Give Me One More Chance
Chapter 22: Year 4, A Son's Devotion
Pairings: James/Lucius
Rating: Kneazle
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 (possibly) and male/male relationships. I'm letting you know now what the relationships WILL contain. So, if you are AGAINST such pairings, please find something else more to your liking, you have been WARNED.
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Beta-read by: Jadwiga. Thanks hon! You're the best. Any mistakes after she has done her work are mine.
Summary: Twenty-one year old 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?
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Notes: I would like to thank each and everyone who had participated in the recent polls. The results were more than sufficient for my muses to plot this chapter. I hope you like it.
Also I would like to thank all of you for being patient over the past year with my computer meltdown. I have friends in high places that were able to repair my laptop back to working condition, which allowed me to update this long awaited chapter. Thank you so very much! ~ArchNemesis
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News had traveled swiftly throughout Britain's wizarding society of the return of James Potter. His homecoming was all over the papers.
The Daily Prophet's article declared: JAMES POTTER RETURNS FROM THE DEAD!
By some unexplained turn of events, former Hogwarts student, Jamierson Harold Potter, miraculously returned from the dead. He is seen (two days prior to this print) being ushered out of court by none other than Lucius Malfoy flanked by Professor Severus Snape, Headmaster Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, and his lawyer, Calvin Calhoun.
This reporter was privileged enough to sit in on the proceedings of lawsuits between the Malfoys and the Blacks against our very own Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge.
Although much cannot be mentioned due to the delicate nature of the suits, it has come to light that James Potter is indeed the birthing mother to the boy-who-lived, Harrison James Potter, and spouse to Lucius Malfoy.
As an exclusive, Mr. Malfoy told the Daily Prophet, "…James and I are soul mates and had been officially married in 1980 following my divorce to Narcissa, shortly after my sons were born."
Surprisingly, Narcissa Black along with Lord Lucien Malfoy, both had been found guilty of conspiracy against a mated pair—a crime that is punishable by death—back in 1980. Both served a one year term in Azkaban.
But what gives authentication to James Potter being alive? As it turned out, Mr. Potter had been involved in a Muggle mugging in Godric's Hallow, leaving him with no memory of his family or friends or where he lived. Sadly, it would be thirteen years of living in an unfamiliar place before he found his way back home.
We were so busy celebrating the defeat of You-Know-Who that we failed to investigate the untimely deaths of James and Lily Potter and that of 13 Muggles and Peter Pettigrew.
Out of the devastation of the ruined house in Godric's Hollow, Lily Evanswas killed protecting her godson, Harry Malfoy. And from that great sacrifice emerged the boy-who-lived.
More to follow as this story develops.
By Marshal MacTrillian
James folded the paper with a satisfying smirk. Lucius only gave the five minute interview because Rita Skeeter was not allowed to do the write up. At least MacTrillian got all the facts straight, even though quite a bit was left out. There was no mention of Sirius being innocent—another article was to be put out next week on him and his family.
There was a small column talking about Fudge's removal from office with Arthur Weasley standing in until the next election. James was positive that his husband would contend, especially if Lucien has his way, only to rub Fudge's face in it. But Lucius didn't want to vacate his seat as a school governor—owing to the fact that he received news faster about what the boys were doing in school. A beaming smile lit James' face at the picture his mind conjured.
More than likely, Lucius would claim the Minister of Magic's seat for a few months then relinquish it back to Arthur Weasley or whoever was voted in.
With every thing that had transpired over the past several months, James felt unsettled. His husband rarely left the mansion except for board meetings; Lucius cut back on those letting his father go into the office to deal with the shareholders and media relations. The ex-Slytherin said that they were going on holiday, away from all the press and stress.
They traveled for the better part of the summer, long after the trial. Harry and Draco spent time between their grandfather and godfathers' houses. James missed his children. He had a constant ache in his chest that eventually upset his stomach, from been parted so soonafter getting back to them, but the former Gryffindor was enjoying his time spent with his lover.
Currently, James and Lucius were in Greece. The Malfoy family owned a villa on a little island called Helena just south of the mainland across a small body of water. The wizarding village reminded James of Godric's Hallow. The Muggles that lived in the area were descendants with a magical background. In a word, Squibs.
His inheritance from his mother and father passed down through the countless years. He grieved for his home. James hadn't been back of course. Lucius told him that most of the interior (especially the upstairs nursery) had been destroyed by the light and dark magic. Maybe, once Harry turned eighteen, he could fix-up the house and move-in. James just didn't have the heart to sell it.
Tears gathered in his eyes. It wasn't fair that his family had to suffer from his stupidity of not changing his Will. And for the life of him, James couldn't figure out why he (least of all Harry) was the target of Voldemort's wrath.
But there was no use dwelling on it. James knew that soon he would have to go into hiding again and probably under the Fidelius Charm. Just thinking about the past thirteen years made his stomach queasy.
In fact, he had to dash into the bathroom to puke. This was the first time in two weeks he's had a problem with keeping his food down.
Before, when he and Lucius were in Egypt, James had fallen ill. He was quite sure that he had picked up a bug among the sand and pyramids. He hadn't mentioned anything to Lucius, James didn't want to worry him unnecessarily, so James began putting up silencing charms while he was in the bathroom and all the while, Lucius was completely oblivious to it all. And things rarely got by the former Slytherin.
James was alone for the moment as Lucius had been summoned by Severus and right now would be the prefect time to take a nap. Laying down, half way asleep, James unconsciously splayed his hand across his stomach, never once noticing the tiny bursts of magic deep within.
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Obsidian eyes watched the agitated blond pace back and forth across the sitting room, magic trickling from the lithe wizard.
Lucius Malfoy was angry.
And with him being as mad as he was, it was definitely never a good thing. Lucius' temper rivaled Lucien's.
Unfortunately, Severus had to call his friend away from his holiday and husband to check on Draco. The younger Malfoy heir had been showing signs of melancholy that included lack of sleep with little to no appetite. No matter what Severus had done to get his godson to open up to him, Draco had refused to talk.
It wasn't until Sirius (being the Marauder that he was) slipped three drops of Veritaserum into Draco's pumpkin juice one morning and started asking questions that Severus nearly flipped when Draco admitted to being scared of being taking away from his parents to live with the evil witch who had hurt him.
And when Sirius had asked, "Hurt you how?" curious to know what his spiteful cousin had done to the child she had abandoned all those years ago. The answer, however, was enough for them to call Lucius.
The former Slytherin was trying his best to pull answers out of the Potions master, but Severus remained tight lipped.
Sighing, Lucius paused mid-step; shaking his head warily. He had just finished with one problem and now another problem cropped up for him to handle.
Octavious and Dumbledore had covered up the truth as towhat had really happened when his ex-wife had been to Hogwarts to see Draco—a visit, which had damaging effects to the teenger.
So, here was Lucius, in Severus' home ranting and raving about killing Narcissa. His normally pale complexion was mottled with red dots and his handsome features were contorted with fury. His magic crackled around him.
Narcissa had gone too far.
Bam!
"Lucius, you are not thinking rationally," Severus admitted after repairing another crystal water decanter.
Crash!
The other tall male turned sharply to gaze heatedly at his best friend.
"I am thinking quite soundly, Severus. Thinking how many bloody different ways I can curse that bitch. I have had it with her! She will not get away with hitting my son!" Lucius' blood boiled up again.
The Potions master finally gave up on repairing the decanter as spidery cracks crept along the decorative sides. A delicate tea set shook on the table as the windows rattled. Severus placed his hand over his face, wishing that Calhoun would hurry and show-up. He wasn't so sure if his house would survive Lucius' fury.
As if hearing his silent request, Moppy popped in announcing the lawyer's arrival.
"About bloody time," Severus muttered, pouring himself a generous amount of Scotch and poured the others Firewhiskey. He added a minuscule dose of calming draught to Lucius' glass. "Where have you been?" Severus directed to their friend, it shouldn't have taken the lawyer this long to get here if he was coming from home.
"I was having lunch with Lucien when I received the owl," Calhoun replied, handing his outer cloak to the small creature before it disappeared.
That answers my question, Severus thought, turning around to refill his glass.
Quicksilver orbs narrowed dangerously—Lucius was all ready teetering on the edge of cursing someone and Severus was not in the mood of cleaning up blood—it's a pain-in-the-arse to get out.
"And pray tell why would you be having afternoon tea with my father, Cal?"
The biting tone was not lost on the other, Severus attempted to prevent their childhood friend from answering the question, but the hints to keep Calhoun's mouth closed didn't help.
"For one: my father was not available; and two: I enjoy his company—your father is a very charming man."
Warning bells were going off in the ex-Slytherin's head—this was not the first time Calhoun had meet with the older Malfoy under the pretense of his father's un-availability. Something was going on between the two of them and Lucius called Calhoun on it.
"I've known you all my life, Cal. I love you as a brother, but I warn you, Cal, my father's heart is not to be trifled with. I will not hesitate to hex you if you hurt him. The loss of my mother nearly killed him."
The lawyer sputtered, choking on his drink, spilling it down his vest. "What the devil are you on about, Lucius?" Calhoun asked, ignoring Severus in the background to be quiet.
"I'm referring to the affair you're having with my father." There he had said it, Lucius' heart twisted painfully at being reminded of the absence of his mother and the loneliness his father must feel daily.
"I assure you, Lucius, no such liaison is going on between your father and me."
"Good," Lucius replied, taking a large mouthful of the potent fiery brew.
"That would be between him and my father."
Sharply spitting out the liquor, Lucius turned quicksilver orbs to his childhood friend. His aura crackled and sizzled.
"Now, Lucius, calm down… Cal, please tell him that your father and Lucien are merely good old friends, please! My house will not be destroyed because of Lucius' tantrum fit!" Severus declared and he didn't know how he would be able to explain to Sirius their sudden displacement, because he was not going to move Number 12 Grimmauld—under any circumstances.
"Lucius, how can you begrudge your father of physical companionship?" Cal questioned, not understanding what the problem was. Lucien was still a young robust wizard, who shouldn't deny himself of any type of liaison.
"My father should have died when I was born and the only reason that he is alive today is because of our bond," Lucius ranted.
"Yes, he is alive and you should be thankful that he had you to live for, but what about him? Don't you think it's time to allow him to have some type of relationship? I see him almost daily and he's a very lonely man, Lucius. I've noticed the longing in his eyes when he sees you and James together. Why would you want to deprive him ofsome happiness?" Calhoun tossed back to his friend; appalled at Lucius' childish behavior.
This calmed the Malfoy heir. Calhoun was correct, Lucius was being selfish. How could he keep his father alone and isolated? It wasn't fair. Sure the children were a joy for Lucien, but they were growing up and spending less time with him and his father. Besides, their company couldn't compare to that of an intimate relationship.
Being alone for thirteen years couldn't compare to thirty-six years of loneliness. Heaving a heavy sigh in defeat, Lucius dropped into his seat, taking the rest of his drink in one swallow.
"Now, that that's settled, shall we get down to business?" Calhoun asked, sitting his duffle bag on the table and withdrawing parchments. "This is what I found out about your ex-wife, Lucius."
"She believes that Draco is your true heir and had made a petition to have joint legal custody, as is within her rights to do so. However, in light of Severus' discovery of her hitting Draco that may be your ace in the hole. But this is where it becomes tricky."
"Tricky? How?" Lucius asked, refilling his tumbler with Firewhiskey.
"Draco would need to testify that Narcissa indeed hit him."
"Absolutely not! I will not have my son subjected to that kind of trial! Nor will I have my family's business put out in the open. Draco's already scared into thinking that he's going to be taken away from James and I."
"You have no choice, Lucius. You either let Draco submit his account along with Dumbledore's and Octavious' statement of facts, or Narcissa gets to walk away with joint legal custody and if that happens there will be no way to reverse the decision, regardless that James adopted Draco. Narcissa is the birth mother."
"If I allow this, what will happen with Draco?"
"You need to remember that cases involving minors are often not public with your status in the wizarding world, it's anyone's guess. I will do my best to keep this quiet, but sooner or later someone is going to leak this information to the press. Once we prove Narcissa's abuse of Draco to Children Services, she'll more than likely be refused any and all claims on Draco. A restraining order will be issued until he's twenty-five."
"I don't like this, Cal," Lucius replied.
"I know, Lucius, but it's the only way to keep Narcissa from finding out about Harry being your true heir," Calhoun answered.
The three former Slytherins took their seats around Severus' desk, discussing the possibility of yet another hearing.
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A knock on the door caused Fudge to turn around from his packing. He nearly stumbled to the floor when he saw that it was Sirius Black standing in his doorway.
"What do you want? You've gotten what you wanted from the trial, so be gone!"
"No not everything, Fudge."
The older Black heir casually sauntered around the near vacant office. Sirius noted with satisfaction that Fudge was voted out.
"What more could there possibly be?"
"My vaults."
The former minister stiffened at those two words.
"I… I don't know what you… you're talking about," Fudge stuttered. He was beginning to sweat.
"No? Well let me enlighten you. My family vaults, which include my brother's along with several properties, have been seized by the Ministry on your orders. I want you to unseal them and return them back to us," Sirius said.
"I'm sorry, but I don't know what you're talking about," Fudge repeated. "And even if I did, you wouldneed proof that the Ministry hold such items that you speak of."
Smiling evilly, Sirius reached inside his silk-lined cloak. "I believe this is the proof that you were talking about."
He then threw down a parchment that unrolled on top of the box covered desk. "It's a letter from Gringotts, you have illegally seized money that didn't belong to you or the Ministry, which you tried to access but since you are not of the Noble and Ancient House of Black, you weren't entitled to such liberties. Now you have twenty-four hours to return control of my family vaults or else."
"Now see here, you can't threaten me like that. Besides, you have to take up any grievances with the new Minister of Magic; I have no jurisdiction or power here to do as you ask."
"Oh, I beg to differ, you still hold the power of your post as Minister of Magic until midnight tonight. Your signature is on the original order, therefore you need to sign the release papers and if I have to, I'm quite sure that Calhoun wouldn't mind having another go at you."
Fudge paled at the mention of Lucius' attorney's name.
"Fine, fine! I'll sign whatever it is you want, just go away and leave me in peace!"
"You have made a wise decision," Sirius mocked, as he made sure that Fudge signed his name on the appropriate parchments.
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The school year started off as any regular school year, the feast was yet again scrumptious. Harry and Orion along with Draco, Hermione and Sam were all equally excited, happy to be renewing friendships and welcoming new students to Hogwarts.
However, those who knew Harry, knew how his luck went, the school year was anything but exciting. Somehow, Harry's name ended up in the Goblet of Fire for the Triwizard Tournament. At first many believed that Harry managed to have one of the older kids to place his name in the cup.
Regrettably, the Ministry wouldn't adjust the rules stating that it was a binding contact—Harry had to compete. Once Lucius and James were informed of their son's involvement, both nearly went into hysterics.
After the final task of retrieving the Triwiard Cup, Harry came back with Cedric Diggory's body. It appeared that the cup was a Portkey, by none other than the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Alastor Moody (and that wasn't discovered until much later).
But the tale didn't end there for Harry. In all the confusion, Harry was ushered off the field by Moody.
In the quiet of Professor's Moody's office, he asked Harry, "What was it like? What was he like?"
The teen was still trying to process what occurred andanswered automatically, "Who?"
"The Dark Lord," Moody replied as he pressed harder onto Harry's forearm, where he was cut for a ritual in a graveyard to bring He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named into a physical body. Everything else was a blur.
The Headmaster along with Severus and Minerva hurried into the office with Dumbledore casting an Expelliarmus spell, sending Moody flying into a chair and crashing into the brick wall behind him.
Once the polyjuice potion wore off, it was revealed that Barty Crouch, jr. had had a hand in placing Harry's name in the Goblet of Fire in order for him to end up in that graveyard to resurrect the Dark Lord. Severus made sure that Crouch didn't move a muscle by holding the scoundrel at wand point, ready to cast a hex or an Unforgivable, if necessary, should Crouch attempt to escape.
In the coming days, Hogwarts was in mourning as they had lost one of their own. Professor Dumbledore explained to the students that Cedric died by the hand of Voldemort, whom the Minister of Magic denied had returned. But the Headmaster had no intention of lying to his students and told them the truth—Voldemort was back.
The one most deeply affected by Cedric's death seemed to be Harry. He sat quietly in classes and barely ate. Orion finally told his mother that Harry wasn't sleeping all that well and took to staying awake for as long as he could. The Potions master sent a letter to his best friend, relaying to Lucius the information his son had imparted to him about Harry.
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Dropping his trunk inside his childhood room, Harry flopped down on the bed, happy to be finally home. He glanced about the room that he couldn't remember. Harry stood, fully intending to bath and just go to sleep, but there was a knock on his door before it opened.
"Hi, mum," Harry greeted with a slight wary smile.
"Hi, there yourself." James quietly closed the door and sat down next to his son. Harry moved a little closer to him, wanting to feel his mum's warmth and to familiarize himself with his mother's spicy-cinnamon scent, that was so like his father's and yet different and unique at the same time. "You can talk to me, Harry."
"I know… it's just that… that I… told him to grab that cup. If… I hadn't, Cedric would still be alive."
"No one blames you, Harry. If you want to blame someone, then blame Barty Crouch, junior. He was the one who made the cup a Portkey, not you. It's okay to be sad and mourn your friend, but Cedric wouldn't want you to be consumed by his death. Remember him for who Cedric was.
"Now, Dobby has prepared a light dinner for you and drawn a bath. I suggest you eat and relax and then get some sleep. Your father is taking us on a trip and we're leaving at first light," James said as he hugged his teenaged son.
"Okay, mum," Harry answered with a slight smile. "Mum?"
"Yes, Harry."
"I love you."
"I love you too, Harry."
Once James was outside of Harry's room, Lucius asked his lover his burning question, "Well, how is he?"
Sighing, James looked back to the door. "If I didn't know any better, Lucius, I would say that he was hurting from a broken heart."
The taller wizard nearly growled, but swallowed it down.
"Lucius, you can't expect a boy Harry's age not to have developed some type of crush or feelings for someone," James argued, taking his husband by the hand and leading him away from their son's door to their own bedroom.
"He's only fourteen, for Merlin's sake!" Lucius shot back.
"He will be fifteen in two month's. Leave him and Draco be…"
Oops, James hadn't meant to mention his other son.
"Draco? What about Draco?" Lucius asked, looking at his mate with some suspicion.
"Nothing, sweetheart," James said, a little too quickly for Lucius' taste, but he remained silent on the matter, watching his spouse with intensity. It was now quite obvious to Lucius it was well past the time for him to give the 'talk' to his boys.
James noticed the feral look that passed over Lucius' face and his own cheeks heated up at the dilated pupils. Lucius slid up to his smaller husband, titling James' head up towards his with slender fingers under the ex-Gryffindor's chin.
Bending a little forward, Lucius smirked and said in a low mesmerizing tone, "I seem to recall a dark haired man, of twenty, I believe…" Lucius ran his hand through messy raven locks, listening to James' breathing speed up while running his other hand along James' chest, taking great care to tease the flat pebbles just below the surface of the thin t-shirt. "…who is wearing the same look of want on his face when I took him for the first time."
Then without warning, Lucius closed the gap between them to capture thin pink lips. Soft moaning echoed within the vast master bedroom. Clothes were thrown across the room. Lucius licked his way downward, taking in his lover's unique intoxicating scent. James shivered as air hit the wet trail left behind from Lucius' tongue gliding over his skin.
He mewled loudly as his cock was suddenly wrapped in the burning heat of his mate's mouth. His head moved from side to side from the languid bobbing Lucius used to make him harder than James thought was necessary. He tangled slender fingers in blond hair, making sure not to grab tight—James didn't want to lose the fire that made his dick swell to delicious proportions.
Lucius nearly smiled around the organ in his mouth as he heard James' keen cry of passion once he slid his index finger into James' exposed hole. Unconsciously, the former Gryffindor bent his legs at the knees, spreading himself wide for Lucius, eager for more. That wicked tongue lapped at his entrance, then gently began topierce it, working it's way inside of him until he was dripping wet before going back to sucking him off. And at some point, James wasn't sure when, hismind too far gone with desire, Lucius accio the jar of well used lubricant.
Another digit was added.
Lucius carefully moved his fingers in a scissor-like motion to loosen up the taut anal passage. He felt James' legs quiver when he struck the bundle of nerves, which nearly made James jump off the bed. James rocked his hips for more friction to relieve the ache that had been building inside of him, but just when he felt his balls draw-up, Lucius let go of his manhood and removed his fingers.
Panting heavily, eyes glassy with lust, James couldn't rebuke Lucius for halting when he did. But that didn't stop his sigh of discontentment.
Lucius rubbed the rest of the slick gel onto his aching penis. Pre-cum dribbled down the sides of James' thigh onto the duvet. Lucius breathed deeply to refrain from taking his wanton lover hard and fast. He wanted this to last. He wanted to hear James scream out his name as he took James.
Lifting one tanned leg over his shoulder, Lucius watched as the tip of his length slowly disappeared into his husband's enticing fiery tunnel.
James thought he blacked-out when his prostrate was bumped on Lucius' first inward stroke. It was a bit overwhelming for him as if they haven't made love in years, when in actuality itwas the night before. This was what James adored about Lucius; the ex-Slytherin was a raging storm when they made love, slowly forming on the horizon, and then unleashing his fury upon James' body.
James groaned.
He moaned.
He began sobbing.
He began begging for release.
With his right hand, he gripped his penis, never pumping it to bring release. With his other hand, he pinched one of his nubs then reached down, running a finger over the slit to gather some of the come leaking out then flicked his finger over the nub again. That erotic action caused his husband to plunge harder.
Lucius was spell bound as he watched James play with himself. His lion was magnificent! James moved his hand up his hard-on, holding it for a few seconds before sliding his hand down. Repeating the motion several times, coaxing more semen to seep out, until a flowing river of creamy white eventually spilled over the hand that was clutching the appendage in a secure grip.
Leaning forward, Lucius kissed his bond-mate, whispering, "I love you" into James ear, reaching his orgasm after a few hurried hard deep strokes, losing the even measured rhythm he had set.
Never pulling out completely, Lucius laid on James, both attempting to gain their regular breathing back. Fingers once again returned to his long blond hair, carding through the now damp locks. Finally, James gave up and succumbed to the tiredness he had been fighting for a few weeks.
Noticing the closed eyes and light snoring, Lucius summoned a top sheet to cover them. He didn't want their children to see them naked and in bed, covered with splashed come.
Looking at his spouse again, Lucius couldn't help nudging James awake with his semi-hard-on.
Through out the night, Lucius made love to his bond-mate unaware of the new life they had created.
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A/N: Well, how was that? It took me a minute to write the end as I had to keep pausing to fan myself. If I can't say nothing else about this chapter other than it was lengthy, it is the end scene was HOT. So, now we see that James if pregnant again and doesn't know. How will Lucius react when he finds? How will James react? Do you think that James will keep it to himself again? Does anyone believe that Severus is pregnant also? Don't know? Well, stay tuned for the next chapter to find out.
Nemesis
oOoOo Teaser for Chapter 23 oOoOo
"What the bloody hell is going-on?"
"Now, Siri, it's not what you think," Severus cut in, hoping his husband wouldn't do anything stupid.