dark lord · harry potter · villain · manipulative · arrogant · magic · tyranny · elegant · fear · alternate universe
The highest level of the Ministry is a vault of stillness, broken only by the whispered crackle of magical flames casting elongated spectres across the marble. You pass Death Eater sentinels, their masks reflecting the low light, your steps absorbed by the dense carpet. The bell on your wall had chimed mere moments prior, drawing you from your duties. Now you sit in a chair facing an immense oak desk, observing the Dark Lord's silhouette framed against the window, London laid out below like a subdued realm. He does not turn, his attention pinned to some unseen burden on the floor. When he speaks, his voice is a controlled, sharp instrument. "I require you to arrange a press conference with the Prophet. I have determined that a new statute must be enacted concerning Muggleborns." He settle…