IMPORTANT NOTE: I'd like remind everyone this story is strongly rated T (a bit stronger than a 14A) due to language, violence, character death, and implied sexual content. If at any point you feel the content of this story is pushing M rating, please inform me immediately (please include your reason why) as I may see fit to change the rating. Thank you, from you ever dedicated author.

~Nemarra

Chapter 1

Mr Frank was having a lovely July morning. He had woken with a tune in step that followed him about his morning routine. The sun shone cheerily and his young son had said 'Dada' for the first time. After a hearty breakfast and a kiss from his beloved wife, he flooed his way to work. And what a fine job he had at none other than the Ministry of Magic's Department of Magical Management. It was considered the most respected job within the Ministry, save for perhaps the position of Minister. That was because no other department dealt with the filth of the magical world like they did. No other department so passionately sought to ensure the longevity and strength- thus, in essence the purity- of wizarding bloodlines. Mr Frank had only been within the department for little more than three years now, and already he was seeing to at least ten cases a week. Ten! He hummed to himself with pride. Though he never believed much in Divination, Mr Frank wondered if perhaps his good mood was brought on by his inner eye foreseeing his promotion today.

Entering the department, he greeted the receptionist as she handed him his daily case files. Mr Frank's smile falter some upon only being handed one folder. He shrugged it off thinking perhaps Mr Willows was purposefully freeing up his time for this afternoon. A free afternoon would see to the perfect opportunity to a luncheon chat. He marched to his personal office with pride planning out how to be modest about his promotion. Yes, and dinner would certainly be in order for he and wife at their favourite restaurant. All those plans came to a halt, however, upon opening his door to find his case client was already there waiting. Though never seeing the boy in person before, Mr Frank had heard enough that he could spot right away who the lightening scarred wizard before him was. He looked down into the folder to be sure. Indeed, it was him. Perhaps Mr Frank would be spending the afternoon getting acquainted with a bottle of fine Scotch.

"Mr Harry Potter," Mr Frank greeted politely as he closed the office door. Harry's intense gaze followed Mr Frank as he settled in his chair. He smirked when he noticed the man glanced at the shackles on his wrists. Feeling no less calm, Mr Frank turned his attention to the folder he had placed on his desk. "Harry James Potter. Only son of James Potter and Lily Evans-Potter. You will be sixteen on the 31st of this month. Twice confiscated, eight times arrested, and... my word, thirty-seven returns? You certainly seem to be a difficult one to place, aren't you?" He boldly glanced up with a nervous grin. Harry only stared at him with eyes of emerald fire. Clearing his throat, Mr Frank returned to his reading. "Your most recent return was from the Taylor family for... Good heavens, boy! Burning down an entire barn of live stock?"

"It was an accident," Harry spoke for the first time.

Mr Frank paused a moment upon hearing the boy speak so calmly. It was common knowledge the dark hair wizard was not one to submit and often held an attitude with authority figures. To here him so calm was like coming across trolls having a civil tea party. Remembering the task at hand, Mr Frank asked, "how so?"

"I meant to let the animals out before I burned down the barn, but Mr Taylor surprised me when he came home early," Harry explained.

"What compelled you to set the barn to flame to begin with?"

Harry glared and growled low, "They called my mother a Mudblood."

"Slander? That's your excuse?" Harry shrugged carelessly in response as he once again relaxed. "Dear boy, do you not understand that each time you are returned, less and less families are willing to take you? Your costing the Ministry time and money for the amount of work put into placing you!"

"Good."

"Good? Good? Mr Potter, as a barer of impure bloodline, the only means of you existence revolves around if a pure witch or wizard is willing to keep you under their care!"

"That would be fine if they didn't treat me like a slave."

"Serving the family you live with is a means of earning your keep within the household. That does not make you a slave!"

Harry's voice steadily raised, "I'm not allowed to leave the property, or practice magic outside of servant spells. I'm not allowed basic education. I've slept in cellars, shakes, and even outside living off of either bread or dinner scraps. And let's not forget the beatings..."

"A Master is permitted to punish you as they see fit..."

"I can't even have friends without someone thinking we're planning a conspiracy! You tell me how any of that doesn't make me a slave," Harry hissed dangerously. His eyes dared the man to press him further.

Mr Frank inhaled deep in hopes of calming his aggravation before speaking, "Impure bloodlines have almost seen the end of wizarding kind."

"You Bigots ever think it's all your damned inbreeding causing disease and magic loss?"

Mr Frank chose to ignore him and continued, "As such, for the sake of all magic wielders, all impures must be kept under strict regulations. We couldn't possibly imprison you all- why, Azkaban is already being stretched to it's limit- so it is prudent impures live under a pure family to ensure these regulations are met. Mr Potter, without a pure family to look after you, there's no telling what sort of laws you'd break."

"You mean like having a job, my own house, and a wife and kids? Oh yeah, real terrible. So why isn't your ass in Azkaban?"

"Mr Potter that's quiet enough!" Mr Frank shouted angrily. The room grew silent as the two wizards stared each other down. The triumphant grin on Harry's features did not go unnoticed. "Your job is serving your family. Your house is your Master's house. You may have a wife, so long as you Master chooses one for you. As for children, however, that cannot be permitted. That would only see to further generations of contaminated bloodline."

"My bloodline is not contaminated," Harry growled.

"You may have gotten away with being a first generation pure seeing as your mother was a witch; regardless of her being muggle-born. The fact her older sister is not a witch, however, proves the bloodline is unclean. It cannot hold magic properly which could damage wizarding society if you were allowed to sire with a pure." Mr Frank paused a moment to think as a new idea turned in his head. Then he spoke in an almost far off voice. "If that's really what it will take to keep you in a family, however, there are laws that would permit you to marry and sire children with another impure because of your father's linage. Her blood, of course, would have to prove clean enough that the resulting offspring were new blood pures." Mr Frank grew quiet again as he ran the figures through his head.

Harry on the other hand was not pleased, to say the least. There was no way this man was actually considering using him as a slave stud! Sure, if Mr Frank was being honest, that would mean Harry's kids would grow up outside of enslavement. New bloods were first or second generation pures that were invaluable considering the dwindling number of true pures. Yet, that also meant Harry and his partner would not be allowed to raise their own kids. Still, Harry knew better from experience. Pures were never honest. Impure breeding was illegal, but there was purposeful loopholes in the system to ensure there were always be salves for pigheaded blood purists to command. "In pursuit of creating new bloods" was so clearly obvious, it would have created a fine glass pane. The kind that idiots ran face first into. Harry may not have had an education, but he was not an idiot. This was exactly why he did not look forward to turning sixteen. It was the age of consent. Not the age of breeding, mind you. He had to be seventeen for that; unless she was of age already.

"You know, I think I know just the family for you," Mr Frank said in a distant tone. The kind of tone that made Harry suddenly very nervous. Mr Frank waved his wand towards a filing cabinet. The drawer opened and a folder flew out into his waiting hands. "Mr Malfoy had mentioned the other day his young female was looking to court."

Uh-oh, Harry thought.

"The Malfoys are a well respected family. They had had twenty servants within their keep until an unfortunate fire killed all but one. In that case, Lucius would certainly be capable of looking after just the pair of you."

He wishes.

"Hmm... Well look at this, Mr Potter, the young lady in question is a muggle-born. I sure that makes things appealing for you."

Or not.

"An only child confiscated from her muggle parents when she was five. She rumoured to have a sharp mind and is fairly advanced in magic. Promising indeed. She's not of age for another couple of months, so you'll have time to court one another before getting involved intimately. We would have to wait for the third birthday of your first child before it can be determined if her bloodline will hold up enough to create New Bloods."

Translation: we going to make you two have lots of babies together thinking they might have a chance for freedom, when really we're going to enslave the whole lot of them.

"I guess that settles it then," Mr Frank stated.

What? Shit!

"I'll have you set up for a physical examination. As long as all requirements are met, I will be contacting Lucius and seeing that the appropriate paper work is filled out. If all goes well, you'll be meeting Miss..." he stopped to read and then continued, "Hermione Granger, before your sixteenth birthday."

Great, Harry mused. He grudgingly allowed himself to be dragged out of Mr Frank's office to the holding cells until he would be set to see a healer at St Mungo's. He was not having a good day.

HP*HG

There you go. This chapter is dedicated to LoonyPotter, by the way, for once again being my first reviewer.

Anyway, just so you all know,

1) The Unpure is no longer available. This is it's replacement. Don't worry if you didn't get the chance to read it, a lot of elements will be carried over to this story (minus giant plot holes).

2) I will, over the next five days, be giving you a chapter a day to make up for making you wait for the re-write. After that, I will be updating 1-3 chapters on the first of every month. This is to help me stay ahead of the updates even with life bogging down on me. Hope you've enjoyed, and see you all again tomorrow! And please remember to review!

~Nemarra