The Rise of Overlord Vulcan - Rewrite!

by The Dark Dragen

Read as how a different history, having an imaginary twin sister at a young age, and a having a different life before Hogwarts changes Harry from a weak and lonely boy, to the most powerful Dark Wizard the world had ever seen - Overlord Vulcan. (Second Year Begins!) Please read and review. ON HOLD UNTIL MUSE RETURNS!

10. Chapter 8 - The Blood Stone - Part 2

Chapter Eight…

The Blood Stone - Part 2!

(Summers End!)

31st of July - Underground Asylum, Harry's/Maverick's Office:

Our chapter starts a few hours after Harry returned from Diagon Alley, and we find him in his office in the Underground Asylum. During his time back at Asylum, he created a small hidden room next to his office, it wasn't as good as Charlotte could do, but it fitted his needs: hiding his new pets until he could return to No 4 Privet Drive.

Harry's office was a basic size office, big enough for his needs, he could have up to six people, not counting his two enforcers that followed him around. It wasn't too stylish, as his main job was on the floor and didn't need to be in his office too often. But he would meet people here when he needed to, but he would often use one of the meeting rooms depending on what the meeting was about, as his room was more secure. He had a Communications Lacrima Crystal, so that he could keep contact with the others in the Underground Asylum.

For the last few hours he stayed in his office until the Asylum opened, during his time he had thought about how the day went. Sure he got his things, but the bloody Headmaster sent the groundskeeper who knew very little to get him and his things. Harry didn't know why, but this Dumbledore character wanted to limit what he learnt, and sent the fool Hagrid to do so. Even if that did work and Harry didn't learn anything from the groundskeeper, what was stopping him from going back to the Diagon Alley himself to get the books he needed to learn what he wanted to know? He wondered if everyone in the Wizarding World lacked common sense.

Although Hagrid wasn't useful in answering Harry's questions, Harry tried a few times to ask the half-giant a few questions but Hagrid wasn't able to answer them for whatever reason, he did learn something useful that day. And that was about the Houses at Hogwarts. Whilst Hagrid and the leaflet he picked up didn't say it. He got the basic idea of them: Hufflepuffs meant to be full of duffers, who were weak and useless, and could easily be taken advantage of and that is where you would end if you wasn't good enough for any other house. Ravenclaws meant to be the house of geeks and nerds, who were the teacher's pet sort of the school, caring mainly on doing well in class and learning what they could. The Gryffindors are meant to be the jocks of the school, those who love Quidditch more than anything. and like the attention, some of them weren't all that smart either and had no common sense when it came to danger. Slytherins were where all the stuck up rich Purebloods go, who think the rest of the world are below them, who were sneaky, underhanded and manipulative to get what they wanted - Slytherins are also considered as Dark Wizards, or future Dark Wizards.

As Harry sat there, Harry wondered which house would help him to further his plans, Slytherin was already out. Seeing that people considered them to be Dark Wizards, or future Dark Wizards, his every move would be monitored, something he didn't want. Hufflepuff was also out, as there were those who considered them as duffers, who people believed were weak and useless, and could easily be taken advantage of, and going into that he would be considered the same. Yes, he could fake it and make people think he was one, which would be ideal, but the problem was his temper. As soon as someone pissed him off, he would lose it and retaliate, blowing his cover and having people keeping an eye on him.

So there was only two houses he could considered going in, Ravenclaw and Gryffindor, both were ideal for him. With Ravenclaw, he could research new powers and gain the knowledge needed for his plans. And should he lose his temper, it wouldn't be too bad, then he would explain that he had a temper and would ask not to be bothered when he was upset. But the best bet was for him to be in Gryffindor, as people would suspect him to be in that house as his parents were in it, and thought that he should be too. Not only that, but as a Gryffindor they would suspect him to be a hothead with a short temper, so it wouldn't be a surprise he if lost his temper often. And seeing who his parents were, it wouldn't be much of a surprise if he hit the books more than the rest of the Gryffindors.

All in all, out of the four houses, Ravenclaw and Gryffindor was the best for him, and suited his needs. But seeing that he didn't know how people were sorted into these houses, all Harry could do for now was think and decide which house was best suited for his plans.

Not only that, but he made one quick stop to the bookshop in Diagon Alley as Maverick, to see if there was any books on this Overlord character. Sadly though, they didn't have such books, but he was told that if he wanted books on Overlord, he should try Knockturn Alley, as they had more range in books in the Dark Lords. But seeing that he had to deal with Underground Asylum tonight, he had to return there and get ready for the night. Harry smiled, the fools that were the Dursley didn't care what time he came home, as long as he left them alone, and that was thanks to the threats that he made over the years. Nowadays he could do whatever he liked, but the marks of what they did to him before he found out about magic was still there, and that he would never forget.

Checking the time, Harry saw that the Asylum had been open for the last time, and seeing this Harry changed into Maverick. As Harry changed into his alter ego, his Communications Lacrima Crystal went off, and as he pushed on the scene. Doing so Harry saw a purple skin girl on the Lacrima, seeing this Maverick asked with a smile, "Hey Blink, what's up?"

"Master Maverick, there's a Mystic High-Templar named Zatanna and a group of Mystic Knights here to see you." Blink explained, the reason that she called him Master, was because it was decided, when Lucy was around, by Blink, Lucy and Charlotte, that when he was Maverick, he should be called Master. As it would show people who was in charge of the Underground Asylum.

"So they've finally arrived." Maverick said with a sigh, he was suspecting them to come sooner or later. Although he hoped later, Maverick knew it would be sooner rather than later. He just hoped that his plan would work here, and they would be willing to agree with his idea. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine Master, the wards are holding up and they can't get to me." Blink explained to her friend, "But they are depending on me to send them to you so they can arrest you and close this place."

"We knew this day would come, tell High-Templar Zatanna that she and three of her people can meet me, but the rest need to wait outside." Harry told Blink. As he did, he saw Blink turn round and talked to High-Templar Zatanna, relaying what he said.

There were a few whispers on the other end of the Communications Lacrima. Maverick could hear Blink explaining to High-Templar Zatanna that unless she agreed, she would teleport all of them out of there and they would never get back in as easy as they did. Blink told Zatanna that the only reason that they were allowed in now, was because her Master wanted to talk to them, otherwise they wouldn't be there. After a few minutes, Blink turned back round to face the Communications Lacrima and said, "High-Templar Zatanna doesn't like the idea, but she is interested in what you want to say, and if it makes things easier and this doesn't lead into a fight, she agrees to meeting you."

"Good, in that case give me a few minutes and open a portal into my office." Maverick ordered Blink.

"Yes Master." was all Blink said as the Communications Lacrima went blank.

As the Communications Lacrima went blank, Maverick called out, "Warchief, Dante, come in here please."

And with that two people came into his office, the first person was known as Warchief, he looked like an orc. He was seven foot tall with green skin, long black hair, and wore black plate armour with numerous gold coloured studs and trimmings decorating it, and he carried a warhammer on his back.

The person next to him was a white haired man known as Dante, he wore red pants, covered sans his crotch and rear by a long, black leather motorcycle chaps featuring a brown cowboy boot design around the ankles. He had black, loafer looking boots, and black gloves exposing his knuckles and index finger on each hand, and his pants were wrapped with a black belt featuring a silver emblem decorated with a demonic skull. His coat was a red-coloured short sleeved two-tailed coat, with numerous gold coloured studs decorating the shoulders, collar, and chest, and a single zipper on the front. Underneath the coat was a black, zipped up undershirt with three clasps closed together with ornate, golden buckles, and medium length sleeves that could be seen passing his shoulders. The undershirt was zipped up to just below his neck, and featured an upturned collar which complemented the one on his coat. On his back was a huge scythe.

Anyway as Warchief and Dante entered the room, Warchief said, "You called Boss?"

"Yes I'm suspecting a group of Mystic Knights any second, and I want you two in here just in case they decide to make problems." Maverick explained to his enforcers.

"Of course Boss, but do you think they will?" Dante asked.

"No I don't, but they are here to arrest me and close us down." explained Maverick, "And whilst they follow the law unlike us, there could be one of them who wants to make a name for themselves, and they might be trigger happy. So I would like to be careful."

The two enforcers nodded at this, their boss was making a name for himself in the underworld, as he was setting up a natural place. A place where people's beliefs, jobs, affairs and such remained at the doors. Anyone is welcome at the Asylum, even the cops and other law enforcers were allowed here as long as they kept their jobs at the door. The enforcers knew of rival gangs often coming here, ones that hated each other, and as long as they kept their affairs at the door, they were welcome there. And if, like a few already found out, they made a problems for the Asylum, the two enforcers would deal with them and if they didn't calm down, they would be thrown out.

Either way as they were thinking about this, they saw a purple portal open and four people came out of it. The lead person of the Mystic Knights, was a tall blue haired lady, who entered the room and said to Maverick, "Maverick, you are under arrest for illegal gambling, illegal selling of alcohol, a number of sexual crimes, child sexual abuse, sex trafficking, and solicitation to name a few, there is more which we'll name later on. Will you come quietly, or will we have a problem."

"Welcome Mystic High-Templar Zatanna, please take a seat and we can talk about this." Maverick said with a smile as he offered Zatanna a chair.

"And what should I sit down for?" asked the blue haired lady, "There's nothing to talk about. We're here to arrest you and close down your establishment."

"You see, we might have a problem with that." Maverick said knowingly.

"What do you mean by that?" asked the High-Templar.

"You see other than illegal gambling and selling of alcohol, I've done nothing wrong really." Maverick said with a smirk.

"What are you talking about, we know that you own the Underground Asylum, and everything in it." said Zatanna.

"Whilst it is true that I do own the Underground Asylum, but whatever you heard about me owning everything in it is untrue." Maverick explained to the High-Templar, "As all I'm doing is providing a service, by renting out areas and rooms for people to use as they like. What they do with that is down to them, as long as I get the money, I don't care what they do with their rooms that they rented out. Does that make me a despicable, vile, loathsome, bastard, yes, but all I'm guilty of is illegal gambling and selling of alcohol. The worse I can get is a huge fine, and my club being closed down until I get the licences to gamble and to sell alcohol. For anything you might have on me, unless you got solid evidence that I do indeed run whatever happens in my Underground Asylum, you can't do much. In fact I've got all the contracts, reports and receipts to show that the rooms and areas that I have hired out." As Maverick said this, he summoned the contracts, reports and receipts from his bookshelf and give them to the High-Templar

"In the contracts you'll see that I put in a clause that says that I'm not liable as to what happens in the area I rent out," Maverick went on to explain to the High-Templar, as she sat down and read through the paperwork, "and other than fixing the place up whatever else happens is down to them. There is a part in the paperwork that for an extra fee, I'll sort out protection for them. Which is good for Madam Gaia's girls, as she hires me to look after her girls."

As Zatanna read the paperwork, one of the Mystic Knights with her, someone who wore a dark blue cloak asked, "Is he right Mystic High-Templar Zatanna? Is everything that happens in the Asylum other than the illegal gambling and selling of alcohol, down to those that rent his rooms and areas and not him?"

"It would seem so Mystic Knight Cloak, all the paperwork seems to be in order." High-Templar Zatanna admitted darkly. "Other than his illegal gambling and selling of alcohol, he has done nothing wrong as such. He is just an, an immoral despicable person, that is not caring about another person."

"I don't know about that," said Maverick, "the women and girls that work for Madam Gaia are a lot safer here than they would be on the streets. They don't have pimps that force them to sleep with men they don't want to, and they don't have to fear the pimps beating them up and using drugs to make them do things, or fear that their clients would beat them up unless they pay for that sort of thing."

"And what about when they leave here?" asked Zatanna, "Where do they sleep when they leave here? Do they go to school, or work?"

"I don't know to be honest, I never thought about it before." Maverick admitted honestly, this was the first time that he ever thought about such things. And in doing so, new ideas had begun to form in his head, not about Charlotte's girls, but others that work here. "It's not like I'm their warden or anything, I leave Madam Gaia to deal with them."

"You, you bloody immoral despicable person." said Zatanna, who was unable to think of anything else to call him at the moment.

"You already told me that," Maverick said with a sly smile, "but anyway, by closing down my place, you're missing out a golden opportunity."

"What opportunity would that be?" the High-Templar asked suspiciously.

"Whilst everyone here at Underground Asylum wears masks, when they get drinking, we'll just say that some interesting things can be learnt if the right ears hear about it." Maverick explained with a knowing smirk.

"So you're saying that if we don't close down your place, we can come in and find out whatever we want?" asked Zatanna.

"I didn't say such a thing," Maverick smirked knowing, "but if I was to stay open, I couldn't stop you from sending some undercover people here. And I can't stop them from learning what is said here and use it as they want. But I should warn you that I have one main rule here, you leave your life at the door. I don't care if you are a cop, a killer or whatever, you leave your business at the door. Should you cause any problems, starting fights, arresting people and such, we'll have a problem and either me, or one of my people will deal with you and throw you out."

"Say I was able to convince my people to let this hellhole to stay open, what would we get out of it?" Zatanna asked thoughtfully, whilst she didn't like the idea of doing so, the opportunity to be able to overhear something from the big time criminals was not something she could miss out on. She knew that the big time criminals, both magical and non-magical, were slowly coming here. As they knew that they could safely talk here, without fear of people bugging their meetings and getting caught. So this opportunity was something they could not pass up on easily.

"You can't be seriously thinking about agreeing to this Mystic High-Templar Zatanna?" Mystic Knight Cloak asked in disgust, as the very thought made him ill.

"And why shouldn't she?" Maverick asked with a smirk, "It is known as throwing back the small fish to get the bigger fish, it happens in the police at times. Anyway, to sweeten the deal, I'll inform you of any threats I can forward to you without risking it coming back to the Asylum. In fact, I can inform you about an attack that is planned for the first of September, on the Hogwarts Express. I only know thanks to over hearing some of the drunks from their earlier meeting, they were part of a group known as the Acolytes."

"Why are you telling us this?" asked a shocked Zatanna, not sure if she believed him or not.

"Because large scales death is bad for business, especially when children is involved, so I'm more than happy to inform you lot if any problems like that occur." Maverick explained to the group. But that wasn't the only reason why he was telling them this, seeing as he would also be on the train, and because he didn't know the numbers, he didn't want risk his own life in fighting them if he could have others to do so.

"Hmm, in this case until I speak to the others in the Mystic Council, and talk about your idea, your arrest is on hold." Zatanna said darkly, not liking the idea at all, but his production was not something they could take lightly and needed to be talked about. "But be warned that should we decide to to arrest you anyhow, or your information is false, I'll be back and we will be more than happy to arrest you and close down this abyss of yours."

"If that's the case I'll wish you luck." Maverick said with a smile, knowing that by the time they would come back to arrest him, he wouldn't be there. And not only that, he was hoping to open the main Asylum soon and so it would make it hard for the Mystic Knights to find. Although Zatanna calling it abyss gave him some thoughts about renaming it to The Abyss instead, he would have to think about it.

For now he watched as the unhappy Mystics left the place, whispering about how unhappy they were of the outcome. With Zatanna snapping at them saying that she wasn't happy about it either, but as crime fighters, be it magical or non-magical, they would at times have to make deals with scumbags like Maverick, to get the worse lot out there. With them gone, he and the two enforcers left the office and made their rounds through the Asylum.

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13th of August:

It has been two weeks since Harry dealt with the Mystic Knights as Maverick, and so far he hadn't heard from them. He suspected that they were either still deciding to agree with working with his idea, or they were waiting to see if what he said was true, before deciding on his idea. Either way it was all good for Harry, as it would give him more time to get the main Asylum ready, or as he and Charlotte decided to call it The Abyss. He had heard from the Goblins that his items would be ready sometime early September, so if worse comes to the worse, he would only close down for a short while until he could sort a few things out so it would be harder for the Mystic Knights to find them.

He really hoped that they would take his warning on the attack seriously, as he was not foolish to think that he could fight them all himself. He was sure that if he did, he would be dead within moments of starting the fight. Not until he learnt to fight against a large group, he would not do well in such fights. Which is why he had Bowser find someone to teach him to fight in a large group. Harry was surprised that Bowser did not only found someone to teach him to fight against a group, but someone to teach him how to use blades, seeing that he (Harry) wanted to use more than daggers but wasn't sure how to without looking like a fool. But Bowser warned Harry that the blade master was a bit extravagant when it came to teaching, but he wouldn't say how.

So here he was on his Saturday afternoon, making his way to one of his training rooms to meet with Bowser and the blade master. On his way to the training area, he was stopped by Charlotte and Blink, who wanted a few words about his latest idea. Creating another area for those who have nowhere to live, and had no one to look out for them, a place where the young ones could go to school and such. Charlotte and Blink came to him, wanting to talk to him about a few designs that they wanted, but seeing that he had a meeting to attend to, he could give them a few moments of his time, and a few pointers as to what he wanted. He told them that he would talk to them later about it.

Once they left to get ready to open the Asylum that night, Harry thought back over the last two weeks. He had decided to take a break from training, so that he could begin reading the books for his classes, and start learning more about the Wizarding World. So once the Asylum closed for the night, he went back to the Dursleys. As he got there, his uncle instantly hated that he'd brought back his owl and Tigran, seeing that Vernon didn't want any more freakish things in his house.

Harry chuckled as he remembered how the fool tried to attack Aneira and Hedwig in an attempt to kill them, before Harry could make his move, Aneira transformed from her cat form into her Tigran form and stood in front of him, ready to attack should Vernon try to do anything. Vernon paled at the sight and decided as long as they kept out of the Dursleys way, Harry could keep them.

Harry named her Aneira from reading The Rise and Fall of Dark Lords through the Ages, Aneira was a Dark Witch in the 1400's, it also meant snow and Harry thought it was a pretty name for her. As for Hedwig, he found her name in A History of Magic. It just seemed to jump out at him, and Hedwig was very pleased with the name so they kept it.

Over the last two weeks Harry was reading Hogwarts: A History and The Rise and Fall of Dark Lords through the Ages. In fact The Rise and Fall of Dark Lords through the Ages was Harry's favorite, it had loads of information on the Dark Lords and what they did during their time. Harry knew that it was strange to like the concept of being a Dark Lord, but Harry did; to him they represented freedom. Free from being chained down by what people thought of them, free from rules and what people expected. A part of him wouldn't have minded becoming a Dark Lord, but another part of him didn't. That hesitant part realized how lonely such a life would be, as you wouldn't have any real friends, and would probably end up becoming paranoid, fearing betrayal constantly.

Harry's thoughts were interrupted as he entered the training area that he was going to meet Bowser and the blade master in, then he heard someone say, "You're late boy." The voice came from the centre of the room, they person was a shorter than average wide at the shoulder black hair streaked with grey styled in a small poof with a neat goatee. He was wearing dark gray wool tunic with green stripes, and he had gray cotton trousers, he was also holding a pair of slender wooden swords."Tomorrow you will be here at midday." Whoever this person was, he had an accent of some sort.

But being called boy and being told where to be tomorrow, didn't seat well with Harry, and so he asked darkly, "Who the bloody hell are you to tell me I'm late, and were I should be tomorrow?"

Instead of answering, the stranger whacked Harry on the back of his head with one of the wooden swords, this only made Harry give him dark look, as he summoned a fireball within his hand, ready to attack the stranger. The only reason that he did not attack, was he heard chuckles within the shadows.

It was Bowser, his hair was short, it had two shades of gray, lighter at the sides and darker at the top. Bowser wasn't what you would expect a man of his age to be like, he had a body of a bodybuilder. When he walked his muscles would ripple. He wore a business suit.

"Harry, this is Syrio Forel, he's your new Blade Master," explained Bowser, "he'll be teaching you how to use a sword and other blades."

"Thank you Bowser, but I'll take it from here." explained Syrio.

"I think I'll stay and watch if you don't mind." said Bowser. The truth was, he wanted to make sure Harry didn't do anything stupid, he knew that Harry had a temper and seeing how Syrio teached, Bowser was worried that Harry would retaliate. So until the young boy got used to the way the Blade Master taught, he would stay and watch.

"As long as you don't try and interfere I don't mind." said Syrio, before turning to Harry, "Whilst Bowser called me your Blade Master, I'm in going to be your Dancing Master." He tossed Harry one of the wooden blades. Harry tried to grabbed for it, but yet missed, and heard it clatter to the floor. "Tomorrow you will catch it. Now pick it up, without the aid of your magic."

It was not just a stick, but a true wooden sword complete with grip and guard and pommel. Harry picked it up and clutched it nervously with both hands, holding it out in front of him. It was heavier than it looked, much heavier than anything he used to holding without the help of his magic.

The Blade Master clicked his teeth together. "That is not the way, boy. That's not a greatsword that needs two hands to swing it. You will take the blade in one hand."

"It's too heavy," Harry told the man, "are you expecting me to hold something as heavy as this? And I have to ask why do you call yourself a Dance Master when you're a Sword Master, teaching me how to use a sword not to dance."

Syrio once again whacked Harry on the back of his head with his wooden sword, being hit with the sword again and being called boy, was getting to him. As the flame in his hand reappeared, before he could do anything Bowser called out, "Harry calm yourself, he is here to teach you how to use swords and other blades, this is the way he teaches. So calm yourself."

Harry slowly take a few deep breaths as Syrio said, "Bowser, I thought I told you not to interfere."

"You did, but you need to understand that if I didn't say something, he would have gotten out of hand and you don't know what he is like when that happens." Bowser explained to the so called Dance Master, "At the moment he doesn't respect or trust you, need to earn that from him and then you can help him with his training. You need to give him time, and try and not call him boy too much, it brings back bad memories and feelings . So bare with him."

Syrio Forel sighed, this isn't what he used to, he was forty-one year old and normally the people that he trained would respect him, in fact he demanded to be respected. Syrio came from one of the hidden magical Greek islands, known as Braavos. Braavos was instead two years before Albert Lincoln passed the bill to free all the slaves, after rising in rebellion and taking control of a large slaver convoy bound for a newly established colony known at the time as Sothoryos. Led by Moonsingers of the Jogos Nhai, they settled on a distant island, in the middle of the Aegean Sea.

Because they had risked their lives in the name of freedom, the founders of Braavos vowed that no man, woman, or child in the city should ever be a slave, thrall, or bondsman. This became the First Law of Braavos, engraved in stone on the arch that spanned across the Long Canal.

For centuries it was called the Secret Island and remained relatively unknown to the rest of the world, with ships carrying false charts and practicing deceit when questioned about their home port, for more than a century. But seeing that they needed to keep up with the times, so the leader of the island at the time Lord Uthero Zalyne sent forth his ships to select islands around the world, inviting men to celebrate the 111th festival of the city's founding. In the hope to connect to the world, and so not to fall behind the rest of the world as the times changed.

Over the years Braavos was one of the few places where Magical Beings could go to, a safe haven, for those who were trying to escape being turned into slaves by the rest of the Magical World, because of what they were. And to this day, only the Magical World knows about the existence of Braavos, and they still use false charts and practicing deceit when questioned about their home port when dealing with the Muggle World.

Now before Syrio Forel left Braavos, he was the First Sword of Braavos, who is the chief protector of Lord of Braavos (the ruler of Braavos) at the age of twenty one when the old First Sword of Braavos, his father, died protecting the current Lord of Braavos. Whoever becomes the First Sword of Braavos are thought to be the finest swordsman in Braavos, and would have to be as he is the most observant of the Braavos, and must be able to protect the Lord of Braavos from threats seen, and unseen. Syrio become the First Sword of Braavos, not only because who his father was, but because he was able to conjure all sorts blades as he liked, so he would never be unarmed, and the blades could be made from not only metal, but any element that Syrio wanted, just like his father could do.

By the age of thirty, Syrio had served the Lord of Braavos for nine years, but decided it was time for a change in his life, and to see the world. And so he left Braavos to see the world, going from country to country, hiring out his skills as a Blade's Master to teach those who want to learn the way of the sword. He became well known within the circles of royalty and noblemen, he gained the trust and respect of many, and so he demanded to be respected by others because of this.

But here Syrio Forel was, the former First Sword of Braavos, teaching a brat that would not respect him as he hadn't earned the boy's respect nor trust. Normally he would kick the brat in the ass and leave him be, if he wasn't going to respect him. But he owed Bowser. When he first left Braavos, the former First Sword of Braavos went to one of the underground casino that Bowser ran in New York, to earn some money. But his luck wasn't with him that week, and he got into debt big time, owning the casino about two hundred thousand dollars.

But when Bowser learnt who he was, the Pit Boss made a deal with him, in return for clearing the debt up, the former First Sword of Braavos, would have to do a few favours for Bowser. Seeing his honour was at stake, Syrio agreed to the deal. It was a good thing too, as Bowser hooked him up with a few people who hooked him up with other people, and soon his name became known to royalty and noblemen. Sure some of these royalty and noblemen, weren't good people, but he was teaching them how to use a sword, what they do in their own time was their own business, was none of his business.

Over the years, Bowser called in the favours that he owed to the man, which is why he was here today, teaching a brat who doesn't know or respect him. If he did this, his debt would be cleared if he trained this Harry Potter for the next year or so. Syrio vowed he would get this person's respect. even if it killed him. Because he was Syrio Forel, the former First Sword of Braavos, and he demanded respect. For now though, he had his work cut out for him…

"It is as heavy as it needs to be to make you strong, and for the balancing. A hollow inside is filled with lead, just so." As he said that, he flipped the sword into the air and made it land on the back of his hand, "One hand is all it needs. And for me sword and dance is the same thing," Syrio explained with a sigh, "both need excellent footwork, balance and hand eye coordination, as one mistake could be the death of you if you're not careful. I have taught myself how to dance so I could be a better swordsman, which is why I consider myself a Dance Master rather than Blade's Master. Now I explained myself, now show me how you hold the sword handle."

Harry took his right hand off the grip and wiped his sweaty palm on his pants. He held the sword in his left hand. Syrio seemed to approve. "The left is good. All is reversed, it will make your enemies more awkward. Now you are standing wrong. Turn your body side face, yes, so. You are skinny as the shaft of a spear, do you know. That is good too, the target is smaller. Now the grip. Let me see." As he said this, he moved closer and moved Harry's body in the right place, and prying his fingers apart, rearranging them. "Just so, yes. Do not squeeze it so tight, no, the grip must be dealt with delicately."

"What if I drop it?" Harry asked, feeling that this way would make him drop the sword.

"The blade must be a part of your arm," the man told him. "Can you drop a part of your arm? No. You wouldn't know this, as you don't know much of the Wizarding World, but for nine years Syrio Forel was first sword to the Sealord of Braavos, he knows these things. Listen to him, boy."

"It's Harry, not boy." Harry objected angrily, if Bowser wasn't there, he would have fried this mad man into ashes, he hates it when someone calls him boy.

"It doesn't matter what I call you," Syrio Forel said. "you're a sword, that is all." He clicked his teeth together. Syrio then said as Harry got the grip right, "Just so, that is the grip. You are not holding a battle-axe, you are holding a needle. Now we will begin the dance. Remember, child, this is not the iron dance of what I know as the Westeros, we are learning, the knight's dance, hacking and hammering, no. This is the bravo's dance, the water dance, swift and sudden. All men are made of water, do you know this? When you pierce them, the water leaks out and they die. Now tell me, Bowser has told me that you want to able to fight a large group of people, is this right?"

"Not that I want to, but I fear that I might have to." Harry admitted to the man.

"In that case you'll die," the 'Dance Master' told Harry darkly, "at your age and how you are so far, you'll die within minutes if you dare try and fight a large group. For now all you can do is take down the person who is leading the group, as without the leader, most people won't know what to do. So I'll teach you how to defeat that person first, and then I'll teach you how to defeat a group, should you live that is." He took a step backward, raised his own wooden blade. "Now you will try to strike me."

And Harry did try and strike the ass. He tried for the next four hours to strike him, until every muscle in his body was sore and aching, while Syrio Forel clicked his teeth together and told him what to do. Not once was he able to land a strike on Syrio.

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1st of September:

Young Harry Potter was sitting in a car that Bowser set up for him to take Harry to King's Cross Station. It has been a long painful few weeks thanks to his training with the 'Dance Master' Syrio Forel, but it was worth it though, as if the Mystic Knights didn't take his warning seriously, he would be able to defeat the leader of the attack and stop them group hurting the students on the train.

Either way, because of his training with Syrio and reading his books, he couldn't spend as much time running the Asylum as he wanted to. So he had given the reign of the club to Bowser sooner than planned, which would have been the night before going to Hogwarts. But giving control over to Bowser sooner, gave Harry more time to do the last minute things he needed to learn about the Wizarding World and learn his sword training.

Over the last two weeks, whilst he didn't trust or was loyal to the man, after many painful sessions with him Harry did gain respect for Syrio. If there is one thing he could say about Syrio, that was he knew his stuff when it comes to blades and how to wield them.

During those two weeks, there was a meeting that Harry had to go to as Maverick as Bowser couldn't go, it was a meeting with the Acolytes. It would seem that although there were many groups of them, they all were being controlled by one person, a Dark Priestess who they called Mistress Averna.

It would seem that this Mistress Averna, wanted Maverick to join her ranks, as she had heard about what he was doing, and saw great potential in him. Whilst it seemed to be a great idea, there was the problem that not only did he not trust the Acolytes, he would not allow himself to bow down to anyone when it was he who wanted people to bow down to him. And joining this Dark Priestess's ranks would mean he would have to bow down to her. So he politely but firmly told the Acolyte, that whilst they were welcome to use the Asylum for their meetings, he would not join the Dark Priestess. To make a point, he showed off a bit of his power, and let the Acolyte know that whilst he had no interest in fighting them, or the Dark Priestess, should he be pushed, he would do what he had to do.

Whilst Harry was reading up on Hogwarts and the Wizarding World, he brought a book on the Overlord character that the Wand Maker Ollivander told him his wand used to belong to. The book that he got was called TheHistoryoftheOverlords.

From what Harry read, there could be only one Overlord at a time and no one knew for sure how someone was chosen to become an Overlord… but it's said that they were picked by some sort of powerful crystal that was called the Tower's Heart. It was never said how this crystal picked the new Overlord, some say that they were known for being Evil for evil's sake; they didn't have sappy back stories (though some did, but that was more life's fault) or were shunned as children, or raped, or some other reason for turning evil; they were just born that way. Some said they had some evil deep within them, waiting for it to be awakened somehow. Normally, these people often needed to nearly die and become the Overlord before that evil was unleashed. Either way, the Overlords lived lives dedicated to the cause of Evil; no matter how minor the act they always enjoyed acts of wrongdoing and general badness.

The book talked a bit about the past Overlords and the history behind them. Whilst Harry wasn't bother all about the past history of each Overlord, he was interested to learn that the Overlord's came from Earthland. Earthland was a world hidden hundreds of miles beneath the world, protected by magic from the hate. It was said that the Overlord base of operation was on a small island known as Spree Island, in a place known as the Dark Tower. Unlike the Dark Lords from his realm, the Overlords don't really have human followers but creatures known as Minions, otherwise known as Gremlins.

The Minion race is split up into four types called Tribes: the Brown Tribe, were melee fighters and strong, they would fight anything in their path. The Red Tribe, were the Archers of their kind, although weaker than the Brown Tribe, they could throw fireballs and were resistant to fire. The Green Tribe, were the ninja's of their kind, they were slightly stronger than reds and are valued for their stealth, ability to pass through poison gas, and absorb poison clouds. The last of the Minion Tribes were the Blue Tribe, these are the weakest of the Overlord's minions. However, they were the only Tribe who able to swim where all other minions would drown. They can also revive dead minions, and they also have the advantage of magic attacks allowing them to attack ethereal enemies, like wisps and ghosts. Harry read that as long as the Overlord got the nests for the Tribes, and enough life-force that creates them, the Overlord could make as many as he wanted.

Harry read about a few of the Overlords, many having their own pasts and reasons for why they were defeated. His favorite was the sixth Overlord, the Fire Elemental that Ollivander talked about. Normally the Overlords just stayed within Earthland, and tried to take it over, leaving the outer world alone.

But the sixth Overlord, like the fourth, tried to move away from Earthland to something bigger and better, and so tried to take on the outer world. Harry could sympathize with this, he too wanted something more, something bigger and better. As Harry read about the Overlords and their power he dreamt what it would be like if he were an Overlord, to have the power to gain something more, the power to take over the world.

Oh how Harry wished that his sister was still there, she would have liked the idea of these Overlords, she would encourage to find Earthland and find a way to gain the power of the Overlord. He knew that, no matter what, with her there he knew he could do anything. He could become a Dark Lord, even an Overlord, and wouldn't have to worry about anything; he wouldn't worry about betrayal, loneliness, nor would he have to worry about incompetent followers. With Lucy, Charlotte and Blink, he could feel he could do anything. But with Lucy, he didn't know why, he felt as if he could do anything by his side.

Thinking about Lucy, it reminded him of the last month. He'd been trying to learn all his first year spells wandlessly, but for some reason he couldn't. He tried many times, but the results were dismal. That was when he realized how much he relied on Lucy for help in training in his magic. Sure he had Charlotte, Blink and Bowser to help him, but he was surprised how much she knew what to say and how to help him, especially considering she only had access to his knowledge, but she knew what he needed to learn to master his skills, or at the very least knew how to work it all out. It was after some thought that he came up with a reason why she knew these things, although she was only an imaginary sister, she was also part of his magic and that's why she could inform him about his surroundings when he couldn't see anything. So, seeing as she was part of his magic, Lucy would know how or had a rough idea of how to help him train.

As he thought about it more, more he wanted Lucy back, to have his back, the one person who started him on the road he was on. And so on the way to King's Cross Station, he made a vow to himself, he would find a way to bring Lucy back from the deep part of his mind where he believed she was in a deep sleep, and make her real. And so for the remainder of the drive to King's Cross Station, that's all Harry thought about.

To be Continued!

Author's Note: Here ends the second part of the new saga of The Blood Stone Saga, I would like to thank you for reading it, and I hope that you enjoyed the chapter. This is a new chapter to show how the summer ended after going shopping for his school things. I didn't realize 'til now, but the chapters this story has been much smaller the the original one, and for that I am sorry, it wasn't planned like that just something that happened. But I'm hoping that after the first year they'll get bigger, so here's hoping.

Now I had someone who suggested that I should use Confundus Charm to help turn Harry's friends to his side, as not all of them would agree with Harry and his plans. I can't remember fully what the reviewer said, so if it is you please remind me, and if not I would like ideas as to how to use the Confundus Charm on his friends. Do you think I should do it, and if so or not, tell me your reasons why.

I also got a review that I would like help with, here is part of it: You have each of the outcasts have something about them that, either privately or publicly makes them outcasts. Each of them have some personal reason to want to join the group. So that the group are not outcasts because they side with Harry, but because they each have something about them that makes them different from the norm, the norm that they would want to be free from.

And so other than asking for help with how to use the Confundus Charm on Harry's friends, I would like help with how each of his friends could be different from the others that would make themselves as an outcast in some way should people learn people learn about it.

I'm also still looking for ideas for pranks, and I hope you can help with this as I'm wanting a few magical and non-magical ones.

Either way, I would like to thank you once again for reading and I hope you spare a few minutes to leave a review and let me know what you think of the chapter, and any ideas you might have for the future chapters, and any powers you would like to be used in the story.

Next time on Rise of Overlord Vulcan: In the next chapter, I'll be clearing up a few things, as during writing this chapter, I got a few ideas that I would have put in sooner if I thought about it. One is a meeting with the Mystic Knights, and making a deal with them. Other than that we'll have to wait and see. But we'll also see a new female Mystic, that'll be part of Harry's group.

Syrio Forel: Yes this character comes from the Games of Thrones, and so does where he comes from, but with a few changes to fit this story. This character was brought to my attention, and asked to be put into the story by DylanTheDemon, as a teacher to teach Harry how to learn to fight with the blades. So seeing I needed someone to teach him how to sword fight, I was more than happy to add this character, I hope you like what I have done.