Chapter 1
Prologue
They were drunk on firewiskey and having a grand time. Demarkus was getting married in 2 days so the men were in celebration. He was one of the first marriages of them all.
“May you have strong magical children!” Lucius toast. He was the very first to marry, what with his betrothal running away and then rushing marrying him to her younger sister in case she tried it too (she was, actually. Lucius made a deal with her that she could be with the man after she gave him an heir.)
“None of our children will be stronger…” Nott pouts in the corner. He was the oldest and on his third wife. He at least loved this one though.
“How could you say that?! We are purebloods! Of the sacred 28! And if the Weasley bloodtraitors can do it, why can't we?!” He couldn't see who said that but right they were!!
“What number are they on?”
“Just had twins not that long ago, right?”
“So then five?”
“If they just had 5, we shall all have! Unlike that husk of a house, we have Manors with with space!”
“Why 9?” Demarkus looks at him funny.
“I doubt she's done having more. They mixed Prewitts with Weasleys. Known for their fertility.”
“Oh…”
He wasn't sure his new wife was going to be willing to have that many children for him…
“We still won't have the strongest offspring…” Nott reminds them.
“Why not? I just caught me a Black! Our son will be a strong one!” Lucius grins, proud of the child that doesn't exist just.
“Or crazy…”
“Who said that?!” Lucius glares as the room bursts into laughs.
“Too much inbreeding is what my second wife told me before she divorced me for a halfblood,” Nott sneers at the memory. Like all of them, it was just another arranged marriage.
His parents last wish before they died as his first wife died giving birth to his eldest son and they wanted him married and not alone.
“I doubt that…” there was uncertainty in the statement.
“How about a bet then?” Crabbe grins, leaning against the bookshelf, completely sloshed.
“What kind of bet?”
“Proving purebloods are the strongest of course. Not hard to catch us some muggles or muggleborns and halfbloods. One of each even. We will have Severus do an inheritance potion when our pureblood children start Hogwarts to find them later. See who had the better grades.”
“What if our choosings don't get pregnant?”
“Easy,” the man shrugs. “Goyle here isn't the only one getting married. The next 3 years are full of weddings. Before each one, we shall find one of each blood type. At least one should catch.”
The dozen men take a shot of more alcohol in agreement and open a map to pick where to find a woman or two.