"Thank you for accepting the interview Mr. Potter." Romilda Vane had grown over the years, from a girl who tried to dose him with a love potion to one of the best reporters in Wizarding Britain. With articles featured on the front page of the Daily Prophet, her career had been quite a success, carefully guided by Harry's gold and a few favors here and there. The fact that every article of hers practically made him out to be a saint may have also been a few points in her favor. "Most would think you were too busy these days, chasing down dark wizards and slaying terrible beasts."

Harry chuckled. "Busy as I am, I can always make time for you." He saw her cheeks light up, her light-skin turning a rosy red. Lovely, but nothing compared to his pet death eater. "Besides, as the head of the DMLE, I'm only called in for the more dire cases…and any Death Eaters that managed to slip through the cracks. Most days I simply manage my businesses and check up on the quidditch scene."

"Really?" Her feathered pen began to scribble on a notepad floating next to her, the closed booth filled with the sounds of its scratching. "Hmm, any fresh talent that has piqued your interest?"

"No, but Victor Krum's lot has proven interesting." Harry sipped on his drink. The Wicked Witch was an exclusive restaurant, visited by celebrities and the upper class who wanted to have some privacy. An easy choice to visit for the Man-Who-Won, though he preferred his drinks a little harder. "But we haven't come to talk about Quidditch have we? You want to know why I, someone who was so vehemently against the ideals of blood purity, support the Separation Act, don't you?"

"Read me like an open book." Romilda leaned forward, an excited grin on her face. "C'mon now, don't keep a girl waiting."

"Don't worry, I won't.." Harry chuckled before the smile died away and his face became a bit more serious. "For too long, the Magical Community has been cramped up, muggles constantly forcing us to move our communities due to their expansions, leaving us with less and less space every year. We've already been forming ghettos, and anyone who owns a building in Diagon Alley can tell you that with less and less room, the prices have only gone risen, and as the muggles keep expanding, it will only get worse, and not just for us. I'm sure a smart woman like you has heard of the less savory parts of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures."

The grin on her face quickly fled, replaced by a frown. "Are you talking about the relocation of dozens of magical species due to habitat destruction? Or about when they can't relocate them…"

"Then they get wiped out to help keep magic a secret." Harry wondered how many species had been annihilated to do just that. "Even the animals are feeling the pinch, and if it keeps going as it is, we'll have no place left for our own people." Harry said. "Sure, the countryside remains open to us, for now, but its far less than it was even two decades ago and it will continue to shrink, which is why we need somewhere better, somewhere we needn't hide with plenty of room for our wizard-kind to grow. And the Separation Act is the first step in that towards that."

"A land of our own huh?" Romilda said. "An interesting idea. Though some people would say such an idea borders on the edge of the old Blood Purity movements."

Harry nodded. Such movements were nothing new, though Voldemort's was really the only one that got off the ground and resorted to terrorism. Most of them had been about the pollution of muggle society, that the Statute of Secrecy was not enough, and that extreme measures had to be taken.

Some of the ideas had been wild, ranging from something like the Muggleborn registration act to outright stealing muggleborns from their homes and raising them amongst wizard kind. Though he knew his opinion wouldn't be popular, Man-Who-Won or not, he agreed with the latter, knowing what it was like to live among their kind.

Funnily enough, so did nearly all the African and Middle Eastern countries, for their magical societies did exactly that to avoid societal contamination from their Islamic muggle counterparts. Harry had thought his own distaste for muggles had been bad, but to hear them speak of their own made his own hatred seem like nothing.

"And those people would be wrong." Harry bit down on his tongue. He could not say what he really felt about them. Not in public at least. "I have always upheld the rights of muggleborns and purebloods alike, and I will continue to fight against the poisonous ideals of Voldemort, but a land for magical-kind alone has nothing to do with blood purity and everything to do with the future of our race."

"Our race? My, my, Potter, I didn't expect that attitude from you." A sardonic laugh erupted from Romilda's lips as he glowered at her. "Mr. Potter, I'm a pureblood. You don't need to hide how you feel around me. Hermione and her little Muggleborn-Activist Movement might care for their kind, but you and I know that at best, most purebloods would find muggles interesting to learn about but would keep them at arm's Iength. At worst…well, we already saw that, didn't we?"

"Yes, we have." Harry spoke softly, remembering all that he had done to defeat Voldemort. Times had been hard back then, but he had succeeded. And he would succeed again against his newest adversaries. "But as for your earlier question, no I don't find it too extreme. The muggles technology is growing greater every year, and our methods to deal with it aren't keeping up. Certainly, we have made strives in our own technology, major strides indeed, but it won't be enough. Eventually they will figure it out, especially with the parents learning about the wizarding world through their muggleborn children. Only a few need band together to expose us and you know what will come next."

"Witch hunts." Romilda Vane said. "Or they'll be like they were before Christianity, always wanting and demanding, and when things don't go there way, we'll be the scapegoats once more."

"But with better technology to oppress us. They can't even tolerate each other, so I know they won't tolerate us. But everyone already knows about my experience with muggles," It had been annoying to air that information in a little autobiography he wrote, but it helped further his goals. "But many don't know about the experiences many muggleborn children endure. Did you know that over sixty percent of the children who have died from abuse or were on the streets within the last ten years were found to be magical? sixty percent!" Romilda blanched at that little tidbit. Harry had learned that shortly after he became the head of the DMLE, and he'd been apoplectic. "And that's the ones that have been reported! For all we know, it could be far more! And every day that we do not truly separate, that we do not keep ourselves distant from the muggles, are days where more children are abused just like I was. And I will not stand for that!"

"Which is why now, more than ever, our people need to band together, rather than letting petty things like blood divide us. Magic is the birthright of every witch and wizard across the world, regardless of skin color, of religion, of ethnicity, of country. I've spoken with many leaders across the world, across all seven continents, and we have come together to help build a brighter future for Wizard kind."

"Is this about that little investment that I've heard whispers about?" Romilda leaned forward. "Word is that you've spent at least a hundred thousand galleons on it."

"I'd spend my entire fortune on it." Harry said. "The future of our people, of our children, is that important. As for what it is…" He grinned. "No comment."

She laughed. "You tease." Then she relaxed into her seat, smug as could be. "Thanks for the interview, Mr. Potter." Romilda said. "This'll certainly make the front page. Again." She smirked. "But that's for later." She raised her glass. "To the future."

He raised his as well, a soft clink echoing through the booth as the two wine glasses touched.

"To the future."

xXx

Located in the British countryside, Potter Manor had been ruined in the war, left to rot as the nearly destroyed wards barely managed to keep the elements at bay. After the war, when Harry had first found out about it, he'd been ecstatic, hoping he could find out more about his family, only to be left with little more than a few books, some paintings, and two living portraits of Potters from long before his father was born.

But that had been ten years ago when he was fresh out of Hogwarts. Now, it was a thriving manse, the old roman designs from when the Potters first came upon the British shores restored to their full glory as white stone shone beneath the sun. On the grounds, sunflowers reached towards the sky, while perfectly trimmed hedges lined a central garden with a massive fountain in the middle. An idyllic image, but Harry could see the oath-bound mercenaries patrolling the grounds, looking like some combination of an auror and a soldier from the trenches of the First World War.

"You know," Pansy asked as she tilted her sunglasses down, revealing her chocolate brown eyes. Her face, which he used to thought was a bit pug like when she was younger, had filled out, her button nose being one of her best features in Harry's opinion. Water dripped from her tanned skin as the hot tub bubbled, her one-piece revealing her large bust while beneath the bubbles were the thick thighs that he could hardly keep his hands off of. "When you're in swim trunks, you're actually supposed to be in the water."

"I was getting there." Harry said as he plopped into the warm water, moaning as the stress of the day's work lifted from his shoulders. He could hear his children laughing and screaming in the background, playing a game of marco polo with their friends. A couple house elves watched over them to make sure they were safe, so Harry made sure to relax while he could. "Mmm, thought Project Albion was the best investment I ever made. But this one beats it out."

"Course a lazy bum like you would prefer this." Pansy was still the haughty bitch she'd been back in Hogwarts, thinking herself above the rabble due to her heritage, but he preferred it that way. Better a venomous snake than some mouse who would roll over when the going got tough like his old friends. "How was the interview? That slut Romilda try and get in your pants again?"

A bark of laughter sprung from his lips. "She hasn't tried since you had that little "talk" with her." He tilted his head. "You never told me what you said to her."

"What I said isn't important as long as the message was drilled through that thick skull of hers." Pansy said, groaning a little as she sunk into the water, her head leaning on the stone sides.

"Seems your drilling worked." Harry felt his muscles loosen as the jacuzzi worked its magic. "As for the interview, let's just say I revealed a little truth that the public was probably better off not knowing."

"The muggleborn abuse rates?" Pansy asked.

"Yep." Harry popped the last syllable, taking some joy in the annoyed look his wife sent him. "Figured that one would boost our old pal Longbottom's support while kneecapping our opposition. Plus, we might be able to convince a few of the more liberal houses to join the moderates and shore up our voting block."

Pansy laughed as she shook her head. "Dumbledore put in a lot of work to keep that little factoid secret. It was probably so his political opponents couldn't promote "racial violence", as if the abuse of magical children didn't merit such a response."

Pursing his lips, Harry would have once disagreed with her. He had looked up to Dumbledore, put him on a pedestal. But he'd children of his own now, and the thought that some muggle filth could abuse them, and that a powerful wizard like Albus would do nothing about it…

Well, it explains a lot about my childhood, doesn't it? Harry thought grimly.

It wasn't a rational hatred. The blood wards that surrounded the Dursley's home had protected him from Death Eaters, and that the Longbottoms had figured out what happened when you didn't have such strong wards. And Dumbledore had plenty on his plate as it was. He was just a man. A powerful one, but a man all the same.

But hate was not rational, and Harry couldn't help but just HATE.

"All the same, it should boost support for the Separation Act. Even Hermione's little group should have trouble dealing with the fallout of it." Harry said. "But enough about politics. It's time to kick back, relax, and wait for the fireworks to go off."

Giving him a cheshire smile, Pansy couldn't help but agree.

"Let's hope for a big boom."

AN: AN: Politics, how tiresome :C. Anyway, much like how I mentioned in an earlier part of the thread, Harry is trying to get the public riled up with facts that were better left under wraps (and due to him being the DMLE head, he knows a lot of nasty stuff that would piss people off majorly if they learned it), all to drum up more support from the populace for the Seperation Act (Since it's currently seen as really controversial). This is all a plan to get more people used to both the idea of complete seperation and the idea of moving to another planet where they needn't fear the muggles ever again. However, certain groups won't see it that way, and see it more as the rise of another Voldemort (like Hermione's group, which we'll get to soon). Pretty fun stuff, all things considered.

And as the Pureblood stuff goes, I think there is two things that are important to this story that I kind of hinted at in this update and haven't really mentioned yet. The first is the attitude towards Muggleborns that purebloods have. Some, like the Blood Supremacists, have outright disdain and hatred towards what they see as foreign to their culture (which the muggleborn essentially are. If you're aware of the situation in Canada, you're starting to see more and more contempt and hatred towards immigrants (mostly Indian) who are from a completely alien culture, and who don't blend well with the populace), and bringing in ideas that both threaten their power and are "muggle" in nature, so they hate them by default and want them out completely. They are mostly the uber rich, who want to keep their priviledges and rights, and the uber poor, who don't want job competition or are just straight up racist.

Most Purebloods however have kind of a "Wizard Man Savior" complex, where they see muggleborns as in need of guidance to help them meld into the "superior" civilization (kind of a casual racism instead of Voldemorts "TOTAL MUGGLEBORN DEATH" attitude). They have the knowledge, the experience, and the lineage, so why not try and help guide these muggleborns in the world that they're not used to, teach them the "right way" to live, and get them to accept that they really are just "better" than muggles? Slightly snobby, but genuinely well meaning. And if you're not careful, magic can be legit dangerous, so it's not without its merits.

Now as to the second point, purebloods and Halfbloods make up most of the wizarding population (In Wizarding Britain, I think it should be at a solid 80-85, else Voldemort wouldn't have been able to get away with his shit since he'd be persecuting a massive minority, rather than just a few), and with the fact that if muggleborns marry purely magical, then they'll eventually be purebloods anyway, this has been the status quo for most of the Wizarding Communities around the world. It'll be discussed later, but most muggleborns don't actually care to fight this status quo, as while it won't benefit them, it WILL benefit their descendants and ensure preferable treatment to them, so all they really need to do is find a job, have kids, and pretty much just play the long game and they'll be fine (so do what the average joe does and your kids will reap the benefits).

This also plays into Harry's favor, as he can use that argument for the whole moving to Mars thing. True equality would be had, since without muggles to breed with, their would only be wizards. Sure, there would be some dickheads that spout shit about their lineage, but if someone were to try and pull Voldemort Two: Electric Boogaloo, they'd never be taken seriously and probably wind up dead in a ditch (so just some classism, but mostly just people being asses). I don't really see racism from skin color/ethnicity popping up, as none in Harry Potter seemed to care about it, and magic should make breaking things like the language barrier easy as hell, so it'd be a lot better than it currently stands (mostly).

Anyway, hope you enjoyed it! And enjoyed the Pansy part. I wanted her to still be kind of a cunt, but a loveable one. A bit of a Tsundere, that one, cause she's a bit of a bitch (and a blood supremacist), but still genuinely loves and cares for Harry and her children, even if he is a halfblood (for reasons that will be explained later).

Anyway, you can always read a chapter ahead on my p-a-t-r-e-o-n (Halo3vsloz). Peace!