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Give me one more chance
Chapter 21: Outcome
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.
W A R N I N G:
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.
Flames will be ignored.
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?
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.
Enjoy!
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Day one of Hearing
Proceedings: L. Malfoy, petitioner versus C. Fudge, respondent
The atrium at the Ministry of Magic was bustling with
reporters and civilians, as
well as the usual employees running around the Ministry doing their odd jobs of
delivering parchments and packages, and other official business.
The press was tipped off that Lucien and Lucius Malfoy would
be in attendance in court
on a case they had appealed on for many times in the
past and were repeatedly
denied—the legal custody of James and Lily Potter’s son, Harry Potter.
In an impulsive move, Lucius visibly held James’ hand in a firm grip, while
attempting to shield James’ face from the cameras, and James in-turned kept his head lowered
in order not to have direct contact with anyone, so
as to prevent a clear picture of him. Harry and Draco were right behind them, mimicking their parents in
avoiding having their picture taken and ignoring all the prying questions that were being verbally hurled
at them.
Following the Malfoy family was Severus with Sirius in
disguise under James’ or
rather Harry’s,
invisibility cloak; with Calhoun walking alongside the Malfoy patriarch, Lucien. Both were in a deep
discussion about what would happen and how the proceedings would go, and
whether the case would be in their favour.
The media, like bloodhounds, were sniffing for a story about
the enigmatic Malfoy heir, Lucius. Never had the wizarding world seen him out
in public or his father for that matter, with anyone after his divorce from
Narcissa Black and the supposed love affair he had with James Potter. And here
for the first time in nearly thirteen years, Lucius Malfoy shows up with a man,
who may or may not be his lover.
“Mr. Malfoy, is it
true that this is your new lover, despite all your claims of being James
Potter’s soul mate?”
Another half-wit reporter interjected over the first
imbecile, “Mr. Malfoy, could you tell the
press how long you’ve been having an affair with this bloke, knowing the
repercussions of violating your supposed bond to James Potter?”
As much as Lucius wanted to address the dunderheads, he kept
on walking, ushering his sons and James, (who people didn’t recognize without
his trademark short messy hair and circular bifocals) into chambers.
Severus had to erect a shield around them and Sirius or they would have been
pelted with rotten food. Lucien lashed out at the resentful crowd and rebounded the smelly produce back
to the throwers.
Hopefully after today, the circus would be over and life
could return to some type of normalcy.
oOoOoOo
Fate, it seemed was a cruel heartless bitch, in Lucius’ opinion.
How was it possible to get the same judging wizard who took his son away from
him? Lucius visibly bristled.
“Calm yourself, Lucius. You’re projecting your magic like
last time and it would not bode well if you attack Fudge again. The Wizengamot
will not favor you if you cannot control your temper. Let Calhoun handle
them—it is, after all, what you pay him for, is it not?” Lucien slyly said to
his only son.
Leaning forward, toward his father-in-law, James said in
awe, “He attacked Fudge?”
“Oh, yes, and believe me, if it wasn’t for the fact that we
were here in court, I would have let him. But that wouldn’t have been a wise
decision considering we were trying to keep Harry with us,” Lucien replied.
“And yet…”
“And yet, we still lost my grandson because of Fudge’s self
serving ego,” Lucien sadly answered. Both sat back once the judge entered and
took his seat.
The court was called to order with both counsels stating the
claims against each other’s clients. As it turned out, Fudge retained Anton
Borham, a rival of Calhoun’s father and their firm. The wizard was unorthadox
in his practice and usually bribed the jury to get his clients from either being
executed or being sent to Azkaban. But not this time, this time Borham couldn’t
pay a full tribunal to allow Fudge the liberties of doing what he did to the
Malfoy and Black families.
“This is a preliminary hearing of Lucius Alexander Malfoy
versus Cornelius Oswald Fudge. And Severus Tobias Snape-Black versus Cornelius
Oswald Fudge. Are all parties present?” the judge asked.
“Yes, Your Honor,” Calhoun and Borham answered.
“Right… Mr. Calhoun, you may present your arguments to the
tribunal of why we should grant your client, Mr. Lucius Malfoy, full custody of the minor, Harrison
James Potter.”
“Your Honor, Harrison James Potter, has been abused by his
godmother’s sister and family since his time of placement, when Harrison was
twenty-four months in the year 1982.”
“OBJECTION!” Borham shouted.
“This is a hearing, Mr. Borham, not a trial. Objection overruled.
Please continue, Mr. Calhoun.”
“In addition, I have some startling evidence to prove that
James Harold Potter fully intended for his son to live with his sire, Lucius
Malfoy.”
“Mr. Calhoun, for the record it had been established that
the child in question was to remain in the care of his mother’s family,” the
judge stated as he reviewed
previous notes and documents.
“Indeed, Your Honor, but Lily Evans is not the child’s
mother and you, yourself did state that Miss Evans was the child’s godmother in
the original hearing in June of 1982 and I quote, “I have no other choice than
to award legal guardianship to Harry’s godmother’s sister, Petunia Dursley.”
Calhoun then handed out copies of the transcripts to Borham and the judge.
Then he continued with the opening argument, “And as you also know, same sex partners are
quite capable of reproducing regardless if they are male or female.”
Adjusting his spectacles on his face, the judge sighed.
“This offers us no proof whatsoever that Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Potter were bonded
at his untimely death, Mr. Calhoun. I’m afraid that the judgment remains. Mr.
Borham-”
“Even if I have James Potter’s testament as proof, Your
Honor?”
“Your Honor, my colleague is grasping at straws. The
wizarding world knows that James Potter died that night when his house was
attacked by the notorious Sirius Black in Godric’s Hollow on 31st October, 1981’. Furthermore, a
magical core exam was conducted by Potions master, Professor Severus Snape and
Healer, Madame Poppy Promfey. The results showed that Lily and James Potter
were indeed said minor’s parents,” Borham argued.
“Lily is not Harry’s mother!”
Enough was enough but Lucius remained quiet watching the
circus. Quicksilver orbs danced with pleasure as the tribunal murmured among each
other.
“You are in contempt, young man. Please sit down or you’ll be
removed from this courtr-”
“NO! We should never be here! I will not allow my family and
friends to suffer.”
“This is your last warning. Take your seat,” the judge said.
“I am Jamierson Harold Potter, heir to the Potter bloodline,
husband to Lucius Alexander Malfoy, and biological mother to Harrison Jamierson Potter and step-mother to
Draconis Lucius Malfoy. I give witness today of Harrison’s parentage as mine
and Lucius’ son.”
All hell literally broke loose in the hearing chamber,
turning the forum upside down.
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The volume of noise in the arena was deafening. Wizards and
witches were clamoring over each other in a bid to have themselves heard after
a stranger claimed to be the Boy-Who-Lived birth mother and was married to
Lucius Malfoy.
But the look on the Malfoy heir’s visage sent a chilling realization around
the courtroom—the stranger was indeed James Potter and Harry’s mother.
“THAT… IS… A… LIE!” Fudge shouted. Everyone ceased their meaningless
bickering at Fudge’s outburst.
“What is a lie, Fudge, that you didn’t bother asking
Professor Dumbledore of Harry’s sire, as per stated in my bloody Will! Or the fact that I wasn’t
married to Lily! You… sentenced my son to thirteen years of abuse by Muggles
who hated magic!”
“James is dead! You are an imposter!” Borham yelled. “I
don’t know what kind
of trick you are playing at, Calhoun-”
“Trick? Are you mad?” Calhoun cut in, using a taunting tone
of voice. “Let me assure you and everyone here—this is no trick.” Signaling
toward the doors, Calhoun stood, beginning his spiel of cutting to the quick
and chopping up his opponents. “This is the Malfoy family tree—a copy to be
exact—as you all ready know, no alterations can be made of any family line, because of the ancient
incantations involved when crafting the scroll.
“If the tribunal and defense would pay close attention at
the branch of Lucius Malfoy—you will see what has been hidden for fourteen long
years,” Calhoun stated.
The scroll floated by each member of the Wizengamot and all
gave a startled gasp. Clearly etched in the silk woven fabric:
Lucius Alexander (b. 1956)
soul mate: Jamierson Harold Potter (b. 1959)
bonded: 1979, married 1981
children: Harrison Jamierson Malfoy (b. 1980), mother: Jamierson Harold Malfoy
nee Potter
Draconis Lucius Malfoy (b. 1980), mother: Narcissa Black, adopted by Jamierson
Harold Malfoy (1981)
Doing what Calhoun was best known for, he went in for the
kill, “Now, we all know that any witch or wizard who is bonded would die
shortly thereafter his or her mate have died—if the tribunal would look further
up the tree, you will also see the only person to survive from his mate’s
passing.”
Directly above Lucius’ name was his parents’ branch…
Lucien Abraxas (b. 1937)
soulmate: Lucas Achilles Malfoy (b. 1938 – d. 1956 giving birth)
re-bonded: to male offspring 1956
children: Lucius Alexander Malfoy (b. 1956)
“Oh, sweet, Merlin!” Lucien whispered looking at his son. He
hadn’t known anything about this, which
explained why he hadn’t
died with his beloved
Lucas. Lucien somehow, unexpectedly bound himself to his newborn son.
Prattling was jump started again within the arena. The
evidence was irrefutable, James Potter was very much alive, or else it would have been seen on the scroll
listing his death, as
it had shown Lucien’s
husband’s year of death and how Lucas had died.
If the situation couldn’t get any worse for Fudge, it did
once it became apparent that he had indeed sent an innocent little boy to live with people who
harbored ill feelings
toward magical folk. All the appeals submitted by Lucius and Dumbledore had been denied year after
year—fearing that Lucius would corrupt the Boy-Who-Lived.
Not only that, Harry had been traumatized by the parental
concealment charm. Even then, Fudge had some inkling that something had changed within the boy, but had thought nothing of
it—chalking it up as the boy being heavily influenced by the dark aura
surrounding Lucius and his home. But obviously this was not the case.
The charm affected Harry’s magic. Harry was mediocre when
using his wand, at best he performed at a low
level with the simplest of spells. Although Harry was thirteen, soon to be
fourteen, his magic was that of a first year. Harry’s magic wasn’t growing as
it should.
Dumbledore was right,
Fudge lamented to himself as he mauled his bowler hat in his fat sweaty
fingers. All that he
had done to get Harry away from Lucius was coming back to bite him and the hearing was
just getting started—Calhoun still had to present Snape and Black’s grievances
too!
oOoOoOo
Day two of Hearing
Proceedings: S. Black, petitioner, versus C. Fudge, respondent
There was no way for Borham to counter Calhoun’s well built
prosecution against his client. This was one case Borham wished he hadn’t accepted. He knew this because of the Calhoun’s family
reputation of being ruthless in the courtroom for the truth and Borham believed
this to be a challenge. Shaking his head in dejected defeat, Borham would see
the case to the end, but
he already knew the outcome—Fudge would pay for ripping apart not one, but two
families.
Madam Poppy Pomfrey sat in the middle of the forum, straightbacked
and fierce as a mother protecting her young. She had taken Harry under her wing, just as she had James, Sirius, Remus,
Lily, Lucius and Severus. She knew how the boys fought and Lily, although a
female, had sent them
to the infirmary on plenty of occasions with boils and dyed hair and whatever
else her devious little mind could think up. She always wondered if Lily should
have been in Slytherin instead of Gryffindor.
“Madame, you are hereby to offer your account of support for
Professor Severus Snape’s claim of wrongful death as well as pain and
suffering. Please tell the tribunal what happened,” Calhoun requested.
“I’ll do more than that. Here is my memory of what I told
that buffoon to allow Sirius to remain at Hogwarts under house arrest,” Poppy
vented, clearly upset of having to revisit those painful moments. This would
surely hurt Severus all over again. Hopefully, by her testimony this would bring Severus some
closure to what Poppy deemed the worst tragic time in the young wizard’s life.
White wisps of mist floated in the center of the arena. It
reminded Harry of a movie projector he had seen one time, when he snuck partially downstairs to watch
the film reel of the Dursley’s on one of their vacations.
Everyone was watching the scene unfold of Madame Pomfrey
talking with Minister Fudge in her office…
“Minister, please
reconsider this course of action that you’re about to take. Professor Snape is
pregnant—with twins no less. If you take Sirius away you would be endangering
Severus and his children’s life! He has suffered one mishap that nearly made
him miscarry, but this, this Minister would surely do him in,” Poppy pleaded.
The Minister took a
couple of steps around the medi-witch’s office. “The last of the Black line
should have ended with Sirius and his brother—they are no better than the
wizard that their family support,” Fudge said.
“Sirius worked for
you! He served the community as your top outstanding auror. No one has
surpassed his scores to date, and you’re trying to tell
me that you will not keep Sirius close to his spouse for the safety of their
unborn children?!”
“Poppy, I’m sorry, but some sacrifices must be made and this is one of them. I cannot
allow a murderer roaming loose within the walls of Hogwarts,” Fudge said. “I’m
thinking of the children.”
“That’s Madam Pomfrey
to you, Minister Fudge! Mark my words—you will regret this.”
“I hardly see any harm
coming to me by putting Black where he belongs, Madame,” Fudge stated, self-assured that nothing terrible would befall him once Sirius was
deep within Azkaban.
“You still don’t get
it?! Severus and Sirius are bonded—you kill one, you kill the other.”
He turned his back to
her, preparing to exit her office. With no remorse whatsoever, Fudge replied,
“Then so be it.”
The memory faded and everyone within gazed at the Minister
shaking their heads. He had knowingly
killed two unborn lives, the future of the wizarding world, where life was
precious with the growing threat of the Dark Lord.
Testimony also came from Headmaster Dumbledore, stating nearly the same words as
Madam Pomfrey to Fudge when Lucius went
to court the first time claiming to be Harry’s sire. However, Calhoun’s shining
moment came when Harry took the witness stand and told everything of his
abusive life with the Dursley’s under Veritaserum.
The judge and Wizengamot had heard enough from the thirteen
year old Gryffindor. This should have never happened. Harry should have
remained with his father. Nothing could ever fix the type of damage that had
been done to both the Malfoys and Blacks.
oOoOoOo
Needles to say Fudge was not at all happy with the outcome
of the hearing. Calhoun emerged victorious when James verified that Sirius
Black was not his Seccret-Keeper,
but Peter Pettigrew, which meant that Peter was the one who had told You-Know-Who where
he lived.
A devastating blow to the defense was Madam Pomfrey’s
official medical records on Professor Snape. The records showed how the Potions
master became depressed, unable to care for himself and his two infant children. Madam Pomfrey’s
records also showed a severe loss of appetite, the inability to be around others,
the weight loss. And it also had
been Madam Pomfrey’s
recommendation that Severus be put on suicide watch.
This was enough for the tribunal to make their decision.
They had a brief twenty minute break and returned with a verdict.
The Wizengamot faces were unreadable, so none were able to
gauge what would be said.
“In the case Malfoy versus Fudge, this court rules that full
custody of Harrison Jamierson Potter is awarded back to Lucius Malfoy and the
parental charm removed. Restitution is to be paid by the Respondent in the
amount of five hundred thousand galleons to Harry Potter for pain and
suffering. This decision is final and cannot be revoked, changed, or reversed.
“In the case of Black versus Fudge, this court rules that Cornelius Fudge knowingly
murdered two innocent unborn lives by interfering with a soul bond—therefore
causing the maternal partner to terminate a viable pregnancy. Restitution is to
be paid to Professor Severus Snape in the amount of five hundred thousand
galleons for pain and suffering. This decision is final and cannot be revoked,
changed, or reversed.
“The Respondent is to serve a two year term in Azkaban for
knowingly murdering the unborn children of Sirius and Severus Black. The
Respondent is to also serve a two year term in Azkaban, for knowingly lying under oath for the removal of Harrison
Jamierson Potter from a stable home environment of that of his sire, Lucius
Alexander Malfoy. Both terms are to be served consecutively.
“In addition, if the Respondent is unable to pay
restitution, any and all properties, stocks, bonds, intangible assets are to be
auctioned in order to
satisfy the terms of restitution to both parties. This hearing is now
adjourned!” The judge
banged his gavel, pleased that he would no longer have to see either Malfoy and
Severus Snape ever again.
oOoOoOo
Everyone cheered as Lucius and James walked into the
Headmaster’s office, along
with Severus and Sirius and their children respectively. Orion and Sheridan
hugged Harry and Draco. The group hug included Hermione and Ginny.
The teens hurried off to one corner of Dumbledore’s office
as the adults gathered themselves around the Headmaster’s desk. Albus was
humbled to have the
two families and friends in his office. The elder wizard was deeply touched that
after so many years, Lucius and Severus had finally got their bond-mates back and were truly whole once
more.
“A toast!” the Headmaster exclaimed, catching the attention of all those in his office. A house-elf made sure to
serve the children pumpkin juice and the others an aged mulberry wine.
“Yes, Albus, you’re quite right,” Lucius supported as he
held up his gleaming crystal goblet. “A toast to Calhoun—for righting the
wrongs that was done to our families.”
Said person blushed as he humbly nodded his head in
acknowledgement of the praise from his long time friend.
“Hear, hear!” everyone
chorused.
The chatter commenced once more. James stood off to the side
of the bi-level office, silently
watching his friends and those he loved. He couldn’t believe that he was
standing here with most, if not all, of his memories intact. He missed his mum
and dad, but knowing that they were a part of him made James cherish Lucius and
the kids even more.
The soft voices drifted over James like a cooling balm for his
soul. He glanced at Harry, the young teen must have felt that someone was
watching him and turned towards
his mother, giving James a bright beaming smile.
In that instant, James didn’t see himself and Lily any more.
He saw his lover in the form of his son. The parental charm was lifted from
Harry. The former Gryffindor realized that his oldest son would never be as tall as Lucius or as charming as
Draco—the abuse by the Dursley’s kept Harry withdrawn and shy, which included
being malnourished, robbing Harry of ever reaching his full height. But that
didn’t matter to James. What mattered was that Harry was back home where he
belonged and James would be forever indebted to Calhoun.
Harry’s hair was still messy in the back of his head as if
he had been riding his broom in windy weather, but the raven tresses now fell
about his shoulders. Shiny quicksilver eyes danced merrily from behind circular
wired-rimmed glasses where
vivid emerald orbs once stared. Now looking at both of his sons and husband,
James could see the Malfoy bloodline. All three stood erect with a hint of a
condescending air about them. The only difference was that Harry smiled more
openly than Lucius and Draco. Perhaps it was because Draco was raised by
Lucius, James wasn’t sure, but it did explain a lot of Draco’s mannerisms.
“Where are you now, my love?” Lucius whispered in James’
ear.
“I was merely thinking,” James replied, slightly leaning back into
the firm body of his mate.
Sneaking an arm around James’ slender waist, Lucius took a sip
of wine. “Oh, that could be a dangerous thing, love, best you don’t do that too
often.”
“Yes, well, you seem to be happy with yourself,” James said, changing the subject.
“Yes, very. I will have you know that my father and Severus agreed to watch over
our children for a few weeks while we are on holiday. There are several lovely
spots I would love to take you to,” Lucius replied, dipping his head lower to nip at James’
right ear. Blond hair shielded Lucius’ actions, if anyone was to look their way it would seem that
Lucius was speaking privately to his lover and not openly molesting James.
“You’re not playing fair, Lucius,” James hissed, biting on
his lower lips to keep from moaning out loud. He didn’t need to be embarrassed
by his friends knowing that he
was getting felt-up by his spouse.
“And who ever said that I played fair?” Lucius answered, swirling his tongue around
the curved shell before sucking on the lobe.
“You are such a Slytherin,” James breathlessly said, as he turned a little into
Lucius’ embrace to rub against the other’s bulge that was hidden by the dark
flowing velvet robes they wore.
Across the room, Sirius had similar intentions for his own
bond-mate, but Severus stopped him with a menacing glare, causing the animagus
to smirk. “Well, everyone, the party was good while it lasted, but I must get
home.”
Prior to anyone questioning why Sirius was leaving, he
latched onto Severus, grabbing a handful of floo powder and left in a green
blaze for Snape manor. The occupants stared dumbfounded at the urgency of the
couple’s departure. Then laughter erupted.
Taking this as their queue as well, Lucius and James made
their traditional good-byes and walked down the spiral stair-case, with Lucius guiding James out by
the small of his back—an intimate gesture not lost to people that were
continuing on with the celebrating.
oOo TBC oOo
A/N: Well, how was that? Did I deliver? I hope so. It’s been
quite a while since I’ve actively worked on this fic. My muses are bursting
with all kinds of scenes for our favorite couples. How was the trial? So, did
Fudge get his just desserts? Don’t know? Well, stay tuned for the next chapter.
Nemesis
oOoOo Teaser for
Chapter 22 oOoOo
Warning bells were going off in the ex-Slytherin’s head—this
was not the first time their friend had met 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 trying to be quiet.
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