Troubled Past

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Warnings: Rape/incest talked about.

Also, just so I can keep Harry's birthday as the 31st of July, male pregnancies in this story last for eleven months.

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Chapter 3: James's Story

Sirius and Remus both sat there in stunned silence, their mouths hanging open and their eyes wide with shock.

James shifted uncomfortably under the shocked gazes of his friends, "You asked…"

Remus was the first to snap out of his shock, "Y…your father raped you," he stated, his voice was a little higher and he looked a little sickened from this news. James nodded slowly. "…When?"

James chewed his bottom lip nervously, and continued to look anywhere other than at his two shocked friends, "Its been happening since…since the summer before second year…"

Sirius finally snapped out of his shock-induced daze, but now his expression had turned to one of anger though it didn't really show through in his voice, which was unusually calm. "And this pregnancy? What happened with that?"

James didn't answer straight away, instead he leaned over to his bedside table and he pulled a framed photo out of a drawer and handed it to his friends, "My son."

Remus leaned closer to Sirius so that he could see the photo; it was a muggle one of James with a tiny baby wrapped in a blue blanket in his arms, and it appeared to have been taken the day that the child was born. "But…if he was the result of a rape…why didn't you have the baby terminated?"

"I couldn't bring myself to get it done," replied James quietly. He moved up against his headboard and folded his arms over his stomach. "Then not long after I was dragged away from school…my gran found out that its virtually impossible to abort or miscarry male pregnancies, because the only way that they can happen is with a potion…"

Sirius' fingernails were digging into his palm from how tightly his fists were balled; "Your father deliberately got you pregnant?"

"I guess so…"

Remus handed the photo back to James before speaking again, "When was he born?"

"The next summer, end of July," replied James, he noticed the confused looks his friends gave him. "Potion induced male pregnancies last for an eleven month gestation period, instead of the usual nine… It was the beginning of August before fifth year when i-it happened…"

"Oh James…"

James gave a small shrug and a grim smile, "I'm fine now…and my parents can't get near me now anyway. As soon as my grandparents found out what had happened they practically kidnapped me and moved to Ireland to protect me."

Sirius looked like he was forcing himself not to explode and track down Mr. Potter, "But what about getting your father arrested for what he's done? Why hasn't that happened?"

James smirked humourlessly, "You know his status in society, no one would believe that Edward Potter got his own son pregnant," he sounded spiteful but he did have a right to be. "Mind you, my granddad was nearly arrested for 'assault' because he bashed my father…"

Remus bit his bottom lip lightly before trying to change the subject a little, "So eh…what's the baby's name?"

James smiled a little, "Harry, Harry James Potter. My gran insisted on him having my name as middle name, 'tradition' apparently."

"And he's what, fourteen months old?"

"Nearly, yeah," James sighed. "…Is there anything else you want to know?"

Remus shook his head but Sirius looked thoughtful. A few moments later he finally spoke, "Yeah…why didn't you keep in touch? If you were with your grandparents, you could have owled us at least once a fortnight or something to let us know that you were all right. I was worried sick about you."

James frowned and furrowed his eyebrows, "I did write to you. I should be asking why you two and Peter didn't bother keeping in touch with me."

Remus glanced between the two dark haired boys, sensing another argument was coming on, "James, we didn't receive any letters from you."

"What?" James was confused now. "I wrote to you guys every couple of days, I started to think you hated me because I never got any replies."

"Unless the owls were intercepted," said Sirius thoughtfully. "I mean, your parents were the ones that took you away, maybe they didn't want you communicating with anybody that actually cared about you."

"Maybe you're right," replied James, he rubbed his eyes under his glasses, then he rested his head back against the wall behind the head of his bed. "…I just wish I could have a normal life…"

Remus moved up the bed so he was sitting next to James, and he put an arm around the other boy, "You'll be fine now, Siri and I will be here for you," James put his head on Remus' shoulder and Sirius nodded in agreement. "And you're grandparents by the sounds of it."

Sirius moved to sit next to James as well, "Yeah, and if the Slytherins continue with what they're doing, we'll sort them out…or I will."

James gave them both a grateful smile, "Thank you, it means a lot."

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Late that night, James was curled up in his bed, a small smile on his face. He was glad he had told Remus and Sirius, Dumbledore had been right when he said it might make him feel a bit better. He had been surprised at just how well the both of them had taken it as well, though he could tell that it had been taking all of Sirius' self control for the other black haired boy not explode in rage. They had both also seemed extremely interested in meeting Harry, so James was thinking that perhaps he could invite them to his grandparents for Christmas, as there was no way he was going to stay away from Harry any longer than he had to.

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It was mid October before James was confronted by the Slytherins on his way back from the library one evening. He was completely alone because Sirius was sick and Remus had his Head Boy duties to get too.

"Well, well, little James Potter," said Robert Nott as he stepped out of the shadows and with his Slytherin cronies, they all successfully blocked James' way. "Out on your own?"

James froze on the spot; he used to be able to handle this particular group of Slytherins but not anymore. Especially now that he knew they could hold his secret over him. "Leave me alone, Nott."

Nott smirked at him, "Or else what? You have no friends around to fight for you, and you probably won't when they know about your little secret." He pushed James up against a wall and used his hands to hold the trembling boy in place.

James mustered up as much courage as he could, "For your information, Nott, they already know about my 'little secret', as you put it. And guess what, I still have friends."

"Ah, so you have not told them the truth then?"

James narrowed his eyes slightly, he wanted to shout for help but with half a dozen armed Slytherins surrounding him, that didn't seem to be the best idea. "And what is the truth in your twisted little mind?" he was taken by surprise when Nott pressed right up against him. But that was when it struck in James' mind… No, please not this again…

Nott moved so his face was barely an inch from James', "Easy little slut aren't you, Potter? Sleep with anyone I hear, even family…" he stroked a hand down James' chest and stopped it just as he got to the waistband of James' trousers. "What will it be, eh? Be my little play toy or would you rather I tell everyone your little secret…"

James tried to struggle but Nott was bigger than he was, "Get away from me!"

The other Slytherins snickered sycophantically while Nott started to part the front of James' robes, chuckling as the other boy started struggling even more.

"What the hell is going on here?!"

The Slytherins all quickly jumped away from James, who slid down to the ground shaking and sobbing.

Lucius Malfoy strode swiftly along the corridor to where the group had formed, "Well? Explain yourselves."

"We were just having a little fun, Professor," replied Nott still smirking. "Nothing wrong with that, is there?"

Lucius narrowed his eyes at them, "Get to your common room. I'll deal with you later." He watched the Slytherins saunter off down the corridor, after they had turned the corner he turned back to James. "Are you ok?"

James shook his head and kept his face buried in his hands, "…No…"

The blond professor frowned and crouched down next to the shaking boy; he prized James' hands away from his face so he could see the tear filled and red eyes of the teenager. "Did they hurt you?"

James sniffled and shook his head; "No…they would have though…"

Malfoy straightened up again, then he took James' hands and pulled the teenager back to his feet, "Do you want to talk about it?"

"I want to go home…"

"Come on," The blond put a hand on James' back and led him along the corridor, "I think the Headmaster should be informed of what just happened."

James soon found himself in a chair in front of Dumbledore's desk, Professor Malfoy was leaning against a bookcase, and Dumbledore was sitting behind his desk.

"Tell me, James, what happened this evening?" asked Dumbledore in concern, the last time he had seen this boy in this kind of state was when his parents had taken him out of school.

James nervously twisted his hands in his lap, "…The Slytherins ambushed me when I was leaving the library, and Nott, he…he pushed me up against the wall and he s-started touching me and saying I was a slut and stuff. He probably would have done more if Professor Malfoy didn't turn up… They've been taunting me since school started…they know."

Lucius frowned and glanced between James and Dumbledore. The Headmaster had informed the staff, before school had started, of what had happened to James, because he had visited with the Potters to see if James was ready to come back to school or not. It truly was horrifying what had happened to the poor boy, and Lucius could honestly empathise with him.

Dumbledore started speaking again, "Are you certain that they know, James? Could it not be that they are just bluffing?"

James sniffed, "It's not by chance that they keep making cracks about my father. And tonight Nott said that…that I was easy and that I would even sleep with…my family…" he folded his arms and practically hugged himself, the tears starting to stream down his cheeks. "…I just want to go home…"

Dumbledore thought for a moment, he glanced at Lucius and saw the concern in the young teacher's eyes, then he looked back to James, "I will contact your grandparents about what has been happening. In the mean time, I want you to get some rest, take a good dose of your Dreamless Sleep Potion and go to bed. As tomorrow is a Saturday, we can discuss this again. Gryffindor are not playing Quidditch tomorrow, are they?" James shook his head. "We will talk during the game then, in my office."

"OK…" James nodded meekly, he would rather go home now but if he had to get some sleep first he wouldn't complain.

Dumbledore turned back to the blond, "Lucius, would you escort James back to his common room, please."

Lucius nodded, "I will."

James shakily got back to his feet and allowed himself to be led out of Dumbledore's office and back to Gryffindor Tower.

"James, where have you been?" questioned Sirius when James entered the dorm that night.

James just went straight over to his bed, he drew the curtains around it and collapsed on it. He took his glasses off and buried his face into the pillow before he let the tears start to fall again.

Why did this have to happen to him? Could he not just have a normal, worry free school year, without being plagued constantly by memories of his father?

He then felt his bed move under the weight of someone else sitting down on it before he felt a comforting hand on his back.

"James, what happened?"

James sniffled, "I don't want to talk about it," the pillow muffled his voice. "Just let me sleep…"

"Ok, I'll check on you in the morning though."

"Whatever…"

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The next morning saw James back in Dumbledore's office, he had his best friends at his side this time (for moral support), and his grandfather was also there. Professor Malfoy was also back, leaning against the bookcase once again. James was still as miserable as he had been last night, not wanting to look anyone in the face, he was still fairly eager to go home as well.

Dumbledore had already explained what had happened to James last night to his grandfather, Henry Potter, who was looking quite annoyed. "Now, one thing that needs to be discussed, is that James wishes to go home."

Sirius turned to look at James, his expression was that of a wounded puppy, "You can't go…we'll deal with the bastards."

Lucius snorted, "Somehow, I do not think that beating them up would help James' case."

Dumbledore shook his head, "No it wouldn't," he turned to Henry. "Now, if James still would like to go home, I think it would be fine for you to take him now, and he could continue with his schooling by correspondence again."

Henry nodded before looking to his grandson, "Well James, its up to you. Do you want come home with me?"

James chewed his bottom lip, "I would stay if I thought those idiots would leave me alone…can't you put some sort of restraining order on them or something?"

Dumbledore thought for a moment, "Well, what happened last night constitutes as sexual harassment, so we could definitely look into keeping Robert Nott away from you."

James nodded, "I just don't know… I want to stay because I'll be with my friends, but I don't want to stay because of the Slytherins…and because I miss Harry…"

Henry raised his eyebrows slightly, "How about you stick the weekend out and we'll see if you've made up your mind on Monday?"

James sighed and nodded, "Ok…"

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James, Sirius and Remus were heading towards the Great Hall that evening for dinner. All afternoon Sirius had been sprouting off reasons for why he thought James should stay at Hogwarts, Remus had been trying to shut his boyfriend up to give James some peace and quiet, while James had been deep in thought about what he wanted to do. He did truly want to stay at Hogwarts but the one big thing that was making him want to go home was his son.

"Don't worry, James," said Sirius as they neared the doors to the Great Hall, which was unusually quiet. "They're probably too depressed about their loss to Ravenclaw to pick on you tonight."

"I hope so…"

As the three entered the Great Hall, which was lacking both noise and teachers, they stopped dead.

There on the wall behind the Slytherin Table was a huge banner, and written on it in big red and gold letters was:

JAMES 'EASY' POTTER – WILL SHAG HIS OWN FATHER

James was absolutely mortified. He stood there staring at the banner for a few moments, nearly every pair of eyes in the Great Hall were on him, then he just turned and fled.

"James!" shouted Sirius he attempted to go after his friend but Remus grabbed him.

"Let him be on his own for a while…"

To Be Continued…

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A/N: Hehe, another cliffie!! I know, poor James and I'm evil.

Next Chapter: The secret is out, where is James?