Give me one more chance
Chapter 11: Domino effect
Pairings: James/Lucius
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WARNING: This is about male pregnancy and male/male relationships. Not your cup of tea? Please, hit the back key.
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A black ominous cloud hung over number 4 Privet Drive, causing near-by residents to drop their blinds and close their curtains, while those who were standing near the house in question fled into their own homes locking and closing up everything.

The Ministry of Magic appeared a few minutes after the wards began to buckle under the magical over load. Fearing for the worse, Minister Fudge ordered Aurors to quarantine the area around Harry Potter's place of residence.

The Headmaster of Hogwarts, along with his Head deputy, Apparated at the end of the block unnoticed. They quickly walked toward the house that was supposed to keep the pre-teen from harm.

"Hold it—I'm sorry but no one's allowed beyond the perimeter," a young Auror said.

"My boy, do step aside. I'm one of Harry Potter's guardians," Albus informed the young wizard.

"I was not-"

Another explosive of magic blew out the windows of number 4. Albus and Minerva by-passed the shell shocked Auror and entered the Dursley's home unprepared for the scene that greeted them.

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"Come on, Mum! Get up! You promised to take us today," Orion blasted in his mother's ear all the while shaking a smooth bare arm.

"Lay-off on mummy, Ori. Can't you see he's tired," Sheridan scolded her brother.

Even though they were twins they were nothing alike.

Orion had inherited their Father's reckless deposition for getting in to a lot of trouble or causing it. He also acquired both his Father and Mother's brilliant minds. The male Black heir excelled in all his classes except Potions.

Unfortunately, he also got his Father's lack of interest with the subject. But that's not to say he's terrible at it. Oh, no! Far from it. Orion ranks number five with his friend Harry at four. Blaise Zambini at number three, while Hermione Granger held the number two spot and his sister, Sheridan, and Draco Malfoy fought over the number one place.

On the other hand, Orion got his Mother's quiet personality. He only talks to Harry and Hermione and on occasion the young witch from Ravenclaw. The down side to Orion's sweet disposition was that the older twin also displayed his Mother's violent temper. It was not wise to cross the young Black or anyone who he cares about.

After the incident with Ronald Wealsey during Defense Against the Dark Arts, none of the students (except Hermione) wanted to be paired off with him, his sister, Harry, or Draco. All the others kept their distance.

The Potions mater's pride and joy was Sheridan. The Slytherin had a mean streak out of this world, and was loyal to a fault. She defended her brother and friends during Harry's adventure with the Philosopher's stone.

Sheridan also inherited her mother's temper added with her father's need for pranking people when riled—it was a dangerous combination.

Severus swore he had gained some grey hair the last school term over some of the pranks his daughter pulled along with Harry.

James would have been proud he thought bitterly. He and his best friend had lost their spouse and they still couldn't give up hope that James was alive and that Sirius would be set free.

"I'm up," Severus barked. He was never a morning person and for Orion to wake him up at six in the morning was just asking for some type of bodily harm. "Why, do you want to go to that blasted place anyway, Ori?" he asked.

Severus looked at the exact copy of his husband. It was hard not to break down and cry every time he saw his son. Orion had Sirius' boyish features from when they were at Hogwarts. The Potions master started making a list of what he was going to talk to Orion about. Soon, the boy would start looking at the opposite sex.

He blanched.

I hope he doesn't go through half the population of girls before he realizes he wants his own gender like Black Severus thought with a grimace.

"Mum?"

"Hmm… oh, I'm sorry. I was just thinking about your father," Severus said with a cheerless smile.

They saw it. They always saw the sadness, the hurt and the despair in their mother's onyx eyes whenever he thought about their father. Hopefully, by going to Number 12 Grimmauld Place it would put him into a better mood and would not be any more pain for him.

"Will we ever see father again?" Sheridan asked after telling the house-elf what to bring for breakfast. Then busied herself by taking out her mother's robe for the day as well as his dark blue trousers, white shirt, frock coat, and shoes.

"I don't know, sweetie, Fudge has made it impossible for me and Lucius to go see him but not to worry. We will come up with something. Mentioning Lucius have you heard from Harry? I've sent two owls to him with no response."

The twins shook their heads negatively. Severus opened his mouth to say something else but Moppy popped in.

"Emergency, sirs! Emergency!"

What could possibly have the creature this emotional so early in the morning? The house-elf was running around in circles pulling at its ears and covering its large golf-ball sized eyes.

"Moppy! Please, could you just tell me what-"

"Master Malfoy! Headmaster needs yous right away, sir."

Orion and Sheridan shared a look—they had never seen their house-elf this upset—even when they tried to make cookies for their mother on his birthday and ended up setting the kitchen on fire.

Pondering what was said, Severus jumped out of bed, dressed and told his mischievous children to behave while his was out. For once, he wanted to have a relaxing summer vacation without all the chaos springing up around him.

For Merlin's sake, what trouble did Lucius land himself into this time?

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Vernon Dursely was a very large man in width but short in height. So, when he was faced with a lean irate wizard he assumed his heavy bulk and boxing championship title would give him the advantage over the extremely tall blond.

But sadly Vernon ended up on the hallway floor covered with glass from the kitchen door, after been thrown clear across the narrow span of walkway. Fudge was already laying face down on the livingroom floor unconscious with several Auroras positioned throughout the house—the reason why?

Lucius Malfoy had just found his son imprisoned in his bedroom with skeleton key locks preventing Harry from leaving to do even the basic of bodily needs.

Worse—Lucius also discovered that his son was severally underfeed. At first glance Harry appeared to be fine like any other preteen, but upon further inspection traces of little to no food could be detected. Green sunken eyes, too thin face, and chill racking shaking.

The Malfoy heir had his son remove his shirt and when Harry protested, it became painfully obvious that he didn't want his father or grandfather to see what his overly whale size clothes were hiding.

But it didn't matter, Lucien spelled away his grandson's shirt to almost faint with shock. Not only was Harry's body bone thin, his chest and back was littered with blistered red with deep threads from someone's shoe on Harry's back at the base of his neck, and that was when Lucius lost his composure.

Not even taking the time to walk downstairs, Lucius Apparated to Vernon and unleashed a tsunami of magic, which alerted the Ministry of Magic.

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Smoke was rising out of the windows of Number 4 Privet Drive when Severus arrived. From end to end the block was roped off by Auroras and a notice-me-not spell put in place to prevent Muggle emergency vehicles from turning onto the wizard filled street.

Knowing where to go Severus waltzed straight to Number 4.

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Absolute mayhem reigned supreme in the Dursley's home. Medi-wizards and witches were tending to Fudge, Vernon, and Harry. Severus wouldn't have believed it if he wasn't witnessing the aftermath of Lucius' infamous rages.

"Ah! Thank goodness you're here, my boy."

"Albus, what set him off?"

The Headmaster knew whom Severus was referring to. The wizard sighed. Dark days were coming.

"Lucius, right now has been given a calming draught and a dreamless sleep potion. He, along with Lucien, is upstairs in Harry's room. The Dursley's have been abusing Harry apparently since his arrival here and with all the evidence right here, right now, Fudge refuses to remove the boy from this house."

Shaking his head with regret and placing a withering hand on the younger wizard's shoulder, Dumbledore peered over his wired rim frame glasses.

There was no mistaking that look. Blue orbs held that old familiar gaudiness. Severus had to restrain himself from rolling his eyes. The old man was plotting again.

"This is Lucius'… um, what did he call it… yes, a mobile phone. Please, make sure that he receives it—he dropped it. Oh, Harry is in a quite a state. The medi-witch just took him upstairs. Make sure that he gets plenty of rest and more importantly—food," Dumbledore mysteriously instructed.

Quickly running upstairs, Severus didn't have to guess which room was Harry's. An Aurora was guarding the door but the hideous locks were a dead give-a-way.

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The deputy Headmistress watched her surroundings with detached interest as Severus spoke to her scheming friend. She wondered briefly if Albus was a Slytherin. His actions over the years added to the firm belief that he took great pleasure in outwitting the Minister.

Like now.

Fudge right at this very instant was too engrossed with damage control to even realize what was going-on, and by the time the smoke cleared Harry would be untouchable.

The elder witch smirked. Barmy, Albus may be but he's no one's fool.

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It was late evening, Friday still, when Lucius found himself in his bed with Dumbledore sitting on a chair next to him. He immediately sat-up remembering what took place earlier in the day.

But having little to no energy with his magic core nearly depleted, Lucius was as vulnerable as a new born kitten. He was drained and his body shook. Even though his bedroom was warm his body was cold, but it didn't matter.

He had been trying to kill that fat bastard of a Muggle and would have succeeded if Fudge hadn't barged in and interfered but that was okay. Since Harry's condition was Fudge's fault, Lucius had vented his anger to the Minister.

All he needed now was for Voldemort to show-up on his doorstep and his day from hell would have been completed.

"You're awake, my boy!" Albus crowed.

"Where's Harry? I need to get my son out of there."

"Don't worry about him. He's fine. I made sure of it."

Dumbledore flicked his wand at the tray on the other side of the bed.

The silver platter held an antique China tea set as well as small bite size sandwiches. Once it settled next to Lucius on the serving table, the pot poured out steaming hot herbal tea in the two cups. Phials rattled, gaining the blond's attention.

"Severus wants you to take those with each meal. Restorative potions, I believe."

Turning up one phial, Lucius pulled a face and started right in on the Minister of Magic.

"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, which probably would have continued had he showed today via portkey as scheduled," Lucius ranted. He was working himself into a state again.

"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 this. By finding James, Sirius will be released and Fudge will be out of a job."

Lucius couldn't argue with the old man's logic. Having come to a decision that would hopefully end this on-going nightmare, Lucius said, "What must be done?"

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Another school year flashed by with Harry and Company being caught yet again in the middle of a sinister plot. This time it was rumored that Harry was the heir of Slytherin when he and Draco faced-off against one another in Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Severus knew that the brothers could give the assembled students a real demonstration, especially after telling that fool Lockhart the kids need to be learning disarming and blocking spells, but much to his and every one else's surprise, Harry began speaking Parseltongue when Draco sent a cobra his way.

The snake wasn't so bad as it slithered toward its target on the lunar covered platform. What made it bad, was when that idiot Lockhart called that he would 'get rid of it', only to launch the creature straight up toward the ceiling to have it crash land (hard) back to the platform.

That was when it got ugly.

The cobra hissed and spat out venom preparing to attack, of all people, Ron Weasley, when Harry zoned out and started talking to it.

To everyone it seemed as if Harry was telling the snake to strike because of their inner house rivalry, but Severus found out much later after roasting the thing before any harm came to any of the students, Harry was actually trying to get the snake not to lash out at Weasley.

Harry's school term went downhill from there.

Hermione ended up being Petrified. He was accused of doing the same thing to Mrs. Norris, as well as Justin and a whole slue of other Muggle born students. Even his family name was being dragged through the mud.

The hour was at its darkest when Harry met the true heir of Slytherin, Tom Marolvo Riddle, also know as Lord Voldemort after finding the Chamber of Secrets with Orion.

Harry came out of the confrontation with a preserved fifteen year old Riddle, bloodied and bruised, but alive. Then Dumbledore revealed something that was food for thought: "Only a true Gryffindor could pull the sword out of the hat."

Lucius entered the Headmaster's office with a house-elf in tow. This was how Lucius found out about his son's treatment. Dobby didn't know how to inform Mr. Malfoy of his young master's state without divulging any of Harry's secrets, which was why Dobby began withholding Harry's mail.

The house-elf knew someone would be concerned if they haven't heard back from his master. And it was right.

Walking out into the open corridor, Lucius paused upon hearing Harry calling after him.

"Mr. Malfoy!" he hated calling his father by his sir name.

In a low whisper he said, "Dad, please don't be mad."

"Harrison, not only did you risk your life but that of Orion's by going after a bloody Basilisk. I nearly had a stroke when Severus fire called me to say that you deliberately went into the Chamber of Secrets with Black's only heir after being told to stay in your common room," Lucius said Harry needed to know what he had done was extremely foolish and dangerous.

"Dobby will remain here with you—to make sure that you don't get into any more mischief or at least inform me of what you're doing." Lucius checked his pocket watch. "I have a plane I need catch but we will finish this discussion with Draco once I return. Please, Harry, do stay out of trouble while I'm gone, okay?"

"Okay."

Lucius turned to leave but Harry stopped him again. Looking around to make sure no one was watching; Harry hugged his father.

"I love you, dad."

Bringing tears to his eyes, Lucius returned his son's embrace.

"I love you too, Harry. Go before someone sees us."

With that Harry took off.

Now alone with the house-elf, Lucius looked down at the diminutive creature.

"Make sure no harm comes to my son, Dobby."

"Yes, Master Malfoy, sirs." And with a snap of its boney fingers, Dobby was gone.

But this was only the beginning for Harry. His biggest challenge was yet to come.

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A/N: How was that? Sorry, I know it's been awhile since my last update but I got wrapped up with Devils and Demons. Please forgive me. Did anyone know where Harry went? I'm interested in knowing what everyone else's thoughts on it are.

Nemesis

oOoOo Teaser for Chapter 12 oOoOo

All motion stopped when that familiar low chilling silky tone filled the classroom.

"Fifty points from Gryffindor for pulling a prank in class."

"Bloody hell! It's Snape!" Ron shouted.

"Oh, my goodness," Hermione whispered.

"How very observant of you, Mr. Weasley, and another twenty-five from Gryffindor for use of foul language."