CHAPTER ONE

New Rules

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YEAR: 2100

The CEO of the Ministry of Magic stood upon his most trusted workers in the meeting room, door closed and window blinds shut, the chairs all full and the table quiet. The men and few women stared at him gradually, but carefully-waiting for him to speak. His dark and grey hair shone in the room with his dark icy eyes looking among those whom he trusts the most—ready to give them the new and surprising news that will benefit their world, and the muggle world at a simple cost.

"As all of you know, the elves have wanted their freedom granted—" the workers all looked at one another, but said nothing, "— and it has been given to them."

They all gasped, wondering why, how and who would replace their elves.

"But Sir, who will replace them?" Arcturus Malfoy asked, his hand grazing his blond hair.

"They will be considered part of society, but will only be able to have certain jobs. As for servants to all wizard families, I figured that we would use non-magical mudbloods."

Arcturus looked at Geraldo Montague and Morwen Flint, his two best friends whom he went to Hogwarts with. Not much of the Wizarding world has changed, besides the fact that magical mud-bloods are accepted more, but not by the majority of the pureblood families. The other wizards in the room looked up with interest and their eyes glistened.

"But Sir, why would we use them?" Morwen asked.

The CEO smirked. "That will be shared at a later time. I have a list of all of the different servants there will be, and you will go to the muggle world and search for your mudbloods. When you are done, give me their names and I will search up their records, and you will decide what they will be used for. However, only muggles with a certain income shall be chosen— those of upper middle class and over. Their families will be informed once everything is taken care of. Now, up with all of you, this meeting is over."

They all got up and left the office, Arcturus talking amongst his two best friends. "He's using them for something, I just know he is."

"Well maybe this isn't such a bad thing," Geraldo replied, dark eyes leering. "Perhaps those muggles will see that we're the superior ones on this planet."

They all laughed and made their way to lunch, happy with the idea of using muggles since they'd be easier to control.

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Later on that week, a girl with long dark hair and brown eyes is walking through Diagon Alley and starts to read the Daily Prophet, and reads that elves are part of society but at a price. She turned the next page, wondering why they'd change the perception of elves when she saw the title: Non-Magical Muggles to be Detained. She read further, interested in the topic.

The Ministry has decided to consider house elves as part of society but at a price. They will only be allowed to work under the ministry, schools, assistant employees, and stores. However, non-magical muggles will be easier to control, since they have no sorcery and no eligibility to condemn magic since they will have no liability to use it. There will be different servants for different needs as expressed below:

Cooks

Cleaners

Personal

Sexual

Work

Butler

These are the jobs that will be given to the chosen muggles but maybe redeemable if more are displayed as choices for the chosen muggles. All wizard families will spy on the muggle world and choose up to four muggles for their household. When they are done, they will give their names and the Ministry will search for their records, then those chosen will be given to their families. All that are chosen will be given an hourly and yearly salary, some of which will go to their families. However, only certain muggles are eligible to be chosen, those whose yearly income is over $90,000 will be eligible to be a servant, and their families will be given a letter from the Ministry. If they fail to listen, there will be consequences given.

Remember to choose wisely.

Her heart sank, realizing that she has friends in the Muggle world since she is one herself. She then remembered Auburn, her best friend and began to worry about her safety and decided that she needs to go back to her world to warn her friends and family of the new horrifying ministry rule.

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A few hours later, a teen girl found herself on the bus going home, Auburn hair framed her face. She looked out the window, wondering why her best friend hasn't answered her letter yet, she always answered within the same day but then decided that her friend must have a lot of things going on, being a wizard and all and looked at her surroundings. Most people are looking out the window, on their cell phones or talking to their friends. Others just sat in their seats and sort of, zoned out there setting. However, two guys caught her eye not because they looked different, but they aren't conforming to everyone else's pastime on the bus. They were whispering to one another and she believes that it may be her they are muttering about.

The first one turned to his best friend. "She kind of resembles her, you know."

His friend nodded. "Yeah, I know."

The girl looked around and saw the two boys staring at her, but noticed something...different about their appearances. The taller one is broad with dark hair shaved on the sides, and he has a Greek look to him: a big nose and large brown eyes. The second looks about an inch shorter than his friend but is heavier built with dark hair, grey eyes, and crooked teeth. They are wearing dark cloaks with pins on the side. As she looked closer, she could see that the pins have an initial with a symbol on them, meaning that they are family seals.

These guys must be extremely wealthy. Either that or they aren't from around here.

She got bad vibes from the two and turned away from them, looking out the window as they began to whisper to themselves again, but she ignored them, not wanting to stir up trouble with people she doesn't know, especially if they're much larger than she is.

A few minutes later, her stop came up and she quickly left the bus but not without saying a quick "Thank you," to the bus driver, who said nothing in return. She began to walk down the familiar sidewalk and building and passed the alleyway that the rebellious neighborhood kids dared to enter into, no one else went in because they didn't want to face the wrath of the bad kids. As she walked passed the alleyway, Someone pulled her into it and she turned to see long dark hair, and she recognized her almost abductor.

"Janice!" She cried.

The two wrapped their arms around each other, Auburn noticing that her friend is wearing her Hogwarts uniform.

Auburn always wished that she could go to Hogwarts and be a witch, but she has never told Janice that sometimes, strange things happen in her room. She doesn't know whether or not it's magic, anything supernatural, or just her being paranoid. Sometimes she hears voices and a couple times she has woken up at the same time during the night to see a strange figure standing in the corner of her room. The second time it happened, she stayed awake and the figure stayed there until 6 in the morning when the light hit. Hearing voices and seeing things isn't normal in the wizarding world, Auburn knew that. Sometimes, she thinks she is secretly crazy. She sometimes felt that there was a deep dark secret about her that she has not yet uncovered.

"Are you all right? Your owl didn't return your answer to the letter I sent you."

"I'm fine, but something bad is happening."

Auburn raised an eyebrow. "Like what? What's going on?"

Janice took out a newspaper from her cloak pocket. Auburn unfolded it and began to read its content. She looked up at her friend when she was done.

"So, they're going to kidnap us?"

Janice nodded. "I thought I'd warn you because of the neighborhood you live in. You're considered upper-middle class."

Auburn thought for a moment. "I guess." Then, she thought back to those two boys on the bus and then realized something. "Those boys...those boys on the bus!" she exclaimed.

"What boys?"

"I saw two boys roughly our age, or a little older, wearing cloaks. But I wonder why they'd be in my area, especially if they only really paid attention to me out of everyone else on the bus."

Janice stiffened. "Auburn, that isn't a good sign. Wizards are disguising themselves as muggles and seeing whom to take to make servants out of them," her friend warned. "They're coming soon, Auburn, and those two boys may be coming for you."

Auburn gasped, not knowing what to say. She felt like screaming, running and crying all at the same time. Her emotions are everywhere, she doesn't know where to go or which emotion to react to first.

"What did these two boys look like?" Janice asked.

Auburn explained the two boys' appearances and explained the family seals printed on pins that were attached to their cloaks.

"Great," her friend sighed

"What's wrong?"

"Those two boys' belong to sentimental pure-blood families, the Montagues and the Flint's. They believe that wizards and witches should only marry other wizards and witches born into magical families, and support the new rule to enslaving non-magical muggles."

"But why take muggles that don't have the advantages of magic?"

"Because elves can fight back with magic, you can't. If they punish you, it will be through magic, and believe me when I say that their magic hurts more than two people getting physical with one another. These families are dangerous, Auburn. We need to take you somewhere."

"You don't know if those two boys will come back for me," Auburn objected.

"You said they were talking about you and paid no attention to anyone else on the bus, Auburn. They are interested in you and they will stop at nothing to hunt you down and enslave you. Please, stop being stubborn for once and follow me!" Janice ordered.

The two began to run and as if on cue, wizards and witches popped up out of nowhere as pedestrians began to run, bumping into each other. Auburn kept her pace and followed her friend like a duckling following its own mother, but the shoving and screaming and the rapid speed of everyone else made it impossible to keep up. She gasped at the sight in front of her. Bright and dark lights of real magic filled the air, and innocent bystanders are either running or on the floor, screaming and flapping around in pain. She saw a girl about a year or so younger than her grabbed by someone in a dark cloak that covered them from head to toe. However, she noticed a snake on the person's left arm, concluding a theory that these people must all have that mark on their arm to symbolize their group-like occult.

Janice grabbed Auburn's arm and apparated to a different part of town where certain people, mainly girls, were being grabbed by people in dark cloaks that covered their whole body head to toe and then disappeared. Bystanders were screaming, crying and hugging their loved ones, but others were also running away, or at least trying too. Janice lead Auburn into an apartment complex and they scavenged their way up to the rooftop but were stopped by a tall, broad man in a dark cloak. Janice stopped and put her arm out to prevent Auburn from moving forward. Janice stared at the man and instantly recognized him, "Morwen, Morwen Flint." she sneered and Auburn felt her heart race.

Flint.

She recognized the name that Janice warned her about.

"Janice, more like filthy little mudblood," he sneered louder.

Auburn knows what that term means, and she doesn't like it. It isn't Janice's fault that she is a witch, stuff just happens. It would be a lie if Auburn said Janice is a horrible witch because she isn't, she's bright beyond her years. Auburn was told of the horrible terms used for people like them, and it made her sick. Racism is everywhere.

"You're here for Auburn, but I won't let you take her." Janice took out her wand and pointed it at him. He laughed and took out his own, "You Gryffindors' love the danger and adventure, don't you?"

They began to throw spells at one another and kept fighting until Janice blurted out some dangerous-sounding spells. Auburn, on the other hand, watched in amazement-the fact that magic exists and appears with words and a wand fascinates her. she's never told anyone that magic interests her. Ever since Janice got the letter to attend Hogwarts she was envious because she wishes to be a witch herself.

Morwen blocked one of Janice's dark magic spells. It is enchanting but scary to see. He smirked, "I see that you want to project some dark magic upon me. Let's see what you think of this; Crucio!"

Janice fell to the ground like she was having a seizure and screamed in agony, begging him to stop. Auburn crouched down to her friend, pleading with a man she doesn't know. "Stop, stop please!"

Morwen grabbed Auburn as she kicked and screamed, but her friend couldn't help her anymore, Janice is exhausted and injured and Morwen is...big. He is tall, obscenely broad, and with tight, prodigious muscles. Auburn could see his face better being close up and could automatically say that he has sort of a...troll like appearance to him.

"Let her go!" Janice screamed bloody murder.

Morwen held up his wand and apparated a fighting and reckless Auburn away from her hometown, away from her world and her family, and she entered into a universe where real magic spirals.