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Author's Note: I don't know, this is just a little thing I'm experimenting with, tell me watch you think, and if I should continue.

Pureblood---Chapter One

Voldemort looked upon all of his Death Eaters, the number he had once had was large, now most of them had dwindled, and he had but a few left.  This dissatisfied him, made him angry, he needed more Death Eaters, he was going to take over the Wizarding World and he needed more pureblooded witches and wizards to do it.

He was sitting in the old study of the Riddle House, relaxing in an arm chair as Wormtail fretted over his every command. His followers stood before him, he had just released them all from Azkaban thanks to his convenient alliance with Dementors.

"Pathetic," said Voldemort looking them all over skeptically.

"M-master, we are very much sorry for all---" Lucius started.

"Did I say you could speak? Silence!"

Lucius' bottom lip quivered as he backed away.

"Avery, Bulstrode, Crabbe, Dolohov, Goyle, Jugson, Lestrange, Macnair, Malfoy, Mulciber, Nott, Parkinson, Rabastan, Rookwood, Rodolphus, Snape, Wormtail, and Zabini," Voldemort said softly, quietly counting them in his head, "many, but not nearly enough."

"Master?" whispered Avery.

"What is it?" Voldemort was annoyed.

"I-I was just wondering what you were saying…"

"Hmm, what I'm saying is we need more recruits."

"But my lord, that would be nearly impossible," Lucius started.

"There are the children; do you not all have sons and daughters?"

Lucius beamed, "Draco? Draco would be at an extreme state of honour to do his lord's bidding, to fight for you, Master."

"Of course, of course he would, but you are very foolish Lucius."

"Master?"

"Yes, you are. What happens if your son dies? If all the pureblooded Death Eater children die? Where will my next generation of Death Eaters arise from? Do you not think of these things Lucius? What if all the purebloods are destroyed?"

"I am at deep regrets, you are correct, I am foolish, I do not think of such things."

"Of course you don't…Snape come forward!" Voldemort ordered.

Severus Snape clad in black robes stepped forward, his face was pale, and he listened to every word spoken with harsh severity.

"Yes master?" Snape quietly drawled.

"How many children of Age are pureblooded in Hogwarts?"

Snape thought on this for a moment, and then said, "Thirty-two, maybe thirty-three."

"Yes, we are dying out then, aren't we?" All the Death Eaters nodded their heads.

"We must expand our breed…from now on, I do not want anyone joining me without an heir, the ones of pureblood shall have more children, we must grow, the Mudbloods must not out number us."

The Death Eaters nodded and agreed, they started whispering amongst themselves. This would be very difficult, they all knew that, for some reason it was hard for most pureblooded women to have children. Mrs. Malfoy, Nott, Goyle, Crabbe, Mulciber, Zabini, Parkinson, and Bulstrode had all barely managed bearing one child each, and now that they were older it would surely be impossible to have more.

"You are all quite imprudent; do you really think I expect your old wives to have more children? I do not. What I do expect is that the purebloods in Hogwarts have a child each before they join me, we all know that witches and wizards are of Age at sixteen, in the Old Times that was when they started to get married, that was before Hogwarts was established, and we shall be like the Old Times again, Mudbloods below us, and more purebloods around us."

The Death Eaters murmured and nodded in agreement.

"And so, I shall choose different partners to have children, every Death Eater child will remain loyal and obey, of course?"

Everyone said yes, and Voldemort spoke to Snape again.

"I want you to write a list, a list of wizards that are loyal, pureblooded Slytherins, and a list of all the pureblooded witches. All of whom should be of Age or a year older from Hogwarts."

Snape nodded and found a quill and then a piece of parchment, when he was done he handed the parchment over to Voldemort.

Pureblooded Slytherin Wizards of Age:

Cassius Cavalcanti

Vincent Crabbe

Gregory Goyle

Jean-Louis Deveaux

Dylan Goronwy

Draco Malfoy

Fionn Bott

Fritz Mulciber

Scott Nott

Blaise Zabini

Pureblooded Witches of Age:

Hannah Abbott---Hufflepuff

Pansy Parkinson---Slytherin

Millicent Bulstrode---Slytherin

Brigitte Maeve---Slytherin

Ginny Weasley---Gryffindor

Luna Lovegood---Ravenclaw

Pavarti Patil---Gryffindor

Padma Patil---Ravenclaw

Susan Bones---Hufflepuff

Elaine Toke---Hufflepuff

"Well, there are certainly more wizards then witches, but that's how it's always been…nothing we can do about that, some bloodlines never even have daughters, very rare it is," Voldemort said to himself.

"Master, if you give me your great allowance to ask…" started Lucius.

"What is it?"

"I was wondering what you would want to do with these students."

"Well, I shall start arranging these young people together, and then all of you will tell your sons of my bidding that they will happily do, I must say that this will be an easy first assignment, almost an initiation of sorts. This can start off with the sons of you, my Death Eaters; the other Slytherin boys can follow along afterward."

Some of the fathers began to pale as the other Death Eaters who didn't have children nodded along with the Dark Lord. Severus Snape leaned back against the wall as his eyes shifted from person to person, this was insane, they were treating these young people like cattle, no better than as if they were breeding different dragons or something, not people.

"So, I shall start then," Voldemort looked down at the list, "this gives us six boys for now: Scott Nott, Draco Malfoy, Vincent Crabbe, Blaise Zabini, Gregory Goyle, and Fritz Mulciber. Alright, I shall start with Scott Nott, he shall be assigned with…Hannah Abbott."

Nott gulped, "But she's a Hufflepuff…"

Voldemort looked up at him with his scarlet eyes, "As I was saying Hannah Abbot and Scott Nott, next I shall assign Gregory Goyle. He can be with…hmm… Padma Patil, I think. Next is Vincent Crabbe, he will be assigned to Pavarti Patil, and Blaise Zabini will be with Brigitte Maeve. And since Pansy and Millicent are daughters of Parkinson and Bulstrode, they can be assigned as well. Pansy Parkinson will be assigned to Cassius Cavalcanti, and Millicent Bulstrode will go with Fionn Bott. Fritz Mulciber will be assigned to Susan Bones. And lastly there is Draco Malfoy…"

Lucius stared down nervously at his feet as Draco's name was called, he was hoping for a Ravenclaw now that all the Slytherin girls were taken, but he definitely did not want Draco to have Loony Lovegood, and then all that was left were a Hufflepuff and a Gryffindor, Lucius didn't know which was worse, but knowing that the Gryffindor was one of those Weasels made him hope for the Hufflepuff Elaine Toke. Let it be Elaine, was all that ran through his mind for those few seconds.

"Ginny Weasley," Voldemort finished.

Lucius' heart fell, and he whispered, "Master?"

"What?"

"S-she's a Weasley, and Draco's a Malfoy, it would never work, he would never sleep with her, and she's a Mudblood lover like the rest of her family, I'm sure."

Lucius quivered as Voldemort stared at him, and then after a few seconds there was this loud, booming laughter. Voldemort was shaking with laughter, clutching the arms of his chair, "Do you actually think that I'm asking if he wants to? He has to! He has no choice! And I will make sure you see to that, or else Lucius…you know what happened to Regulus Black. I'm sure I would not need to make another example of it with your son."

Lucius shook his head, "Of course not my lord, my son will serve you in any and every way possible, he'll remain your forever loyal servant, I would swear my life on that."

"Good, because the child that your son and Ginny Weasley will have will become my heir," Voldemort finished as the room filled with gasps.

~*~*~*~

Snape stood before all of them, Nymphadora Tonks, Remus Lupin, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Alastor Moody, Mundungus Fletcher, Elphias Doge, Dedalus Diggle, Emmeline Vance, Sturgis Podmore, Arthur Weasley, Hestia Jones, and Albus Dumbledore, he was retelling what had happened just a few days ago, right before the Order of the Phoenix and they were holding this emergency meeting in the Ancient House of Black, located on Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place.

When he had finally finished and gotten to the part about Ginny Weasley, Arthur dropped his mug of hot coffee, and it shattered in to pieces. Arthur Weasley looked down at the coffee-drenched table and fainted.

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