The Little One with Green Eyes

1: Daisies and Dark Lords

-August 27 1991-

"Why is this still a problem?"

Narcissa winces at the enraged hiss of her Lord. She stands next to her husband in the meeting hall of her Lord's castle, and she sends a sympathetic glance at the poor sod delivering his report. Corban Yaxley is clearly terrified, his eyebrows drawn together as he looks at the Dark Lord in fear.

"W-We are still searching for them, Milord," he stutters out, his eyes flitting between the ground and their Lord's face as he searches for a way to get himself out of the torture that is bound to follow. "But their forces continue to evade."

"Continue to evade, you say?" the Dark Lord says, and his glare intensifies. "Tell me, Yaxley, how they continue to evade you? They are nothing more than street rats, and you are telling me that you cannot find them?"

Yaxley trembled where he stood. "Y-Yes My Lord."

Narcissa sighed minutely as the Dark Lord raged. The tension in the room spiked the longer the Dark Lord seethed silently, paralyzing Yaxley with his death glare. The only noise that could be heard was Yaxley's terrified breathing.

It had started off as a normal report day. The Dark Lord had summoned the heads of each department in the New Ministry and demanded they give him the reports for the month. All had been going well since the Lord's ascension to power.

The war had been won eleven years ago, with the Dark Lord gaining the Ministry. It took a few years before the people settled under the new influence of power, but the Dark Lord had changed the laws to be more fitting for everyone involved.

About five years ago or so, the Dark Lord changed. Where he was once an insane, powerful dictator, the Lord became more of a leader. His laws, more fair and fitting for the society that they lived in. Narcissa had barely concealed her surprise when her beloved husband came home one afternoon to tell her that Muggleborns were still allowed to attend Hogwarts.

Narcissa had expected them to be thrust from their society entirely, or stripped to second-class. But instead, their Lord made it a law that they be introduced into their society as children so that they might learn their traditions---their muggle heritage must be left behind. Muggle parents should be fully integrated into the Wizarding World to live as squibs and several Muggleborn orphanages began to pop up.

But Narcissa would have to concede that those laws helped sway what little resistance was left to their side. The Dark Lord's previous regime of Pure-Blood Supremacy shifted to focus on magic instead. All magic should be free---and anyone who could wield it was welcomed.

Their Ministry was fully successful and there had only been one uprising since the Dark Lord took power, and it had been easily quelled.

But the true surprise to Narcissa---more so than the equal rights movement for Muggleborns and Werewolves---was the headmaster of Hogwarts. For some reason, Albus Dumbledore remained the headmaster.

It was no secret that Dumbledore was head of the Order of Phoenix---the leading rebellion group against the Dark Lord and the New Ministry. Her Lord had signed a peace treaty with the old wizard at the end of the war, and Dumbledore's continued employment at the most prestigious school of Wizardry was a part of that.

Narcissa had honestly expected the Dark Lord to kill Dumbledore, as everyone knew how much the former despised him. And yet, the old man remained alive and well, and still in the powerful position as always.

However, the Order of Phoenix continued to fight against the Dark Lord. Their efforts, more subtle now that the masses had settled into the Dark Lord's power, continued to invoke the most terrifying rages of her Lord.