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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The Veronicas "When it all falls apart"

Can it be easier?
Can I just change my life?
'cause it just seems to go bad everytime
Will I be mending?
Another one ending once again
Falls apart
Gotta pick myself up 'cause things are messed up

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"It's a real pity; he is such a beautiful creature." Rodolphus absently mused form over his wineglass, his gaze focused on the young wizard carrying his heir.

Bellatrix sneered at her husband, "More beautiful than me dear husband." Her wand gripped harshly between her manacled like claws.

Rodolphus fought to retain a snort at the womans jealous expression, as if she truly cared for him. Pathetic waste of good blood, but in her family case not so much. It was disgusting what countless centuries of inbreeding will do to you.

"Bella my dear your beauty is like no other, so dark and dangerous." He assured her, her crazed expression linger for a moment before she broke out into a loud cackle-like laugh. Turning his gaze back to the boy seated by himself, his eyes dropped in an expression akin to lust.

"He is very pure, its an addicting sight something I wish to protect and yet contaminate at the same time." he drawled huskily, his tone doing nothing to belay his own interest in corrupting said boy.

"You have such ways with words my dear husband. Mind that you keep your interest towards the boy as a mule and nothing more. Pregnant with our heir or not I will kill him and dance over his smoldering corpse." She hissed before sweeping out of the room, Lady Parkinson and the former Lady Malfoy after her. The latter of who sent him a withering look. He scoffed at that, did he not recall her ex-husband kicking her to the curve after the birth of his heir and moving in his werewolf lover. The daughter of the great house of Black kicked to the curve for a half-breed, how amusing.

Rodolphus merely rolled his eyes at his temperamental bride tantrum. Here she was throwing herself like a common whore unto the Dark Lord and he was not allowed to seek his own pleasure elsewhere. His eyes narrowed in anger, the thin flute of the glass cracking underneath his anger. Bella was of no use to him and her inability to carry him an heir was more then enough of a reason to do away of her and remarry. Now, the raven-haired youth was starting to look as a more suitable bride.

Clasping his hands behind his back after a quick gulp of his wine, he walked towards the youth under the pretence of feeding him some magic. James looked alarmed but he slowly rosed up and followed alongside Rodolphus to his chambers.

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He laid the boy ontop the bed and had to fight the urge to lie atop and ravish him. His tiny murmurs and blush doing nothing to contain his lust. Sitting beside him, he was all too aware of the boys penetrating gaze. He moved his hand alongside his face before coming to rest gently atop his over-ripened belly. He felt a flurry of moment by the fetus, its magic pushing roughly against his palm. Not in the least pleased to feel another caressing its bearer so intimately.

The fetus rejected his magic as well as Bella (no surprise there), the only thing keeping the child alive was James and so they began to feed him in large quantities. Closing his eyes, he pushed his magic into the boy, hearing his tiny gasp as proof of his magic nourishing him.

He didn't care that the child he carried was a bastard, no Rodolphus was no fool he knew power when he saw it and James Potter wields a platurial of magic it was no surprise that his, no their unborn presence was so intoxicating. The child was not fully light or entirely dark, a cross, a beautiful mixture of gray. If Rodolphus had his way, he would whisk James away divorce Bellatrix and raise the child as his own. Damn that filthy blood contract! He had not known what he was getting into when he first agreed to wed her. Her painting did nothing to hide her insanity it was a crippling effect. Although he was able to take a lover, he doubted that anyone he laid with would survive Bella's wraith.

Bella had already announced their news, much to his chagrin. If the bitch had her way, she would parade around with full glamour on proving her femininity and fertility. Fool! Everyone knew that she was not the carrier and James appearance tonight further fueled the flames. He was slightly happy that no child of his would ever be borne form such a disease-ridden body. Of course he received congratulations and was greatly pleased that everyone seem to assume that he was the one who fathered the heir, thus proving his own masculinity. The dance of the Purebloods was a tiring affair, one he was steadily becoming weary of.

Staring down he noticed that in his musing he'd failed to notice that James Potter had slipped into the land of Morpheus. His tiny chest moving slowly in a hypnotic fashion, eyelids fluttering as he dreamed and hands resting so maternally against that of his womb. Perfection at its finest, indeed.

Tucking a stray hair behind his ear, he kissed the youth lightly before exiting the room.

He had much planning to do. It was time for his dear wife to disappear, forever.

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The moment Rodolphus closed the door James was up, he grabbed his bag from underneath the bed and removed the robe he wore to the function onto the ground. He pulled out his heavy winter cloak and threw it over his shoulder, feeling a slight pang as he fastened the Potter family insignia onto the clip.

"Leaving so soon?" A cool voice asked.

James could barely contain his flinch, his heart plummeting in fear. Stepping from the shadows, he was greeted by the sight of Rabastan Lestrange.

"I-" James began fear etched across his features.

"Get out!" The man angrily hissed as he strode towards James.

The latter of who fell onto the bed in an undignified sprawl, his arm cradling his swollen belly in fear.

"Wh-what!"

Rolling his eyes, Rabastan elaborated, "Get out her boy, of Bella doesn't kill you then whatever you're carrying will. My brother and his wife are fools; neither you nor the child can survive without the sire's essence. So I am telling you now, run."

"My brother unfortunately has some foolish idea that you and he are perfect for each other. I dare say right now he's planning my dear sister-in-laws accident." He sneered, before turning to face the door. His features momentarily stricken in pain as though he was struggling to make some kind of decision, before he turned to rest his gaze on James. James sincerely hoped the man he was not changing his mind. He didn't blame his brother, truly the boy was a divine creature set upon the earth, but he belonged to another and had his own destiny to fulfill. He doubted that they would not meet on the battlefield decades from now. But for now, he had to do what was right. What was Pure.

James flushed in realization that he too had noticed his brothers lingering caress and behavior. He swallowed audibly ripping the man's gaze form admiring his form.

"Th-that…why are you helping me?" He tentatively asked, looking for any reason for the man to betray his escape.

"Because no child deserves to be raised in this atmosphere." He bitterly replied. "That was the main reason I cursed her loins, to bad I didn't do the same to Narcissa." He added nonchalantly as he fixed his attention onto his carefully manicured cubicles.

"Although I guess seeing your child raised by another is punishment enough, don't you say?" He added a question that they both knew the answer to but asked nonetheless.

James looked away at the question being asked. He did agree that was a fate worth then death, a fate he couldn't envision for himself not if he wanted to dispute it.

"The Black women are not entirely sane."

"Narcissa who did she marry." James asked confusedly.

"Lucius-"

"Lucius freaking Malfoy, poor Remy." James wailed, why was he even surprised. The oaf had done nothing to dispute the rumors of his arranged marriage to Narcissa Black. Even then, she was as tenacious as she was beautiful.

Rabastan lifted a brow at him, "You mean Remus Lupin the quiet boy." Rabastan asked slowly. "Ha-ah he doesn't need your pity." The man snickered.

James continued to stare at him, confusion evident on his features.

"What does that mean?"

He knew how deep Remus was within the older man's web, even more then he'd been with Lily Evan. Although by now, she was probably married to Sirius younger brother, Regulus. He mused darkly. In his opinion, the whole thing stank of cover-up the Blacks merely trying to brighten up their sullied public image. Marrying a muggle-born, he scoffed internally at that.

Rolling his eyes once again Rabastan elaborated, "Your friend has taken the place of dear Narcissa as Lucius's catamite. He's even raising the baby my dear sister in law bore him."

"Wow, I missed a lot." James muttered, if so he wondered if Sirius finally made the move on Sniv-Serverus after seeing his true form. Who knew Snape could be such an absolute babe.

"Well off with you and here take this."

James caught the bag easily (seeker reflexes no duh), he peered inside and gasped at the sheer amount of Galleons resting within it.

Rabastan merely whistled and watched as the boy climbed over the balcony and disappeared into the darkness.

Rabastan waited three seconds before ringing the bell. He listened closely to the pitter-patter of feet's. Taking a deep breath he quickly murmured an incantation to turn the room astray (he might have poured too much), and shot a quick hexing hex at himself, lying quickly on the floor to give the illusion of assault.

The door flew open, Bella appeared, her sister and Lady Parkinson, Rodolphus and Voldemort made up the rear.

With a screech of rage, Bella ran over to the balcony, falling onto her knees she let out a banshee like wailed. Narcissa and Annette Parkinson tried to soothe her.

Rabastan pouted from his place on the floor as everyone ignored his injured form. Taking a deep breath, he pulled himself onto the feet in a show of pain.

Ignoring his brother-penetrating gaze, he made his way to the bed faking a limp.

"Well now my dear Bella perhaps you should have tied the boy to the bed."

Bellatrix stood up slowly and raised her wand towards her brother in law.

"Crucio!"

Rabastan fell to the ground and twitched painfully. So predictable, the woman didn't even bother to learn other more inventive curses. Ignoring the intense pain, he smiled smugly at her. It was worth it though, just to see Bella lose control.

"Enough Bella, enough!" Rodolphus roared a she slapped her across the face. It was the first time his brother ever raised his hands against her and hopefully not the last.

"We have no time for this we must begin our search-"

They all felt the distinct tremor announcing James departure, the boy had escaped and rather quickly.

The party slowly made their way through the door. There was nothing else they could do the boy was already gone. Rabastan ignored the knowing look the Dark Lord sent his way. He sneered at the man, knowing that he would soon receive a summon to warm his bed. He scoffed at that, as if he would lower himself to lie with such a person. He may have dabbled in the Dark Arts, but he sure as hell didn't worship it. Both the Blacks (cough Bellatrix) and Voldemort were proof of just what such cult-like fascination could do to one; it corrupted their soul to their very core. Snape and Malfoy were smart to escape, the latter of who was practicing a strict neutrality.

He was leaving to return to France. He had no intention of following down his brothers path, he knew all too well that Rodolphus would follow, neither of them interested in the raucous power-play building between Dumbledore and Voldemort.

"Rabastan did you have anything to do with this." His bother calmly asked, his form quivering in pure anguish.

"Come now dear brother you know me better." He drawled out before spitting out the blood. Titling his head up he walked through the door, leaving his brother to stand there alone. It broke his heart to lie, but he could not not allow such a travesty to continue, more so for his brothers heart.

Potter now owed him a life debt and he aimed to collect, one day.

James quickly ran down the beaten path until he reached a road of sorts. Gulping in freedom-filled air, he held his pilfered wand into the air. A hissing noise was soon heard and he breathed a sigh of relief as the Knight Bus made its appearance, stepping onto it he sent one last look back towards his prison cell finally freed.

"James Potter, I thought I recognized you."

Turning around he stared into the startled eyes of his former co-worker Sharon. Smiling ruefully at her, he took a seat next to her, stealing her attention away from her potential client. He sincerely hoped that she could shed a light on who the man was that impregnated him, and where he could find him.

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-Somewhere else-

Not too far away the legendary Dark Knight Sparda sneezed.

"Sparda are you okay." The tiny Blonde-haired woman in his arm asked.

Smiling down at her, he answered in a breathy tone. "I'm fine, just catching a tiny cold I suppose."

The woman giggled at his lie. "You know when you sneeze like that it means someone is talking about you." she whispered knowingly.

He stared down at her in confusion before a perverted smile twisted across his features, the woman let out a tiny eep at his lustful expression.

"Oh really, perhaps you can teach me more about these strange premonitions."

Smiling down at Eva, Sparda hoped that this moment of peace would never end. But that didn't seem to stop the nagging sensation he had that everything was going to change, whether for the better or worst he didn't know.

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Here comes a veyr pregnant and very angry James Potter. Review, please.