To Be A Malfoy
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Oh by the way, this story at the present time, is set in 2004. Lucius was born in 1970, James, Siri and Rem in 1973, Draco in 1990 and Karliya in 1993. Don't ask me why? But I just prefer this time line to what most other people go by.
Oh yeah, you know what Lucius is wearing at the end of the Chamber of Secrets movie? Well, that's what he'll be wearing at his trial, with his hair tied back, just so I don't have to describe it in the story not that I was going to anyway, but just so you know.
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Chapter 12: The Trial
Lucius awoke early the next morning, the sun hadn't risen yet and he was very tired. He turned his head to the left and gazed through half closed eyes at the alarm clock, Go Back to Sleep. It read, and in the corner it had the time, 6:25am. He yawned, and he couldn't help but think there was something he was meant to do in five minutes time. Oh yeah…the potion…
The tired, nervous Death Eater sat up, careful not to wake James who was snoring, no matter what the raven-haired man said. Lucius felt around in the dark for the potion vial on his bedside table, he pulled the cork out the top and quickly drank it down.
Lucius did everything to stop himself from choking, that had to be the vilest liquid he had ever tasted, and being a Death Eater he was quite prone to drinking some odd things. The potion was not only vile in taste but it also burned as it went down his throat causing him to rush to the bathroom for a good, cold, refreshing drink of water.
I at least thought Severus liked me enough to tell me how horrible it was…guess I was wrong. Lucius yawned again after he had had a drink, he ran a hand through his long hair and then he studied himself in the bathroom mirror with the early morning sunlight that was just starting to appear. I look like shit run over…I guess this is what stress does to you. How does James stay so ridiculously handsome when he's stressed? …Another hour of sleep is what I need, I think.
Lucius yawned again as he went back out to the bedroom; he climbed back into bed and settled back down next to James. He glanced at James when he heard his husband make a small noise before he turned over and continued sleeping on.
Lucius kissed James lightly on the back of the head before curling up behind him and pulled James into his arms for another hour or so of sleep.
8:30am, Wednesday, May 26, 2004
"I'll see you in the courtroom," said James quietly, he gave a weak smile and hugged his husband tightly, not wanting to let go.
"Don't worry about me," whispered Lucius into James' ear, he kissed his younger husband on the lips and squeezed his hand before he was led away by an Auror to the room where the Veritaserum would be given to him.
James sighed and headed for the courtroom Lucius' trial would take place in, he just wanted to curl up and hide until this was all over. But he couldn't, he was testifying today and he wanted to be there for Lucius, even if his husband would be drugged up on veritaserum and probably wouldn't be aware of his surroundings.
James sat down near the front of the courtroom next to none other than Severus Snape, who had also arrived early. James had opted to wear his muggle contact lenses today instead of his glasses, so he could look more menacing, he had always thought the glasses had weakened his glare so it wasn't so frightening.
"Has he gone in?"
James nodded, "Yeah…idiot keeps telling me not to worry about him, but what else am I meant to do?" He absentmindedly fingered the pendant that was around his neck.
Severus raised an eyebrow, he knew a lot of people wouldn't dream of calling Lucius Malfoy an idiot behind his back and they definitely wouldn't do it to his face, but James wasn't afraid so he did it quite often. "Perhaps it might be prudent to actually listen to him this time, hm?"
James sighed and crossed his arms; he gazed at the front of the room. "He's going to be questioned under veritaserum, how am I meant to be calm about that?" He glanced at the dark haired man. "…Unless you know something I don't?"
"I know a lot of things you don't," replied Severus, he noticed James' glare. "But I know nothing out of the ordinary about Lucius' trial."
"Okay…" James gave the Potions Master a suspicious look before turning back to the front of the room as a lot of other people started to enter.
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Lucius drank down the veritaserum, and almost immediately he could feel it taking over his mind. The sudden light-headedness nearly made him throw up. But as soon as it came the feelings of the veritaserum left him. Sev's potion… Was the last thing he thought before he had his hands cuffed.
Noon, Wednesday, May 26, 2004
"The procession will continue at one o clock sharp."
James was practically dragged out of the courtroom by Sirius as soon as the Judge stood. He didn't want to leave Lucius but he had to eat, he had barely eaten any dinner last night and he had skipped breakfast this morning and Sirius thought it was about time his best friend had something to eat.
"James, you need to eat," said Sirius giving his best friend a pointed look. "You can't starve yourself over this."
"Luce'll be starved if he does go to Azkaban," replied James quietly; he had his arms crossed as he stared down at his lunch.
Sirius hesitated and then he nodded, "Guess I can't argue with that." He knew all too well how much you were starved in Azkaban, which brought a frown to his face.
James sighed and rubbed his eyes, "Sorry…but I just feel so sick right now, I've only ever felt like this when one of my kids has been injured."
Sirius nodded in understanding, "Do you think maybe this might also have something to do with those questions you were asked this morning?"
James shrugged a little, "Maybe, I mean seeing your four year old son under the Cruciatus Curse isn't something a parent really wants to remember."
James was referring to an incident that happened when Draco was four years old, his son had gotten in the way of a Deatheater torturing an innocent victim. Draco became the innocent victim that day, the Deatheater that had cast the curse had been so shocked that he never lifted it off the small boy. Draco probably would have died that day if it hadn't been for Lucius and James turning up at the Riddle House just in time to lift the curse off their son and give him the urgent medical treatment he needed.
Draco, of course, didn't remember this, James and Lucius had agreed to wipe their son's memory of that.
"I haven't known Anna for long, but I do kind of understand how you feel," replied Sirius quietly. "Especially after that attack."
James gave a small smile, "Believe me, the more you get to know them the more worried you become when you're not with them."
Sirius smiled, "Yeah, Rem said the worry never leaves."
"And he's right," James ran a hand through his dark hair before picking up his fork. "I s'pose I'd probably get kicked out of the courtroom if my stomach keeps interrupting."
Sirius nodded, "Exactly. So eat."
"Yes sir."
1pm
Sirius noted that his best friend was really starting to get anxious now, Lucius was up on the stand, seemingly out of it because of the veritaserum. The Deatheater was yet to be questioned, which was also making James nervous.
James was fiddling with his wedding ring while he gazed up at Lucius unblinkingly with his worried brown eyes. Please, why won't they get this over and done with? It was then that a Lawyer, the one on Dumbledore's side, started talking.
"State your full name please."
Lucius, knowing these people thought he was under veritaserum, carefully kept his eyes lowered and as glazed over as he could without making them too sore. "Lucius Draco Lycinaeous Malfoy II."
The Lawyer nodded, "And your occupation Mr. Malfoy?"
"I am a School Governor."
The Lawyer started pacing backwards and forwards in front of the stand, "How long have you been married to James Potter, Mr. Malfoy?"
"Nearly fourteen years."
"And do you love him?"
James frowned at that question, but he couldn't help but notice that there was something off about Lucius. His eyes weren't as glazed over as they should be when under veritaserum and he seemed far more composed than the last few people James had seen under veritaserum did.
Lucius forced himself not to scowl at the Lawyer as he replied, "Yes I do. Very much." What kind of stupid question is that? What does that have to do with my being a Death Eater?
"Mr. Malfoy, how old were you when you became a Deatheater?"
Lucius sighed quietly, "I was fourteen years old."
"Mmhmm. And were you willing to join You Know Who's ranks?"
"No, I was not."
What?! Oh god, how is he doing this? Thought James in mild surprise. He knew something was up, but how was Lucius lying like this? But to be honest, right now James didn't care so long as it kept his husband out of Azkaban.
Severus smirked slightly; he had been waiting for a question like that one to make sure that his potion was working on his blonde friend.
The Lawyer raised an eyebrow, "Then why did you join?"
Here goes nothing. Thought Lucius as he opened his mouth to reply. "My father placed me under the Imperius Curse after I refused to join."
"Mr. Malfoy, are you aware that the Imperius Curse wears off when the caster is dead?" asked the Lawyer smirking, thinking he had Lucius in a trap.
"Yes."
"Your father has been deceased for sixteen years Mr. Malfoy."
"I am well aware of that."
The Lawyer sighed, "Then why have you continued working for the Dark Lord?"
I would think it's quite obvious, but apparently not. Thought James, narrowing his eyes a little at the back of the Lawyer's head.
"I was afraid Voldemort would have me killed if I left his ranks," replied Lucius honestly. That was how he felt now, it may not have been the truth about ten years ago but it definitely was now.
"Just afraid for yourself?" questioned the Lawyer glancing over his shoulder directly at James, before turning back to Lucius.
"Myself and my family."
"Why?"
This is someone who's made my hit list. Thought Lucius in irritation. "Voldemort has made it very clear to me, that he would have myself, James and our children killed if I were to betray him or leave his ranks."
"Very well," the Lawyer started pacing again. "Mr. Malfoy, did you know about the attack on the Ministry on the twenty third of March of this year, which nearly resulted in the death of your husband?"
Most of everyone in the courtroom noticed Lucius flinch at the mention of James nearly dying.
James bit his lip, What, are they trying to make him say he doesn't love me ?…I know that's what they think…
"No I did not," replied Lucius quietly.
"Mr. Malfoy, have you ever killed somebody without You Know Who's orders?"
"…Yes…"
Oh god, they will throw him in Azkaban now. Thought James worriedly as he chewed his bottom lip nervously.
The Lawyer smirked, "What was the victim's name?"
"Rodolphus Lestrange."
James raised his eyebrows, What? Why…oh…it was him. He finally clicked. That was the bastard that raped my son…
"What circumstances led to the death of Mr. Lestrange?"
Lucius gulped, he knew saying he had killed someone willingly would probably have signed his ticket to Azkaban, but he was willing to take this risk right now. Especially as he had only said 'yes' by accident, he hadn't meant to. "He raped my son."
Nearly everyone in the courtroom gasped in shock. James chewed a fingernail, he was so glad Draco wasn't here to hear this. He knew his son hated reminders of his horrible experience.
"Oh…" the Lawyer hesitated, and rightly so. "W-when did this happen? …The rape, I mean."
"Last summer," Lucius kept his voice as even as possible.
"When did you find out?"
"I overheard Lestrange talking with other Death Eaters about it after a meeting. He kept expressing his interest in doing it again…so I made sure he couldn't."
"So, Mr. Malfoy, are you saying you would kill to protect your children?"
Lucius lifted his head slightly, "Yes, I would."
"No further questions, your Honour."
Three Hours Later
James clung to his husband like he was never going to let go, the final verdict had been reached about an hour ago and ever since James had been allowed to speak with his husband alone, he hadn't let go.
Lucius managed to prize James off him enough to see his husband's face, "I take it you didn't have much faith in me getting out of this did you?"
James gazed into Lucius' piercing grey eyes, "If you were in my place, would you?"
"I guess not," replied Lucius; he kept one arm around James' waist as he brought his other hand up to his husband's hair. "You know I wouldn't leave you on your own with our brats, I'm not that cruel."
James couldn't help but smile, "I know." He tilted his head up a little and kissed Lucius on the lips. "Can we go home now?"
Lucius grinned and shook his head; "I want to see Dumbledore's reaction before I leave this building."
James sighed, I should've known. Dumbledore did look livid though… "Okay, shall we?"
"Mmhmm." Lucius grabbed James' hand as his husband started to leave. James turned back to him with an eyebrow raised. "You should wear your contacts more often, brings out your eyes."
James smiled, "You're not going to start being all nice and considerate now are you?"
"Hell no," replied Lucius as he and James left the room they were in and headed to the function hall where the Minister was meant to be officially apologising to Lucius for the trouble this had caused him and his family. "I plan on being as nasty as possible now, to anyone and anything that gets in my way."
"I'll be sure to stay out of your way then," said James as he followed Lucius into the Function Hall.
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They had been in the hall for a little while now, Cornelius Fudge had been up to them to talk to Lucius and he was quite blatantly told where to shove it and quietly threatened by the irritated blond.
Being with Lucius for such a long time now, James had come to know his husband's glares and sneers with numbers and descriptions. Right now Lucius was sporting Glare #7 and Sneer 6, quietly plotting your death.
"Lucius."
Lucius turned around and found himself face to face with the very man that had him put on trial. "Dumbledore."
James was standing just off to the side of the two men, his brown eyes flickering backwards and forwards between his ex-Headmaster and kidnapper and his husband. He saw Lucius' expression turn from irritated to cold as soon as he laid eyes on the old wizard.
"I must say Lucius," started Dumbledore, ignoring the look of pure loathing he was getting off the younger wizard. "I was very surprised upon hearing your verdict."
"Oh?" Lucius raised an eyebrow, showing as much of his aristocratic arrogance as he possibly could. "And why is that?"
The look on Dumbledore's face was not too kind, "We both know the truth, there's no point in denying it."
Lucius smirked slightly, "And what would the truth be Dumbledore?"
James moved closer to his husband's side in order to hear more of the conversation. I have never seen Dumbledore look so malicious before, even when he kidnapped me…
Dumbledore narrowed his eyes at Lucius, "I know what you are, and before this war is over, I will have you in Azkaban where you belong."
"We'll see about that," replied Lucius, looking his utmost evilest.
Dumbledore turned on his heel and walked away with Lucius sneering after him.
"That was very uncalled for," commented James when Dumbledore was out of earshot.
Lucius turned to James, eyebrow raised, "Yes, very."
11pm
James sat down on Lucius' desk, right on top of what his husband had been doing ever since they had come back from the Ministry.
"Do you mind?" questioned Lucius in slight annoyance.
"Not at all," replied James smiling innocently. "Now tell me, Lucius, how did you trick the veritaserum?" He raised his eyebrows curiously.
Lucius raised an eyebrow, "What makes you think I tricked it? Is it so hard to believe that I am actually a good person?"
"I can't believe you just said that with a straight face," said James, his tone and expression not the least bit amused. "How did you do it?"
Lucius sat back in his chair and raised his eyebrows in amusement. "Why do you want to know? I'm not in Azkaban am I?"
James made an irritated noise, "I know you were lying and I want know how?"
"You don't have much faith in me do you?" questioned Lucius, he was deliberately stalling even though he knew how annoyed James was getting.
James narrowed his eyes; "I'm going to slap you soon."
Lucius smirked and rested his hands on James' thighs, "Look, I can't tell you." He put his hand over James' mouth as he saw it open again. "It's just a precaution, okay? If the Ministry do realise I was lying they would probably put everyone who's close to me under veritaserum to find out how? So if you know, you'd be able to tell them."
James frowned; he hated being kept in the dark. "Fine."
"If Dumbledore didn't have it in for me, I would tell you."
"OK, ok, I get the point," James got off the desk. "I'll leave you in peace then."
Lucius sighed and pulled James down onto his lap before he could move any further away. "You know I love you right?"
James gave a small smile, "Yeah… But still, I don't like it when you keep things from me." He held up his hand when he saw Lucius was about to talk. "And don't say its for my own protection, I can look after myself."
Lucius rested his forehead against James', "I know that, I just feel like it's my duty to make sure you're safe, it is my fault you're in danger after all."
James smirked, "Some dark wizard you are."
Lucius quirked his eyebrows, "You know I'm not all bad, just about ninety percent of me."
James grinned before closing the gap between their mouths in a deep kiss.
Two Days Later
James was in Diagon Alley with his daughter after picking her up from the Primary School there, "Come on then, ice cream it is."
Karliya grinned, "Yey! Someone in class today said dad was a dick head."
James smirked as he followed his daughter into Florean Fortesques, "A lot of people would agree with that."
"But why? What has he ever done to them?" questioned Karliya innocently, she really didn't actually know about Lucius' other life, his Deatheater life.
"Two bowls of cookies and cream thanks," said James to Fortesque behind the counter. He looked back to Karliya. "It's very complicated and…I don't think we should discuss it here…or at all."
"Oh…okay…" Karliya took her bowl of an ice cream and followed her dad outside to a table. "Can you tell me at home?" She put on the puppy eyes for extra measure.
James sighed and folded his arms on the table, "Karly, sweetie, no." Karliya pouted. "Look, perhaps when you're older all right? But right now, I think you're a bit too young to understand."
Karliya scowled at him, "Fine."
James raised an eyebrow; "It's for your own good."
…Malfoy Manor
"We understand-"
"No, I don't think you do," said Lucius to the guests that had turned up about half an hour ago, asking to speak with their son, James. "Do you have any idea what you have done to him? And how many times has he tried getting in touch with you since you kicked him out, just to get heartbroken all over again? I think you should leave, I am not somebody you want to be messing with right now."
Michael Potter didn't seem at all daunted by the nasty reputation of the man in front of him, "Listen here, Malfoy, James is our son, you have no right to keep us from him."
Lucius arched an eyebrow, "He is also a fully qualified, thirty one year old wizard. I am not keeping him from you; he made that decision himself. Tell me, do you feel at all guilty about what you did to him when he needed you?"
"Of course we do," said Irene Potter, in nature she was actually a very kind person, but she was an old fashioned one. "I personally, was very shocked that my son was pregnant."
Lucius surveyed the two Potters with great disgust, he knew he, himself, hadn't been too fond of having James around when he first turned up, but he didn't kick the boy out. "Tell me, have you ever had a crying, homeless, pregnant seventeen year old turn up on your doorstep in the middle of the night?"
Before either of the Potters could answer a voice from the dining room doorway sounded.
"Luce, what's going on?"
Lucius turned in his seat to see James standing in the doorway, his eyes full of worry. He got up from his seat so he could talk to James in private as Irene spoke.
"James, we're here to talk with you."
James regarded his parents warily, he had been waiting for a day for them to be civil to him but now that that day had apparently arrived, he wasn't so sure he wanted anything to do with them now. They had hurt him far too many times in the past.
"Come with me," said Lucius quietly to his husband.
James didn't say anything; he just let Lucius lead him out of the dining room and to his study.
After Lucius closed the door behind him he turned to James, "Ja-"
"Wh-when did they turn up? What are they doing here?" questioned James almost frantically. "Why now?!" He sat down on the arm of the couch.
Lucius sighed and rested his hands on James' shoulders, "They turned up just after you left earlier, apparently they finally feel guilty about how they treated you…" James glanced up at Lucius through his dark fringe. "I was trying to get rid of them."
James chewed his bottom lip nervously, "I-I'm not ready to talk to them…not right now anyway… I can't just forget how they treated me and let them back in…"
Lucius put a hand under James' chin and tilted his head up; "Do you want me to get rid of them?"
James thought for a moment before nodding, "Yes…tell them to give me some warning next time."
"Okay," Lucius left the study in a swish of robes and headed back to the dining room.
"Where is he?" demanded Michael.
"James does not wish to speak with you today," said Lucius calmly. "But if you make an appointment, I am sure he will spare some of his time to talk with you."
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A/N: I know that took a while to get up, but I have been really sick.
Next Chapter: Summer. Karliya gets her Hogwarts letter; Draco scares her with tales about the Sorting Ceremony and the teachers. And Lucius comes up with a plan that could result in the end of the Dark Lord.
