Give Me One More Chance
Domino effect
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Give me one more chance
Chapter 11: Domino effect
Pairings: James/Lucius
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WARNING: This is about male pregnancy and male/male relationships. Not your cup
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A black ominous cloud hung over
number 4 Privet Drive, causing near-by residents to drop their blinds and close
their curtains, while those who were standing near the house in question fled
into their own homes locking and closing up everything.
The Ministry of Magic appeared a
few minutes after the wards began to buckle under the magical over load.
Fearing for the worse, Minister Fudge ordered Aurors
to quarantine the area around Harry Potter’s place of residence.
The Headmaster of Hogwarts, along
with his Head deputy, Apparated at the end of the
block unnoticed. They quickly walked toward the house that was supposed to keep
the pre-teen from harm.
“Hold it—I’m sorry but no one’s
allowed beyond the perimeter,” a young Auror said.
“My boy, do step aside. I’m one of
Harry Potter’s guardians,” Albus informed the young
wizard.
“I was not-”
Another explosive of magic blew
out the windows of number 4. Albus and Minerva
by-passed the shell shocked Auror and entered the
“Come on, Mum! Get up! You
promised to take us today,” Orion blasted in his mother’s ear all the while
shaking a smooth bare arm.
“Lay-off on
mummy, Ori.
Can’t you see he’s tired,”
Even though they were twins they
were nothing alike.
Orion had inherited their Father’s
reckless deposition for getting in to a lot of trouble or causing it. He also
acquired both his Father and Mother’s brilliant minds. The male Black heir
excelled in all his classes except Potions.
Unfortunately, he also got his
Father’s lack of interest with the subject. But that’s not to say he’s terrible
at it. Oh, no! Far from it. Orion ranks number five
with his friend Harry at four. Blaise
number two spot and his sister, Sheridan, and Draco Malfoy fought over the
number one place.
On the other hand, Orion got his
Mother’s quiet personality. He only talks to Harry and Hermione and on occasion
the young witch from Ravenclaw. The down side to
Orion’s sweet disposition was that the older twin also displayed his Mother’s
violent temper. It was not wise to cross the young Black or anyone who he cares
about.
After the incident with Ronald
Dark Arts, none of the students (except Hermione) wanted to be paired off with
him, his sister, Harry, or Draco. All the others kept their distance.
The Potions mater’s pride and joy
was
out of this world, and was loyal to a fault. She defended her brother and
friends during Harry’s adventure with the Philosopher’s stone.
need for pranking people when riled—it was a
dangerous combination.
Severus swore he had gained some
grey hair the last school term over some of the pranks his daughter pulled
along with Harry.
spouse and they still couldn’t give up hope that James was alive and that
Sirius would be set free.
“I’m up,” Severus barked. He was
never a morning person and for Orion to wake him up at six in the morning was
just asking for some type of bodily harm. “Why, do you want to go to that
blasted place anyway, Ori?” he asked.
Severus looked at the exact copy
of his husband. It was hard not to break down and cry every time he saw his
son. Orion had Sirius’ boyish features from when they were at Hogwarts. The
Potions master started making a list of what he was going to talk to Orion
about. Soon, the boy would start looking at the opposite sex.
He blanched.
before he realizes he wants his own gender like Black
“Mum?”
“Hmm… oh, I’m sorry. I was just
thinking about your father,” Severus said with a cheerless smile.
They saw it. They always saw the
sadness, the hurt and the despair in their mother’s onyx eyes whenever he
thought about their father. Hopefully, by going to Number 12
not be any more pain for him.
“Will we ever see father again?”
breakfast. Then busied herself by taking out her
mother’s robe for the day as well as his dark blue trousers, white shirt, frock
coat, and shoes.
“I don’t know, sweetie, Fudge has
made it impossible for me and Lucius to go see him but not to worry. We will
come up with something. Mentioning Lucius have you heard from Harry? I’ve sent
two owls to him with no response.”
The twins shook their heads
negatively. Severus opened his mouth to say something else but
“Emergency,
sirs! Emergency!”
What could possibly have the
creature this emotional so early in the morning? The house-elf was running
around in circles pulling at its ears and covering its large golf-ball sized
eyes.
“Moppy!
Please, could you just tell me what-”
“Master Malfoy! Headmaster needs
Orion and Sheridan shared a
look—they had never seen their house-elf this upset—even when they tried to
make cookies for their mother on his birthday and ended up setting the kitchen
on fire.
Pondering what was
mischievous children to behave while his was out. For once, he wanted to have a
relaxing summer vacation without all the chaos springing up around him.
For Merlin’s sake, what trouble
did Lucius land himself into this time?
Vernon Dursely
was a very large man in width but short in height. So, when he was faced with a
lean irate wizard he assumed his heavy bulk and boxing championship title would
give him the advantage over the extremely tall blond.
But sadly
kitchen door, after been thrown clear across the narrow span of walkway. Fudge
was already laying face down on the livingroom floor
unconscious with several
Lucius Malfoy had just found his
son imprisoned in his bedroom with skeleton key locks preventing Harry from
leaving to do even the basic of bodily needs.
Worse—Lucius also discovered that
his son was severally underfeed. At first glance Harry appeared to be fine like
any other preteen, but upon further inspection traces of little to no food
could be detected. Green sunken eyes, too thin face, and chill racking shaking.
The Malfoy heir had his son remove
his shirt and when Harry protested, it became painfully obvious that he didn’t
want his father or grandfather to see what his overly whale size clothes were
hiding.
But it didn’t matter, Lucien
spelled away his grandson’s shirt to almost faint with shock. Not only was
Harry’s body bone thin, his chest and back was littered with blistered red with
deep threads from someone’s shoe on Harry’s back at the base of his neck, and
that was when Lucius lost his composure.
Not even taking the time to walk
downstairs, Lucius Apparated to
Ministry of Magic.
Smoke was rising out of the
windows of Number 4 Privet Drive when Severus arrived. From end to end the
block was roped off by
filled street.
Knowing where to go Severus
waltzed straight to Number 4.
Absolute mayhem reigned supreme in
the Dursley’s home. Medi-wizards
and witches were tending to Fudge,
witnessing the aftermath of Lucius’ infamous rages.
“Ah! Thank goodness you’re here,
my boy.”
“Albus,
what set him off?”
The Headmaster knew whom Severus
was referring to. The wizard sighed. Dark days were coming.
“Lucius, right now has been given
a calming draught and a dreamless sleep potion. He, along with Lucien, is
upstairs in Harry’s room. The Dursley’s have been
abusing Harry apparently since his arrival here and with all the evidence right
here, right now, Fudge refuses to remove the boy from
this house.”
Shaking his head with regret and placing
a withering hand on the younger wizard’s shoulder, Dumbledore peered over his
wired rim frame glasses.
There was no mistaking that look.
Blue orbs held that old familiar gaudiness. Severus had to restrain himself
from rolling his eyes. The old man was plotting again.
“This is Lucius’… um, what did he
call it… yes, a mobile phone. Please, make sure that he receives it—he dropped
it. Oh, Harry is in a quite a state. The medi-witch
just took him upstairs. Make sure that he gets plenty of rest and more
importantly—food,” Dumbledore mysteriously instructed.
Quickly running upstairs, Severus
didn’t have to guess which room was Harry’s. An
give-a-way.
The deputy Headmistress watched
her surroundings with detached interest as Severus spoke to her scheming
friend. She wondered briefly if Albus was a
belief that he took great pleasure in outwitting the Minister.
Like now.
Fudge right at this very instant
was too engrossed with damage control to even realize what was going-on, and by
the time the smoke cleared Harry would be untouchable.
The elder witch smirked. Barmy,
It was late evening, Friday still,
when Lucius found himself in his bed with Dumbledore sitting on a chair next to
him. He immediately sat-up remembering what took place earlier in the day.
But having little to no energy
with his magic core nearly depleted, Lucius was as vulnerable as a new born
kitten. He was drained and his body shook. Even though his bedroom was warm his
body was cold, but it didn’t matter.
He had been trying to kill that
fat bastard of a Muggle and would have succeeded if
Fudge hadn’t barged in and interfered but that was okay. Since Harry’s
condition was Fudge’s fault, Lucius had vented his anger to the Minister.
to show-up on his doorstep and his day from hell would have been completed.
“You’re awake, my boy!”
“Where’s Harry? I need to get my
son out of there.”
“Don’t worry about him. He’s fine.
I made sure of it.”
Dumbledore flicked his wand at the
tray on the other side of the bed.
The silver platter held an antique
settled next to Lucius on the serving table, the pot poured out steaming hot
herbal tea in the two cups. Phials rattled, gaining the blond’s
attention.
“Severus wants you to take those
with each meal. Restorative potions, I believe.”
Turning up one phial, Lucius
pulled a face and started right in on the Minister of Magic.
“This is it, Albus!
I’ve had it with the Wizengamot. I’ve put up with my
son living with scum. He’s been abused for twelve damn years, which probably
would have continued had he showed today via portkey
as scheduled,” Lucius ranted. He was working himself into a state again.
“And I agree with you, Lucius.
However, our hands are tied. We must renew our search for James. I see no other
way of getting out this. By finding James, Sirius will be released and Fudge
will be out of a job.”
Lucius couldn’t argue with the old
man’s logic. Having come to a decision that would hopefully end this on-going
nightmare, Lucius said, “What must be done?”
Another school year flashed by
with Harry and Company being caught yet again in the middle of a sinister plot.
This time it was rumored that Harry was the heir of Slytherin
when he and Draco faced-off against one another in Defense Against
the Dark Arts.
Severus knew that the brothers
could give the assembled students a real demonstration, especially after
telling that fool Lockhart the kids need to be learning disarming and blocking
spells, but much to his and every one else’s surprise, Harry began speaking
The snake wasn’t
covered platform. What made it bad, was when that
idiot Lockhart called that he would ‘get rid of it’, only to launch the
creature straight up toward the ceiling to have it crash land (hard) back to
the platform.
ugly.
The cobra hissed and spat out
venom preparing to attack, of all people, Ron Weasley,
when Harry zoned out and started talking to it.
To everyone it seemed as if Harry
was telling the snake to strike because of their inner house rivalry, but
Severus found out much later after roasting the thing before any harm came to
any of the students, Harry was actually trying to get the snake not to lash out
at Weasley.
Harry’s school term went downhill
from there.
Hermione ended up being
Norris, as well as Justin and a whole slue of other Muggle
born students. Even his family name was being dragged through the mud.
The hour was at its darkest when
Harry met the true heir of Slytherin, Tom
Harry came out of the
confrontation with a preserved fifteen year old Riddle, bloodied and bruised,
but alive. Then Dumbledore revealed something that was food for thought: “
Lucius entered the Headmaster’s
office with a house-elf in tow. This was how Lucius found out about his son’s
treatment. Dobby didn’t know how to inform Mr. Malfoy of his young master’s
state without divulging any of Harry’s secrets, which was why Dobby began
withholding Harry’s mail.
The house-elf knew someone would
be concerned if they haven’t heard back from his master. And it was right.
Walking out into the open
corridor, Lucius paused upon hearing Harry calling after him.
“Mr. Malfoy!” he hated calling his
father by his sir name.
In a low whisper he said, “Dad,
please don’t be mad.”
“
only did you risk your life but that of Orion’s by going after a bloody
Basilisk. I nearly had a stroke when Severus fire called me to say that you
deliberately went into the Chamber of Secrets with Black’s only heir after
being told to stay in your common room,” Lucius said. Harry needed to
know what he had done was extremely foolish and dangerous.
“Dobby will remain here with
you—to make sure that you don’t get into any more mischief or at least inform
me of what you’re doing.” Lucius checked his pocket watch. “I have a plane I
need catch but we will finish this discussion with Draco once I return. Please,
Harry, do stay out of trouble while I’m gone, okay?”
“Okay.”
Lucius turned to leave but Harry
stopped him again. Looking around to make sure no one was watching; Harry
hugged his father.
“I love you, dad.”
Bringing tears to his eyes, Lucius
returned his son’s embrace.
“I love you too, Harry. Go before
someone sees us.”
With that Harry took off.
Now alone with the house-elf,
Lucius looked down at the diminutive creature.
“Make sure no harm comes to my
son, Dobby.”
“Yes, Master Malfoy, sirs.” And
with a snap of its boney fingers, Dobby was gone.
But this was only the beginning
for Harry. His biggest challenge was yet to come.
A/N: How was that? Sorry, I know
it’s been awhile since my last update but I got wrapped up with
Did anyone know where Harry went? I’m interested in knowing what everyone
else’s thoughts on it are.
Nemesis
All motion stopped when that
familiar low chilling silky tone filled the classroom.
“Fifty points
from Gryffindor for pulling a prank in class.”
“Bloody hell!
“Oh, my goodness,” Hermione
whispered.
“How very observant of you, Mr.
foul language.”