Give me one more chance
Chapter 5: Sorry, could you repeat that? Part b
Pairings: James/Lucius, Sirius/Severus
Disclaimer: I don't own any character from Harry Potter. They are the property of JK Rowlings and Warner Bros. I make no money from the writing of this story.
WARNING: This story is about male/male relationships and mpreg. I'm letting you kmow what the relations 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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Finally after months of negotiating the terms of the business contract, Lucius was able to get some sleep. He was leaving at first light and was thankful that he didn't have to travel back by plane. He hated flying like a Muggle even if he was riding first class. Lucius would always got ill. Upon his arrival at LAX, Lucius threw-up in a rubbish bin. The airline stewardess took pity on him and escorted him to first aid.
The Muggle doctor was nice in a condescending way. He promptly told Lucius that he was highly accessible to motion sickness – so travelling by plane should be limited as much as possible. The aristocrat thanked him and tipped the man a hundred dollars. Lucius' knowledge of Muggle currency came from his father. Lucien had dealing across the globe, mostly in the States and he made sure that Lucius knew the difference between a penny and a dollar. Lucien taught his son on how to tip, when to tip, and when not to tip.
Lucius gripped his pillow tighter as flashes of lively hazel eyes invaded his dreams. Soft murmuring of his name was being called, trying to lure him away from his beloved James.
"LUCIUS MALFOY!"
Lucius shot up in bed, his wand at the ready. Bleary-eyed, Lucius stared out into the emptiness of his hotel room.
"Lucius Malfoy!" someone was calling him.
Climbing out bed and slipping into a black silk robe, Lucius walked into the living room of his suite. The fireplace was lit with green flames. Harold Potter's head was floating in the middle with a stressful look on his face.
"Do you have any idea what time it is?"
"No, and I really don't care."
"Now that you have awoken me, what do you want?" Lucius asked as he sat down in front of the smokeless fire.
"It's James."
Lucius was about to ask what had happened, but the senior Potter responded before the question was voiced.
"He went into labour this morning."
"But?"
"But there's something wrong with the baby. You need to come back straight away."
Lucius was out of his seat before Mr. Potter finished talking. He quickly threw on his trousers and shoes. He frantically searched for a shirt that didn't clash too badly with the rest of his clothes. Grabbing his wand and cloak, Lucius went to the lobby explaining he had an emergency at home and needed his belongings sent to Severus Snape at Hogwarts. The manager of the hotel directed Lucius to their private emergency floo rooms.
Stepping inside the wide mouthed fireplace, Lucius called out, "Godric's Hollow!"
James and he had discussed awhile back that James would give birth at home. Going to St. Mungo's would rouse the media to them before Lucius had time to get everything straightened out with Narcissa. He eventually told James that he had married her, unknowing that he was bonded to him. James took the news rather well. As predicated, James' Gryffindor loyalty caused him to hug Lucius repeating over and over how he'd wished he had gotten pregnant sooner so none of this would be happening to them.
Lucius stumbled into the living room of the Hollow to be greeted by a very pregnant Severus. Sirius inclined his head in way of greeting the blond. Lily Evans was curled up on the sofa half-asleep. Sitting with Sirius and Severus was Lupin and Black's younger brother, Regulus, whom he had the pleasure of meeting nearly five months ago; he assumed James' parents were either upstairs or in the kitchen.
The only Marauder missing was Pettigrew. The others hadn't seen nor heard from their short fat friend since they had left Hogwarts.
Shouting from upstairs jarred Lucius.
"Where is he, dad? You told me that he was on his goddamn way five fuckin' minutes ago. If he doesn't get here in the next three minutes, I going to cut off his fuckin' balls and serve them to him on that silver platter he's so damn fond of!"
The others in the room didn't wish to trade places with the blond for all the Galleons in Gringott's. As soon as Lucius walked through the door his ears were assaulted with, "You! You, fuckin' bastard! You did this to me!"
Sirius burst out laughing followed by the rest of the friends gathered together. Ten minutes later the incessant wails of a baby could be heard throughout the house. Apparently, the baby turned at the last moment making a natural delivery impossible.
Doctor Bloom was making preparations to cut the baby out when Lucius emerged. Madame Pomfrey immediately positioned Lucius behind James. Lucius supported his lover's back and splayed a hand across the distended belly. The jolt of energy and magic ignited on contact. Underneath Lucius' hand, he could feel the abrupt movement of his child.
The motion caused James to hiss and grit his teeth. Soon he was having the uncontrollable desire to push. From start to finish, James was in labour for eighteen hours. A birth certificate magically appeared beside Doctor Bloom as he was deposing of the after birth. The parchment automatically filled in all the required information except for the newborn's name.
"James," Lucius whispered to his partner.
"Hmm?"
"We need to name him, love."
James was so sleepy. He couldn't be bothered with naming his son right now.
"Jim, please. We can't call him baby Malfoy forever love. Come-on, please."
The medi-witch gifted them with a now clean and fresh smelling newborn infant. Pomfrey and Bloom gave the couple a few minutes alone, and went down stairs to inform everyone about the baby.
"He's beautiful," James said unwrapping his baby fully. Ten little fingers and toes stretched and shook. A tuff of messy raven hair topped a perfect round head. Small pink lips opened slightly. His eyes were closed in a peaceful slumber.
"Harrison," James suddenly said.
"Huh?"
"Our son's name. Harrison Lucius Malfoy."
"How about Harrison James Malfoy?"
"Why?"
"Narcissa might become suspicious if the son she's carrying for me doesn't have at least my first name."
"Okay, Harrison James Malfoy it is then."
James settled down in bed the exhaustion of birthing catching up to him. He snuggled down into the plush covers of his comforter. As his brain was shutting down there was a troubling voice inside his mind trying to tell him to do something important concerning his Will, but he was so tired that the thought was pushed aside for later.
Some time after James fell asleep Lucius came downstairs showing his friends his newborn son. They 'oohed' and 'awed' at the little guy until he finally opened his eyes. Usually, most newborns had a bluish tint to them until around six months when their natural colour comes out, but Harry (as James called him for a nickname) had vivid silver – quicksilver to be exact.
"Oh, my god, Lucius…" Lily said out loud.
"Should his eyes…" Sirius added just as stunned.
"Be that colour?" Regulus finished.
Lucius growled at them. The only ones who didn't say any thing were Severus and Remus.
"Of course they're supposed to be that colour you imbeciles," he hissed protecting Harry from being ogled.
"Lucius, it's time for the baby's feeding," Mrs. Potter called.
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By the next morning everyone was exhausted. They had stayed up half the night to admire James' baby which wasn't a very good idea. Mrs. Potter had woken them early for breakfast letting James and Lucius to sleep in. An owl arrived for Lucius about noon requesting his presence at St. Mungo's. Lucius kissed his lover good-bye promising to come back as soon as he could.
The next couple of days was spent with James nursing his son, when on this particluar day his mother served him breakfast in bed for the second day following his son's birth.
The morning edition of the Daily Prophet unfolded when James moved his glass of apple juice, the front-page headline caught his attention:
NEW HEIR TO THE MALFOY FORTUNE BORN
Lucius Malfoy, son of the wealthy aristocrat Lucien Malfoy, was seen entering St. Mungo's hospital the day before yesterday late afternoon. Several witnesses reported that a patient by the same last name checked in around 1 o'clock. As it turned out said patient was none other than Narcissa Black, daughter of Nathaniel and Jessica Black.
It had been rumoured that Lucius had been dating the former Miss Black during Hogwarts and the couple were married in a secluded ceremony nearly a year ago. From the union the couple was blessed two days later (August 2nd) with a son.
James stopped reading. He was boiling mad. No doubt Lucius was trying to do damage control. Narcissa did the wrong thing by tipping the paper.
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At the same time Lucien Malfoy crumpled the Daily Prophet. He didn't care for his family business to be aired like someone's dirty laundry. He knew Lucius didn't disclose any information to the paper. His son was equally as private. Of late, Lucien noticed that Lucius was spending less and less time at home. He finally decided to talk to Narcissa about what was going on with her and Lucius' relationship.
He's having an affair, she said choking back tears.
When Narcissa said that he immediately knew. Lucien did the next best thing – he went to the Potters (unannounced of course) because going to Lucius would prove to be a dead end.
oOo Flashback oOo
May 1980...
The senior Malfoy growled to find the Potter household empty. The butler told him, that Mister and Madame Potter went to visit their son at the Hollow, and wouldn't be returning until tomorrow. Lucien remembered being there once when the boy (James) received his inheritance that was about the same time he told his son to call off the fruitless liaison with the Potter heir.
The elder Malfoy arrived at the simple two-story house, Lucien sneered in distaste. He couldn't understand why his son would ruin his marriage. Narcissa was seven months pregnant and she didn't need the added stress of Lucius cheating on her. He told Lucius to keep James as a lover right from the very start but Lucius refused.
The grass was wet from the morning dew. Birds sung their morning praise as the sun begun to rise. Lucien rapped on the door with a gloved fist, silver eyes taking in the grove of trees surrounding the home. He knocked again. In the distance of the house he heard a muffled, 'coming'.
Surprisingly enough it wasn't the senior Potter who opened the door.
"Good morning, Potter," Lucien said as he by passed a shocked James.
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(1) LAX: Los Angeles International Airport
A/N: Yes, I know. I'm evil for that type of cliffhanger, but what can I say? I just love doing it (smiles). Can anyone see where this confrontation is leading up to? If not then you're going to have to wait for the next chapter. All comments and questions are welcome.
Nemesis
oOo Teaser for next chapter oOo
Same as chapter 4