Harry Potter: The Overlord

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Chapter 11:

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A month after meeting Lord Greengrass, Harry sat in his study reading the Daily Prophet, Wizarding England's number one most read newspaper and third place gossip rag while ignoring the cleaning minions who helped out the house elves around the manor.

He suspected that the minions were based on house elves, seeing as his ancestor had come from this world but changed them so that they were vicious and completely loyal to the Overlord.

At first the house elves were terrified of the evil looking minions, especially the reds but were calmed down by Harry explaining that the minions were only here to help out. While that put a damper on the little elves, who figured that their master was unpleased with them, their sprites were raised when they were all given new uniforms of small white overalls, small green shirts with his crest on back and a smaller one on the front, and lastly a white hat that would match the overalls.

Looking over, he saw a pair of minions and one house elf scrubbing the hardwood floors while another used some polish to make the boards shine before looking back down and waiting for Gnarl to return from his tour of the house, given to him by an elderly female house elf. Watching them leave the room not ten minutes ago was a sight, both were attracted to the other but didn't seem to understand that.

He shook his head and threw his feet up on the desk before leaning back to read the paper.

Nonhuman Licensing Act Revoked

-Timely second vote from Lord Greengrass causes uproar-

Yesterday, at the Wizengamot hearing to have Act:28-47C otherwise known as the Nonhuman Licensing Act which would force any and all senate nonhumans, to be licensed and made to carry identification declaring them nonhuman, was revoked by a second vote made by Lord Matthew Greengrass. Understandably, this caused an uproar with supporters of the law but upon investigation on how Lord Greengrass could vote a second time revealed an astonishing fact. Lord Greengrass is a proxy for another seat in the Wizengamot that has been unused for years.

When questioned about the true owner to the seat Lord Greengrass stated that it belonged to the Noble family whom he was allied with. In the past it was a lesser known fact that the Greengrass family was allied to the Potter family for years but with their untimely murder and young Harry Potter being too young to attain Lordship, one had to ask, who was their new ally?

Lord Greengrass wasn't secretive about who this new ally was and announced to all that his family was allied to the Greyheart Family.

For more on Act:28-47C, go to page 4...

For more on the Greyheart family, go to page 2...

For more on…

Harry stopped there and flipped to page two, wanting to see what they knew about him.

Harrison J. Greyheart of the Greyheart Family.

-Lord of the Ancient, Noble, and most Mysterious Greyheart Family-

Harrison Julius Greyheart, readers of Teen Witch Weekly will recognize him as Teen Witches 'Number One Most Desirable Wizard' 13 months running, charity workers will recognize the name of the man who donated well over three million galleons to various charities such as, St. Mungos children's ward, many privately owned orphanages, and even the Department of Law Enforcement.

But even with his name being as well known as it is, we at the Prophet have yet to acquire a good picture of Lord Greyheart and like his picture, information on his past is unknown. But the few records that the goblins of Gringotts have allowed to be shown states that the Greyheart Family have been around longer than many other noble families and very well may be 'the' most ancient and noble family.

We of the Prophet have sent letters in the past asking for an interview with Lord Greyheart but have been denied, the return letter stating that Lord Greyheart only meets with allies…

"Ohhh Dark One!" came the teasing coo from Velvet, walking into the room wearing a beautiful black dress with what seemed to be spider webs sewed into it, "Look at what I bought!" she giggled as she seemed to glide in and over to him.

He studied her as she moved around his desk and twirled, "Yes love, it looks breathtaking," he told her while grabbing her wrist and pulling the woman into his lap, "Did you and Rose enjoy the trip to France?"

Velvet nodded happily, "Oh it was great," she told him before frowning, "Except for some foolish teen thinking that he could touch me,"

Harry's small smile vanished, "Did he now?" he asked dangerously.

She nodded, "Tried to touch my ass in the dress shop, but those Dark Elves you sent with us caught him,"

Harry's smirk returned, "Remind me to thank them then," he told her while rubbing her body.

"They killed him," she finished.

Harry's smirk widened, "Then remind me to reward them, no one touches my mistresses but me."

Velvet's face turned red when he suddenly squeezed her ass, "Oh Harry you beast!" she gasped before moving closer and kissing him. But it didn't last long…

Pulling apart from her, Harry looked at the door expectedly before looking confused, "Strange, normally Rose would be here just as soon as we kiss,"

The younger of the two giggled darkly, "Oh Rose is a bit preoccupied right now, she's giving Grace her sexual education class right now…"

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Tied to a large table, Hermione screamed and moaned into the gag forced into her mouth as Rose and Grace stood over her.

"You see, this part of a woman is very sensitive." explained the oldest of the three told the youngest, pointing to a moving object shoved firmly into the pussy of the tied girl, "Now, let me show you the finer points of sex and how versatile the human body is!"

Hermione's eyes widened as another, even larger object moved to her rear entrance.

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Chuckling, Harry pulled her closer and began the christening process of his ancestral family desk and his new leather chair, ignoring the blushing house elves and the whooping minions. As large as the manor was, he didn't expect Gnarl back for quite some time, and the only other thing he had planned today was a debriefing from the Dark Elves he had sent out on a 'special' hunting mission.

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Standing in a remote forest a few miles outside of Hogsmeade in a small valley underneath the many mountainous hills that surrounded the area was a single person dressed in a forest green cloak that stopped just above the knee. By the two bulges in front it was a female but a hood covered her face while two small tuffs of silvery blond hair showed.

A small pop in the distance reached her highly trained ears and soon an dirty balding man walked out of some trees holding a bag.

"You IN-RE? he asked while butchering the name.

"That's Imra, and yes… do you have what I asked for Mr. Fletcher ?" the woman asked.

He nodded, opening the bag and pulling out a necklace made of black crystal beads, "I don't know why you want this," he said while walking towards her, "You could find a necklace like this in other countries where there not banned,"

The exposed part of her face curled into a devious smirk, "Your right," she started before a flash of silver went across his body, making him gasp after a moment as the bottom part of the necklace he had been holding fell to the ground.

Three more people walked out of the forest wearing matching hoods as the old crook dropped to his knees and grasped at his chest where a long gash opened up from the short blade the woman had been holding without his notice.

Imra kicked Fletcher in the face with the bottom of her foot and sent him toppling to the floor as all four of them surrounded him, "That necklace is worthless to us, you are the real target," she said while kneeling down, "You are only the first scum, no one steals from our master and gets away with it, all shall bow to the Overlord."

Soon the forest was echoing with the pained screams of the crook and after half an hour, the four mystery people left him in the middle of the clearing nude and shaking, covered with horrible cuts and drenched in his own blood. Carved into his chest was, 'None escapes the wrath of the Overlord,'.

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Mundungus Fletcher laid in that clearing for hours, his body wracked with pain and too weak to try and retrieve his wand that had been thrown over ten feet away with his ruined robes. Rolling over onto his tortured torso, he screamed and cried as the pain intensified before slowly trying to crawl over to the bundle of ripped clothing, leaving a long crimson trail in his wake.

He fainted three times in the process before he finally reached his wand and shot a distress flare into the sky, lighting it up with bright red bursts of fire accompanied by loud bangs and other loud noises that anyone with experience from the last war or in law enforcement would know was an SOS.

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Imra the Dark Elf knelt to her master along with the other elves, their hoods down and revealing that the group consisted of two females and two males.

"Sire, the target was handled just as you requested," Imra reported as the head of the group, "Tortured and told exactly what you said before we left him in the middle of the clearing, he shall live if his will is strong enough."

Harry smirked, "Excellent," he said before dismissing them from the room.

Fletcher had been a vital source of information for Dumbledore with his connections in the less than legal world. He had learned that the crook also stole a bunch of his heirlooms from both the Potter and Black family homes in the future only to sell them in places like Knockturn. While it pissed him off that he had been unable to retrieve the stolen valuables, what truly sent him in a rage was the fact that objects worth hundreds of thousands or in some cases, millions, were sold for not even a fraction of the price.

Heirlooms such as the Black Family Pendant worth well over seven hundred thousand galleons had been sold for only four or five hundred. One of a kind books such as the centaur made, 'Book of the Moon' full of rare knowledge dealing with lunar magic worth millions was given away to settle a two thousand galleon debt.

But the biggest kicker was a small book, maybe a little bigger than his hand that had been held in red velvet lined case. Made of smooth, unblemished leather with a shiny copper plate on the front, the title read, 'Merlin's Lawbook'. Detailing all the laws of magic that 'THE' greatest wizard of all time knew and his personal views of magic including how he thought that it should be used. Not to mention the fact that Merlin himself had written it.

It was priceless… Fletcher figured that the book was worth ten galleons.

Now that he thought about how Fletcher stole all that stuff, Harry thought of his godfather Sirius Black, who named him Lord Black in his final will. He would have to get him out of Azkaban soon, allowing him to be kept there as a punishment for trusting Dumb-as-a-whore so much.

Getting Sirius a new trial wouldn't be too hard, with the serious clout ( No pun intended) that the name Greyheart came with along with Greengrass and an unknowing Gringotts bank backing him, he'd have Sirius testifying under the truth serum so fast that he could leave before lunch and be back before the house elves finished cooking.

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(Six months later, sometime in March)

During those six months, Harry had been a busy little Overlord in both worlds. At the Dark Tower he was in awe at the amount of people who happily flocked to his banner and joined his army, the small town outside his fortress walls were growing at a steady rate along with his forces.

Each town, village, port, or small city had a small army there to protect them… and impose his will or enforce his laws. Each force, depending on the size had at least two knights there in charge of keeping the peace. One was the commander, who handled all postings, duty rosters, and reports while the other was a specialized knight known as the Standard Barer. The Standard Barer was technically the second in command of the regiment but he or she was in charge of making sure everyone including the commander met the standards of the Overlords Army and dealt out the punishments.

Failure to keep your uniform in order usually resulted in strenuous exercise, insubordination got you demoted or physically punished, usually in the form of a short but brutal beating, but the biggest mistake to make out of them all was to disrespect the Overlord. Any who mock or disrespected the great man who treated them so kindly was dangled off the ground in a public place, stripped nude, then publicly whipped until the Standard Barer saw fit to release them.

Most villagers who witnessed this usually chanted for more and spat at the offender while his or her comrades looked at them in shame or fury, disgusted by the person who dared talk bad about the person who gave them so much and treated them fairly.

In his home world, Harry was also hard at work making the title of Overlord, just as feared if not more so than 'You-Know-Who'. Some people had even started referring to him as… well 'Him'.

Fletcher was only the beginning, when the papers printed the story of how he had been tortured in ways that they were unable to explain due to graphic imagery by someone calling themselves the Overlord, only a few had treated it as a serious thing, thinking that it was some punk trying to be the new Dark Lord.

But when more and more things started to happen, such as the bombing as Author Weasley's office in the Ministry along with the murder of his secretary, whose burnt corpse was found hanging by a chain with a large meat hook through the chest above the ruins of his desk while, 'The Overlord knows all' was painted on the wall in her blood.

Another instance was the bombing of Dolores Umbridge's office while she was at in a courtroom trying to have a piece of anti-werewolf legislation passed in the Wizengamot. A pair of small folded paper birds had interrupted her little speech to deliver the news of what happened and who was found in the office… or what was left of her.

Unlike the Weasley's office bombing, which had been overly powerful and ruined most of everything with the shockwave while only lightly burning the room, this one had set it her pink office into a raging inferno. The next paper was informing her that the body found in her office had been Janie Quinn Umbridge, her daughter who she sent to school in France.

She screamed and cried out denials that her little girl was dead, this ultimately made the vote to pass the anti-werewolf law fail and was thrown out. Especially when it's strongest supporter ran out of the room and to her ruined office to cry and wail at the sight of her dead child's corpse being carried out by aurors.

Her grief didn't stop there as further investigation found deep wounds on her back forming words, 'No one is safe from the Overlord' it said but the worst part was when the med witches reported that the fifteen year old girl had been tortured and raped for days while Beauxbatons Academy of Magic stated that a woman matching Dolores' description picked her up and carried all the necessary forms and identification needed to take the girl home, saying that there had been an tragic death in the family.

While everyone felt bad for the young girl who had suffered such a fate, some caught the irony that the tragic death in the family happened to be the girl herself.

So now many people were afraid to go out now, fearing that they would end up as a new victim. But something that caught everyone's attention was the article claiming that Sirius Black was possibly getting a trial for the first time in years, as the Minister had just thrown the man in Azkaban without one.

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Curled up in a corner of his prison cell, Snuffles the dog, aka Sirius Black was awakened by a voice from his door.

"Mr. Black?"

Changing from his grim form, Sirius weakly looked at the man standing at the gate of his prison door.

"Mr. Black?" the man asked more forcibly.

"Y… yeah?" he croaked out, using his voice for the first time in years for something other than whimpering from the bad memories.

The man at the gate sighed in relief, "Good, your still with us," he muttered before moving back and turning to the side, talking to someone.

One of the few human guards here at the prison moved into view and unlocked the door before moving and allowing the other man in.

Sirius watched as the man moved in and knelt down next to him, "Mr. Black, I don't have much time to explain, I am Lord Matthew Greengrass here on behalf of Lord Greyheart. Soon, you will be taken to the Ministry of Magic for a real trial, tell them the truth about everything that happened that night over ten years ago. Also, Lord Greyheart asked me to give you this…"

Matthew handed him a small piece of parchment that had been folded many times, "I need to go now, remember, tell them everything and request Veritaserum, they can not refuse you that. I have to go…"

Sirius watched him leave and began to unfold the parchment before coming face to face with a small letter.

Your godson can't wait to see you, follow Lord Greengrass and he will bring you to me. I will take you to him. Also, do not listen to or trust Dumbledore at all.

Signed,

Lord Harrison J. Greyheart

PS: Drop the letter, it will burn in a moment.

Sirius quickly released the small letter just in time for it to burst into flames, leaving nothing behind.

To be continued…

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