Dark Lord Risen

By The Greengrass's Magical Emporium

Disclaimer—I do not own Harry Potter.

Hi. This is The Greengrass's Magical Emporium. Welcome to my story.

This fanfic is something different. It is an AU fanfiction (alternate universe fanfiction). That means I am using the Harry Potter characters and the Harry Potter world… However, I am not using them exactly like they were written in the books. Instead, I am taking ideas from the books and adapting them in a new and different way—I am creating a new society, a different He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and an entirely different story.

In my story, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named won. He rules the Magical World. There is a War between the Magicals (that is what Witches and Wizards are called in my story) and the Muggles. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named plans to rule Great Britain and, eventually, he plans to rule the whole world—Magical and Muggle alike.

Daphne Greengrass is the main character of my story-not Harry, Hermione, Ron or Ginny. If that bothers you then I suggest you stop reading here.

My story is set in a fantasy landscape. The characters speak differently then they do in the books… If you can, imagine a Renaissance Fair way of speaking. That is how my characters will speak.

If you have more questions about the story PM me.

I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Chapter One

King's Cross was beautiful. White light pierced the windows and lighted the bustling train station. People walked this way and that. They smiled and waved in greeting. The noise—the cacophony—filled up the train station.

It was almost too loud for Daphne Greengrass. The noise set her nerves on fire.

It was the first day of term for Hogwarts students like Daphne Greengrass. She was twelve and it was time for young magician's like her to really start their magical education.

Daphne brushed a strand of dark, black hair behind her ear. She stared at the blood red train. It loomed above her in an imposing way. She could almost imagine that it was an angry dragon about to pounce on its prey.

"If you don't stop staring your eyes might get stuck that way," chided Helena Greengrass, Daphne's mother.

"I apologize, Mother," said Daphne. "I am, perhaps, a bit nervous."

Daphne lifted her chin a little higher at the confession. I am nervous but I am not a child, she thought to herself.

"I feel a bit anxious, too, even though I shan't even be going!" said Astoria, Daphne's younger sister. Astoria's blue eyes shone brightly.

Astoria's blue eyes were the only trait Daphne shared with her sister. Daphne was dark-haired, statuesque and slim. Astoria was short, petite and had fair-blonde hair.

"Don't worry… you will do just fine," said Helena in a brisk manner. Sometimes her mother could get this way. She tried to reassure Daphne. Instead, she sounded curt. "You are a Greengrass. Excellence is in your blood."

Before her mother could continue with her thought the train whistled. It was a high-pitched and foreboding sound.

It is time, said Daphne quietly to herself. I am ready.

"Erenetta Jorkin!" called the professor. A first-year walked to the front of the Great Hall. She was blonde and squarely built. She made to sit on the stool in front of her—a small, wooden thing that looked as if it would fall apart at any moment.

A professor placed the Sorting Hat on her head. "Gryffindor!" proclaimed the Sorting Hat mere moments later.

Erenetta Jorkin seemed to heave a sigh of relief. She walked to the Gryffindor table with jerky movements.

"Daphne Greengrass!" called the professor next. Daphne gulped. She tried to walk to the Sorting Hat with calm and sure steps.

The professor placed the Sorting Hat on her head. It was so big that it covered her eyes.

Daphne held her breath as she waited for the Sorting Hat to speak.

"I see…" said a disembodied voice. "You are a Greengrass. The eldest female Greengrass of your generation, is that correct?"

"Yes," agreed Daphne in her mind.

"You have a younger sister, too, if I do recall. Yes?"

"I do. Her name is Astoria. She shall be sitting under you in one year's time. She is only one year apart from me."

"That is lovely…. just lovely," said the Sorting Hat.

Daphne frowned. "I suppose so," she thought-spoke. "However, should we, perhaps, return to the Sorting?"

The Sorting Hat chuckled. "Very well, then. Let us return to business. You are a serious young lady. You would do well in Ravenclaw. Yet, I know the place you truly belong. I knew the moment I was placed on your head."

"Oh?"

"Yes. Daphne, you belong in…." the Hat said wordlessly. "Slytherin!" the Sorting Hat shouted aloud.

The students in the Great Hall clapped politely at the Sorting Hat's proclamation.

Daphne walked toward the green and silver table.

She heaved a sigh of relief and smiled.

September 1, 1995

Dear Mother,

Hello. It is me, Daphne. I am writing you about the Sorting just as you have instructed.

The Sorting seemed to take ages. However, I tried to be patient. When my name was called I was excited. The Sorting Hat spoke to me for some time (However, I was not a Hat-stall!). Then, the Hat promptly sorted me into Slytherin House.

I am, of course, thrilled beyond belief. Slytherin is where I belong.

The first-year girls and I all share one dorm room. I have a bed toward the middle of the room. Pansy's bed is on my left. A first-year named Blaise Zabini is beside Pansy. On my right is my roommate, Lily Moon. In the corner of the room is Millie.

I did not talk to Lily Moon much throughout the evening. She seems reserved. I shall learn more about her as the days progress, I am certain.

I am excited for the New Year. I have already picked out my dress for tomorrow. I have laid out my make-up at my dresser just as you taught me. As you say, "Foundation, mascara, lipstick and blush… never too little you need just enough."

I do not think Millie was taught that.

I suppose that is all for now, Mother. It is time for me to get to bed or else I may be late for my first class.

Good evening. Please say, "hello," to Father for me.

Yours with affection,

Daphne

That is all for this chapter. I hope you enjoyed what you read. Leave me a review if you enjoyed the story (or even if you disliked it. I am open to critiques). The next chapter will be out next Friday.

Yours,

The Greengrass's Magical Emporium