The Third:

Daughter! And Thrans Disclaimer! You forgot it again!

'Witch':

Do I know you? And more Importantly what my name! Do I have one?

Eve:

I'll ask Harry to come up with one for you.

Thrans:

More Importantly did you guys fill in my poll?

The Third:

Stop pestering us Thrans

*Event!* Thrans is now tied up and gagged

Hermione:

Eve there you are! I was hoping to catch you I'm just going to nip to the toilet before the Halloween feast.

Thrans:

Muhh! Muhh!

Eve:

See you Mione!

Thrans:

Muhh! Muhh! Muhhhhhh!

And so our tale contained, with the crazy fanfiction writer being totally ignored, but not forgetting this time to say...

I, in no way own, own, claim to speak for or represent any character or persons involved in this story. And any description, likeness or portrayal of people, persons or events in no way is meant to show the views, opinions or actions of said people, persons or events.

Except Thrans, he all me, well at least a third of me but totally me.

Chapter 4

"Three Overlord Gauntlets!"

"Gnarl, you're plotting..." Harry not turning from his work

Controlling a little jump of shock, the old minion was unable to keep a tremor from his voice. "Y-Yes my lord, Just coming up with a new campaign to wipe out those squishy gnomes " Hearing his new master grunt in disinterest, Gnarl once again agreed with his belief that perhaps he had been a little too hasty in picking this new Overlord over the past's daughter.

Already things in the tower were changing, and Gnarl's advice was minimal, stone for new minion totems was being carved out, the old ones left abandoned, mind control gauntlets were to be given to the two young girls who had come with the master. 'Generals' they had been called.

Actually what bugged him most was the earlier Overlord's daughter. After Harry and his new army had arrived back at the tower, he had heard the explanation of the two potential new Overlords: One trained for the role but not born, the other born for the role but not trained. In the end he went with what he knew, a male Overlord would mean fewer changes to the operation of the tower.

But then the new Overlord had let the girl live! She was a direct threat to the legitimacy of the Dark Throne.

In hindsight, it protected the new Overlord. A direct line to the last Overlord could be traced back with the chance of a future mistress contract. Which, in turn; would secure any old allies to the Dark Throne. It was subtle, cunning, even civil and fell into one of the new Overlord's saying 'Now and again, declare peace, it confuses the hell out of you enemies'.

"But still.." Gnarl muttered to himself before catching himself and continuing in his mind 'this Overlord would be bringing many changes to the tower. He'd only killed one thing so far, and that was that traitor of a Jester. Though his replacement Quaver seemed to have gained favour with the.. sort of mistresses.'

Harry 3rd P.P.O.V.

"Gnarl, who knows the most about metal working." Harry said to the small yet powerful minion hovering in the corner.

"That would be Giblet Sir, he has a great love of bashing things. Although without the darling little red minions to heat the metal he is limited in the bashing. Oh I remember the days when you could hear the hammering of the forge and the gleeful cackling of the reds as they set things alight."

Rolling his eyes at Gnarl's prattling, which would inevitably lead to yet another veiled order to go out and kill stuff. Harry decided to cut him off and take a dig at the old minion. "I am well aware of you falling to keep the minion hives together Gnarl, now fetch this Giblet... and Grubby while you're at it I have work for them."

"Yes, Overlord."

Turning back to the dry rolls of parchment in front of him, Harry continued to write out long planned expansions and improvements to the tower. His first acts, had been to order stone cut from the rock-face to provide materials for the new minion totems he would carve. One of the first things he had been taught by the Third Overlord.

Hearing someone open the door, he watched as two women entered. His mind replaying their official introduction, after Gnarl had finished declaring him the new Overlord.

-Flashback-

"Well girls, seems that's decided" Harry said turning to his mentor's daughter and her friend "Now, names? Your father and I never found out if you had taken one, and your mother... let's just say she was a bit of a disappointment."

"I'm Kelda" The pretty red-headed friend spoke, as the daughter just shrugged. "Never had one"

Letting out a small puff of air Harry's face twisted in thought "Lets come up with one then? Tell me about yourself, likes, dislikes, skill.. then will come up with a name from there"

It soon became clear over the course of the conversation that five things stood out about her personality and past. Her gift of magic, shy beauty, isolation by others, a selective mean streak a mile wide and a fierce independence, and despite the fact Harry felt he might be tempting fate he finally settled on a name.

"Lilith" He said the newly named girl looking at him, her eyes sparkling with interest. "It can be shorted to Lil, which is incidentally very close to my mother's name. Lilith was a very powerful figure in legend, the first woman God created. Yet, she refused to obey God's will, demanding equality to the first man Adam. She was said to have mystical powers and unusual beauty. There are other legends but they are more bias."

"Lilith" said the blue skinned girl as if testing it on her tongue. With a sharp nod and a small smile, she accepted, Kelda's own smile of joy for her friend faltering after a second. "What happens to us now?" The Nordberg lass said with a hint of worry.

"Well, if you accept I do have a job for you.. It's a little earlier than I had planned but I'm in need of.. Generals is the best word for it. If you agree, you'll be agent of my will, my eyes, ears, hands and mouths in other lands, commanding my armies and conducting missions for me."

"Not Mistresses?" Kelda blurted out in confusion, Lilith blushing at her friends words.

Stumped he looked at the girl open mouthed, he started for a response before cutting himself off. Eventually a satisfactory response that Eve would not have hit him for came to mind "If a General wished, they could later seek promotion. Gnarl take them to the Armoury and let them find gear, I'll get the gauntlets ready." and with that he turned and beat a hasty retreat leaving a stunned minion leader and a pair of blushing girls.

Harry 3rd P.P.O.V.

Pulling himself from his memories he tore his wandering eyes from Kelda's leather clad body, only to fall into the trap of Lilith's softly glowing yellow eyes. Shuddering slightly, he turned to the table that their 'gauntlets' laid on.

Surprisingly, it was very easy to create lesser subservient crystals for minion control. A simple act of willing the gauntlet to produce the new stone and the equal to five sentient's life-force, brought the smaller stone into being. After some thought, he had decided that chokers would be the better choice of mountings, allowing the wielder voice to control the minions more effectively.

"Will these let us control the minions, master?"

"Harry, not master." Harry automatically said, only then noticing how close the pair had gotten. His own cheeks catching the light blush the girls were already wearing.

"Will you put it on us?" Lilith said, her quiet voice seeming to whisper into his ear.

Nodding Harry slipped the ends of the 'gauntlet' round Kelda's neck, a small burst of magic fusing the silken, steely strong cloth into a near unbreakable dark black choker. Watching as the red-head gently touched the crystal resting on her throat, Harry turned and picked up the other one.

Turning back, his green eyes locked with the yellow. Lilith's body feeling almost pressed up against his despite his thick black armour, her polished steel full plate gear. He was reminded of the medieval nights of legend, her bulky mace hanging from her belt. With a bit of training and some better gear, she would be a juggernaut on the battle field similar to the castle piece in chess.

"My Rook" he whispered inaudibly, almost shocked at the declaration. Never before had anyone but his sister received such a title from him and yet he had given her one. Shaking it off, he spotted a slight look of confusion in her eyes; her mouth moving slightly to repeat his half whispered phrase.

Lilith 1st P.P.O.V.

His Rook, it seemed strange to her. Almost as strange as her new name. Yes, Lilith the Rook of Overlord Harry. Perhaps she was reading too much into it she thought, as his fingers brushed against her neck to place the new symbol of her office. It was unnerving, yet comforting how attached to him she already was.

Still, she would be his castle she thought. As the circle of cloth sealed her neck, declaring her as the Overlord's, and...

'...I can always be his rook till promotion." she involuntary whispered into his ear blushing heavily as he began to pull away.

Harry 1st P.P.O.V.

His mind was reeling, 'Had she really said that? Did she mean it..' he hadn't planned on having a mistress so soon. The plan was simple, get the minions back together. Rebuild the tower heart, get back to Eve, then find the Third's child. 'Wait the Third! He'd kill me ..no wait he's dead.. but he might come back.. Why are we even this obsessed with girl at the moment! Wait, the curse! That must be it'

During the rain of the second Overlord, a powerful light Witch had cast a curse on the Overlord's gem. Hoping to distract the Lord of the Dark Throne. Any who wore the gem, would be far more prone to lust. Thus, the role of mistress was truly born, funny how said Witch had ended up as one...

"Sir, I've brought Giblet and Grubby with me like you asked."

Harry 3rd P.P.O.V.

Both of them quickly stepped back at Gnarl's entry, as they remembered others were in the room. Harry pushing it to the back of his mind till he could speak to Eve, Lilith trying to hide her blush and wondering how to get promoted.

"Yes, yes thank you Gnarl" Harry said grabbing a couple of sheets of parchment and checking the titles "Would you next take Lilith and Kelda down to tunnels? I've a mission for each of them, train them on the way, they're reconnaissance missions so... not too hard, but needed."

Turning to Kelda, he handed over the roll of parchment with her instructions on. "If you do find the item written about in here. Don't forget, not to touch it directly and don't let the goo touch you either. I only need a fragment." Seeing her nod and stick the paper into her brown leather chest gear Harry added. "If you also get a chance to find some high ground, keep an eye out for other human settlements the maps in the Netherworld are very vague"

"Lilith you're to go stealth, keep an eye out for Legionaries. I just want to know what's happening around Nordberg. Gnarl reports a light magic sanctuary is somewhere in the area, don't engage for now, but defend yourself."

"Yes Si-, Yes Harry." She whispered, following Gnarl and Kelda out of the room.

"By all that's unholy" Harry said letting out a sigh, the breath afterwards filled with her scent. Closing his eyes, he heard the sounds of the pair of minion's shuffling about.

"Grubby, hows the excavating going, are the stones ready?"

"Within the hour, master."

"I'll see you then. Now Giblet, do you have any experience with making pipes? And which metals do you have that can survive submerged in lava?"

Sometime before...

Walking into the great hall, Eve could only roll her eyes at the Halloween celebrations. To be honest, she did not hold a grudge at her school mates enjoying the festivities. Unfortunately for Eve and her brother, it was a well recorded fact. That, though the Potter family were incredibly lucky at most times of the year and always pulled through in the end. Each generation of Potters would have a day of the year where bad luck was going to happen no matter what the person did.

Last year, she managed to convince Professor McGonagall to let herself lock her bedroom door and attempt to sleep her way through the day. However, fate apparently took offence to this idea. A runaway Weasley twin prank caused a small earthquake, collapsing her four-poster bed on top of her. When she finally managed to escape the cloth hangings and make it to the door, the handle broke. This was only later compounded by Eve's en-suite toilet breaking and flooding the bathroom.

Nope, even though she new something bad would happen. She would hold her head high and not tempt.. or at least annoy fate.

As she reached a free spot at the Ravenclaw table, her mind turned to her brother. Knowing what could go wrong with the portal, and that she was positive his luck would at least let him survive the jump intact. He would probably end up appearing in an enemy base, or dungeon, or the middle of a Witch trial... maybe a Nunnery bathroom of a particularly violent all female order...

Smiling at the last option, she remembered the story of her many times great-grandfather whose emergency portkey had malfunctioned and dumped him in an already occupied bathtub of a young heiress. Which had later flourished into the marriage that had united the houses of Gryffindor and Potter.

Looking around in confusion, she wondered what felt wrong. Something was missing and it was nagging her. Grabbing a slice of treacle tart, she began to nibble on in. Holding true to the age-old phrase: 'Eat your pudding first, the futures uncertain'. It was at this point that Professor Quirrell burst into the great hall shouting something about a troll, before fainting.

'What am I missing'? She wondered to herself as her brain caught up to her surroundings 'Wait... Troll?'

"Come on Hermio-" 'Mione' Turning to look at the empty hand she had flung out to try grab her friend, with she froze. 'No Hermione?' She'd been missing her room-mate's presence all this time. Being too busy thinking about what could go wrong for her brother and her, she had forgotten to keep an eye on what else was precious.

"Precious.. O God he's been right all along. She is precious to me. He's infected me with his perversion." She whispered, half trying to deny it. "Point me to Hermione!" She said, pulling out her wand as she watched it spin; thankful she had begged Professor Flitwick to teach her it. Sometimes, finding that other matching sock was really annoying.

Breaking into a run, as she and the other students left the hall. Her mind cataloguing it as a foolish idea and marking it down for investigation so she could tell the person so. She kept one eye on the tip of her wand, her regularly praised sense of direction and situational awareness letting her quickly moving through the corridors at speed.

Hermione had not had the best Halloween so far. Sure, lessons were great and she really enjoyed learning magic. But the negative reaction of several of her peers at her close friendship with Eve Potter was... frustrating.

She knew she wouldn't give Eve up for anything, while that in its self was strange along with the feeling in her gut. It was the sudden spark of diffidence and her defence of Eve that was most startling. Never before Hogwarts, would she have stood up for herself like she did for Eve. Her mind had even drawn comparisons between herself and Eve's dead brother. Harry hadn't stood up to their relatives till Eve was threatened.

She knew why Harry had done so, he loved his sister as she loved him. Hermione had even caught Eve whispering to him as if he was in the room, maybe he even was. Twin bonds were strange things and in most cases the same strength of the Potter twins when one died the other quickly followed.

Could Harry, out of love for his sister; hold part of him in this world to protect her from the bond even now? Still back to the main point, he did it because he loved her and if she did it to protect Eve… did she love Eve? Her mother had long ago given her an extensive version of the talk, but never how to tell if she was in love.

It was these questions and thoughts that had her staring into the bathroom mirror. Skipping the Halloween feast, although this was not the first time she had asked these questions. It was in response to a vertically vicious verbal 'Badger' attack that had her thinking about her friend, and the nature of the friendship.

Damn that Diggory. The guy was nice enough, but had recently taken exception to her close friendship with her room-mate after the word lesbians, entered the pool of rumours surrounding the pair, and like all the other fan-boys he was determined to save Eve from the evil bush haired dyke.

*gurgle*

She should get to the feast.. Eve would be worried, and despite being introduced to House Elf room services by her friend she always felt a little guilty, even after Eve (a random cross-section of the castles elven population and several books) had explained the nature of their bond with the castle.

Turning, her jaw dropped, before instantly snapping shut as the smell in the room hit the back of her throat. Large. Organic. Defiantly not seen in London Zoo or pre-Hogwarts introduction books. This meant magical. Smells. Humanoid. Vague expression on face. Armed with tree trunk, looks like Oak. Troll or Ogre. Logical conclusion? Keep very still and don't make a sound.

"UUGGG!"

"AAAAIIIIEEEEE!" Was Hermione's reply as reason fled, the rest of her wishing to follow. However, with danger between her and the door. She went for the next best thing, the small wooden rectangular door of the toilet cubical. Slamming the bolt across in a useless attempt to find safety, the creature grunted in semi-confusion at it's prey's behaviour.

'I hope it only eats me' Hermione thought, as a set of large fleshy figures wrapped over the top of the door and began to pull, memories of online books she had read in secret cropping up in her horror. 'At least Eve's not with me.'

As Eve watched, her wand turned rapidly in her hand as she skidded round the corner. She heard a scream followed by several grunts, her fingers clasping her wand as she cancelled the spell. A ball of bright red fire she had learnt about from watching Harry, forming in her left hand.

As she entered her mind froze, a troll in the centre of a destroyed bathroom holding a struggling Hermione round the waist with one hand. The rubble of a once pristine girl's bathroom all around them. Thankfully, while her mind was watching her best friends peril, her body was already in action. Muscle memory and instinctual movements learned from her semi possession of Harry's Overlord training kicking in with full force.

(AN: How the hell do you describe instincts and automatic reaction at work? Read me try.)

Hosts ally with above Mistress level attachment in danger, from large sentient close range magical. Arms available, wand, fire-ball. Wand skill not at satisfactory level to engaged target, wand magic should not be used. Concentrated fire based mid range spell at twenty percent maxim magical saturation. Target removal top priority failure unacceptable. Mana pool allows for three full power spells of this class increasing spell to one hundred and fifty percent magical saturation, point-blank spell release advised to negate spell instability, warning this will cause caster damage. Repeat, failure to protect unacceptable.

With that, Eve rushed forward dropping her wand. Her other arm went to support her push of the growing fire-ball, its shape warping and bubbling as the overpowered spell matrix began to collapse.

With a cry of pain, the troll dropped the girl in its hand. It frantically tried to pull away from the burning maelstrom of fire as it rippled into its flesh. Charring bone and boiling blood, its flailing arm breaking one of the large windows. Catching on the stone work as the fireball continued to push it out into the night, before gravity swiftly took over. Introducing it speedily to its now very close friend, the ground.

Hermione was shocked, utterly struck dumb.

There she had been, moments from a terrifying death. Her hiding place ripped down, her clothes torn as she scrambled to escape. Before a large meaty hand then snatched her from the tiled floor. The hot stinking breath of the monster washing over her, as it roared in triumph at its successful hunt. It's club lying forgotten. When out of the doorway, as if the hounds of hell were on her tail; Eve ran in. Wand in one hand AND A FIREBALL in the other.

As her heart leapt for joy at her friend coming to save her, Hermione did her best to draw enough breath to beg her friend to flee.

To Hermione's shock she could only watch, as her room-mate moved with previously hidden precision and magical skill. Driving the fireball into the monsters side, the smell overwhelming the first year as her friend displayed magic normally seen in movie theatres.

Watching as the blast pushed the troll out of the room via the large Elizabethan style window, she could only stare open-mouthed as Eve dropped to her knees. The sleeves of her robes socking slightly from the blazing inferno she had conjured, wandlessly!

As Hermione opened and closed her mouth, trying to form the questions running through her mind and cope with the fact she was convinced she was going to die. A panting Eve managed to catch her attention.

"You, okay Hermione?"

"No, ask tomorrow."

"Point taken.."

Both girls slipped into silence in a state of shock. Adrenalin coursing through their veins as the last twenty minutes or so flashed through their minds. Sweeping into the room, Snape was the first to arrive. His nose scrunching up at the smell of troll and burned flesh, as it was slowly blown out the hole that had once been a window. Dumbledore followed by professor McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey, came in moments later. Pomfrey immediately going to check on the two girls as Albus fumbled to a calming draught laced lemon drop, Minerva plucking it from his hand and popping it in her own mouth, hoping that the drugged candy would help restart her mind.

"They're in shock, Miss Granger will have a few bruises. But Eve is unharmed" said the healer, wand in hand as, the limping potions master walked out the room.

"That's good" Dumbledore muttered as his mind played over the possibility of Eve's death. His horror mounting with each grizzly scene and what it would mean for the return of the Dark Lord. Perhaps he should hunt down the horcruxes now, rather than later. Waking from his stupor he noticed the note now tucked in his hand.

Taken girls for calming draughts, bruise cream

and then putting to bed in dorms. Told them you

will speak to them tomorrow.

Tell Hagrid to clear up troll body (look out

window). Seal bathroom, will arrange clean up

tomorrow.

Bloody good lemon drops

Minerva

Nodding to himself, he stepped out the room waving his wand as the wall sealed up. No trace of the deed remaining, but the faint smell of body order and burned flesh and bone.

It was later that night, when the two girl finally were left alone in their room; that they had a chance to speak. Each unsure what to say, from the revelations of the day and the near death experience. After they put on their nightwear and sat on their beds facing each other, Hermione made the first move.

*SLAP* "Why? You were safe!" came the frantic brunette's voice, her friend stunned by the attack and confused by the words; before jumping up and catching her friends wrists. Like Harry would do hers on the few occasions she had started slapping him "You weren't safe Mione, of course I'd come!"

"Mione?"

"It's a nickname.. don't you like it?"

"From you sure, but not in public." Hermione replied bushing, her emotions bouncing all over the place from the stress and potions. "Still you were safe Eve, You could have been hurt."

"It was a Troll, I've trained to fight worse" Well, I've been in Harry's body when he has' She replied letting go of her friends wrists, both crossing their arms defensively.

"Someone's been reading Skeeter's Fairy Tale books about you." Watching Eve's blinking show Hermione continued. "You've not been trained to fight trolls, and what was that fireball?"

Back-pedalling fast, as she was totally unsure how to explain to her friend that Harry was alive. In another realm and that the magic and training was bleeding over into the bond, via the tower heart that Harry was no longer able to talk to her through. She snapped back. "Didn't you want me to save you? Should I have let you die and not put myself a risk?"

"Yes"

"WHAT?"

"How else am I meant to keep you safe?"

"No, take that back. If you die saving me, you wont come back like him. I'll really lose you, I only thought Harry was dead for less than two days."

"HARRY'S ALIVE!"

"FUC-"

"EVE!"

Both catching their breaths, Hermione pulled her friend onto her bed. Her heart soaring as she pulled her close, each panting from the fighting.

"Is he safe?"

"Yes, maybe. I'm not sure. He under went a ritual to escape one realm so he can get to another and eventuality come back to me.."

"Wow.. I though he might have found some way to partially hold a bit of him back. But.. just tell me in the morning."

"Okay."

Each feeling their lids go heavy, they pulled Hermione's covers up and drifted of to sleep cuddled up facing each other. Their calm quiet breathing syncing up, as a house elf popped away.

AN: One time Beta read by: Anastasia Beaver Hausen (...to be honest he came up with the name after finishing and me telling him I needed him to come up with one.. still cost me the apple pie I bribed him with.)

Poll for Siri Black is now closed the results are as follows: Siri Black soon to be Potter or be with a Potter (to be added to Harem, but Harry or Eve's? or Both [see last part of AN])

New personal pet peeve, shock words. Example Testicles, now that your minds spotted the word Testicles you'll be instantly drawn to the letters your mind most likely deciding that it really needs to know why someone writing about testicles. Is this male only? Is it in preparation so we can protect are self? Is it just me? I don't know and I probably should delete this paragrapher...

For those wishing me to hurry up with Harry's changes to the tower and overlord two campaign, I regret to announce a full tour and future conquests will have to be delayed as I am currently waiting to hear back from several authors for permission to use names and general descriptions of several places and people. But fear not, I can work round it myself but I don't want to be told I'm copying due to one or two minor plot point looking similar to other authors works. (p.s. thanks to those who have already got back to me about this.)

You know, this chapter was amazingly difficult, I kept finding myself breaking the most important of rules when writing, you shouldn't just have you characters announce how your character feel, that makes me angry! (Internet points for those who get the reference.) That and trying to find the correct first three words for each paragraph has been intolerable.

Review Response:

Guest, review posted:10/16/13 about Chapter 2.

Q: Incest?

A: Surprisingly I'm not sure yet, I could still go either way as far as 4th year. Do I think it will go that way.. probably. Will it be me who decides, Nope. As we go through second year, I plan to poll this very question. Option 1: One big happy Harem with Incest, Option: 2 One big happy Harem with no Incest, Option 3: Two Harems with the occasional sharing. But please note for option 1, this is not an Incest story, this is not about Harry knocking up Eve, so any sex based Incest that does happen will be as part of threesomes or moresomes. Option 2 and 3 will have Harry and Eve acting more like the caretaker for each others Harem.