Give me one more chance
Chapter 10: During summer
Pairings: James/Lucius

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. Not your cup of tea? Please, hit the back key.
Beta-read by: Jadwiga. Thanks hon! You're the best. Any mistakes after she has done her work are mine.

Special thank you to: Lady Date, LJSkywalker, Sarahamanda, helewisetran, Icarus Malfoy, and for those who read and didn't review thank you for even taking the time read up to this chapter.

Enjoy!

oOoOoOo

The summer approaching Harry's second year at Hogwarts turned out to be hot and humid, but that didn't stop his so-called aunt and uncle from sending him outside in the blistering sun to do yard work. While their lazy son, Dudley, sat in the air conditioned living room stuffing his face with every type of sugary snack that his mother bought, while Harry was working hard, pulling weeds, mowing the lawn, planting new colorful flowers, et cetera.

But today was a special day for Harry. Today was the day that he would be receiving letters and care packages from his father, brother, and grandfather. He would also be getting a little something from Hermione and possibly his Uncle Remus; however, as the day wore on the possibility that an owl was coming was looking bleak.

By night fall Harry was ready to cry. He had received not one single thing. What happened? Did the owls get lost? No, Artemis, his father's majestic bird of prey, always found him to deliver his packages and messages. Maybe, he would get something tomorrow, for now Harry needed to sleep.

His body ached from the over use of under developed muscles and his skin throbbed from the sunburn he got as a result of being out in the sun all day without any protection. He wanted his dad. He hated being here and wished there was something that his father or grandfather could do to get him from these terrible Muggles.

There was one way, but Harry didn't want anyone to know – not even his family. He knew that his father had an awful temper and there was no way to predict what would happen if Lucius found out about his son being abused and treated worse than a house-elf.

Harry removed his glasses and placed them on the small bedside table. He lay on top of the covers closing his eyes for some precious rest. He would be woken early in the morning to make breakfast for every one except for himself.

oOoOoOo

The persecuting wizard banged his gavel until he had control of the arena. Before him and the other witches and wizards of the Wizengamot was Lucius Malfoy fighting for custody of his son and true heir, Harry.

"Now, the evidence that has been presented shows that Lucius Alexander Malfoy is the Father of the minor in question, Harrison James Malfoy. However, James Potter's Will does not originally name you, Mr. Malfoy, as the child's guardian or parent. Sirius Orion Black has been sentenced to Azkaban and Lily Evans has disappeared. I have no other choice than to award legal guardianship to Harry's godmother's sister, Petunia Dursley."

Another out cry from Lucius rattled them to the bone. "This is absolutely absurd! That child you're talking about is my son, damn it! Not some homeless vagabond looking for a hand out. You have no right whatsoever to take him away from me!"

Bang, bang, bang went the wizard's gavel once more.

"Mr. Malfoy, must I remind you, that one more outburst like that will result in your removal from this hearing in addition to a heavy fine…Now, giving the circumstance of your spouse's death, Mr. Malfoy, Minister Fudge has recommended that the aforementioned child to have a Paternity Concealment charm placed on him."

"WHAT!" Lucius jumped up, livid. He then turned menacing stormy grey eyes on Fudge. "You…" he seethed.

Not liking what was about to happen to the Minister, the prosecuting wizard cast a spell toward the other pure-blood only to have it blocked by a shield. Luckily for them when Lucius turned his attention from Fudge to the person that tried to hex him, Lucien stepped in to get his son under control. By this point, Lucius was escorted out of the hearing arena.

"The Paternity Concealment charm will be scheduled for Monday morning by the four members of the Wizengamot. A blood protection spell will be placed on Lily Evan's sister's home. The child, Harrison James Malfoy will be placed with Petunia Dursley and her family during said child's early school years until age eleven. Thereafter, said child will stay at the aforementioned guardian during summer breaks until legal age by wizarding standards. Parent of said child will be allowed to visit and/or have one weekend per month as well as visitation during special holidays.

"The terms of this ruling shall commence immediately. This session is now adjourned."

Fudge was seen shaking hands with the Wizengamot, smiling cheerily on a job well done until he was met with a furious Albus Dumbledore, who had recommended that Harry remained in his Father's care.

"Albus."

"Cornelius, you do realize that you are making a grave mistake by taking that boy from Lucius?"

"He is the Boy-Who-Lived! He will be an inspiration to other boys and girls, and that will never happen with him being with Malfoy."

"No, what you want is the notoriety of 'saving' the Boy-Who-Lived to further boost you career, but I will remind you again, Cornelius, that the Malfoy's are the foundation of the Ministry of Magic, and let's not forget they have a strong social standing in both the wizarding world and Muggle world around the globe."

"The Malfoy family comes from a line of Dark Art wielders. If Lucien didn't stop Lucius when he did, no telling what type of curse he would have sent my way."

"And believe me, you would have deserved it. Now, if you don't mind, I must inform a little boy that he's about to be taken away from the only family that he's ever known to be placed with complete strangers, who by-the-way are not capable of caring for a magical gifted child."

Dumbledore swept by Fudge. The Minister tuned to follow the wise wizard out the door with his eyes but the Malfoy lord stepped into his line of vision.

"Ah, Lucien-"

"Elections are coming in about another year or two, Fudge – it will be your shining moment yet again – and that is only because I haven't quite convinced my son to take over your position. You see he's a dedicated father to two adorable little boys, but since one of his sons is being torn from him in the most cruel way, well, I'm sure with some of his time being freed up I'm positive he might reconsider a more prominent role in our ever changing government. Good-bye."

With that said, Lucien left leaving Fudge chilled to the bone.

oOoOoOo

The end of June was coming up sooner than any one had hope for, especially Harry. The reason why? His Father was coming to get him for the weekend. But he groaned in despair. This was also the weekend his aunt and uncle were giving that fancy dinner party and he was to stay put in his room.

oOoOoOo

For as long as he could remember, Draco knew his father loved him and Harry, and as the years went by he could also see that the separation from their mother and Harry was taking its toll. It seemed that Lucius was losing the up hill battle of being strong for his family.

Lucius kept nothing from Draco or Harry. The young blond knew that he was the second heir in line to the vast Malfoy fortune. And that James was not his real mother, but Draco didn't care. He seen the pictures of him cradled against his father's spouse. James held Draco with love and affection as he did with Harry, and from the stories Lucius had told, James didn't make a difference between him and Harry.

Draco even blushed when he had found several pictures of James nursing him when he was an infant. Lucius merely laughed saying that James couldn't let his baby go hungry since Draco's real mother had refused to do something as maternal as breastfeeding.

Rolling over on to his back, Draco glanced out the window. Still there was no word from his brother. He also knew that Hermione and Sam wrote to Harry since the end of term. They too have not heard from him. With his mind made up, Draco went downstairs to the breakfast nook where his Father and grandfather were having their morning meal.

oOoOoOo

June 1982

Crying.

A toddler was crying for the mean man to go away and leave him alone.

"Lucius, please keep him quiet!"

"I am only going to warn you for the last time Fudge – you do not have my consent to use my given name – are we clear?"

Harry cowered in his father's robe trying to hide from the world. Quicksilver orbs peered out from his hiding spot to see if the other wizards had left. No such luck.

"Harry, come-on, man. You know this…it might save you from being mobbed as the young Malfoy heir," Lucius cooed softy to his scared shaking son.

"NO!"

Lucius looked to his Father but he couldn't respond as he was trying to console Draco. The other heir apparent had been quivering and crying as well when the five wizards came to the manor to perform the charm on Harry. The little blond had kicked the Minister. Draco felt the man was the one behind his older brother's discontent.

After nearly an hour of calming Harry, the charm was cast. Harry felt sick to his stomach as he cried harder when he saw that the enchantment left him with vivid glowing green eyes – just like his godmother. Not only did he look exactly like his mum but gone was the long messy hair and aristocratic nose. All of his father's features were gone. In addition to that his surname was no longer Malfoy but Potter.

All traces of his true lineage were gone.

oOo End flashback oOo

"Daddy, please, something is wrong with Harry," Draco said with some trepidation. "Hermione has written to me saying that she hasn't heard even once from him, and Ori and Sheri are saying the same thing."

"I agree with Draco, Lucius, ever since the Christmas hols, that boy has been acting differently," Lucien added with his grandson.

"Well, seeing that we get to visit with him for the weekend, I will get to the bottom of this," Lucius finally said.

The older Malfoys noticed Draco's sigh of relief as the latter began filling his plate with mounds of food.

oOoOoOo

It was already Friday and Harry had been pacing in his room since he finished cleaning the lounge downstairs.

"GET DOWN HERE, BOY!"

Harry smacked his lips and trotted back to his doom. Twenty-minutes later of 'don't this' and 'stay put' or 'no meals for a week if we see you', Harry was back in his room to see a house-elf bouncing on his bed.

oOoOoOo

A sleek black limousine pulled in front of number 4 Privet Drive. Some of the neighbors came out of their homes or peered through pulled back curtains to see who would visit the Durleys. They were not that important, although they tried to be.

Long legs clad in black slacks and dress shoes emerged when the door was opened by the driver. A tall handsome blond stood taking in the scenery of Privet Drive. His nose wrinkled in distaste but he proceeded up to number 4. Another blond followed. The other blond was little bit older but not by much.

Once Lucius and Lucien reached the door to knock on it they were greeted by a fat kid dressed in a formal suit that made him appear like a baby whale. His stomach stretched the rough cotton shirt to the point that the black shiny buttons were going to pop off at any moment. Even the dress coat was stretched beyond its limit. The seams buckled at the shoulder joints.

"May I help you?" the tubby child said in a false debonair voice.

The Malfoys were not impressed.

"We're here for Harry Potter."

Dudley finally took in the towering figures, and ran back into the house closing the door in their faces while screaming for his dad and mum. The door was snatched back opened to reveal Vernon Dursley's nearly purple visage. It was puffed out a bit from the lack of air.

"What the devil are you doing here? The agreement was for you to delivery that porto-whatever to take him for the weekend."

"We did, over two and a half hours ago," Lucius said not caring that the nosey Muggles were coming out of their small little houses to point and stare at them.

"Well, he's not here. I assumed you've taken him. Now, if you don't mind I'm expecting some very important guests," Vernon all but dismissed them rudely.

However, one must learn not to ever be rude to a Malfoy or turn your back on them either. As Vernon closed the door Lucius stuck his cane in to keep it from closing completely. Pushing the door back open Lucius stepped inside with his father bringing up the rear.

Now that they were inside, the house was indeed small.

"Let's get one thing straight, Dursley, I don't like you. So if you ever in your miserable life close the door on me again I will not hesitate to obliterate your fat arse into dust. Now, where is my son?"

A sausage of a finger pointed upstairs.

There were four doors to choose from once the wizards glanced up and down the hallway, praying to Merlin that the one with all the locks was not where Harry was been kept, but no such prayer was honored.

oOoOoOo

The Headmaster of Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry, Albus Dumbledore, was reviewing candidates for the post of Defense Against the Dark Arts with Minerva McGonagall, deputy headmistress, when his office shook violently then Fawks reared on his perch with a shrill of a cry.

With no time to lose, Dumbledore went around his desk grabbing onto his friend and dashed out of his office to get to the apperation points.

"For Merlin sake, Albus," Minerva cried out trying to keep her velvet green hat on top of her head. She nearly growled in exasperation at the headmaster. For an aging wizard he certainly could move.

"There's no time, we must hurry."

"What ever for, Albus?"

"The wards around the Dursley's home are failing."

oOo TBC oOo

A/N: Can any one guess the cause why the wards are failing? Well, to find out, stay tuned for the next chapter.

Nemesis

oOoOo Teaser for Chapter 11 oOoOo

"This is it, Albus! I've had it with the Wizengamot. I've put up with my son living with scum. He's been abused for twelve damn years and probably would have continued had he showed today by via portkey," Lucius vented. He was angry.

"And I agree with you Lucius. However, our hands are tied. We must renew our search for James. I see no other way of getting out of. By finding James, Sirius will be released and Fudge will be out of a job."