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Insidious

“I have”—Harry paused dramatically—“a plan.”

“Oh?” Given the unholy light in his beloved’s eyes, Voldemort had to wonder what he was up to this time.

“Yes, oh yes.” Harry bounced to his feet and flipped a folder onto the desk. “I just found a new investment for you, Tom. We can start small or large, it’s up to you, but I think we should do this.”

Voldemort gave his mate a quizzical look, then pulled the folder close and opened it. “Fertility clinics? Sperm banks? Donor eggs? What is this?”

“It’s brilliant!” Harry enthused. “Take them over, buy them out! Chuck all those muggle samples and get wizards to donate sperm to impregnate the female muggles that come looking for a child with no inconvenient father attached. The next thing you know, figuratively speaking, we’re up to our ears in supposed muggle-borns.”

Voldemort blinked and tried to consider such a vision. “You want . . . to convert the population of Britain to . . . magical?”

“Why not? And then further. Nobody dies, nobody gets raped, but we increase a lot faster than we normally would and help to ensure our survival. And the more of us there are, the less we need to worry about hiding in the long term. It’s genetics, Tom. Genetics is what made it possible for those bastards to induce my transformation. Why can’t we be horribly Slytherin and slowly introduce enough wizarding DNA into the world to make a difference, do it quietly, and hell, make money at the same time?”

Voldemort was floored.