Harry Potter: The Overlord

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Chapter 10:

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Potter Manor, second day home.

Harry awoke with a yawn in his bed in the master bedroom of Potter manor with Velvet snuggled beside him. Rose had been here but being the responsible one, she took up the responsibility of taking care of his stuff back at the Tower while he was away.

You had to love them, one was a sensible, responsible adult… the other was a kinky, playful little minx, but they were a pair, one was the rose while the other was the thorns.

Harry sat up and slid out of bed, turning back to see the nude girl moan and grope at the blankets before pulling them up to cover her bare flesh. He stood up, nude and swinging in the breeze as a blushing house elf delivered his new pants before leaving.

Pulling on the brand new underwear which he had one of the house elves pick up and the pants that were found in his parents closet, Harry stretched and walked out of the room but not before leaning down to kiss the sleeping girl in his bed.

"Nippy," he called as he walked down the hall towards the stairs.

"Yes masters Harry Sir?" the young house elf asked popping up next to him.

Harry looked at her, "Nippy, have you finished sizing my new clothing?" he asked her as he reached the top stairs, walking down with the house elf following behind him.

She nodded, her ears flopping around, "Yes master sir, Nippy finished,"

"Bring them here,"

She nodded and left before returning with a newly fitted button down shirt along with a nobles greatcoat worn by purebloods of the past. The Potters had one for the family head seeing as they were a ancient and noble house dating back many years and to openly wear it was to openly state that you were of noble heritage.

Pulling his arms through the sleeves and buttoning the shirt, he did the same with the ankle long greatcoat but just rested it on his shoulders, leaving his arms free at his sides.

He was the Overlord, and while he couldn't wear his armor out in public just yet he was damn sure that he'd make sure others knew just how low they were compared to him.

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Sitting at his desk, President Sawtooth completed all his paperwork without complaint or even taking a break… this frightened the other goblins.

Ripheart, Sawtooth's secretary walked into the office carrying a few files with a frown as he looked at the goblin leader, "President Sawtooth?" he asked while walking up to the desk.

"What is it?" Sawtooth asked coldly.

Ripheart gulped, "Well sir… the others and I are starting to worry," he started while placing the files down on the desk, "You're ahead on you paperwork… you ahead by at least a week,"

"So,"

Ripheart looked around, "Sir you haven't left the office since morning… of yesterday."

Sawtooth took the files and started to go over them, "I fail to see the problem, now if that is all, please leave,"

Sighing, Ripheart turned, never seeing the dead look in Sawtooth's eyes or the blue glow that they emitted before returning to their normal color.

-X-

At noon, Harry arrived back at Gringotts Bank and approached the tellers booth with an air of superiority surrounding him as he neared. Wizards of all social standing stopped to see him pass with his black Noble Greatcoats tail billowing behind him.

"What do…" started the teller only to pale at the sight of him, obviously recognizing the wizard from the day before thanks to the mark on his forehead.

"I need to speak with the manager of my accounts," he said simply with a small smirk gracing his lips.

A small door opened as a three foot tall goblin walked out, "Follow me please," it told him before leading him towards Sawtooth.

Sitting down at across from the bank president, Harry smirked at the dazed look the goblin had. Who would've thought that Sawtooth was so easy to control with his evil presence spell? For the President of the Gringotts branch, he was relatively weak minded and crumbled under his power within seconds.

With the room sealed off and spells put into place to ensure that there were no eavesdroppers, Sawtooth looked at Harry, "How can I help you my lord?" he asked in a drone like voice.

Harry smirked and listed off some things, first off being for the Goblin to escort him to his vault where he raised another Tower Gate and delivered over a few million galleons, sickles, and knuts. Although, half of it was melted into solid bars, a side project with giblet to save space.

He also had his vault door upgraded to a magical and ring lock with a blood recognition backup, at half price thanks to his loyal goblin slave being the head of Gringotts UK branch. Only he would be able to open the door or one of his children should something happen to him, he also had numerous contracts written up ensuring that no one could steal from him again.

Lastly, he decided to show off his new wealth, seeing as he always remembered those teen-witch magazines always published monthly 'most desirable men' lists that almost always dealt with how rich someone was. So he gave Sawtooth permission to only allow the tellers to give out the information on his net worth to the researchers when they came by.

After which, he picked up some bank drafts, Wizarding forms of muggle checkbooks and left to do some shopping. Visiting the trunk shop, the Apothecary to pick up numerous vials of ingredients to give to the Dark Elves, the book store for Rose, and even the clothing shop to pick Velvet and Grace out something nice before returning home and checking up on things at the Tower.

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Timeskip, One Year.

Harry, now 19... Or 10 depending on which form he was in, smirked at the reports he was getting in from his domain. First was about the fort under his tower, it seemed that troop production was up and improving while the mortality rate from defending towns were down thanks to the increased quality of training that they were going through. That in turn, made it necessary to build new buildings to support the growing numbers of troops.

The empty areas were soon prepped and readied for new buildings or facilities, barracks, armories, archery ranges, sparing rings, storage buildings. All to support his armies. But that's not to say that he forgot his loyal elves that worked tirelessly to protect his land. For them, Harry would give them the resources to build anything they needed, after all, one trained elf was worth five to ten soldiers.

The area outside his fort had also changed, families of those joining the army moved in but without being personally invited to stay by someone of the correct authority, they were forced to build new homes outside the large stone walls. That's not to say that they were forced to sleep in ragged little huts. Homes like that of Spree were built for them and the Dark Elves along with squads of soldiers would guard the growing community.

At first it was only a few small families moving, but as poor fathers agreed to enlist to support their families more and more started to show up followed by teens with dreams of glory and knighthood. So far, the population was three times that of Spree and growing, just as their praise and love for their Overlord did.

To these people, Harry was a stern but fair savior, when poor families were unable to pay for their homes to be built, he didn't turn them away nor did he do unsavory things to the wives or daughters of said family like some would, he had it built and gave them time to find jobs and slowly pay it back. Although, his mercy only went so far… his cruelty was unmatched towards bandits, murderers, and thieves who thought that the small growing community would be easy pickings. A quick death was a blessing to what he would do to some of them for messing with what was his.

But he didn't spend all his time in this world though, he made a name for himself in the Wizarding world as Harrison Greyheart, Teen Witches most desirable and mysterious wizard 12 months running.

Greyheart was once the title his ancestor once had, Lord Harrison the Greyheart, for being neutral and never joining a side in the war from long ago, refusing to join the light or dark and declaring himself as a Grey Wizard.

Besides being known as one of the richest, he was also known for his open show of nobility, wearing his noble greatcoat out whenever he was in public and dressing like he was going to some fancy dinner with royalty. The magazine also gave him the nickname of 'Greyheart the Mysterious,' since no one really knew much about him, nor did he open up to any who saw him.

Over the year, purebloods had tried to contact him and start alliances but any messages sent always returned untouched and unopened, meaning that the owls hadn't been able to find him. The various department heads of the ministry also tried to contact him, mostly to try and get donations but they were met with the same treatment.

Albus on the other hand, tried more underhanded tactics first to find out exactly how much he had, seeing as his access to the Potter vaults had been cut off, much to his dismay. He tried to use his position in the ministry to look at Greyheart's bank records but a solid no, followed by a glare from a spear wielding goblin guard/warrior put an end to that.

So with Gringotts refusing him special treatment, he sent letters by owl asking to met with him, but unlike the others, he got a letter in return from a house elf of all things reading,

Dear Mr. Dumbles,

Master Greyheart is much too busy, he is a very important man in some circles and can not spare a moment of his time to meet with a headmaster to a school which he doesn't attend. Please do not send any more letters as we of his mail sorting service will begin burning them from now on.

With warm, letter roasting regards…

Postmaster Fink.

That angered him, the man wasn't even reading his letters, instead his house elf was going through them and had the nerve to write him back and say that Greyheart was too busy and important to be bothered with him. He was the man who saved the world from Grindlewald, how dare they.

Harry, or better yet Harrison, also made a few sizable donations to various charities, orphanages, St. Mungos, he even made a smaller donation to Madam Bones' department, seeing as she didn't ask for handouts from him before.

But while Harrison wasn't being the mysterious playboy, ten year old Harry was being spotted all over the world, making Dumbles little network work overtime checking each place only to turn up empty handed ad Harry-less much to Dumbles annoyance and the irritation of the unfortunate puppet who were sent.

Last he heard, the Weasley family who had managed to save up the money to go a vacation to France, changed their plans and went to look for poor little lost Harry in the dunes of Egypt. Molly and Arthur also got real acquainted with the magical police there when he sent a anonymous tip to their security office and warned them that there were possible terrorists entering the country with a bunch of red headed children.

Harry made sure he was there to watch them be detained and paid one of the officials there to tell him what happened. Apparently, Arthur was calm and cool about it and willingly let them use spells to check him and answered their questions without a problem, Molly on the other hand screamed and fought against them saying that they had no right to arrest them. Had she stopped things wouldn't have bee so bad, but no, her flinging and fighting ended up with her striking one of the officials so after forcing her down, they decided to forgo any magical checks and pulled out the rubber gloves with a jar of KY jelly that just so happened to have sand in it… just for good measure.

Lastly, Harry started renovating Potter Manor, erecting more and more wards along with large stone walls at the edge of the property.

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"You mean to tell me that no one knows anything about this Greyheart fellow?" Fudge demanded to the people standing in his office.

The first was a toady looking woman dressed in all pink who had a small self satisfied smile on her face. The next was Bartemius 'Barty' Crouch Sr. head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation, a serious looking gentlemen wearing a suit with a black bowler hat.

Crouch nodded, "I asked my associates in other countries and they've never heard of Greyheart." he told them.

"Ah hem," the toad started, "I questioned one of the human Gringotts workers about him, he couldn't tell me much but apparently his bloodline dates back many centuries and he has the vaults to prove it."

"Any idea what's in those vaults Dolores?"

"Those rude little things refused to tell me, the nerve. But his net worth is easily triple that of the Malfoy family's."

Fudge frowned, the Malfoy fortune was well into the millions, he wanted that gold and the bribes from Lucius were getting smaller now that the blond had found some dirt on him to use against him. He tried to send letters and be nice but none of the owls could find him, and Ministry owls were some of the best at finding people.

He'd find a way to take that gold if it killed him, besides, what would that fool need all that gold for anyway? Why not give it to someone who could really put it to good use? It wasn't like he'd miss it a few hundred thousand.

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"What the fuck do we need a fountain that costs one hundred thousand gold?" Harry asked, he wasn't mad or anything, just shocked and surprised that both Rose and Velvet managed to spend that much on something that was only good to look at.

Velvet giggled, "Oh come on Dark One, it's made of pure white marble," she cooed.

Rose nodded, both girls approaching him and hugging his arms, "And besides, look it even has your crest on it, made of a single piece of Obsidian and smooth, please let us keep it."

Harry had to admit, while it was impractical it did look nice, especially with the crystal clear water flowing from the top between a set of stairs in the throne room, "Fine," he said after a moment of them pleading with their eyes, "You can keep it, I just wanted to know why my treasury was suddenly short by one hundred thousand gold coins,"

Rose giggled, "Oh Harry, the gold from the mines will easily replace what was lost," she said while leaning up to kiss his cheek.

"I know that," he stated, "But I wasn't aware of you two going shopping, usually I expect this when both of you go with each other."

"We're not that bad," Rose chided playfully.

Gnarl come hobbling in at that moment, noticing the new fountain, "Oh so both Mistress' went shopping today,"

Harry looked at the two with a 'Told you so,' smirk.

The old minion master made his way over, greeting both mistresses before looking at Harry, "Sire, someone has reached the gate of your ancestral home back in the other world, should I send some Dark Elves to kill the intruder?"

Harry hummed, "Maybe, first let's see who the intruder is." he told the aged minion before making his way over to the Tower Portal and looking in.

-X-

Standing at the large gate to Potter Manor, a cloaked brown haired man knocked on the heavy metal bars that seemed to hum with magical reinforcement. He had no doubt that casting a spell at it would do little to damage the gate if not reflect it back at the caster.

Leaning forward again, he knocked on the gate knowing that the proximity wards would've alerted the Lord or Lady of the manor by now.

The tip of a very sharp point touched the back of his bare neck, making him tense up.

"Don't move human," Hissed a female voice.

The man stayed still and before he knew what was going on, he was slammed into the gate and restrained with his arms in the air while another person disarmed him, patting him down and taking his backup wand as well. The person holding his arms up then pulled them back and tied them behind his back before turning him around and pushing his back into the metal gate and holding a dagger to his neck.

"Who are you and what are you doing trespassing on our Lords land!" the hooded woman demanded as three more cloaked and hooded figures surrounded them, two of which held bows with the arrows pulled back while the other had his wands in one hand and a curved sickle-like weapon in the other.

The man gulped, "I'm not here to cause trouble, I'm Matthew Greengrass, Head of the Greengrass family… I'm here looking for the new Potter Family Lord." He told the four people.

"Why?"

Matthew took a breath to calm himself down and stop his fearful twitching, "Our Families have always been in an alliance but when a new Lord is chosen both must meet and agree to the former contract or change it. If not, the alliance is annulled." he told them, hoping that they wouldn't kill him.

The one holding him at knife point seemed to wait for a moment before the gate started to rise. "Fine," She spoke before pulling him toward her, "Our Master will see you then, but the ropes will remain until he says to remove them."

Matthew nodded and turned only to be strong-armed up the path and towards the manor.

Entering through the door, he looked around only to be pushed and shoved past a flight of stairs and down a hall, passing many exotic and strange works of art, statues of barely dressed females holding golden bowls of fire that acted as torches, paintings of strange landscapes with small silver plates at the bottom that had names on them. Due to the speed that they were forcing him to go, he only got a chance to see one as they stopped at a large set of heavy ordinate doors, it was of a vast dark forest that almost resembled the Forbidden Forest but the plate at the bottom read, 'Evernight Forest'.

One of them knocked and opened the door to a large study that obviously belonged to the Head of the Family. It was a large and open room full of strange objects and paintings. Parts of the walls were bookcases but there were large spaces between them with objects decorating it before reaching another bookcase.

On the far side, between two curved staircases that led to a upper floor that surrounded the room sat a large desk with a turned chair facing a regal fireplace. Between them and the desk though was a large table holding rolls of parchment and books, he even spotted a bar of what looked like gold being used as a paper weight.

"Sire, the intruder," the female spoke as she forced him into the room.

"Bring him here,"

Matthew took the chance to start walking, not wanting her to push him again and was glad to see that she didn't push him, only grabbed his arm and steered him around the table and towards the desk where a single leather seat sat facing the desk as well as the back of the large shadowed chair.

The room itself wasn't poorly lit but all the windows were blocked by heavy curtains that refused to let any natural light in so the only real light was from those torches that lined the room or from the fireplace while lit chandlers hung from the rafters.

The chair slowly swiveled around, only allowing Matthew a brief glimpse of the outline of the person sitting there before his figure was hidden in the shadows again, only allowing him to see two glowing solid green lights looking at him.

Harry stared at the man for a moment, he wasn't old nor young, he had a clean-cut face and short brown hair that he combed back in a professional manner. The black cloak he wore was wrinkled and his clothing underneath looked just as bad thanks to the frisking he got earlier.

"Tell me," Harry started coolly while leaning back in the chair, "How is it that you found my home when I have some of the best warding hiding it from the world, even Ministry owls couldn't find me here," he told the man, which was half true, owls could find him but only ones that he wanted to arrive.

Matthew nodded, "Both our families know where our homes are, until the alliance contract is nullified, any wards hiding the location will also hide the information from documents and even the memories of any unapproved person." he told the man.

He nodded, "I see… and you wish to continue this alliance?"

"Indeed,"

Harry had to admit, he had no idea that his family and the Greengrass family had been allied to each other… then again, Dumbledore would do anything he could to hide that fact from him in the past so why not?

"Lets say that I agree, what's in it for me Mr. Greengrass?"

Matthew knew that the Potter Lord wasn't as supportive as he had hoped, families within an alliance were like extended family, like the Potter and Greengrass families had been, or like a machine, much like the stuffy pompous assed Malfoy was with his little group. Allied Lords always called each other by first names as a show of friendship or by their titles as a form of mutual respect but he had just openly stated that he neither had any respect for him nor goodwill.

"Well as stated in the alliance agreement, my family receives protection from other families in return for our support in political matters or even battle should we have to." Matthew stated.

Harry thought about it for a moment and smirked, "Fine, we shall continue this alliance for now, but only temporarily, you have one year… one year to show me that this alliance is worth it to me," he said to the man before telling the hooded elves to cut him free before holding out his right hand, "I, Harrison Julius Potter, pledge that the Greengrass family shall be protected under the Potter Family banner for a single year, should I willingly and knowingly break this agreement may my magic be forfeit,"

Matthew grabbed the outstretched hand, "I, Matthew Levithain Greengrass, pledge to assist the Potter Family in anyway we can I exchange for this year of protection, should I willingly and knowingly break this agreement may my magic be forfeit,"

A surge of magic signaled that the agreement was accepted and now official, making Harry smirk.

"Now, Mr. Greengrass, since we are now allied with each other please take a seat and allow me to officially introduce myself," Harry started, "I am Harrison Julius Potter, but you may call me Harrison Greyheart,"

Matthew's eyes widened.

Harry nodded, "Yes, I am that Greyheart." he smirked, "But I trust you to keep the information of who I truly am a secret."

He nodded slowly, "Naturally…" he spoke dumbly, looking at the richest wizard in the UK. "But I have to ask, as head of the family, do you know where Harry Potter is?"

Harry would've laughed at the irony but didn't, "Of course I know where little Harry is… last time I saw him he was enjoying a childhood that no other child will ever experience…"

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FLASHBACK

Nearly ten year old Harry reappeared from the swamps of southern North America after spreading rumors about a small British child appearing out of nowhere and allowing himself to be carried in by the muggle police. After a bit of questioning, saying that he was unsure how he got here and that he was from the UK before 'accidentally' setting a bunch of papers on fire with his magic, Harry had the American Wizarding police erasing the memories and bringing him in for help.

A small sob story of abuse, denying the existence of magic, and pleading not to be hit when one of them reached out to pat him on the shoulder, Harry had their hearts wrenching from pity, even one emotional man cried for him.

But before they could take a picture of him to send to the Ministry of Magic, Harry vanished when no one was looking and returned to his manor.

Walking in, he was assaulted by the long slender arms of Velvet who effortlessly picked him up with an impressive show of physical power and started kissing him wildly.

"Oh I've been waiting to do this for a long time," she giggled before running up the stairs with him under her arm.

The door to his room was slammed open before he sailed into the bed with the older and taller woman following soon after, tearing off his little shirt and proceeding to do things to him that could count as child abuse and molestation.

FLASHBACK END

No lemon this chapter

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Harry chuckled, "But enough about that, no one is to know of my existence, Gringotts will have the paperwork changed from Potter to Greyheart by the end of the day so if you are ever being intimidated by another, you can drop the Greyheart name." he told the man, "Also, I will have paperwork for you to be my voice in the ministry, which should boost both of our images. I do believe that the next meeting will be about the non-human licensing act, vote however you please."

The man nodded.

"Good, seeing as you understand, please follow your escorts they shall show you to the fireplace so you can floo home, just don't try to floo back here… I have it blocked so that you can only leave through it."

Watching the lesser Lord leave with the hooded elves, Harry turned and looked at the blazing fire and knowing that the next year would be different, especially with him getting his Hogwarts letter in September. Then the fun really begins…

To be continued…

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