest of your life, James, only until the baby is born."
"Bab-baby? What baby?" Mrs. Potter choked.
"James is about two months pregnant. I will get a definite answer on far along he is when I run addition tests."
Mr. Potter jumped out of his chair sputtering. "It's that boy you've been seeing isn't it, James?"
"Yes," James automatically replied still processing what his doctor told him.
"As soon as we get home you're going to owl him, fire-call him, I don't care; and tell him about his responsibility to you and this baby."
"I can't," James argued.
"And why the hell not?" his father snapped.
"We've…well that is to say…he, uh…he broke-up with me," James said embarrassed.
"That's why you've been crying in your room isn't it, sweetheart?"
"Yes, mum."
"Harold?"
"Oh, bloody hell."
Up to this point the doctor stayed out of the family quarrel. "Mr. Potter, your son is going to need a lot of support from you and your wife and possibly his friends. Male pregnancies are dangerous to begin with and since James is no longer with his partner this could prove to be fatal to him."
"What do you mean?"
"The only way for James to get pregnant in the first place was to be with his soul mate otherwise this would not have happened," Dr. Bloom said to the Potters.
Turning to James, Dr. Bloom added, "The baby was conceived out of the love you and your partner had for each other, but I'm not sure if you can continue with the pregnancy because you need your partner's magical energy as the pregnancy progress. Your body will use most of your magic to sustain the uterus for the fetus. Your partner would replenish the energies that you lose—outside of you taking care of yourself."
"James, you need to talk with him," his mother pleaded.
"No," James protested.
"But, James, honey."
"No! I don't want him to be with me because of this baby. That was the very reason why he left me to begin with, because he couldn't sire a child with me! I want him to be with me because he wants to not out of some obligation to my child."
Unleashed, tears escaped his hazel eyes. James threw himself back against his pillow and turned away from the other occupants in the room.
His parents and the doctor left to schedule appoints for him. It was going to be rough but he was going to keep his baby and there was no way he was giving him or her up.
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James sighed as he entered his carriage to take him back home. There was no need in torturing himself over 'what ifs'.
"Godric's Hollow, please."
"Yes, Master James."
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Quicksilver orbs caught a flash of messy raven hair ducking into an awaiting carriage. The person was gone before he could get a glimpse of the face, but from the hair alone he knew who it was.
"Darling, what do you think would look better: the blue or yellow?" the female asked holding up two different color switches.
"Um, yellow," he replied somewhat detached.
"Are you all right?"
"Yes, I'm fine. Why do you ask?"
"You've been like this ever since we've got married, and frankly I'm tired of it. You're thinking about him, aren't you?"
"That is none of your business," he hissed.
"It is my business when my husband is thinking about another man."
Before the woman could utter another word, her husband was standing in front of her. He grabbed her by the arms roughly, pulling her close to his face. Silver-blue orbs stared coldly into hers.
"I'm only going to tell you once, so you better heed the warning, I only married you to have a child. Now, if you feel the need to take care of your other needs then by all means please do. I will never touch you again. Our wedding night was enough for me and I thank every deity known to Man that my sperm took the first time.
"If I'm so inclined to alleviate my sexual urges, I will go where I damn well please and if that means going back to him as you so politely put it then I will, but I warn you, Narcissa, don't fuck with me. You will end up dead."
He let go of her causing her to stumbling slightly. Narcissa held onto her barely flat stomach, protecting it.
"You bastard!"
"Don't push me. Narcissa, you're the reason why we are not together," Lucius snapped turning back to the window only to find the carriage gone from view.
"If you want to blame somebody, Lucius, then blame your father."
"You pursued me, Narcissa. You talked my father into me marrying you, so don't try to shift the blame. You thought by marrying me it would boost your family's reputation. Although with a name like Black, I don't see how that's possible, but Sirius was able to rise above the shadow of it, I guess you can do it too," Lucius sneered.
Narcissa cautiously edged her way over to her husband. "I was doing what I thought was right. I-"
Slap!
Narcissa held her throbbing cheek. "Don't you dare! I…we would still be together if you hadn't drugged my drink."
Mirror orbs widened.
"Oh, yes. I know about the potion you slipped me. Severus confirmed my suspicions. Unfortunately, it was too late to rectify my mistake, but I do have very good lawyers and once my son is born you can go back to being what you were before you married me—a Black. Now, leave me before I do something that you might regret."
"This isn't over," Narcissa whispered to herself as she walked out of Lucius' study on unsteady legs.
She wasn't ready to give up hold on the Malfoy heir. No, she worked too damn hard to be cast aside like some common whore. She was going to solve the problem and if that means eliminate the competition then so be it.
What that thought she made her way to her bedchamber to plan out on how to remove the throne from her side, namely, one James Potter.
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A/N: Well, how was it? Loved it. Hated it. Should I continue or should I chalk it up as a loss cause. Tell me what you think.
oOo Teaser for Chapter 2 oOo
"James there is someone here to see you," his mother said bending carefully over him fixing the rumpled bed linen.
"I'm not in the mood to see any one mother."
"I know you're not but he is insisting on seeing, honey."
"Okay, fine who is it-"
"It's me, James…"