A Selfish Man:
AN: Right, my first Cross-Over fiction. This story is a result of me reading a fic called "Harry Potter: The Overlord" by "The Darkest Soul". I think the author did a great job in that fic and I simply loved the idea of mixing the Harry Potter universe with the Overlord series. I've already read it three times, while waiting for the sequel, but I can't help but want to make one of my own.
My story will be quite different from his, I can assure you, and the only Overlord elements in it will be the Minions, the Netherworld and two characters that will be introduced in this chapter. For those unfamiliar with this franchise, know that Harry will be Evil, with a capital E. He won't be cartoonishly evil, but mess with him and you are a dead man.
For those accompanying my other fics, don't worry, this will be the last new fiction I publish before I finish one of the three. Also, please do review.
Disclaimer: I do not own any part of the Harry Potter universe or of the Overlord franchise. This story is written for my pleasure and yours, so I make no money from it.
Chapter 1: I Will Join Your School
Igor Karakroff wasn't a very happy man. Years ago, when he joined the Dark Lord's army, the Death Eaters, he couldn't imagine his life would turn out like this. He never believed in the ridiculous ideals he fought for, but he believed in being on the winning side. And that was Voldemort's. Until the man got himself killed trying to murder a baby.
Truth be told, Igor still couldn't believe that happened but it did and all the Death Eaters were forced to live with it. He didn't think twice about selling out any and all allies he used to have, just to escape prison. The person that unified them was dead and so was their cause, it was suddenly every man for himself.
Being a known Death Eater, to all the wizards and witches of magical Britain, and a traitor, to a dangerous few, forced him to leave the country. Even if he managed to stay out of Azkaban, almost everyone in England would kill him if they had the chance. So Karakroff fled and made a life for himself in Norway, as the headmaster of Durmstrang Institute of Magic.
Not a job he wanted but the only one with a decent pay he could get. After all, the only place that would hire a former Death Eater would be a school interested on what he could teach. Though, he still wasn't sure how he made headmaster. The old one died and Igor turned out to be the oldest member of the faculty and the most renowned or something like that.
Still, it was far better then Azkaban and he just had to behave himself a little. Not even that much, just favor the students with the most famous/powerful/political parents and all would be well. But, as the headmaster he, sometimes, truly had to work, like when his Deputy Headmaster informed him of a young man that wished to join their school.
A young man with no formal education, no parents or guardians to sign any contracts yet one who couldn't really be denied. For the young man was Harry Potter. The baby responsible for Igor's ruined life and the fall of Voldemort, thirteen years ago. The Headmaster was almost one hundred percent sure that he would kill the brat before this interview was over. Then he would have to erase the fact that there was a meeting from the mind of everyone who knew about it. But he could do that without much trouble.
Karakroff's planning was interrupted when someone knocked on his door and his secretary informed him that Potter was here. Ordering the boy to be sent in, the Headmaster proceeded to gather his magic on the air around him. A nice little intimidation trick that would make the Boy-Who-Lived tremble before he died. The magic would create a wind current around towards Karakroff, chilling anyone else in the room and scaring any teenager witless.
Just after Igor was done with his preparation, there were more knocks on the door and the young man came in.
Harry Potter was tall for his age, but only if you knew it. He looked closer to sixteen then fourteen to be honest. His face was lean and aristocratic, with none of the thin facial hair most boys his age would allow themselves, thinking it made them look older. The young man was well build and had black hair that clashed well with his slightly pale face. An eyebrow rose above one of Harry's bright green eyes but he seemed unimpressed with Igor's little performance.
Ignoring the young man's calm when facing an older and far more experienced wizard, Karakroff spoke "Harry Potter." he greeted, eying the boy's clothes with a bit of distaste.
Potter was dressed in a grey muggle suit. Igor honestly couldn't tell if it was expensive or not, he knew nothing of this kind of thing. All he noticed was that it seemed to be well fitted and that the boy wore a plain green tie, over a black undershirt. On his face, there were a pair of rectangular glasses that framed his eyes nicely.
Shaking his head, the teen corrected him "Harrison, sir."
"Very well, Harrison Potter. Take a sit." the older man ordered, gesturing to the small and hard chair he kept in front of his desk.
Not looking bothered at all by the uncomfortable chair, Potter sat down and waited for the Headmaster to speak.
The former Death Eater cleared his throat and did so "A few days ago you sent Durmstrang a messenger hawk asking for admittance in my school. You have no former education, no guardian to sign our forms or pay for our service and your letter arrived after the acceptable date for new student who wish to join us. I am only entertaining you, Potter, because of who you are. But what makes you think it's even possible for you to become a student here?" he asked.
Igor was calmly planning on how to murder the brat, but he was also curious and it was not like Potter could get away. This was his school after all.
The Boy-Who-Lived smiled just a little, crossing his arms. What caught the Headmaster's attention was a large dark silver gauntlet that Harrison wore on his right hand. It seemed normal enough, for a big metal glove, except that it was clawed and had a little imp's face carved on the back of the wrist.
"It is possible and I am going to join your school, Headmaster." he announced, clearly and strongly. Like Karakroff had no choice in the matter.
Then, Potter did the third to last thing one would expect from the Boy-Who-Lived. He pointed his index finger to the other man's face, before explaining "Because... Imperio."
There was a small distortion in the air, something rippled through it and made it's way to Karakroff before the man could do more then widen his eyes. Then his face became more relaxed and the man's eyes lost just a bit of focus.
"I will be joining your school as a fourth year student." Harry dictated easily "You will write, talk, blackmail, whatever it takes, to the commission of the Triwizard Tournament and find a way to allow participation for anyone over fourteen years of age. And that will be all for now."
Seeing the former Death Eater's nod, the young man lifted himself from his uncomfortable chair and walked towards the office's door "I will talk to you again, so I expect a better seat to be available." he called, over his shoulder.
The Netherworld was the home of the Minion clans, who served the Overlord, for the past five hundred years. Ever since one slightly brighter of Harrison predecessor's figured out that, maybe, the Dark Tower was attacked so bloody often because it stood there in plain sight. Taunting heroes with glory and riches.
It was quite a bit of work, moving all the little creatures down here but the result was worth it. Every Overlord lasted so much longer when it was almost impossible for him to be attacked at his home. In fact all the past Lords, since the construction of this lair, died when attacking. Never defending.
The Throne Room was lit by three large chandeliers, the first two illuminating the the dark green carpet, with golden edges, that lead from the entrance portal to the throne. The final, and largest, light fell upon and around Harrison's black throne. The sit was made of black iron and white bone, and though the armrests were carved to resemble twin dragon heads, the back was normal enough. The cushions matched the carpet on the floor.
The statues that used to hold torches had been removed years ago, leaving the arcs on each side of the room to be illuminated only by the molten rocks bellow the upside-down tower. Those statues were only one of the reason's the current Overlord would laugh at the last one. Who carves creatures, from house elves to giants, bowing down to the walker? Talk about need for reassurance.
The portal suddenly brightened quickly and started crackling with energy. Blue lightning ran through it for a few seconds, before thunder of the same colour hit the floor bellow it. After the light dimmed, the Overlord walked out of the smoke that was created and towards his throne.
With a wave of his right hand, Harrison banished his clothes, leaving him as naked as the day he was born. Then, the young man clenched his fist and his gauntlet was lit on fire. The, darker then normal, flames spread over his entire body and then disappeared. When they were gone the teen was wearing a dark grey armour, that matched his gauntlet's design, and a thin crown matching the armour in colour with a single emerald in front of it.
Multiple eyes, varying in colour and size suddenly appeared around him, hovering always around three feet in the air.
"Mastah!" came a loud cry from multiple voices, which Harrison ignored until he sat down on his throne.
Clenching his fist again, the Overlord force the light from the chandeliers to reach the entirety of the room. Revealing dozens of ugly little creatures.
The Minions stood usually at three feet of heigh and were all thin and scaly. The little monsters varied in colour and a little in shape, but could be separated in four groups: Browns, Reds, Greens and Blues. There was at least a few of each watching their master now and waiting for his orders.
Harrison pointed lazily at one particularly small brown and ordered "Bring me Gnarl."
The little thing ran out of the room as fast as it could, cheering loudly after being chosen by the 'Mastah' and leaving the others seething in jealousy. It took only a minute before a raspy and irritated voice was heard, cursing up a storm. It continued doing so, until the brown Minion threw the speaker in front of the Overlord.
Gnarl was a very old minion, so old he stopped being brown centuries ago and somehow turned grey.
"Dammit, Bogus! I'm going to rip your little- Oh, sire!" the old one's demeanour changed completely when he caught sight of Harrison. Gnarl bowed so lowly, something on his back cracked "I take it my lord has... Summoned me?" he asked, glaring at the one who brought him.
"Yes, I have. Although my... Interview with Karakroff went exactly as planned, I have found another problem." the lord admitted, not caring if the Minion's overheard. The little things weren't smart enough to have low morale.
That caused the Minion Master's eyes to widen a bit, since it had been months since the Overlord had asked for his council and not just his opinion.
"The Imperious Curse is easy enough to maintain on a few targets, but I have it in over a dozen people spread around Europe." he explained calmly "It's doable but certainly annoying. A little tiring too."
It took Gnarl a few moments to think of an answer to his master's 'problem' but he was quite proud of it "I have an idea, sire." he announced, gaining Harrison's full attention and the surrounding minions awe.
"As you know, sire, runes can be used to contain charms and spells. Like a Notice-Me-Not Charm or a Warming Charm, so-"
But he was interrupted by the Overlord "So, you believe we can create an 'Imperious Rune'. It will take information on the curse that I simple do not have." he pointed out.
"Yes, sire." the old minion admitted through a smirk "You do not, but now you have access to the Durmstrang library, my lord."
A satisfied smile found it's place in Harrison's mouth, if one didn't know what they were talking about it might have looked like two friends old friends solving a particularly annoying problem. And that was somewhat true.
"Good work, Gnarl." the young man praised, before turning to another topic "Now, I will need only your opinion." he waited for the Minion Master's nod before continuing "I am thinking of recruiting some... Helpers in Durmstrang. And so, I wish to make a good impression for my first and only year there. I think, I will have Karakroff-"
"I welcome you all to another year at the Durmstrang Institute and I can tell you now that this will be one unforgettable year for some of you." Igor announced to his students.
Hundreds of people stood in the entrance hall, listening to the headmaster's usual beginning of the term speech. Though now, most were curious since Karakroff usually just recycled his speech instead of writing another one. Rumour has it, he used to just read the last one the former headmaster wrote.
"I will make an announcement soon enough as to the why. But it's nothing for you all to worry about, just yet. What is important right now, is that our school will be hosting a duelling tournament." he paused for a moment to stare at the surprised faces of his students, before continuing "Entrance is only allowed for fourth, fifth, sixth and seventh year students. Participation, while not mandatory, is... Strongly recommended."
The threat rang clear in all ears, specially those who knew their parents couldn't protect them from Karakroff. And so the headmaster announced that the tournament would be in a miserable two days and dismissed the students.
Most if not all would have dinner in their own quarters, served by private house elves in the company of their friends. All gossiping and trying to figure out what made this year so different.
The first day of classes had been incredibly boring to Harrison. He had ordered Karakroff, who in turn ordered the teacher's, to ignore his presence until the tournament. His entrance would be a big one, specially since nobody knew the name of the new transfer student and he made a point to be polite but mysterious to any who asked.
Only two students caught Potter's attention, if only because they had the entire school's. A pair of sisters, one in his year and the other in the fifth. The daughters of the Prime Minister of Norway, Velvet and Rose.
Velvet was the younger sister. She had raven black hair that flowed in waves behind her head with a small curl on the side of her face. She was probably the most beautiful girl Harrison had ever seen. Flawless pale skin, light blue eyes and a growing but already almost perfect figure.
Rose was also breathtaking. She had short red hair combed around her slightly freckled face that clashed well with her big green eyes. She had a more slim body then her sister, with smaller breasts but a thinner waist.
One boy had chosen to follow Harrison despite not even knowing his name. Not for lack of asking, but the Overlord was calm when answering every single time "I really want to see the look on your face when my name is announced, on my first duel tomorrow." he explained again and again.
Harrison's new shadow, Edvard Nilsen, had told him about the sister with little prompting. The only thing they had in common was being in the top of their years, though rumour was Velvet would bat her eyelashes a few times and someone would do the work for her.
The only class where Velvet worked for herself was Dark Arts and she seemed to know of every curse, potion or ritual the teacher could mention. That happened to be the class where Rose did worse, not that she was bad at it. It just meant the older girl achieved 'Utmerket' (Excellent) instead of 'Perfeket' (Perfect) in it.
Edvard seemed to believe that it was because Rose didn't have it in herself to harm others, but another rumour was that she just wasn't good at it and would rather have other people do it for her.
The sisters also didn't seem to get along at all, what surprised Harrison was that most of the school was divided between the girls. It mattered to him, because this was the kind of political power that would help him in his goals. There was also the fact that the two of them were very easy on the eyes.
The young Overlord was brought back to reality when a severed hand was placed in front of him. Reminding himself that he was in the Dark Arts class, Harrison paid attention to what the teacher was saying.
"(You will only leave my classroom when you have succeed in casting the Blood Stopping Curse. The hand will bleed until you do, so try not to make a mess. I would be very displeased.)" the woman announced.
The Dark Arts professor was a short, skinny woman who had spent most of the class explaining her family tree instead of curses, that was also the reason why Harrison had allowed his mind to wonder. He even considered turning of his Translation Charm, but he would just have to set it up again after the class was over.
By waving his hand over the bleeding wrist, the Boy-Who-Lived cause the crimson liquid to stop flowing. The curse was obviously meant to destroy one of the enemy's members, but it was surprisingly, or perhaps not surprisingly mostly used in medicine.
Pleased with his work, the teen got up and nodded to the teacher once. When he turned back to the class he had everyone's attention. Choosing to lock eyes with Velvet, Harrison graced her with a cocky smirk and walked out.
The girl didn't think twice, she pointed her wand at her own target and pronounced clearly "Obturasangui.". The bleeding stopped, she gave the teacher a nod as well and ran out of the class. Barely remembering to grab her books.
When Velvet left the class, she could barely make out the end of Harrison's cloak, when he turned around a corner. She ran after him as fast as the dress robe she had to wear allowed. And had some trouble catching up to his long, fast and powerful strides.
She refused to yell or ask him to wait, so Velvet caught up with him and walked by his side.
"(That was a very impressive piece of Dark Magic.)" she commented, not looking at him.
There was silence for a moment, before the other teen answered clearly and calmly "(I disagree. It's a weak and easily revertible curse with little chance of killing a trained wizard.)"
Nodding to herself, Velvet spoke again "(Oh, I agree. It's just that you did it non-verbally. Takes quite a bit of intent to do that with a curse.)"
"(And did you? Speak?)" he asked, ignoring her silent compliment.
Glaring at the teen next to her, just a little, the girl answered "(I spoke, yes. I preferred to achieve it in one try then to risk making a fool of myself.)"
All Harrison did was nod, but there was something about the gesture that assured Velvet he was mocking her.
"(So... Will you be entering the duelling tournament?)" she asked, while wondering where she was following the other teen to. She also readied her wand inside it's holster, when she realised that they were walking towards the fourth year dorms.
Allowing another cocky smile, the young man answered "(Yes, it sounds like fun.)"
"(Well, I-)" the reason Velvet stopped talking was that her mouth was suddenly unable of closing. The guy, who's name she didn't even know, had just entered one of the rooms. No goodbye, excuse me or even waiting for her to stop talking.
First came surprise, then came disbelief and finally came anger. Oh, she would duel that prick tomorrow and she would make him regret ignoring her. She had graced him with her presence and that was how he answered? Didn't he know that every guy in this school would throw themselves in front of a curse just to talk to her? Who the hell did he think he was?!
The next day passed without issue, though Velvet spent her time glaring at Harrison on every class they had together. Edvard was sure that it was because the transfer student had done better then her in their first Dark Arts class and said transfer student was in no hurry to correct him.
Still, in the afternoon of that day, all students were summoned to the Duelling Room.
The Duelling Room was built alongside the rest of the school, in a time when it wasn't extremely rare for students to duel and kill each other. Most old magic schools had one, but Durmstrang was one of the few that still used theirs often. Not just for school events like this, it wasn't rare for a pure blood lord to tell his son to get rid of some rival family's heir, legally of course.
The event went surprisingly smoothly for something organised in two one day, but it did take a while.
The first match was between a seventh and a sixth year and it illustrated the rest of the tournament quite nicely. Darker then black curses being thrown around without care or concern until the sixth year student's arm was dried completely of blood and water, ending up a useless husk.
That's how it went, too serious and too dangerous matches for a school, with horrible results that were treated surprisingly fast by the school's medwizard team. Yes, a place like Durmstrang needed a whole team.
Until, of course, it was Harrison's match. It was the Duelling professor who announced it.
"(Next match will be: Henrik Poliakoff and... Harrison Potter?)"
That was enough for almost everyone's eyes to widen and all of the student body to break into whispering. The Potter's were a very old and very respected english family, but even more then that, there was only one Potter alive right know. One Harry, who did survive a Killing Curse.
There was, surprisingly enough, absolute silence when all eyes found the tall fourth year that entered the ring. There was quite a bit of shuffling from the crowd, since everyone was too surprised to make way for Poliakoff to join him.
When the seventh year made it to the arena, he didn't really know what to do. This match should be his, he was fighting a fourth year, duelling was one of his best classes and all that. Shame the fourth year was famous world wide for surviving the darkest curse imaginable, hell, Poliakoff had tried and failed quite miserably in casting the Avada Kedavra.
Still, the match began and both students found themselves in their element. One more then the other.
The older teen started things off with a Bone Breaking Curse and a Leg Looking Jinx, hidden by the bright purple light of the first spell. Harrison though, just sidestepped the curse and waved his right hand. The gauntlet released a dark orange shield, in front of his legs to block the jinx. The fourth year's eyes never left his opponent's.
By then, Poliakoff was in full throttle and had sent even more spells. A Disarming Charm, followed by two more Bone Breaking Curses and a Full Body-Bind Curse. Potter literally slapped the first spell away, before tilting his head to the side and lifting his left leg. Then, Harrison shot a bright white spell that drove through the Full Body-Bind Curse and blasted his opponents hand into pieces.
While the seventh year student fell down, crying in pain, and the medwizards moved to try and help the teen, the winner just left the stage. Harrison walked with his usual long and fast strides, calm and confident like if he had done this kind of thing before.
Velvet took steady and deep breaths while walking towards the duelling ring. Her opponent was the one she wanted to fight so much yesterday, and not at all today. Harrison Bloody Potter had ploughed through all his opponents with ease, like he knew everything they were about to do. She had an inkling on how he was doing that, and just hopped her Occlumency shields were good enough to stop him.
And that hope was made just a little bit stronger when they locked eyes, and Harrison's brow furrowed.
"Bombarda! Petrificus Totalus! Differum, Differun! Expelliarmus!" She chanted, with rhythm and confidence at first before she started to panic.
Using no words, Potter chose to match her spell for spell. Their Exploding Curses destroyed each other, the two Full Body-Binds disappeared on one another, her two Disintegration Curses were matched by two of the same kind and one Disarming Charm repelled the other.
After that, Velvet tried everything she knew. Entrail-Expelling, Leg-Locker, Reductor... When she tried Fiendfyre and Potter just vanished it, something that shouldn't be possible for a fourth year, the girl just wanted to cry. She was absolutely sure he was going to kill her for all the glares she sent him. And he was Harry Potter, in a legal duelling ring, so he could.
Not that she stopped, far from it, Velvet just cursed, transfigurated and charmed again and again. Until she caught sight of the smirk on Harrison's face. Not a mocking one, but a satisfied smile.
'(Merlin, Velvet! You are one of the best duellist I have ever met.)'
Harrison's voice in her head, cause the girl to hesitate for just on second. Then she found a bright red light flying towards her.
'(This was simply great, let's do it again.)' she heard, before finding simple darkness.
The Overlord went through the rest of his matches just as easily, though none of them were as fun as Velvet. There was something about her pride and how she threw herself into the match to keep it... That just... Spoke the Harrison.
Of course, he fought people a lot better then her in some of the rounds but they were never as fun to fight or to look at. So, their injuries were a lot uglier the Velvet's.
Still, now was the final match and his plan was almost complete. His gauntlet was feared more then the wand of any student in this school. Now he just had to make sure he was feared more then anyone else, including Karakroff.
Harrison was fighting now some seventh year. Good head on the boy's shoulder, with a fast and precise wand arm. Shame that he came from a minor pure blood family and was probably counting on impressing the headmaster enough that the man would protect him from retaliation for the injuries he caused. Shame his fate wouldn't bring much consequence to Harrison, or it might have changed.
The older teen, William Haugen, bowed just a little, like each and every student there, before beginning the duel.
William chose to start by conjuring a dozen black knifes, which he launched towards Harrison with a flick of his wand. The projectiles were caught and melted by a fast wave of Fiendfyre, that could do nothing to stop the curses that flew through it.
Clenching his fist, the Overlord covered it with his favourite dark orange shield and backhanded the first bright purple curse away. Dodging the other two spells with much more movement then he used so far, the young lord made eye contact and hammered the other man's Occlumency shields again.
When the seventh year winced, Harrison started casting. Two zaps of pure blue lighting, which the opponent had to almost fall down to dodge, and a small bright white ball of magic, that exploded against the floor in front of Haugen.
When the older teen recovered his balance, he met Potter's eyes again. There was no hammer this time. A massive battering ram crashed against William's weakening mind barrier and once inside, the Overlord did as much damage as he could.
The seventh year fell to his knees, clutching his head and grunting in pain, before lifting it and widening his eyes. The last thing William saw was a purple wave of magic. Before it cut straight through his neck.
There was absolute silence, since no one knew what to do. That was until Karakroff clapped, once, twice and then he spoke "Congratulation, Mr. Potter. On this victory, today."
All eyes ran from the speaker to the one spoken to, until the headmaster continued "This tournament has served it's purpose. I will chose the ones who performed best from all the duellists and they will accompany me to Hogwarts. Where one of them, will be chosen to represent the Durmstrang Institute in the Triwizard Tournament."
Poor William already forgotten, the students began talking amongst themselves. Who knew what about the tournament, who would go and that one final duel. Even the return of an age old tradition that was banned for being too dangerous wasn't enough to get Harrison Potter's name out of people's lips.
The next few days passed quickly, Edvard, who did simply horribly in the tournament, seemed ready to worship the ground Harrison walked on. Most of their classmates were filled with either fear, awe or both towards the champion. Velvet was also in his company more often then not.
If there was one thing that attracted the girl, it was definitely power and Harrison had that in spades. Her pride was easily forgotten when faced with the Overlord, not that she knew that yet, but she managed to hang on to part of it. Reminding herself of his compliments during the duel helped, and so did hanging on his arm where he would allow no other girl.
Still, weekend came and found Harrison in the school's library. Deep within the restricted section of the Durmstrang library, one could find things that would make even the Dark Arts professor uncomfortable. And it was there, that the Overlord found a book called "The Three Sins of the Wizard World"
The book, obviously, talked about the three Unforgivables. Their history, uses and, most importantly, the author did quite a bit of research and speculation about their time of creation and the process which brought them about.
It would be hours later, when Harrison finished reading relevant parts of the book, when he would notice that it was night outside the window. He got up from the table he was using and moved to put the book back. But while heading out of the library, his mind completely focused on what he learned, on his conclusions about the spells and the authors train of thought, a voice sounded.
"One might think you're a little obsessed."
Turning back, the young man found Velvet's sister, Rose, working on some parchment with half a dozen books opened around her. If the Boy-Who-Lived wasn't mistaken, she hadn't entered the tournament but being the Prime Minister's daughter guaranteed that there would be no retaliation.
Assuming, correctly, that she was talking to him, Harrison answered "I prefer... Focused."
Finally, the girl lifted her eyes from her essay and looked at him. Then she smirked and asked "So focused that you missed lunch and dinner?"
Instead of denying or countering what she said, Harrison asked "Have I missed dinner already? What time is it?"
"A quarter to eleven. And you have been here since eight? If I'm not mistaken?"
Tired of talking from across the room, the Overlord approached her and ran his eyes over her work "If you know that, aren't you just as... Focused as me?" he asked.
But Rose shook her head and countered "I, at least, left to eat."
"Why are you doing so much research about a Silencing Charm?"
Surprised by the sudden change of subject, the girl stared at Harrison for a moment, waiting for the his next comment in the 'Focus' subject. The answer never came, since the teen was too busy scanning her work. He didn't look impressed and that, somehow, pissed her off.
"I'm supposed to used it as base to create a spell that will allow me to talk, with only one person hearing." she explained making a point to look back at her work, not at the Boy-Who-Lived.
"Create your own Privacy Charm?" he asked, more himself the her, before turning to Rose "I seriously doubt that our Charms professor asked you to do that."
Frowning at the accusation, which happened to be right on the money, the girl answered, still not looking at him "It was my father. He takes a lot of interest in my education, since we can't expect Velvet to honour our family name."
'Proud just like Velvet, yet looking for reassurance from her father instead of the people around her.' Potter concluded, before looking at the hard working girl who had dismissed him by going back to her work "Silencio works by stopping the sound from leaving the targets throat, make it so the sound goes somewhere only one can hear." he told her.
When Rose computed what he said, she looked up only to see his back already halfway through the library again "I can criticize your work if you would like, just as long as you are willing to help me with some Runes. Truly not my favourite subject."
And so time past and days flew by, Harrison found his life at Durmstrang quite pleasant. Rose had a sharp and fast mind that was, unknowingly, furthering him into the path of creating the Imperious Rune. She couldn't help with the parts that involved the curse, with him not having told her about it, but he was more then ready to add any spell, he could break down to it's base, to rather large Rune system. All they had to figure out now was how to make is smaller, but there was plenty of time for that.
And while Rose helped the Overlord with his work, well, her sister kept him company when he was outside of the library. Velvet was more fun then any girl Harrison could remember spending time with.
Neither of them had been pleased when they learned of the time Potter spent with the other, but his complete disregard for their opinion when it didn't please him assured that they didn't complain. Both sister's pride seemed to demand his attention if only because they were almost royalty in Durmstrang and Harrison was powerful, intelligent, handsome and made sure to almost never give them praise.
It was almost like game, really. He would tell Velvet that she was probably the most beautiful in Durmstrang, tell Rose few could have worked out that spell. Potter would never give them first place, but the pair would always try to get it, then he would assure then they had to try just a little harder next time.
So, when Rose worked out the homework her father had sent her, she went searching for Harrison. The girl didn't even seem to notice that, unlike any other time, her first instinct wasn't reporting to her father. She simply wanted the praise from a more important man.
It took her less then a minute to get Harrison's shadow, the Nilsen boy, to tell her that her current target wasn't seen all day. "Probably slept in" the teen said and Rose left for the fourth year dorms.
She found the room with the plate written "Harrison James Potter" and knocked, then waited. After a while the girl chose to knock again and again. When she was just about to give up and look for the teen elsewhere, someone yelled from the other side of the door.
"Go away!" shouted a woman's voice, but that was only part of the problem. The other part was that the voice was Velvet's.
A simple Unlocking Charm and any other spells she tried proved worthless when faced with a Durmstrang door. A school were assassinations weren't always rare needed this kind of thing. Since the door wouldn't budge, Rose had to take another route.
She banged on the door as hard as she could and shouted "Velvet! Open the damn door! NOW!"
There was some shuffling heard from inside the room and, eventually, the door did open and there was her little sister. Her hair completely messed up, lipstick smeared and her clothes ruffled completely. Looking inside the room, Rose saw exactly what she was fearing. Harrison was laying on his bed, with his arms behind his head and Velvet's lipstick on his neck and face.
"What the hell do you think you are doing, Velvet?" the older girl demanded, snarling angrily.
With an infuriating smirk, the other one answered "Just spending sometime with my Harrison, dear sister." although her first words had been carefree, there was plenty of venom on the last two.
"Your Harrison!? He's not yours! How dare you!" Rose shouted, quite loudly, probably loud enough that they would have an audience in a few moments.
The little sister rolled her eyes quickly, before asking, her voice dripping with contempt "Yeah, yeah, now what are you doing here?"
Brought back to her achievement, Rose smiled smugly before turning to the young man that was watching the show "I came here to tell you, Harrison, that I worked out the Privacy Charm. We just needed to change the flick of the wand a few degrees to the right and end the casting with-"
"Who cares?" interrupted Velvet, angrily "So you did your homework, good girl!" she mocked, and would have said more, but Potter chose that moment to speak.
"Well done, Rose! There are graduates here that would never figure that out!" he congratulated with a satisfied half smile.
It was enough for the girl blush and she chose not to dell on the fact that he implied that there were graduates here who could do what she did. Velvet wasn't nearly as pleased with her sisters success, especially since it interrupted her time with the Boy-Who-Lived.
Glaring at her sister, the younger girl spoke again "Fine, congratulations. Now are you done? Can you leave us alone?"
"Actually..." Rose began, looking at Harrison and ignoring Velvet completely "I want to celebrate the fact that I finished my work, care to join me?"
"He's busy!" Velvet hissed without missing a beat.
Though her sister raised an eyebrow and asked "Who are you to decide that?" before narrowing her eyes.
Before their argument over him descended into insults, though it would certainly please Harrison's ego, the young man laying on his bed saw fit to stop them. Enough people, attracted by Rose's shout, had seen Durmstrang's two best girls arguing over him.
"Girls, that's enough." he said, calmly but strongly. Never to be denied "I've been trying to chose which one of you I would show this, but I just can't." he lied easily locking eyes with each of them in turn "Follow me, there's something you really need to see."
Completely confused, and slightly surprised with how easily the Potter ignored their argument, the sisters followed him. The young man lead them outside, ignoring the stares their little walk was causing. It was a rare day when Velvet and Rose were together without throwing curses. Velvet's make up and hair were already fixed by a few flicks of her wand, while the Boy-Who-Lived had just cleaned up the lipstick marks on his skin.
The trio ended up outside, luckily the September air wasn't enough to chill them despite their clothes, at least during the day. Harrison finally stopped just behind the castle that was Durmstrang, right in front of a strange rock formation.
It looked like a circle that was carved in stone, with some blue light shining around it. Oddly enough, it felt like magic surrounded it, but only after they approached.
"What is that?" asked Rose, curious and cautious.
Not bothering to turn back, Harrison answered over his shoulder "It's called a Tower Gate. I ask that you follow me and step on it." he explained before doing so and disappearing in a flash of blue light.
More surprised then scared, the sister's eyes met, before Velvet decided to show Harrison she trusted him more then her sister did.
"See you on the other side, dear sister." she said, no longer looking at the girl.
Both Velvet and Rose fell on their asses when the portal ride was over. Looking around them, the sisters were completely dumbfounded. Even if they lived in a world of magic since the day they were born, neither thought a place like this could even exist.
They were probably in hell. A very impressive hell sure, but the river of lave they could see beneath the construction left little other possibilities. They were even more surprised when they found dozens of house elves? Some armed and others with different colours, but neither had ever seen a creature like that.
"What are those?" Velvet asked her sister, their rivalry forgotten in their shock.
The question was answered by Harrison's voice "Those are Minions. They are my servants and they live here, in the Netherworld."
Both girls looked to the end of the room, seeing the teen they had followed sitting on a throne. The Boy-Who-Lived was dressed in full battle armour and wore an elegant silver crown that made Velvet's eyes sparkle.
"Minions? Netherworld?" Rose asked quietly, but in the silent room, despite all the little creatures, she was still heard clearly.
Smirking proudly, Harrison gave her his full attention "Yes, do you know what that means, my Rose?" he asked sounding satisfied.
"I-I heard legends. Of... Of one man, more powerful then what should be possible. One... Overlord?" she asked, surprised, impressed and nervous all at once.
Velvet however was completely lost "What's an Overlord, Rose? Harrison?" she asked looking between the two.
The man sited on the throne gestured for Rose to speak, and she did "It's said that while there are many Dark Lords, there is only one true Overlord in the world. There were... Rumours that the last one was-"
"Tom Marvolo Riddle." she was interrupted by Harrison "Though you know him as Lord Voldemort." there was no flinching after the name, while he was feared and respected by most wizards and witches only Britain treated the man like the devil himself "He was the last Overlord, so when he died after his greatest failure the Minions were forced to look for another master."
The calm that he talked with along with the powerful inflexion on his voice, was perfect to enthral the sisters to his story "They chose and quickly kidnapped me when I was but a child, almost two years old. Many Minions were lost that day, at the end Albus Dumbledore's wand but they maintain that it was worth it." he explained "I was raised here, in the Netherworld, by my servants. I learned about power and how to use. But a few years ago, I grew tired of this confinement and chose to venture in the world outside."
"I was displeased when I learned that out there, I had to follow rules like everyone else." Harrison shrugged, as if talking about the weather "Growing up with creatures that would kill themselves should simply ask, made a very selfish man. So I have decided that I will have what I want, when I want and I refuse to be denied." he spoke with a wisdom that suggested that he knew how ridiculous it sounded but simply didn't care "I have a plan to achieve that, and the first step is making a hell of a return to the wizard's world."
Smiling at his captivated audience, the Overlord continued with his prepared but spontaneous looking speech "I chose the Triwizard Tournament, lowered the minimum age from seventeen to fourteen and made sure I would be Durmstrang's champion." he smiled a little, when the sisters understood just why he had entered their school "I was planning on gathering some... Followers in the my time here, but I found something much better. I found the two most beautiful, sharpest and well-polished diamonds I could imagine."
The passion in the young man's eyes, along with the greatest compliment he had ever given them, was enough to not only have the sisters blushing but making them swell with pride and fell just a little hot and bothered in their lower regions.
"I want you." he said, looking Rose in the eyes, before getting up and walking down until the last step in front of his throne and looking at Velvet "And I want you." he told her, before offering both his hands to the sisters and waiting for them to take them.
For Velvet, it was an easy choice. Harrison was handsome, famous, powerful, rich and, apparently, a being of legends. She was absolutely sure he would have the world one day, and she would be there by his side. She walked forward confidently and took his offered hand, the one with the gauntlet. Then suddenly, and quite surprisingly, she was pulled against the young man's chest and he kissed her with a passion that Velvet had never felt before. It was a matter of moments before the girl melted into him. Her tongue barely put up a fight before allowing the Overlord's entrance and control.
Seeing her sister make her choice, made Rose think just a little more. She didn't want to be like Velvet, swayed by the slightest breeze. But the fact was that Harrison was simply perfect, the older girl couldn't help but think that it was an act, but it was an act that she enjoyed very much. And besides, didn't she act like the perfect little girl for her father? She was far from it and her next choice would prove it. The Overlord was not just a little breeze that tipped Velvet, he was a hurricane that wouldn't be denied. Rose knew she was already Harrison's, the question was whether she would reap the benefits of that fact or not. Benefits like that kiss.
The older sister followed the youngest lead and took the Overlord's other hand, before receiving the same welcome. Somehow, while being held against his chest and kissed for all she was worth, Rose couldn't bring herself to care that he had given her sister the same treatment.
Neither girl questioned why they were so sure that Harrison would succeed.