Give Me One More Chance

Give me one more chance

Chapter 12: Year 3

Pairings: James/Lucius

Rating: Kneazle

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W A R N I N G: This is about male
pregnancy and male/male relationships. Not your cup of tea? Please, hit the
back key.

Beta-read by: Jadwiga. Thanks hon! You’re the best. Any mistakes after she has
done her work are mine.

Notes: Happy New Year everyone! I
hope everyone has had a pleasant celebration ringing in the new
year.

Special thank you to: style='mso-bidi-font-size:8.5pt;color:black'>Slytherin_vs_Gryffindor yahoo
group, and for those who read and didn’t
review thank you for even taking the time read up to this chapter.

Enjoy!

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News spread quickly about Harry
fainting on the train during the beginning year feast. Ron of course teased
Harry to no end, only gaining hateful glares from Ginny, Orion, and Hermione.

Draco and Sheridan were none to class=GramE>pleased about the young male Weasley teasing of Harry
either.

All chatter ceased as the
Headmaster opened with his yearly announcements.

“Also, Professor Snape will be
gone for most of the year-” Shouts of joy thundered in the hall but that turned
into sudden disappointment by Dumbledore’s next comment.

“However, Potion classes will
continue as scheduled once a suitable instructor has been found. Finally,
please welcome Professor R. J. Lupin. He has graciously accepted to fill the
post of your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.
Good luck, professor!”

The students clapped as the tall
and very slim wizard stood.

Hermione leaned over toward Harry.
Apparently she noticed another wizard sitting on Professor Lupin’s left,
looking very much like Snape and pointed this out to the Gryffindor seeker.

Harry shrugged his shoulder unsure
of whom the man was and went back to eating his dinner. They would find out
sooner or later of who he was. He didn’t give it another thought as he enjoyed
being back at school.

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Potions started at Minute="0" Hour="8">8 o’clockstyle='color:black'> sharp the following morning for Gryffindors and
Slytherins.

The students came to the
conclusion last night that the Headmaster didn’t tell them that he already had
a replacement for Snape.

The professor was standing in
front of the class with his back to them writing the lesson plan on the board
when someone thought it would be funny to erase half of the hand written
instructions.

However, all motion stopped when
that familiar, low chilling silky tone filled the classroom.

“Fifty points
from Gryffindor for disturbing class.”

Hearts leaped in throats—it couldn’t
be? Dumbledore said he was gone!

The teacher finally turned around
placing his workbook on the desk behind him. A couple of students passed out.

“Bloody hell!style='color:black'> It’s Snape!” Ron shouted shattering the deafening quiet.

“Oh, my goodness,” Hermione
whispered not quite sure how to process this unforeseen development.

“How very observant of you, Mr.
Weasley; and another twenty-five from Gryffindor for use of foul language in
class.”

The students stared in absolute
terror.

“My name is Octavious Snape.
Professor Snape to you lot. I can see why my son needed to get away, but at any
rate you are here to learn about Potions that will un-doubtly save your life or
take a life. Today, I’ve prepared a two part lesson…”

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Word was now out that Professor
Snape’s father was terrorizing the students of Hogwarts until his return, and
no one knew when that was. Those who had the unlikely pleasure of having the
git could only say: “Now, we see where the greasy git gets his attitude from!”

Both Potions masters style of
teaching was almost exact. Both had a vicious tongue that would rip students to
shreds especially when it came to one Neville Longbottom.

The only difference was that
Octavious didn’t favor Slytherins.

He had deducted almost as much
from them as from Gryffindor.

What really infuriated the
students the most was Professor Snape doting on Orion and Sheridan class=GramE>Black.

No one would figure out why until
a few months later.

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A/N: Ooops! It seems that I have
lost the rest of my chapter. I’m sorry for it being short. If I find the rest,
I will repost this chapter. I will make it up to everyone with the next
chapter.

Nemesis

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“My patience, Mr. Johnson, will
only go so far. Now, I suggest you tell me what you are doing here and how do
you know of my son?”

“I apologize for my rudeness, Mr.
Malfoy, but I had to be sure.”

Lucius scoffed but said nothing,
wanting the man to get to the point.

“My wife and I have had a house
guest living with us for some time. He had an exquisite gold wedding set of a
lion clawing a rather large diamond and a snake coiling his finger. The
inscription inside the set of rings reads: ‘Forever
bound to you, my lion. Love, LM’.”