Give me one more chance
Chapter 5: Sorry, could you repeat that? Part c
Pairings: James/Lucius, Sirius/Severus, Remus?
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WARNING: mpreg, male/male relationships. Not your cup of tea? Then hit the back key.
Special thanks to Jadwiga for beta-reading for me (smiles). Any mistakes after she's finished are mine.
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oOo Flashback oOo
May 1980
The senior Malfoy growled to find the Potter household empty. The butler told him that Mister and Madame Potter had went to visit their son at the Hollow, and wouldn't be returning until tomorrow. Lucien remembered being at Godric's Hollow once, when the boy (James) received his inheritance, which was about the same time he had told his son to call off the fruitless liaison with James.
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 had told Lucius to keep James as a lover right from the very start but Lucius refused.
The grass was wet from the morning dew. Water dripped from leaves running off like a broken faucet. 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 inside the house he heard a muffled, 'coming'.
Surprisingly enough it wasn't Harold who opened the door.
"Good morning Potter," Lucien said as he by passed a shocked James.
"Uh, hello Mr. Malfoy."
James was cursing himself in addition to smacking himself upside the head, and the reason behind the self-abuse – he forgot to replace the concealment charm before walking downstairs to answer the door.
"Where's my son, Potter?" Lucien asked as he looked around walking deeper into the house taking in some of the dust on the picture frames in the entryway.
"Asleep," James deadpanned.
"I'm going to get straight to the point. I want you to stay away from my son." Lucien turned abruptly to face a still alarmed James.
"Your son is a grown man and can do as he please, Mr. Malfoy."
"At the expense of ruining his marriage?"
James said the most selfish thing ever, "I'm the one who should be married to him not her thanks to you."
"There is or was no purpose for Lucius to marry any one who couldn't produce an heir!" Lucien barked slamming his fist down to his side.
By this point Lucius came downstairs wiping the sleep from his eyes. He had been sleeping soundly until he heard the raised voices. With each step he took bones popped as he worked out the kinks from the night, blond hair sticking up in some places as he tried to reestablish a ponytail. Lucius wore dark green silk pajama bottoms with a matching silk robe that he left open to show his taut hairless chest and washboard abs.
"Is that all you think about? There's more to life than Sickles and Knuts. No wonder you're a hateful man. You're determined to make your son's life just as miserable as yours. You don't care about Lucius or how he feels. You only care about yourself and the good of the Malfoy name and fortune.
"Have you even taken a good look at your son lately, Lucien? The man has lost weight. Lucius is barely even eating let alone sleeping and if this keeps up – your son will be dead before he's thirty. Hell, he might even drop dead before he's twenty-five."
James was panting from his rant, gripping his tummy, which thankfully went unnoticed by the older Malfoy.
"Father." Lucius made his presence known once he saw James in pain.
"You go home now to your pregnant wife and I'll forget about this little transgression," Lucien warned.
"I am home with James. I don't care about my inheritance any more – it's not important to me."
In a fit of rage, Lucien struck out at Lucius but James anticipated the hit, therefore jumping in between father and son. Falling to the tile floor, James cradled his distended belly. Lucius dropped along side his lover.
The pregnant youth began whimpering and complaining about abdominal pains. Lucius lifted James and took him to their bedroom, as Lucien stood transfixed in the kitchen at the love and affection his son was showing to the former Gryffindor.
Immediately, Doctor Bloom was called. After an hour of tending to James, Doctor Bloom was in the kitchen with Lucien and Lucius as well as the recently awoken Harold and Jamie. Lucien was curious as to what was making Lucius particularly pull his hair out.
"We were lucky this time. I've managed to stop the bleeding and contractions. However, because of the force of impact when James hit the floor there is some bruising. I recommend total and complete bed rest with only trips to the bathroom with help for at least two to three weeks; and above all no sexual intercourse. If you have any questions later fire call me at the office," Doctor Bloom instructed and left.
Lucius never gave his father a second thought as he passed Lucien on his way to check on his lover. A short time later, Lucien made his way to the master bedroom after Jamie told him how to (Just up the stairs, four doors down to your left).
No words could describe the scene before Lucien. His son was whispering in the other man's ear, gently petting dark wild hair while at the same time Lucius caressed the swollen stomach. A soft silver glow lit the room as Lucius did this – feeding his magic to his baby and partner.
"You're soul mates," Lucien stated dreading his son's reply.
"Yes," Lucius answered ending the feed.
"I didn't know," Lucien whispered mentally kicking himself.
"Because you didn't ask, Father, my life has been a hellish nightmare since I've been with Narcissa, and James is right – had you bothered to look you would have known that I was aging, Father, more rapidly than I should," the younger blond snapped.
It was true. Witches and Wizards aged quite more slowly than Muggles, and if one were lucky enough to find his or her soul mate (like James and Lucius) aging would slow drastically, but since James and Lucius were apart both were suffering. James was in a state of depression. He refused to eat, he barely slept, he was withdrawn from others and his magic was waning.
Lucius on the other hand had bursts of uncontrolled magic, acts of aggression with the intent to harm as well as loss of appetite, getting very little to no rest. Probably within a year both would had committed suicide from going insane.
Then Lucius learned something about his Father – something rather shocking…
"I will not begrudge you of your life mate, since I was not denied mine."
"Huh?"
"Have you ever wondered about your Mother?" the Senior Malfoy asked, a solemn look crossed his face before his mask slipped back in place.
"I use to but I figured you would one day tell me."
Lucien smiled briefly at his son's foresight. "We had you when we were eighteen. I had found my soul mate while still attending Hogwarts, my third cousin in fact. We had no idea why we were attracted to each other until our parents told us, and because of the soul bond all related blood ties ceased to exist, so we were like strangers coming together instead of relatives committing incest. We were legally bound in our seventh year at Hogwarts over the Christmas holiday by Headmaster Dippet. Your birth was the most joyful time of my life and the saddest."
"What happened to her?" Lucius asked curiously.
"Male pregnancy is dangerous for young wizards – that's why it is recommended to wait until you're at least twenty-one to start having babies," Lucien explained pausing to let his words sink in. "But who has the time to cast a contraceptive charm in the heat of the moment."
Lucien didn't have the balls to tell his son that he found Muggles contraceptives embarrassing and messy to use.
"Dear Merlin," Lucius whispered staring into mirrored quicksilver orbs.
Malfoy senior turned to look out the window to hide the water that was building in his eyes. His voice was full of emotion. "I will acknowledge all responsibility to your break-up with James and my dealings with you marrying Narcissa. On that regard you will not be held accountable for infidelity."
"What happens now?"
"Well, once I announce publicly about your bond to James – Narcissa and I will go to Azkaban," Lucien said turning to face his son, tears pooling in his quicksilver orbs but not spilling.
"Wait before you have a press conference."
"Why?" Silver orbs narrowing with suspicion.
"Wait until Narcissa has the baby. James is due around the end of July. At least this way our son would be my true heir. If the child Narcissa carries is born first she could get everything if anything happens to me or to any of my kids. I will not put them in danger, and news of this magnitude would definitely send her into labor early."
"Agreed." Lucius put his hand out to shake on the bargain but instead he was embraced by his father.
Lucien promptly took his leave. He came close to crying in front of his son. His husband would have been so proud of Lucius. Forced to grow-up quickly, Lucien raised Lucius to be an outstanding young man. He finally let a sob escape once he was in the safety of his limo and cried for the first time in twenty-four years.
"Oh, Lucas, how I miss you."
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Gentle breathing filled the private hospital room as Lucius rocked his newborn son. A tuff of white blonde hair stood out from underneath the blue warming blanket. Small pink lips opened letting air pass through. Eyes were closed in sleep.
Narcissa had turned her back on the infant. She was just happy that the agonizing ordeal was over with. Disgusted by Narcissa's lack of attention for the baby, Lucius immediately called a midwife to tend to the baby needs seeing how his mother refused to breastfeed.
"I will not have my perfect perky breasts be pulled on for no good reason other than sexual gratification," Narcissa told Lucius once she regained consciousness. Needless to say he was not pleased by her behavior, and restrained himself from killing her right then and there.
The tall aristocrat cradled his child lovingly, remembering holding Harry very much the same way while waiting for the nurse to return with a warm bottle of milk. He turned when the door opened but it wasn't the nurse.
"Father? What an unexpected surprise."
"Indeed. Have you seen this morning's paper?" the older blond grounded out clearly agitated.
Lucius could tell that his father was not happy. He could hear Lucien's teeth grinding together.
"No, why?" he replied.
Lucien plucked his grandson out of Lucius' arms (not bothering to ask what the child's name was) and handed Lucius the Daily Prophet. He read the headline then flipped to page three to continue the story. Once finished the younger Malfoy was seething. He turned to face the unsuspecting sleeping woman in bed.
"Don't say a word, Son. I will handle it. You need to keep a clear head. Take your son to the nursery and meet me at the manor – there are some other things I wish to discuss," Lucien said eyeing Narcissa warily. "What did you name him?" A light bulb lit in his head as he remembered whom he was holding.
An ear splitting smile (as rare as it was) stole across Lucius' face. "Draconius Lucius Malfoy."
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Over the next several months Lucius was in and out of court for custody of his son, and as Lucien predicated, he along with Narcissa got a one year sentence to Azkaban for interfering with a soul bond. On those grounds alone Lucius was granted sole custody of Draconius.
Soon afterward, Lucius decided to move in with James, leaving Lucien the Manor once his prison term was up. Also to make their family life complete, Lucius and James were legally bound and married.
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Time past by at an alarming rate for Lucius, it was hard to believe that a year ago he was bottle feeding and holding his sons. He thanked Merlin for James because as a first time father he didn't think that he would had been able to handle one baby, let alone two, without his lover's help. Lucius had also noticed how similar his son's were and yet so different. Harry and Draco (James couldn't resist a shorter version of his step-son's name) were like night and day.
Harry had wild messy raven hair like James, and Draco had blond nearly white hair like Lucius. Draco was very outgoing. He babbled a lot and started walking at nine months. He breastfeed up until he was six months, whereas Harry continued until he was one.
Also, Harry was very shy. He seldom 'talked' to his Mother or Father but when alone with his brother it was endless chatter.
James was so worried about Harry not walking that he took him to the doctor numerous of times but Doctor Bloom continued to tell the paranoid parent that Harry will walk once he was ready; and ready he was, a week before his first birthday the little tyke stood up on wobbly legs and staggered to his Mummy.
The former Gryffindor was so ecstatic that he fired called Lucius at work not realizing that his lover was in a meeting with some very important clients. Fortunately, they too had families and reminiscenced when their children took their first steps.
Overall life was going well for the Malfoy family, but as the saying goes 'all good things must come to an end.'
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Halloween, 1981
If there was one holiday Lucius hated other than Valentine's Day it was Halloween. He had no pleasure in giving sugary treats to undeserving children but he promised his husband that he would do so for the boys.
He and James were going to Malfoy Manor to hand out sweets to the young witches and wizards, because in previous Halloweens James didn't receive many callers due to the legend about the Hollow, which instilled the fear that the area was haunted.
Unfortunately, much to Lucius' disbelief, James and Harry both fell ill, which was rare for wizards to catch any type of Muggle illness; but since giving birth James' body had changed.
Now, Lucius was stuck passing out sweets to the little bast…er ah darlings, and being ever so cautious with the threat of Voldemort looming over his husband and family, he felt that it would be best to have at least one of Harry's godparents help James while he and Draco were out.
Luck was with Lucius on this night, Lily showed up to see her little man. Lucius thanked god for such a small mercies because Sirius was not the best of influences on either of his children.
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The grandfather clock chimed the eight o'clock hour signaling the height of excited children. Lucius was closing the door after another trick-or-treater when he collapsed in the foyer. Baby Draco cried for his Father, kneeling next to him gently patting his face trying to wake him.
At the same time Lucien was in the middle of a fire call with Severus. The news was not good.
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"Enervate!" the elder Malfoy cast upon his son after ending his call with Severus and rushing to where the baby was screaming for his Father to wake up. Lucien then quickly retold what Severus had said, "Godric's Hollow has been attacked."
The former Slytherin left Draco in his father's care and ran out of the manor to the Apparition points not bothering with a cloak. His heart was working over time, hastening the blood through his veins. He grabbed his wand and vanished from the wet grass in the chill of the night.
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There was not one living soul around except for the Ministry Law Enforcement combing the surrounding yard and the medical personnel. The neighbors kept to themselves mostly, which was a good thing. Lucius fell to his knees upon seeing the house of his beloved – their home. Hovering above in the eerie silence of the night was the Dark Mark.
The footfalls of someone running up the drive caught the blond's attention.
"YOU!" Lucius snarled whipping out his wand from his cane.
"Me?" Sirius held up his hands. The aristocrat was notorious for casting Unforgivable Curses first and hiding the body later and asking no questions, Sirius was not about to find out if it was true. He kept his hands visible and made no sudden movements.
"You bastard! How could you? How could you sell your best friend to Voldemort?"
"Lucius, I swear I didn't." Sirius shook his head vehemently.
"Don't give me that, Black. You'll pay and I'll make sure you'll never see the light of day again." Lucius' nostrils flared and his eyes a lit with liquid fire.
"No, Lucius. You know that I would never betray my friend," Sirius said. "James is my brother."
Giving it some thought, Lucius conceded but still held the other at wand point. "All right, Black, start talking. You have five minutes."
"James asked me to be his Secret Keeper when he was still pregnant with Harry, but I told him no. I wouldn't be a good choice and everyone knew that because Voldemort knew I'm his best friend. So I told him to use Peter. Unfortunately, he didn't tell Dumbledore of the change. The only other persons who knew were Severus and Lily…"
"And Lily was in the house," Lucius finished lowering his wand. "Okay, Black you need to get out of here – right now. No telling when Fudge-"
But it was too late. Aurors popped up around them with Fudge leading.
"Thank you Mr. Malfoy for capturing Mr. Black," Fudge declared as Aurors placed Sirius in bonds.
"I don't know what you're talking about Fudge. Sirius is a personal friend of mine. I suggest that you release him," the blond replied slamming his wand back into its casing.
"Sorry Mr. Malfoy but I can't do that. You see our office was just flooded with owls and calls from our Muggle contacts that Sirius Black was seen in Down Town Muggle London. Wand drawn pointed at Peter Pettigrew-"
"That's a lie!" Sirius shouted.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Lucius questioned the whole situation wasn't sitting right with him. This was too well planned. Sirius was well known as a prankster. Most of his brilliant work was half-ass. Sirius didn't think though the majority of the pranks including the one where he had nearly sent Severus to his death. He still couldn't figure out why his best friend would marry an idiot like Black – the pure-blood obviously must be a good fuck.
"Your so-called friend Mr. Malfoy killed 13 Muggles and a Wizard by the name of Peter Pettigrew. The only thing that was left of the man was his finger," Fudge said with a smug grin.
However, all discussions were cut short when the Emergency Medical teams emerged from the house. The first team exited with a stretcher.
"Oh, god! No! Nonono! Nooo!" Lucius cried out running toward them.
"Excuse me sir but I'm sorry you're not allowed only family-"
"I'm his husband for Merlin sake!" Lucius yelled as he clutched the black plastic body bag not seeing the other team walking out of the house.
"Lucius."
The blond looked up at the call of his name. "Headmaster Dumbledore?"
The elder wizard said nothing as he gestured to the small bundle in one of the medi-wizards arms.
"Harry!"
"Da-da," the toddler cried out reaching for his Father. "Ma-ma where?"
The poor little guy was shaken up badly. Lucius just hoped this would not have a detrimental effect on his son.
"Oh, God! Harry, you're all right," Lucius said as calmly as he could. He checked his son over making sure Harry had all fingers and toes and no loss of limbs. He was feeling his son's head when, "Ouch! Da-da, hurt head."
Harry started whimpering then began crying again as pain laced through his head. Lucius saw blood leaking from under Harry's fringe. He carefully lifted the matted hair to discover a jagged scar in the shape of a flaming red lightening bolt.
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A/N: Whoa! That was a lot. Does any one believe that James and Lily are dead? I would love to hear your take on it. Okay, so now you know Harry and Draco are half brothers. Have we seen the last of Narcissa? Well to find out stay tuned for the next chapter.
Nemesis
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Dumbledore's eyes sparkled with some fondness. "Yes, I must go now myself. Oh, Lucius a word please."
The aristocrat led the Headmaster out of the sliding glass door taking a path leading to the front of the manor.
"Sirius is under house arrest but I'm afraid that I cannot keep him out of Azkaban. Fudge is pushing for the maximum."
"I will try to aid you in anyway I can. How is Severus?" he inquired. Lucius hadn't seen or heard from his friend in over two weeks since Halloween. He was still dealing with the loss of James.
Dumbledore's smile faltered. "Go see him." He shook Lucius' hand and Disapparaterd after he passed the wards. Lucius sighed; he hadn't even realized that he walked the older wizard to the edge of the grounds.