Harry Potter: The Overlord
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Chapter 3:
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With the farmhouse bathed in the blood of filthy halflings, and smelling of the filthy little buggers, Harry and the minions continued onward towards the location of the Tower Heart. Stopping only to steal the gold and weapons from the bodies of the three halflings and telling the girl that she would be sent for later to be brought to the tower.
The sun-baked father never suspected a thing and thanked him for ridding him of the Halflings... and most of his pumpkins, muttering to himself that he'd plant Merrows instead, as they didn't talk as much.
Continuing down the road with the three minions, who now had a short halfling sword in their hands, which actually could be called a dagger to a normal human, Harry followed until he came to a large drawbridge that was raised so that he couldn't cross. But he didn't need to do that way yet so he ignored it and continued to follow Gnarl.
But his path was soon cut short by slightly taller Halflings which Gnarl said were Halfling swordsmen, who were easy to pick out due to their slightly larger size, the few bits of soft leather armor they wore, and their swords.
"I'm starting to despise these little cretin," Harry said underneath his helmet as he glared at the little men.
Gnarl nodded, "Welcome to the club sire, halflings are like roaches and most of the world will share your hatred."
One of the sword wielding halflings charged, only to be cleaved down the middle by Harry's ax like it was nothing before the three dagger armed browns rushed the last two, killing them and stealing their things after word.
Harry paused as he saw them drop the small blades in favor of the larger ones, "Hey, pick those up, any weapons or armor found are going to the tower armory," he snapped making the minions scramble to pick up the discarded weapons. The only reason he hadn't said anything about the wooden clubs was because that was the standard brown minion weapon that they got upon leaving the minion gate.
While the battle was fought, Gnarl had been looking around and had spotted the object that they had been looking for, "Sire, not to interrupt but the Tower Heart is over there in that pumpkin patch... Little fools, they must've used it to grow pumpkins, they have no idea of the real power it contains."
"Clear those pumpkins," Harry ordered his minions, making them cheer as they ran into the patch of overgrown pumpkins, slashing, hacking, and slashing every pumpkin around.
With the Tower Heart free of the vines, Harry pushed passed the 'Ahh'ing minions who were mystified by the Hearts beauty before walking up to it and rubbing his hand along its sides.
The Tower Heart was a huge crystal ball that glowed with pure dark magic, which, con trey to popular belief, isn't black, red, purple, or any other color that may suggest 'Evil'. It was bluer than the sky itself and radiated it's magic.
Gnarl watched in awe as the Tower Heart pulsed at Harry's touch, readily accepting him as it's second true master, just as it had the first Overlord.
"Ooh," one of the minions exclaimed as he reached out to touch the Heart with his claw.
"Touch it and die," the raven haired Overlord hissed, his eyes pulsing in tune with the heart.
"Sire, they must in order to carry it back to... the... tower... gate?" the minion master slowed, watching as the blue aura of the Heart expanded and engulfed them before blinding them in a white flash.
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Back in the Dark Tower, the minions working to restore the throne room were blinded by a sudden flash and were shocked to see the Overlord and Gnarl along with the three minions standing next to the Tower Portal with the Tower Heart.
Gnarl's clawed hands rubbed at his eyes before the spots cleared. "Oh my!" he exclaimed as he took in his surroundings, "Never before has the Tower Heart caused a mass transportation without the use of a Gate!"
Harry levitated the Heart above the gate, where he knew that it would be sent to its rightful place, "My ancestor was a great mage in his own right, but over the years new spells and magics were created and discovered in his absence, the Tower Heart mearly used one of them from my own memories to use."
"Amazing sire!"
Once the Tower Heart was fully submerged, they all felt the tower hum with magic once it was connected with the Tower Heart, sending a large, dark beam of magic into the sky to signal that there the Overlord had returned once more.
Harry once again began to glow with magic and held his arms out, feeling the magic of the tower itself pick him up off the ground. The glowing of his eyes increased until they were bright green rays of light followed by his mouth as he opened it in a silent roar.
Fearing that another surge of magic was about to happen, Gnarl and the other browns took cover only to be relived as it soon died down, lowering Harry back to his feet where they watched in awe as magic seemed to jump across his arms like small bolts of lightning.
Harry started chuckling, charging the magic through his arm and thrusting it out, sending a large spray of lightning out at a pile of rubble that had yet to be removed and sending it flying across the Tower Gate and out into the forest far below.
He then turned to the jester, who had insulted him not long after awaking and doing the same once again.
Unlike the lighting blast, this was different, a long chain of magic struck the Jester and began filling him with his evil, which caused him to fall to the floor, screaming and kicking about before Harry stopped.
The Tower Heart had taken his memories, mostly the spells he knew and did what it could to make new ones for it's master. The first, which would be known as the Lightning Whip, was a mix between the knock back jinx, a blasting curse, and a shock jinx from what he could figure out.
The second was a special one, named simply as the 'Evil Presence' spell, a deadly mix of all three unforgivables. When blasted by the spell, it caused unimaginable pain, but when held under it for a few moments it makes the target a loyal slave. Finally, if the target is held under the spell for long enough, they die, reduced to ash and lifeforce.
Looking at the trembling Jester, who was already a loyal minion, Harry strolled passed the awestruck minions and slowly sat on his broken throne, leaning back and looking every bit of evil Overlord that he was.
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But sadly, even with Harry being the rightful heir to the title of Overlord, he still needed tower objects. But luckily for him, the Tower Heart had given him not only a Minion Totem, an artifact that increased his power to be able to summon more minions outside of the tower, but the Fireball spell stone as well.
So, after a day of rest and playing around with his new spells, Gnarl informed him that the minions would need a crane to clear out the debris, and seeing as the Jester was now covered in burns and soot, Harry got off his throne, gathered his battleaxe and helmet, then teleported through the portal to the Mellow hills in search of a crane.
Arriving on the gate, Harry summoned as many minions as he could from the minion gate just in time for Gnarls voice to pop up in his helmet.
"Testing, testing, one two. Is this thing working?" Gnarl yelled over the link, making Harry cringe at the loudness that nearly made his ears ring. "Ehh, it's a bit grubby..."
"Can you hear me Master?" Gnarl called after a moment, "Oh... there you are!. Sire I'm watching your through the portal, sadly my age is catching up with me and I am unable to go with you, I'll just stay here and watch."
Harry looked around while he listened to the minion master talk and noticed that the sheep from the day before were back, jumping around like nothing had happened.
"Ah yes, I'm sure you notice that those mindless wool balls are back, they are rather frisky you see they move in from other areas and repopulate the area in a matter a hours. So come back and harvest lifeforce whenever you run low."
"Once the Tower is up, I'm sure that the outlying area could be used to keep them, we could breed them and harvest them for their meat, lifeforce, and wool." Harry stated as he headed towards the village of Spree, which was easily to find as they had built a large wooden fence made of tree trunks that were sharpened at the top and buried in the ground, making it look like a fort.
Upon reaching the gates, Harry heard one of the guards, which was only a peasant, yell out, "Halflings approaching! Get ready!"
Another stood beside him holding a pitchfork, "Hang on! Those aint Halflings! Look at the one with the helmet!"
"Hmmm, could be two halflings holding up some armor. Yeah, I bet that's it! I don't trust those sneaky little wossnames."
Looking up at the two, Harry called out, "Call me a halfling again and I'll shove my foot up your ass,"
The one who seemed to be a little more trusting hummed, "Well, prove that your not and free our people from the camps down the road."
Harry thought about it, for a minute, deciding between raiding the camp or blasting the doors down.
"Sire," Gnarl called through the link, "Spree wouldn't have a crane, but I bet there's one at the halfling slave camp,"
"Fine," he replied before turning and going as directed, only to come up to a group of five halflings roaming around in a patch of dead wheat and grass.
With a dark smirk, Harry threw a fireball at it and before they knew what was happening, they were surrounded by fire and let out wales of pain as they burned to death.
They had a few gold coins but nothing important so Harry and the minions continued down the road before reaching the first camp where the villagers were guarded by halfling swordsmen and stone throwers. (halflings that threw rocks)
They were easily crushed under a fast attack and the villagers were released from their cages and sent away, back to Spree where they were to tell those fools just who saved them.
Continuing down the path, Harry continued slaying halflings left and right as they neared as his minions were ordered to attack those who hid up on raised platforms to throw rocks. He found various wooden crates holding slightly better weapons and had the minions place the discarded ones into the now empty crates before sending them to a Tower Gate.
He also found a few treasure chests behind locked gates and took all the gold he found there. Using magic to send it back to the Dark Tower like he did with the lifeforce where it would be stored in a designated room.
Finally, he reached a large open clearing and found the rest of the enslaved villagers, but unlike the others, they were guarded by a large flabby troll that easily weighed five times as much as he did.
Drawing as much magic as he could, he held out his palm towards the troll as it lumbered towards him and hit it in the face with a lightning whip attack, sending it onto its back where the minions charged in to finish it off be stabbing it repeatedly while jumping up and down on its fat.
Having the minions turn a few cranks in the ground opened a large gate and freed the other slaves, to which they cheered him and gave him the crane that they had been using, which had also belonged to the Overlord at one time before it had been stolen.
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A day later, Harry walked down the hall of his throne room and towards his tower, watching at the minions worked tirelessly to repair the damage and made great time. Although, the sounds of breaking wood and falling minions filled the air every now and then.
As he did everyday, Gnarl met him at the base of his throne. "Now we have the Crane, we can now start to rebuild your Tower sire," he stated as Harry sat down.
"As per your orders sire, we have opened up the dungeons and your living quarters, we also added that gold from your magic chest to the vault and I believe you'll be happy to hear that it's close to spilling over."
"Yes yes, but these halflings must be dealt with before we do anything else, Spree is my town and no one enslaves them but me." Harry snarled, making his tower rumble in agreeance. "Gnarl, prepare the minions, today Melvin Underbelly dies."
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Back in Harry's birthworld, Dumbledore was stark raving mad. After killing that blasted Potter and forging all those papers that should've given him control over all of Harry's money and possessions, he found out that the brat had removed all of his money, heirlooms, and other priceless objects from the bank. Even with him hounding the ministry to have it found couldn't help.
The Potter vaults had taken a lot of work to access and in one fell swoop that little brat ruined it all, cutting him off from the massive funds and somehow alerting the bank that he had been stealing the money.
He had been so excited after killing him and could see the headlines proclaiming him as savior of the wizarding world, but while he got the title, Gringotts sent official records of how he had been stealing and breaking laws to every major magical newspaper in the world, making him the scorn of over half the world as well as the laughing stock as they learned that they took it all back.
Without the Potter funds, he still had enough to live in the lap of luxury till his death... or so he thought, he got his bank statement and nearly had a heart attack when he saw that he was as poor as the Weasley family, then a few days later he got official letters from charities all over the world thanking him for his donations. Even Madame Bones had put aside her dislike of him to saw thanks for donating over 500,000 gallons to her department, turning and calling him a worthless thief before leaving.
To make matters even worse, he had to deal with the nagging Weasley boy now, demanding to have his 'hard-earned' money returned.
He could already feel an ulcer forming in his gut from the stress but the number one thing that was annoying him now was that he had no money to buy lemon drops.
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Sitting on his throne, Harry listened as Gnarl gave him an status report of the Tower before he left to finish off Underbelly. After returning to the Tower from the camps, he had returned that night to oversee the minions as they salvaged everything from the camps, taking pickaxes and shovels from the ground that the slaves had been using, dismantling the gates made of shaped logs to be used at the tower, and even raiding a few of the closest homes and taking everything made of wood apart to be used as lumber.
So nearly all the minions were now working twice as effectively, breaking the large chunks with the pickaxes and shoveling them onto the crane to be moved.
All the wood was being put to good use to, most was being used as ladders and scaffolding but there were a few pieces that were good enough to be used to made something out of... although, it was only enough to make a footstool, which Harry had given to Gnarl.
Also, they wouldn't be running out gold anytime soon, from what he knew before being sent here, he had well over ten million gallons not to mention the amount of silver and copper. To look good and evil, they had piled it up high with various diamonds and stones littered about while storing most of it back in the chest so it wouldn't spill out in the halls.
Spree was also coming along, with the freed villagers returning they quickly agreed to serve him, if only so that he would protect them from the halflings. And it wasn't like their former Lord could protest, being dead and all.
They had until the end of the week before he expected them to pay for his protection, either in gold or in something of equal value or else he would storm the village and show them the error of their ways.
"Sire, your minions are ready," Gnarl said as he finished the report. "Ah their black little hearts are beating in anticipation."
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Marching through the village of Spree like a small invasion force, the dark aura that Harry unleashed as the ten browns followed him terrified the town who had never seen their new ruler in person. The streets of the small town cleared, women ushering their children inside their homes and peeking out their windows, men locking the doors or hiding inside buildings.
Harry had no doubt that even the stupidest of villagers here wouldn't be brave enough to resist his rule now. He also had a smaller Tower Gate made near the center of town, right next to the pub they had as well as a minion gate.
As they reached the next gate leaving town, the minions rushed to open it for him before continuing with him outside, only for the guards to quickly close it as a small group of halflings ran out of the wheat fields to attack.
Three were cut down in a flash and the fourth had fallen to the ground when one of it's dead comrades fell into him.
Looking down with a dark expression as the thing tried to move it's equally fat friend off of him, Harry raised his armored foot and crushed it's fat little body, popping its guts out onto the road and crushing its ribs.
Gnarl gave him directions on the way and in no time, he stopped upon a hill overlooking a Halfling village. There were many halflings there gorging themselves on the food stolen from Spree and women there being forced to cater to them.
"Ah... looks like their having a party sire," Gnarl said as he say the picture through the portal.
Harry nodded, "Yeah, I should hurry, wouldn't want to miss it,"
If nothing else he had to agree with their tastes in women. They were all young and looked great despite being a bit underfed and dirty, forced to carry large pitchers of ale which sometimes spilt on them, soaking their torn and dirty clothing.
There were three normal halfling houses built into the hills and there was a huge tree in the center of the yard they shared with a massive mansion-like home, it's round front door being taller and wider than Harry himself.
Harry really didn't know much about Underbelly, only that he was a gluttonous halfling that was organizing the other halflings and stealing Sprees food. But seeing that door put some things in perspective, he wasn't your normal sized halfling.
Moving towards the gate that led into the halfling village, a large object wobbled into Harry's view and he saw just how big his target was.
Trolls were thinner than that tub of lard, Melvin Underbelly was huge! Heroes white shirt was covered in food and sweat stains, it also seemed to be sewn together from hundreds of other shirts. Over that he had on a over shirt made of fine red velvet that only covered half of his back and the sides of his massive man boobs. And over that was a royal green coat with white fur on the bottom with black spots all over it, that barely covered a forth of his back. Finally he wore pants made out of enough cotton to dress fifty minions.
Around his nonexistent neck was a gold necklace and atop his fat head was a blemished gold crown. He seemed unarmed but the golden two pronged fork he held looked like it could cause some damage.
Reaching the gate, he blasted it down, making the halfling fiddle player stop while the other dancing halflings looked over in surprise.
Melvin turned and gave a loud roar/gurgle at him before turning and trying to run towards his home.
"Looks like Melvin is making a run for it... well a waddle for it," Gnarl mused as the minions charged in, only for the fiddle player to start back as the halflings scrambled to get their weapons.
Harry walked in and glared at the minions as they started dancing.
"Your minions seem bewitched..." Gnarl said, his tone getting lighter and wistful, "It does have a haunting beauty to it..."
The halflings started charging towards the dancing minions.
"Perhaps we should stay a while... revel in the melody... Oh... my feet master! I can't stop them... Oh, I'm dancing, I'm actually dancing. Quick do something sire!" Gnarl cried out.
Running over, the fiddle and the fiddler were cut in two, releasing the minions and Gnarl from their trance just in time for them to fight off the attacking halflings.
"So often the great die before their time. Oh well, his music will live on in our hearts!" Gnarl said as he stopped dancing.
Killing the halflings, Harry noticed that Melvin had made it back into his home and locked the door, but nothing his trusty blasting curse couldn't fix.
They charged through the maze of rooms, killing halflings left and right while freeing slaves that were being forced to serve food. At least a hundred were slaughtered and no minions were lost. Harry thinned any large groups down with magic and mowed the rest down with his minions.
He even found a minion totem inside a large pumpkin, increasing his horde size to 15.
Finally, he reached a large round room and found Melvin eating a whole roasted pig.
Melvin cried out in anger and started rolling around, building up speed before racing towards Harry, he and the minions moved just in time. Melvin slammed into the wall and was soon gurgling in pain as Harry hit him with his evil presence spell.
The fat on Melvin seemed to bubble and bulge until finally, he exploded in a spray of guts and gore.
A minion ran up, taking the golden fork and small crown off the ground and wore them with pride, ignoring the blood and melted fat that oozed onto it's head.
In the next room he found a group of villagers trying to move a large pile of food. They said that it was the stolen food from Spree and that they would be grateful if he allowed them to return it.
Harry waved them off, knowing full well that if they didn't pay him that he would just take it back, leaving them to starve and suffer as punishment.
Upon further inspection, Harry found captive red minions, used to power the ovens in Melvin's kitchen. Freeing them was a simple matter of using an unlocking charm on the lock and a levitation charm to raise the small metal gate.
The reds, excited to see their master, eagerly led him to their hive and helped carry it through the ransacked halls until they found the closest Tower Gate and sent it back to the Tower.
They also found a large sack of gold and numerous weapons laying around, mostly in rooms meant for the halflings to sleep in all together in bunks carved into the wall. Aside from that they also stole quite a few statues that Gnarl pointed out, saying that they were stolen from the tower after these heroes killed the last Overlord.
Harry noticed a distinct lack of female and children halflings around but saw that there were some there at one point, as small toys and females clothing that would only fit a halfling were thrown about. But he ignored it, continuing his plundering and stealing everything he could before leaving.
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Hours after the Overlord had left, women and children crawled out of their hiding places and started looking around. Crying as they found dead fathers, husbands, and brothers all over the place. Wailing loudly in grief as their lives were ruined and they were left in poverty, they tried to search for anything of value but nothing significant was left. Some found stray pieces of gold but not enough to buy a piece of bread with, others found small weapons but the best it could do was poke at something. Their lives were ruined, all for going against the Overlord.
To be continued...
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