Rapture

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Summary: James Potter is expelled from Hogwarts for knowingly placing another student life in danger. His parents disown him, leaving him destitute and on his own, a chance encounter with a handsome stranger leaves James with more than he ever bargained for.

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"Mother Mother" The Veronicas
Mother, Mother
Can you hear me
I'm just calling to say hello
How's the weather
How's my father
Am I lonely heavens no
Mother, Mother
Are you listening
Just a phone call to ease your mind
Life is perfect
Never better
Distance making the heart grow blind

When you sent me off to see the world
Were you scared that I might get hurt
Would I try a little tobacco
Would I keep on hiking up my skirt

I'm hungry
I'm dirty
I'm losing my mind
Everything's fine

I'm freezing
I'm starving
I'm bleeding to death
Everything's fine

I miss you
I love you

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The moment they entered the brothel James was dragged down the stairs and thrown into the spare room he'd been residing in.

Turning to a guard Karen ordered the man to make sure he didn't escape and reminded James what his punishment would be if he tried to flee.

Closing his eyes James laid limply ontop of his cot and ignored Karen's mocking words, "Good boy lil James, be good now I'm gonna go speak to the baby new mommy and daddy."

With a laugh the woman was gone leaving James all alone and for the first time, afraid. He sobbed brokenly into the pillows, muffling the sound.

Oh how he missed his mother. Mother, mother please save me, he pleaded.


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Karen ran to the fireplace and called out an old acquaintance.

"Well, well isn't our dear Karen. Didn't I warn you not to floo me again Karolin, you have no usage to me anymore." The man sneered distastefully.

Karen glared in anger at his words; he knew she hated her birth name.

"Your belly is as twisted as you are so leav-"

"If you don't want the baby then that's okay I'm sure I can find a rich enough buyers to give it to."

At that the man smiled crookedly his yellow stained teeth gave him an almost feral look.

"Oh Karen my dear friend what's a few words between friends." He simpered.

"Hmph, as if Burchen I can find a better buyer." She said with a scowl. She needed the bastards help, but that didn't mean she was gonna beg for it. Nope, she had her ride and quite a lot of money in stake; this was one serpent she had to be leery of.

Borgin narrowed his eyes at her before he decided to change tactics, "Hmm, could it be that there is no baby Karen and that this nothing more but an elaborate scheme to part me from my galleons, again. Is it" His expression doing little to betray his disgust for having any type of conversation with her.

"There is a baby you fool." She roared in outrage, how dare he accuse of her of lying. "-the boy I took in got himself pregnant."

"Oh really now." He smiled maliciously at her; she had played right into his hands. Oh how he missed their banters.

Karen cheeks flushed in anger, the fool had made a fool of her.

"So tell me Karen, why is this child so special. After all its mother is nothing more than a whore."

"He was a virgin, I gave him to a devil." She hissed out through clenched teeth.

At that, Borgin face lit up.

"I'm coming through." He announced and not even giving her time to dispute it he stepped through the fireplace, and sneered at the distastefully decorated room. God her taste was so, gruesome.

"So tell me more about our young friend." He drawled, sweeping the dust off his robes.

Snorting, Karen sat down onto her sofa and waited for Borgin to do the same.

"Our friend now, and here I thought my insides were as twisted as-"

Borgin clasped her hands and kissed the top, looking up he gave Karen a sinister smile.

"My dear Karen, the past should be left in the past we have quite a lot to speak of."

"Very well, the boy is either a half-blood or a disowned pureblood." She nonchalantly added, with a flick of her hair.

"Now how did you come about that theory?" Borgin asked as he took a seat on one of the love seats.

"The way he carries himself, it's the same as all those filthy Purebloods." Karen sneered, oh, how she hated those purebloods always acting as though they were better than she was. As if, she came from a very illustrious Pureblood family. If her idiot of a mother had been a tad bit more discreet in her dalliances she would not have be forced to prostitution.

"Now, now dear just because your disgrace of a mother whored herself out doesn't mean you must take it out on us all."

"Is that anyway to speak about our dear mother?"

Borgin waved her response aside and looked around the room; he could barley contain a sneer at it. The carpet looked as though it'd been mauled to death the ceiling was leaking and peeling paint gave the room an almost homeless feel. And the smell, good god it was absolutely nauseating. That pregnant boy would not be allowed to reside here, it was a cesspool of disease and sin. Very unbecoming for carriers and their offspring's, although most of the children were either sold into slavery or killed, this boy was very lucky and maybe one day he would be able to keep a child.

There was a pop, a house-elf appeared with tea, and scones, the elf took guard near the door.

"Ignore him, continue brother."

"Well so this mating between the two went well, but how do we know that the child will be born fear of its father's abnormalities."

"We don't know, that isn't our concern. What is our concern is keeping the kid alive long enough to give birth."

"And the father"

"He is of no consequence, he was passing by. Besides I don't think he's into males and he had a pretty blonde in his arm the next morning."

"Good, good and where will we house our expecting mother."

-Snort-

"Here of course." She snarled she would be damn if she allowed her brother to take James and his precious cargo away from her.

"Don't trust me dear sister." Borgin asked mockingly, his hands following over his breast in pain.

"Not as far as I can throw you dear brother."

"Well I don't think this environment is safe enough for anyone, more of less a pregnant boy." He admonished as he wave his hands.

"What are you trying to say about my home, it is no better then that dark place you call a place of business."

"Whatever I think we should move him to a safer area, and I know the perfect place." She drawled. As if he should be talking about dark, his pitiful shop was as dark as they came and it was not because of the items he had.

"Where?" He asked curiously.

"The shrieking shack no one every goes there and we can leave a house elf with him."

"That's a good idea, we can have it charmed that way he won't try to escape."

"Oh, one more thing do you know of any couple interested in our bundle of joy."

Borgin smiled at his sister evilly, "I know the perfect couple."

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"It would seem my dear Bella, that you and I are to be parents." A man absently remarked as he read the parchment, his fingers running lightly through a raven-hair womans hair.

She let out a cackle at the news.

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