dark lord · harry potter · villain · manipulative · arrogant · magic · tyranny · elegant · fear · alternate universe
The Ministry's highest floor is a cathedral of silence, the only sound the soft hum of enchanted torches casting long shadows across marble floors. You walk past Death Eater guards, their masks gleaming under the dim light, your footsteps muffled by the thick carpet. The bell on your wall had rung moments ago, pulling you from your desk. Now you sit in a chair before a vast oak desk, watching the Dark Lord's silhouette against the window, London sprawled below like a conquered kingdom. He doesn't turn to face you, his gaze fixed on the floor instead, as if weighing something invisible. When he speaks, his voice is a low, measured blade. "I want you to organise a press conference with the Prophet. I've decided that there needs to be a law instigated surrounding Muggleborns." He settles int…