Dumbledore looked on at the crowd outside of his office. It had become official. The muggle world was enslaved by the wizards.

Dumbledore had become bothered with all the burdens of the wizarding wars, and instead refocused on his Greater Good.

At the top of a statue stood in the ministry atrium Dumbledore. Below him, under his foot, was a shackled pureblood wizard, a slave. While around that slave were muggleborn and muggle slaves. The white muggle slaves were at the top of the muggle slave hierarchy, next was the Asian, brown, and then the worst slaves were the black muggles.

"Tonight" Dumbledore announced "we have successfully implemented the Greater Good Order. To that are enslaved, for the Greater Good. At the top are pureblood wizard slaves. They are the best slaves. At the bottom are the black muggle slaves. They are the worst slaves.

These slave groups are to compete with each other for placement. Who knows, maybe a muggle slave group could be better than the pureblood wizard slave groups."

Dumbledore then sipped a tall glass.

It was five years after the defeat of Voldemort by Harry at Godric's Hallow, where Lily and James Potter had died.

"This new order is sure to provide lasting peace to Earth, and Wizarding Britain in general. And the muggles will never know of our existence.

Inheritable debt is the spell we used, and debt is the shackles used to keep this new world order of slaves."

Dumbledore then dug into his feast, content.

Several years later and far across the country, away from London, a young boy lived in a cupboard under the stairs. Harry, who lived in said cupboard, was not part of any typical family. His family, white Britons, were sought after as slaves, being the best muggle slaves available.

But his family, by random and accidental changes of events, never became enslaved. They were Free Men. Once, when the slavers came around designating Britons as slaves, they came across the Dursleys, but the parchment ink took shape, and changed, to Free Men.

Now, Aunt Petunia, the matriarch of the Dursleys, knew freakish events when she saw it, and attributed it to a miracle. And made sure Harry stayed in the cupboard where no one could ever see him, or know that he even existed. From that moment on, Harry was exclusively home schooled.

Harry was currently locked inside the cupboard, reading. That was when Dudley brought in the post.

"Look mom, a letter for Harry!"

Aunt Petunia quickly picked it up and threw it in the fire. "There will be no need for mail to Harry. Best to keep him to his privacy."

Harry, on the other hand, had heard about his mail, and was initially curious, but soon thought nothing of it.

The next day, more mail arrived for Harry. This time, Harry managed to grab a copy for himself, before it was confiscated from him by his uncle, Uncle Vernon.

"No need for you to be involved in this tripe!"

Harry just accepted their decision, albeit wondering what was in the mail.

Harry then went to look on the tv. Harry was young, and didn't know much, but what he did know was that he was pretty lucky. Many children his age were thrown into the coal mines, or worse. Harry was on tv, looking at another famine in Africa. The Nigerian slaves had under performed versus the other slave groups, as usual, and were in the middle of another artificial famine to motivate them to work marginally better.

Harry knew that it could be worse.

Soon, while watching the tv, a smiling bearded man popped up on the television. Uncle Vernon would mumble "terrorist" under his breath, while for Harry he resembled some Islamic cleric. His name was God's and Allah's Favorite Child, a long name, but one that the old man had taken up.

A nobody, someone that used to work in some government office that no one could definitively trace, had grasped power and implemented a religious monetary system. He had re-introduced debt bondage, the owing of debt from previous generations. He had said that whites owed money for reparations, and it was now a debt, and that they now had to do whatever the bond holders paid them to do, from work to sex. Those designated as Free Men were excluded.

He then did the same to the Asians, to the Arabs to the Indians. Every group on Earth had some form of debt or poverty that justified debt bondage. Enslaving large proportions, leaving only a minority of Free Men in each race.

His eyes twinkled when he spoke, always with a giant smile on his face. "I bring disappointing news" said God's and Allah's Favorite Child Dumbledore, "the Hierarchy of Slaves again remains unchanged. If I didn't know any better, I would think that the Africans are trying to be uncooperative. Another famine is sure to hit central Africa, and without the increased production of the slaves, many will surely suffer.

But onto better news. The white slaves have another abundance. This means that some black slaves can ameliorate their condition. It is unfortunate that the whites are out performing again while the others fall behind, but that makes more room for the underperforming blacks."

Dumbledore smiled.

"If God-Allah had his way" Dumbledore went on " the underperforming slaves would have perished long ago. It is only by their endless mercy that that isn't so."

Harry got the impression that Dumbledore hated the underperforming slaves, and by quite a lot.

Soon the telecast ended, with all the news outlets praising the man.

That was when Aunt Petunia started to burn a whole armful of letters addressed to Harry into the fireplace. "I think it is time that we took a vacation" she said "to get away from all this bother."

Uncle Vernon agreed, and so they went off to a cabin deep in the woods, in the middle of a large lake.