Give me one more chance
Chapter 13: Mr. Malfoy
Pairings: James/Lucius
Rating: Kneazle
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W A R N I N G: This is about male pregnancy and male/male relationships. Not your cup of tea? Please, hit the back key.
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How did he ever get roped into a scheme of Lucius', Severus would never know. The Potions master presently found himself in a Muggle hotel cursing his best friend's name.

Today, in a few hours actually, he and Lucius have a press conference for one of Severus' potions. Apparently, Lucius in one of his meetings with shareholders had placed his mug of tea next to his Muggle secretary (whoby the way had been trying forever to sleep with him) had been suffering with a terrible migraine.

She unknowingly drank from his cup of tea instead of hers. Well, as the Muggle saying goes: 'The rest was history'.

Needless to say, Severus had invented a simple but complex Muggle remedy for migraine sufferers. Lucius gave some bullshit story that his friend (which was true) was a pharmacist who had switched over to holistic remedies nearly fifteen years ago.

Some of the top Muggle pharmaceutical companies had been inventing various types of remedies but some of those were dangerous and often fatal.

At any rate, Severus prepared an outline chart with the listed ingredients. The Potions master was just thankful that this particular draught didn't require magic, or else he and Lucius were in deep trouble.

The clock chimed 10:15. Lucius would be at the hotel to pick him up soon. Severus gathered his things and left his suite. Hopefully, this would be over soon. He was ready to go home. He sorely missed the twins and the comforts of his dungeons.

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Pots and pans clanked against each other as another 'ow' came from the kitchen. Then finally a soft hum floated through the open house as chopping and mixing reigned in the cooking area.

"Oh, Jay! Sweetie, I told you, you didn't have to cook," came the chastising tone of the lady of the house.

Hazel eyes nearly tear up. "I'm sorry but I feel so, so useless if I don't do something." The onions that were being chopped were stinging.

"All right, I'll allow you to cook this time, but I don't want to see you in here without me, okay?"

A bright smile lit the face. "But tell me, Jay, how have you been feeling and I want the truth not the crap you feed my husband."

Jay had lived with Doctor Matt Johnson and his, wife, Helena, for the past thirteen years. The doctor had been the one who had treated Jay, a twenty-something year old male with no name or family.

It seemed that the mysterious youth was attacked on his way home. Unfortunately, the mugging went wrong and left him without any memory who he was or where he lived.

He knew he was married to someone with the initials 'LM', which was etched into a beautiful gold ring encrusted with diamonds. A lion made up the engagement ring and the wedding band was a snake coiling around itself with its tail in its mouth.

The craftsmanship of the wedding piece was beyond remarkable. Whoever this 'LM' was had a lot of money, and judging by the set 'LM' was apparently a man. Not all that surprising since same sex marriages were legalized back in the late eighties.

One night after Jay came to live with the couple, the youth told them that someone called him, Jay. Bits of his memory were slow in returning. He was haunted by the most unusual pair of grey eyes, too grey to be real. And it was a strange coincidence that the jewel eyes of the snake matched those eyes in his dreams.

Jay would always talk with the doctor about how he was feeling but it was with Helena that he would open to and talk about his dreams, his returning memories.

"I saw him again, Helena," his voice broke as he snapped green beans in the water filled sink.

"LM?"

"Yes. At least I think it's him."

She waited patiently for him to tell her the rest.

"It was weird, though," he started then chuckled. "I know it was a dream because…"

"Jay, please, we can't call him baby Malfoy forever, love. Come-on, please?"

"He's beautiful," he said un-wrapping 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."

"Hmm?"

"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."

But the look in his friend's eyes told him otherwise. He sat down in the chair across from her.

"It wasn't a dream, was it?"

"No it wasn't. And I'm going to assume the name you mentioned is your husband's first name: Lucius and the baby, Harrison James, is named after you, so Jay, it seems your real name is James Malfoy."

But there was more.

"How do you know that it was a memory and not just a dream?" James asked unsure.

"When you were brought into the hospital and Matt took over your care it was evident after a couple of months you were pregnant," Helena explained taking hold his hands. "Matt was so in awe with you because you reminded him of his younger brother that he needed to get you out of the hospital."

Helena paused to catch her breath. Tears swelled in her blues eyes. "He—he brought you here to make sure that you was treated with care and love and not to be experimented on like some lab rat. Well, needless to say we didn't have the right equipment to help you keep the baby."

James' hand flew to his stomach.

"I was pregnant? But… how? I don't understand."

"We don't know but you, my dear, are able to carry and birth a child. You still had milk in your mammary glands. You must have nursed… um, Harrison-"

"Harry." Another memory pushed forth.

"What?"

"His name is Harry," James said referring to his son.

Part of his past, his memory was coming back but he still needed something tangible for all of his memories to return. With a heavy sigh James went back to preparing dinner.

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The Potions master couldn't be any happier when he caught Harry Potter walking the corridors of Hogwarts but his shining moment was spoiled when Professor Lupin showed up dragging the boy with him.

Remus was breathing fire by the time they reached his office—he nearly slammed the door in the process.

"Harry! What in the bloody hell are you doing, wandering the corridors late at night when there is a killer on the loose?" Remus bellowed. "Snape is more than willing to use you as bait to get to Sirius. And believe me, Severus will not be happy if this gets back to him, and it doesn't matter that you're his best friend's son."

Harry winced at the mention of his godfather.

"I will inform your Head of House and a letter will be sent to Lucius as well. However, I will make no mention of the map but heed my warning: I will not cover up for you again. I want you to return to your dormitory. If you stray—" (tapping the parchment) "—I shall know about it."

Remus turned his back to his nephew—clearly disappointed.

"Remus?"

"Yes, Harry?" he answered sounding wary.

"I don't think that that map always work," Harry admitted, still confused by what he saw on it earlier.

"Oh, really? Why is that?"

"I saw the name Peter Pettigrew."

The professor had gone stark white, but Harry didn't notice before bidding him goodnight.

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After arriving home from work, Matt was pulled aside by his wife and was told what happened with their charge. The doctor scratched his head in concentration trying to think of where he heard the name Lucius Malfoy. It wasn't a common surname and Matt was quite sure that he'd heard it somewhere before.

He was strong in the knowledge that he could find something on the bloke.

James had been quiet and more drawn into himself. He was married to Lucius Malfoy (whoever he might be) and by some miracle had a baby with him. In addition to that, he had been pregnant again but had lost the baby. The messy haired young man excused himself from the table, not having much of an appetite and went to his room to retire for the evening.

Helena and Matt could not imagine what James was going through. Most of his memory was gone with only bits and pieces flashing in his head like a slide projector.

With the dishes cleared away, the couple settled into the family room to watch the news.

Topping today's headline: Millionaire businessman, Lucius Malfoy, launches plans to sponsor one of the nations leading pharmaceutical companies…

The couple dropped everything to stare wide-eyed at the tall, regal long haired blond, and with a snap of his fingers, Matt jumped-up, "He's one of the shareholders for one of the family department stores."

He glanced at his watch then just as quick made for the door.

"Where are you going?"

"To pay Mr. Malfoy a visit. If I hurry, I can get to the company's headquarters before it closes."

"Matthew, be serious! He might not even be the man," Helena argued.

"Maybe he is. Maybe he's not, but that boy upstairs needs some kind of closure. This is the first real god honest break we've had. Up until today, he didn't even know who the hell 'LM' was. I'm going, I'll call you later to let you know what I find."

Matt kissed his wife good-bye and left. She tuned off the telly and resumed her knitting. Hopefully, James could go back to his life. Her heart broke at the thought. The raven haired young man was a blessing to her. Never being able to have kids of her own, James filled that void of maternal longing and she wished that if this Lucius Malfoy turned out to be his husband…

Well, she would somehow get over it.

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It was well past eight o'clock when someone, obviously his secretary, knocked on his door. She timidly entered as he didn't bother to open it himself.

"Sir, I'm sorry to intrude, but-"

"But you did, Miss Foxworth. I'm getting ready to leave. Whatever you need to have signed can wait until I return."

"But sir," she persisted.

"No, not now, I need to see Harry, something has come up at his school-"

"Harrison James Malfoy, correct, Mr. Malfoy?"

Lucius gripped his cane.

"Who the devil are you and how do you know my son's name?" Lucius waved his secretary gone. She closed the door quietly, wondering who the other man was.

Quicksilver orbs took in the expensive suit, neatly trimmed beard and hair along with manicured fingernails. Feeling no waves of magic, Lucius went to his hidden liquor cabinet pulling out a bottle of Jack Daniels and two shot glasses offering one to the gentleman.

He sat down behind his desk, cane still in hand.

"So, tell me… Mister…"

"Johnson." He offered his hand but Lucius didn't shake it.

"Mr. Johnson."

Matt felt a little intimated and offended. He prayed to god that this was not Jay's husband. He looked around the office for pictures but found none. A slight cough brought his attention back.

"Mr. Malfoy, I-" but then he saw it, reflecting off the glass behind Malfoy's chair. He got up ignoring the other man's protests to stare dumbfounded at the group of pictures.

The first frame held a smiling James with Mr. Malfoy, dressed formally exchanging rings—this was their wedding photo. The next held James and Lucius holding two little boys. One child had hair black as night. The other's hair shined like the sun. Both had stunning grey eyes.

The last photo was of the two boys with Lucius. They were older but Lucius in the picture seemed… untouched by time expect his hair was a little longer (like it was now).

Harry, Matt guessed was an exact copy of James with glasses. Several years back, Matt managed to get Jay, or rather James, to have corrective surgery for his eyes. Fortunately, it was an out patient procedure and recovery was two days. Now, looking at his son, Matt could easily see the resemblance expect for the eyes.

He opened his mouth to speak but closed it when he felt Lucius' cane at his throat.

Lucius for his part cursed himself for not being any good at Occulmey and wished that Severus were here.

"My patience, Mr. Johnson, will only go so far. Now, I suggest you tell me what you are doing here and how do you know my son?"

The question chilled Matt to the bone. The doctor carefully turned to face the tall blond.

"I apologize for my rudeness, Mr. Malfoy, but I had to be sure."

Lucius scoffed but said nothing, wanting the man get to the point.

"My wife and I have had a house guest living with use for the past twelve—almost thirteen years. He was a patient of mine who was found in a small rural area called Godric's Hollow—the place is famous you see because of some man, supposedly a great sorcerer of some sort.

"Anyway, this young man, when he finally came out of his coma didn't have any recollection of who he is or where he is from. He did by chance remember someone close to him called him Jay."

Matt paused to gauge Lucius and was not disappointed. The other man went deathly pale.

"Jay also had an exquisite gold wedding set of a lion clawing a rather large diamond and a snake coiling his finger. The inscription inside both rings read: Forever bound to you, my lion. Love, LM."

The lights blinked in and out of Lucius' vision as yellow and red dots danced across his eyes right before everything went black.

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A/N: Well, how was that? Sorry, for the long wait but I'd been working on Devils and Demons and now I'm currently co-writing with Mitts on Family.

It seems that James has been found or least Lucius thinks so. Remus just realized that Peter is alive and well. Sirius didn't kill the rat like the wizarding world believes but what does that mean for Severus? Don't know? Well, stay tuned for the next chapter.

Nemesis

oOoOo Teaser for Chapter 14 oOoOo

"I want to see my son."

"I'm afraid you cannot, my dear. By all rights, Lucius has made it clear that you are not to have any contact with young Draco."

"I can. I will not be denied my son, Dumbledore! The statue of restriction has long since past. Here are my papers… unless Lucius has a court order stating that I'm not to see Draco then I suggest you get him up here."