Give me one more chance
Chapter 15: Black sheep
Pairings: James/Lucius
Rating: Kneazle
Disclaimer: I don't own any characters from the Harry Potter Universe they belong to JK Rowling and Warner Bros. Nor do I make any money from the writing of this story.
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.

Beta-read by: Jadwiga. Thanks hon! You're the best. Any mistakes after she has done her work are mine.

Summary: Slash:AU:OOC:mpreg: Twenty-one year James Potter finds himself in a precarious situation after he split with his boyfriend. Only his friends and family knows about it, but what happens when his ex-lover comes back?

Notes: I would like to thank Mitts for stepping in to beta-read while Jadwiga is recovering from being sick.

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Draco silently entered the Headmaster's office behind his best friend's grandfather. He could understand why his godfather didn't talk about his family. The man (Octavious Snape) was like a block of ice—cold and distant.

Once inside the office, the first person Draco saw was a tall slender blonde girl, with eyes similar to his. Next he spotted the Minister of Magic, and then a frail old wizard. Lastly, there was Professor McGonagall and the Headmaster. Professor Snape was lurking somewhere off to his left. Just like Uncle Sev.

"Come-in. Come-in my boy. It's been a while since you last visited."

"Uh, yes sir. I'm sorry for not coming to visit with you earlier, but my studies are a priority. Um, if you don't mind me being so bold—why am I here, sir?"

"Well, Mr. Malfoy-"

"I am the reason," the blonde cut in.

Draco bristled at her rudeness, and let her know as such. "If you don't mind, the Headmaster was addressing me."

She was truly scandalized. "I—I… well… I never!"

"And lady, you probably never will either," Draco shot back.

Somewhere in the background, Snape snorted to keep from laughing and Minerva picked-up her tea cup (which was extremely cold) to hid her smile. The Minister looked positively aghast, and the old man was shocked as well.

But the snide comment was Narcissa's breaking point. She reached out as quick as lightening, and before anyone realized what she had done, Draco pulled his wand to curse her. His normally fair face was now sported a burning red handprint causing Dumbledore to flip.

He jumped up out of his chair. "I will not tolerate any type of abuse of my students in this school or in my presence. Draco you may go. Please visit Madame Pomfrey—you are excused from classes for the rest of the day."

The door closed behind Draco with a loud bang, and when it closed Dumbledore exploded.

"I see why Lucius forbid you from seeing him! You are not fit to be anyone's mother, you ungrateful witch!"

"How dare you try and lecture me about if I am capable of being somebody's mother!"

"And how dare you lay a hand on that boy? As far as he's concerned, James is his mother—"

"That Gryffindor whore is dead! He will never ever hold claim over my son!"

"You lost that claim by stealing another wizard's bond-mate!" Dumbledore delivered, instantly shutting Narcissa's mouth.

A pregnant pause was left in the wake of the two arguing. Then another rich smooth baritone chimed in.

"Azkaban should have taught you a well learned lesson, Narcissa."

All turned to the lithe blond wizard, who was holding his walking stick. A murmured 'thank Merlin,' came from behind Dumbledore.

Narcissa stiffened, closing her fists tightly, drawing blood as her long sharp nails dug into her palms as she stared into dark Quicksilver eyes.

"I was very surprised to say the least when I was called away from a very important meeting by Professor Lupin that you demanded to see Draco."

The former Slyerthin gracefully glided into the room, ice-blue spheres belying the violent action that would take place. All inside the office barely breathed.

The older Malfoy continued in his low casual voice but everyone knew he was waiting to unleash his anger upon the dark haired blonde, should she say anything wrong.

"So tell me, my dear, why are you here? My son paid you enough in alimony for the time you were married to him to stay away from Draconius. And any claims you think you are entitled to… you're not."

Narcissa gulped. If Lucien didn't kill her now, Lucius sure in hell would. She couldn't open her mouth—she couldn't get air into her lungs—Narcissa was choking.

"I warned you to stay a way from my son, you treacherous bitch. You have caused enough strife between Lucius and me," Lucien bellowed.

His magic crackled, and bolts of lightening tore down the walls, exploding into the floor. Everyone took (or tried to take) a step back. No one, not even Dumbledore, have seen Lucien this raving mad.

The senior Malfoy unsheathed his wand from his cane and aimed for Narcissa.

"If you believe in any higher powers, you best pray to them now… Ava-" Green light slowly appeared at the tip of his wand.

But Lucien fell at a dead heap on the floor with Octavious standing over him, his wand drawn as well.

Unemotional onyx eyes, hatefully stared into scared silver-blues.

"I just did you a flavor, Black. You best believe I will collect your debt one day. Personally, had Fudge not been standing there, I would have let him cast that Unforgivable, then I would have helped him dispose of your body," Octavious finished with a snarl.

Fudge decided he had the balls to speak up. "I'm sorry, Albus, but I'm going to have to have him arrested for attempting to cast an Unforgivable."

Snape growled, startling them. "If you so much as try to arrest Lucien, Fudge, I will personally make sure that you won't make it past lunch."

"Are you threatening me?!" the Minister barked.

"Oh, yes, very much so. As much as I don't like Black, he was at least good to keep my son happy, and you took that away from Severus when you wrongly accused his husband of killing Potter, Evans, and those Muggles and not to mention that worthless Pettigrew.

"Black may be a lot of things, but a murderer he is not. But I digress from the situation at hand, Minister. If any body needs to be arrested, arrest Narcissa."

"What?" Both Narcissa and Fudge screamed, while Dumbledore sat back behind his desk watching the events unfold right before his twinkling azure eyes, with Minerva smiling into her fresh cup of tea.

And Mr. Willowbrooke gaped at them all—they were all crazy! Especially the wizard that was unconscious on the floor.

oOo TBC Oo

A/N: How was that? I bet all of you thought that it was Lucius that show up, huh? Come on tell the truth, because if you did then good—I wanted everyone to believe that it was Lucius and not Lucien. So, what's Narcissa playing at? And what's going to happen to Lucien since he did attempt to kill Narcissa in front of Fudge. Don't know? Well, stay tuned for the next chapter to find out.

Nemesis

oOoOo Teaser for Chapter 16 oOoOo

"What the bloody hell for?" Severus asked.

"We've missed some things in our world, Sev. One being, Sirius has escaped Azkaban…"

"And the reason?" Severus asked his friend.

"Hello, Severus."