Disclaimer: Didn't own it when I wrote the first copy of this story, how would I suddenly own it now?

Ladies and Gentlemen…The long awaited re-making of "the Unpure". Thank you everyone who voted, and waited long and hard for this. I do hope I will not disappoint. So without further a due…

The Impure

Nemarra

Prologue

In the quiet of night, a little cottage sat with the same tranquil peace as the rest of the small town. That same peace could be found within the walls. Within was a young family getting settled into bed for the night.

The young father walked into the nursery carrying his two-year old son. He settled the youngster in the crib with a gentle kiss to his forehead. "Night, son," he said softly.

"Nigh' dada," the boy mumbled back. As the young father made to leave the room, his son spoke again. "Dada?"

"Yes Harry?"

"Wan' Paddy." Sure enough, the toy black dog the child's godfather had bought for him lay on the dresser instead of within the crib.

"Here you go, son," he smiled as he handed his son the toy. He watched as the boy cuddled into it before falling off to sleep. He continued to stand there a little while just watching the gentle rise and fall of his son's chest. Only a slight creek on the hallway floor boards drew his attention to the door. He smiled upon noticing it was his wife.

She smiled back and entered the room. He snaked his arm around her waist as they shared a gentle kiss. Cuddled against one another, the young couple looked at their son. "Amazing, isn't he?" she said.

"What do you expect. He's a Potter after all," he answered with a slight puff of pride to his chest.

"Of course, love," she giggled lightly under her breath. She reached down to move some messy dark bangs out of her son's eyes. She also leaned in to kiss the babe's head. "He looks so much like you," she said once again cuddled into her husband's embrace.

"Poor lad," he joked. "He's going to have a hell of a time with his hair." This gained a light nudge from his giggling wife.

"I hope we have another soon. I would love for Harry to have a little brother or sister," she said wishfully.

"That is the best idea I've heard all night, darling."

"Really?"

"Why not? How does a little girl sound? Then the Potter family will have two beautiful women in it."

"Are you sure?" she teased. "She will eventually become a teenager you know."

"Two words, love. Big brother." This gained light hearted laughter from them both.

"I love you," she said.

"I love you too," he answered leaning in for a kiss.

Just as their lips met there was a loud knock at the door. Both parents froze suddenly worried. The knock came again more loudly. They had purposefully told all that mattered not to knock when visiting. Clearly this was someone that was not close to them. "Stay here with Harry," the husband said softly to his wife. Gulping slightly, the young mother quickly scooped up her child and watched her husband leave for downstairs.

Tense as a board, the young man peeked out the drawn curtain of the window. At least two dozen professional looking people stood outside in his yard. It was as he feared. He need not wonder how they had found this place. There was only one 'friend' he knew of that had been acting particularly distant from him. Especially since his marriage. He would kill that rat later. For now, his concerns were on his wife and child upstairs with no escape from this all muggle abode. He brought together all the courage in him, and carefully opened the door with the chain lacked. "Hello?" he asked.

"James Potter?" the lead man asked.

"Who's asking?"

"I am William Knol, representative of the Department of Magical Management…"

"So a blood purist," James spat.

As though nothing had passed, the man continued, "… we have received word that as of October 1st, 1979 one James Potter, heir of the noble and most ancient house of Potter, had married one Lily Evans. Is that correct, Sir?"

"Yes," James answered steely.

"Are you aware Miss Evans is a muggleborn?"

"That's Mrs Potter, and of course I know."

"Are you also aware marriage between muggle-born and pure-bloods are not permitted?"

"Yeah, and I don't really care. So get off my property and leave me and my wife be," James made to close the door, but Mr Knol stopped him.

"I'm not finished, Mr Potter."

"Well I am," James said while adding an extra shove to close the door. Mr Knol had been smart enough to move his hand out of the way before it closed on him.

Knowing what was to come, James backed away from the door and drew his wand. As predicted, a blasting hex made short work of the wood door. The ministry officials marched in through the opening; each armed with their own wand. James quickly fired off a couple stunners managing to hit one of the guards. "I told you to leave!" He said fiercely. He swiftly summoned a shield when several different jinxes were sent his way.

The fight continued on strong with James holding off ten at a time. He was momentarily distracted when he noticed a few extra fighters heading up the stairs. James made to fire, but was shot down with a body binding hex. He watched and listen in horror as aurors stormed up to the nursery. His heart sunk into his stomach when he heard Lily's shouts and Harry's cries. Before long, the little family was together in the living room surrounded on all sides. The jinx was removed from a now wand-less James. He stood and held his frightened wife and child.

"This is worse than we first expected," Mr Knol spoke to the aurors. "An heir produced within an illegal marriage complicates this much more. Mr Potter, are you aware that these crimes, as well as your known aid in the Impure Rebellion are punishable by death?"

"Yes," James nodded sternly.

"Why do it then?"

"Because I love this woman so damn much. She ten times the witch of all of you combined." James' words gained a small, adoring smile from Lily.

"Miss Evans…" Mr Knol started.

"Mrs Potter," James growled.

"Your blood status states you are not allowed to live outside of ruling by one of document purity status. Nor are you permitted to marry, let alone bare the heir, of any documented pure. The crime for damaging wizarding bloodline is life imprisonment. Take into account your known aid in the Impure Rebellion as well use of love potion on a pure…"

"Love potion!" both Lily and James shouted in disbelief.

"Of course," Mr Knol stated calmly as though he were speaking to ignorant children. "The Potter family is noble and true to it's roots. It's only heir would not sully him and his family with one of your kind."

Lily paused a moment. Then carefully she said, "If I had been using love potion on James, would the charges on him be dropped?" Beside her, James gave a curious look. It was clear he was wondering what his wife was up to.

"Are you admitting to using such means, Miss Evans?"

"I want to know what would happen to James and Harry before I say anything," Lily answered.

"Lily…" James made to interrupt catching onto his wife's plan. She shushed him, and waited for Mr Knol to speak.

"Mr Potter would be freed from his charges since he clearly was doing everything outside of his free will. As for the child produced, since you are still a witch, that makes young Harry have both magical parents. If Mr Potter desired to keep the child, he could apply for documentation as a first generation pure. He won't be recognized as the Potter Lord, or even heir should Mr Potter have another child in the future with a proper witch. He would be monitored when it comes to work, where he is living, marriage, and so forth, but he will not live the same life as a muggle-born such as yourself, Miss Evans."

"So he won't be enslaved," Lily concluded. Unshed tears prickled her eyes, but she dare not show them.

"That is correct, Miss Evans," Mr Knol nodded. Then looking to James with a more the obvious hinting, "Unless Mr Potter can't bare to have anything to do with a child conceived from trickery. Then the boy will simply disappear into the system much like other impures."

Lily gave her husband a meaningful look. He looked back with a raised eyebrow while shaking his head. She nodded down to the child in her arms and once again looked hard into James' eyes. He stared back with just as hard a look. Finally she looked away to look back at Mr Knol. "James Potter is acting on love potion," Lily stated boldly. "I've been slipping it to him every morning in his tea ever since the Potter's claimed ownership to me when I was twelve."

"That is very good of you, Miss Evans. It would have been a terrible loss to the wizarding world for Mr Potter to face such charges otherwise. Arrest her, and give Mr Potter the antidote. He can decided what will happen to the child as soon as the cure clears his thoughts."

"No!" James shouted. "I am not under love potion you royal wanker. Leave my family alone or I swear I'll kill every one of you." Swiftly two aurors grabbed James on each side. Finally, Mr Knol pulled a vile from his petticoat, and forced James to drink it's contents. Once it was certain James had swallowed the potion, the aurors carefully let him go.

He stared at Lily for a moment with a blank look. "Lily…" he breathed in disbelief. Now the tears where falling from Lily's eyes. James moved in close to her with confused eyes. Then before everyone's eyes, he wrapped one arm around her and used the other to hold her head as he gave her one heck of a kiss. "James!" Lily gasped when they finally parted.

"I love you, Lily. I'd rather you and I raise Harry together in the after life than him and me live without you," he said smoothly.

Before Lily could say anything, Mr Knol hissed, "Have it your way Mr Potter. By the power of the Ministry of Magic, James and Lily Potter, you are both here by sentenced to death for an illegal marriage, illegal producing of a child, fleeing the proper authorities, and your assistance in the Impure Rebellion against those of proper wizarding society." Then to his aurors he addressed, "Kill them."

When morning came, the bodies of Lily and James Potter were laying out on the living room floor. A Ministry official note hung on the door telling of their 'crimes'. The body of young Harry was not to be found. Instead he was stolen away into the corruption of the world towards a life as an Impure.

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There you have, brand new Prologue. Aren't you guys glad I'm re-doing this? As to why I changed it from unpure to impure… as interesting as it was to make society look like fools for using improper grammar, I came to realize this is Wizarding England. Pretty much raised like those of Victorian age (aka proper grammar is of high importance). So I changed it. Less hassle with my auto spell check too. Anyway, hope you have enjoyed so far. R&R please!

~Nemarra