To Be A Malfoy

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Brunette89: Glad you like it! I missed getting feedback for this story!

Eleonora1: Yes I changed the title just as a precaution. Ha ha, this story is no where near finished, I am currently working on Chapter 19, all the chapters are up on my Yahoo Group.

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I forgot to say how old Lucius is last chapter, as James is nineteen I figured I'd make Lucius about three years older, so he'll be about 22.

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Chapter 2: The Raid

Despite being a so-called evil Deatheater, Lucius sure was happy about the prospect of another child. But not long after he had cuddled James and told his raven haired lover just how much he really loved him, his dark mark started to burn so he had to leave immediately leaving James and Draco alone in the huge manor with the House-Elves.

Around mid-afternoon, James carried the tired little Draco up to bed for a nap, he tucked his son in and kissed him on the head before leaving the toddler's massive room and going back to Lucius' study.

James always sought refuge in this particular because it made him feel safe and Lucius had personalised it so it reminded James of his husband when he was away as well.

James picked up the book he had started that morning and went and sat on the black leather couch that he had practically bullied Lucius into buying a few months ago. He opened his book and started reading, it was about the Dark Arts, which was about all this study contained, but after reading a couple of Lucius' books James had become quite fascinated by the Dark Arts, but he had never dabbled in them seriously. Although Lucius had taught him how to use the Unforgivables about a year ago.

James' Flashback

"You can't be so nervous if you want to protect yourself with these James." Said Lucius to his younger husband.

"But it's an innocent little animal." Squeaked James, he hated seeing animals in distress. It always brought tears to his eyes if he saw them die on TV or in movies.

"Look, you wanted to learn them and performing them on animals is the best way to learn." Replied Lucius, he really did have the patience of a saint when it came to his husband and son.

James frowned, "But why furry animals? Why not lizards, or snakes, or spiders, I don't like spiders, I'll happily kill them."

Lucius placed his hands on James' shoulders and squeezed them, perhaps a bit too hard as James winced a little. "Do you want to learn or not?"

"Yes."

"Then stop arsing around and listen to me." Snapped Lucius irritably. Perhaps his patience wasn't that great.

"Sorry." Said James meekly; Lucius' tempers could be quite scary sometimes.

Lucius sat on his study desk next to the cage of mice that he had gotten specifically for this task and for a few potions he was working on down in the basement dungeon of the manor. "James, I'm not forcing you into this, it was your choice. But if you want to learn, you can't be so nervous and worried about it, the curses are pretty useless otherwise."

"I know that." Replied James, folding his arms. "I'm not like you, I can't do it without feeling bad about it."

Lucius raised his eyebrows slightly, "You think I don't feel bad?" James shrugged as Lucius got off the desk again. "Believe me, I do feel guilty when I kill someone, the guilt just doesn't last long. Not many people can use the Unforgivables without feeling a bit of guilt, not even Voldemort."

"Really?"

Lucius nodded, "Now will you try?"

"Yeah…" James pulled his wand out from his belt as Lucius let one of the mice out of the cage. He took a deep breath and pointed his wand at the mouse before clearly speaking, "Crucio."

The little mouse stopped moving before its body started to twist and shake as the torture curse overtook it, James looked closed his eyes so he didn't have to watch. The squeaking soon stopped.

"Is it dead?"

Lucius picked up the limp mouse and examined it. "Yes. Its neck is broken, Cruciatus doesn't usually break bones."

James opened his eyes again and saw the mouse dangling limply from his husband's hand. "Great, now I'm a rodent killer."

"They are rodents, it doesn't matter so much." Replied Lucius; he cast a charm to incinerate the dead mouse's remains. "Do you want to try the Killing Curse now?"

James hesitated before nodding, he watched as Lucius let another mouse out of the cage before standing back. James thought of something that really pissed him off before casting the Killing Curse, "Avada Kedavra!"

A beam of green light shot out of his wand and hit the mouse directly in the side, it squeaked in surprise before falling onto its other side dead.

James could feel his malicious streak starting to come up now, "You know, my parents used to yell at me and lock me in my room if I even mentioned the Unforgivables around them."

Lucius raised an eyebrow; "Did they ever…hurt you?"

James sat down on the desk chair, "I did get a few slaps if I mouthed back at them…nothing serious…Nothing like Sirius suffered at his home."

Lucius nodded in understanding, "His brother's a Deatheater."

James looked up in surprise, "Really? That weak little shit?"

Lucius smirked a little, "Yes, initiated last week."

"He's only…fifteen."

"I was fourteen." Replied Lucius, "Age has nothing to do with it."

"Oh…" James thought for a moment. "Can we try the Imperius now?"

"Oh, we are eager."

End Flashback

Of course, James had thought of becoming a Deatheater a few times, but he had never gone through with it because he didn't have the guts to do it. But when he had mentioned this to Lucius, his husband had practically forbid him to make a commitment like that.

James had nearly nodded off to sleep in the study when he heard his name being shouted.

"James?!"

James sighed, "In the study!"

Lucius appeared a few seconds later, looking a bit flustered. "Come on." He grabbed James' hand and pulled his husband up.

"Hey!'

As Lucius steered James towards the stairs he spoke, "I want you to take Draco and go to Lupin and Black's."

"Wha-Why?" Questioned James worriedly as he was pushed up the grand staircase.

"I have to lead a raid tonight." Replied Lucius as he pushed James into their bedroom. "And while I'm gone some of the others are coming here to make a potion downstairs. I don't want you or Draco here alone with them. You pack while I go and get him."

James was given no room to argue so he set about doing as he was told, when Lucius was in one of these moods it was best to just do as he said, no questions asked. But James did know Lucius wasn't too fond of going on raids, especially when Dumbledore's people interfered.

Although, it was a bit odd because Voldemort very rarely sent Lucius on these raids unless it was important and couldn't be trusted to a lower level Deatheater.

"Ready?" Lucius appeared in the doorway again with Draco in his arms.

"Yeah." James picked up his bag. "Where is it?"

"I'm not sure, Wormtail got the co-ordinates." Replied Lucius, he handed the still half-asleep Draco to James and got them both back downstairs. "It's a dark creature recruit."

Ah, that would be why Luce is going. Thought James worriedly. "OK, tell me as soon as you get back."

"I will." Lucius kissed them both goodbye before rushing off to get his Deatheater regalia on, the mask, the black gloves and the black robes.

James took Draco out passed the Manor wards and apparated to the neighbourhood Sirius and Remus lived in. He trudged up the garden path and steps to the front door of his friends' house and knocked.

The door soon opened to reveal Sirius, he took one look at James, Draco and the bag and spoke. "Fight or raid?"

"Raid." Replied James before Sirius let him in.

Sirius and Remus were quite used to James just turning up unannounced nowadays, there were usually two reasons why he wouldn't owl before turning up, either he and Lucius had a nasty fight or Lucius was on a raid.

"Hey little guy." Said Sirius practically stealing Draco away from his daddy. "How's my dragon been huh?"

"Kiddie snatcher." Mumbled James in minor amusement.

Sirius grinned at him, "But he's so cute."

James smiled, "Well, there'll be another one for you to play with soon."

"You're pregnant?" Asked Sirius raising an eyebrow.

James nodded, "Yeah, that's probably why I was ordered to come here as well." He knew very well that Sirius still didn't entirely trust Lucius, even though they had spoken a few times and he did know that Lucius would never dream of hurting James or Draco, but that still didn't stop the Animagus from being suspicious. Remus on the other hand, was a little more accepting of the Malfoy heir, he was a bit cautious of Lucius but other than that, he trusted that Lucius just wanted James and Draco to be safe.

Sirius hugged James, "Congratulations."

"Thanks."

It was getting late now, James was upstairs in the guest bedroom trying to get Draco to sleep, he wasn't good at sleeping in strange places even though he had been to Remus and Sirius' house lots of times.

Remus and Sirius were down in their living room cuddling on the couch when Remus suddenly sat up, eyes and ears alert.

"Rem-"

Remus held up his hand to stop Sirius from talking, he listened a bit more before getting up. "The wards are down."

Sirius' eyes widened and he got up as well, pulling his wand out from his belt. "Shit."

Lucius stood outside the house his group of Deatheaters had been ordered to raid, his eyes were wide. Oh shit… Did he recognise the place? Yes. He had been here a few times before and now he knew full well that his husband and child were in there.

"Fall back!" He shouted moving forward, his wand out. The other Deatheaters ignored him and continued closing in on the house. "Shit! I said fall back!"

Remus managed to cast a quick Protection Charm so the Deatheaters couldn't get upstairs where Draco and James were before the front door flew off its hinges.

Sirius started firing hexes and curses left and right without thinking, he may be an Auror but he sure didn't think much.

Lucius ran around to the side of the house, he cast a charm on himself so that he could scale the wall and get inside from the upstairs windows. He never saw another Deatheater follow him, probably thinking they were meant to do this.

Lucius climbed through an open window just as he saw James run out of the room in a hurry. He got back to his feet and saw his son sleeping peacefully on the bed, he cast his own Protection Charm on the little boy before creeping out of the bedroom, still unaware that somebody was behind him.

James stood at the top of the stairs, just hiding behind a wall, his back to the bedroom his son was asleep in. He had his wand out and he shot a few curses every now and then, not aware that he and Draco weren't alone upstairs anymore.

James tried to shout out when he felt an arm go around his waist, but whoever was behind him had quickly covered his mouth as well. Now he was frightened, but he could just see the black of a glove on the hand that was over his mouth. A Deatheater.

He tried to struggle free but he was being held tightly, his arms pinned at his sides, while trying to struggle, he dropped his wand and groaned. It never clicked in his mind that this could be the raid Lucius was talking about, even though Remus was a werewolf.

Draco awoke to all the commotion downstairs. "Daddy!" He cried out, he went silent as soon as he saw someone dressed all in black with a metal mask on looming over him. "I want daddy!"

"Shush little one. I won't hurt you." Said the Deatheater, he quickly cast a charm on the little boy making the youngster fall unconscious. The Deatheater, none the wiser about who the child was, picked Draco up and got back out of the house and apparated away.

James had heard his son crying out for him, which only made him struggle more, but in doing so, the grip on him tightened.

He soon found himself being pushed into the wall, so he was pinned between the wall and the Deatheater, his mouth still covered. James stared terrified at the Deatheater in front of him until he noticed the grey eyes that were just noticeable from behind the mask.

Most of the Deatheaters were unconscious now, one was still going strong and Sirius was duelling with him when the Order of the Phoenix turned up. Headed of course, by Albus Dumbledore.

Dumbledore, surprisingly, was almost completely in the dark about James. He knew the Gryffindor had become pregnant and he knew James had been taken out of Hogwarts, but after that, he knew nothing of where James was now, or more to the point, who the father of the baby was. Sirius and Remus had been questioned about their friend but both claimed they had no idea what had happened to him.

"Stupefy!" Shouted Sirius, and the Deatheater he had been duelling with fell to the floor unconscious.

"It seems we arrived too late." Commented Dumbledore as he surveyed the dead or unconscious Deatheaters in the Black/Lupin residence.

Remus wiped the blood off his forehead, where he had been cut, he suddenly remembered about James. "Um…I need to go upstairs." Without another word he lifted the Protection Charm and took two steps at a time up the stairs.

Lucius kept his hand over James' mouth, even now after his team were pretty much useless. "I swear I had no idea this is where the raid would take place." He saw James brown eyes narrow darkly. "We were just given the co-ordinates, not he street address or who we were coming to get. You have to believe me…" He trailed off when he realised they weren't alone anymore.

James took that chance to shove Lucius away from him, "You honestly think I believe that?!"

"It's the truth! I didn't know!" Argued Lucius, he pulled his mask off so the surprised werewolf on the landing could see who this Deatheater was. "Blame Pettigrew, not me! He gave us the location!"

"…Pettigrew?" Repeated Remus quietly.

Lucius looked to the brown haired man, "He's a Deatheater, he's been spying for Voldemort, not very well I might add… I did try and call them back once I realised where we were, but they don't listen, even if I am in charge of them."

Remus nodded slowly, being a werewolf he could sense people's emotions and feelings, and right now he could sense Lucius'. Regret. Honesty. Anger.

Neither Remus nor Lucius noticed James slip off back to the room Draco had been in, but they both noticed when he came out as white as a sheet.

"James what's wrong?" Questioned Lucius, he had a feeling of dread building.

"Draco's gone…"

"Shit…we have to get out of here." Said Lucius, he looked around and then back to Remus. "What's the quickest way out?"

"The front door." Replied Remus blankly. "I'll make sure no one sees you." He left and went back downstairs; noticing the entrance hall was free of people now.

Lucius grabbed James' hand and tugged him sniffling along behind him.

Once safely outside, Lucius apparated them away from the Lupin/Black house and to the Riddle House, where he was certain they would find Draco and the idiot that kidnapped their son.

Before going inside the old house, Lucius turned to James who was somewhere between anger, confusion, worry and misery, either way, he was crying. "Jamie, I'm sorry…If I had known-"

"Ok, I believe you!" Snapped James, still sniffling. "Did Voldemort know?"

Lucius sighed, "No, nobody but Pettigrew knew who we would be raiding."

James folded his arms protectively over his stomach; "Can I kill the bastard that took Dray?"

Lucius pulled James into his arms and hugged him, "Well, if this is indeed where Draco is, then Voldemort's probably killed the bastard already."

"I'll mutilate his corpse then." Replied James tears still in his eyes.

Lucius kissed his husband on the forehead, "Calm down James, you know the Dark Lord doesn't like his floors covered in blood. Its hell to get the stains out."

James smirked a little, Lucius could be funny when he wanted to be and pretty sweet. "OK…let's get this over and done with then, I just want to sleep."

"Come on." Lucius took James' hand and led him up the steps to the heavy wooden front door of the old house. He put his wand to the lock and muttered something; the door soon swung open and then went in.

They entered a big room where a circle of Deatheaters had gathered, some who had fled from the raid before they were hurt and some other non-descript ones. The Dark Lord was standing in front of the big fireplace saying something to them, and there beside him, was a little blonde haired boy playing with a toy.

But seeing their son safe and well didn't loosen James' grip on Lucius' hand, in fact it tightened nearly causing the Deatheater to cry out in pain. Although he did know that James was still afraid of some of the Deatheaters, and Voldemort occasionally when he had seen the Dark Lord angry.

"Ah Lucius, just who we were waiting for." Said Voldemort glancing over at Lucius, his red eyes flickered to James momentarily. "I hear the raid did not go quite to plan."

"You promised you wouldn't hurt my friends!" Growled James, his narrowing at the Dark Lord.

Voldemort nodded, "Yes, I did promise that James. And if I had in fact known where this raid would actually be taking place, I would not have permitted it, especially as I hear, you and Draco were there."

James practically ignored Voldemort and spoke again, "Where's Pettigrew? I want to kill him."

Voldemort gave an almost pleasant smile, "I assure you, Wormtail has been dealt with for his blunder already." He turned back to the other Deatheaters. "You are dismissed. You will hear from me again, soon."

After the Deatheaters had left, James ignored both Lucius and Voldemort and went over to his son. He crouched down in front of Draco and brushed his son's hair out of his eyes. "Are you ok sweetie?"

"Scawy man huwt me." Replied Draco pouting, tears starting to form in his eyes.

James noticed the gash on Draco's pale cheek, "Aw baby, its ok, don't cry." He pulled Draco close and cuddled him, watching out the corners of his eyes as Lucius and Voldemort left the room.

"I trust everything is fine with James and yourself?" Questioned Voldemort as they entered his study.

"Yes, it is my Lord." Replied Lucius, standing to attention like you were meant to around the Dark Lord. James of course, ignored this and always seemed to have his arms crossed and a scowl on his face in the Dark Lord's presence.

Voldemort sat down at his desk, "I have noticed lately, that he has been a bit more temperamental than usual." Despite being the Dark Lord, he did show some concern towards people, and he did genuinely like James, which was surprising.

Lucius nodded, "He recently found out he is pregnant again, I was told earlier today."

Voldemort smiled slightly, "I trust you are looking after him then?"

"Of course my Lord." Replied Lucius, he was being half-honest, he was looking after James but he did have a job and the Deatheater meetings were becoming more frequent now. "I may need some more time with him now though, to help him get over this evening."

"Very well." Voldemort tapped his fingers on the arms of his chair thoughtfully. "I have some research that needs to be done, I will send you the instructions by owl as soon as I have finished them."

"Yes my Lord."

Before sending Lucius away, Voldemort spoke again. "As the Dark Lord, I wouldn't normally say this and I will ask you not to repeat this to anyone." Lucius nodded. "My door is always open if you need someone to watch your son."

Lucius stifled a laugh and his grin, "Thank you my Lord. I am sure James would appreciate that."

Voldemort nodded, "You may leave." He was quite aware that his right hand man had been trying not to laugh at him.

Lucius bowed a little and turned on his heel, he left the study, when he was a safe distance away he snorted with laughter. I swear the Dark Lord just offered to baby-sit.

"What the hell are you so happy about?" Asked James irritably, when Lucius returned.

Lucius smirked, "Eh, Voldemort just offered to baby-sit." James raised an eyebrow in slight alarm, but Lucius could see the humour in his eyes. "Now come on, you two need some sleep. You had a long night."

James let Lucius take the now sleeping Draco off him and they both left the Riddle House to go home and sleep.

A/N: How was that for a second chapter? I think it was much better than the first if I do say so myself, what about you?

Next Chapter: A flashback of how James and Lucius came together. Draco witnesses somebody being put under Cruciatus in the Malfoy Manor and James gets deadly because of it.