A Selfish Man:
AN: Answering my first reviewer: Rose had heard rumors that Voldemort was the Overlord, so if he used his Minions, wouldn't there be facts instead of rumors? But why wouldn't he use them? You'll get the answer eventually, but it's pretty obvious actually... Also, the whole 'making him a Gary Sue' thing... Not completely but.. That was the plan all along. Sorry if you don't like it.
Also, I realized that I didn't give Velvet and Rose a last name in the last chapter... So I just threw one in there as if you already knew it. Don't worry, I made sure it wasn't confusing.
Disclaimer: I do not own any part of the Harry Potter universe or of the Overlord franchise. This story is written for my pleasure and yours, so I make no money from it.
Chapter 2: I Will be Durmstrang's Champion
"Mastah! Mastah!"
The squeaky voice did wonders in walking Harrison up, but it also pissed the eight year-old off. He had a horrible headache, concentrated on the right side of his forehead, and couldn't really remembered what was going on. So he did what he always did, when something angered him, he got up and punched the speaker.
The Brown Minion rolled on the floor but the green eyed boy was no longer looking at him. He now had his eyes focused on a very old Minion, Gnarl, who was smiling at him, showing too many teeth for such a small mouth.
He frowned at his head servant's happiness until he remembered just what they were doing. And sure enough, when Harrison looked around, he found a bound and gagged Minion, with glowing green eyes, struggling against the chains that held him. The young Overlord lifted himself from the floor and checked the gauntlet on his arm, it emitted a dark red mist and Harrison walked towards his target.
He lifted his right hand, as if to seize the struggling Brown, before tugging on the cloth that was used to keep the creature from speaking.
"You will release me at once, child." the little imp said, in a low and dangerous voice, nothing like the squeaks that usually came from the creature's mouths.
But the eight year-old smirked at him, mocking him and asked "Why should I?"
The Brown growled at him and shouted "Because I AM LORD VOLDEMORT! You impudent boy! You will release me and I will find a way to undo my servants mistake!"
The smirk was still on Harrison's face when he spoke "There was no mistake, because Gnarl is no longer your servant. I, Harrison James Potter, am the Overlord now."
"What?!" the possessed Minion snapped, before turning to the old Minion Master "You reached creature, you dare betray me!? I will end you!"
And Gnarl answered with just as much venom in his voice "We can't betray you, Riddle, because you were never a real Overlord! You never lead us Minions into combat, pillage or Evil!" then he shrugged his shoulders and looked away "Besides, a real Overlord would know that betrayal is expected from Evil." he commented, almost to himself.
Just as the chained Minion was about to bark something back, he was backhanded by Harrison's gauntlet. There wasn't much strength in the blow, the boy was eight after all, but the fact remained that nobody had touched Voldemort in more then thirty years.
"I will not be ignored." the boy announced, before grabbing the Minion's small throat and squeezing until the creature choked "Did you know that I had a piece of your soul inside my head?" he asked the former Overlord.
Voldemort couldn't even turn his head enough to look at Harrison, but he would never imagine the face of bright child curiosity that he would have found. The boy didn't seem to care if he was killing something, it was almost as if he thought it was normal. Or if he was used to do it, considering he didn't even stop talking and had enough strength to do so.
"It's how the Minions found me, with my, muggle, aunt's family. They say I was locked in a cupboard beneath the stairs and I must have been what...? Two at the time?" he asked, looking at Gnarl who just smiled and nodded "Yes, two. Still, they quickly destroyed the Anti-Dark Creature Ward and marched into the house. Killed the muggles and kidnapped me. You should hear old Gnarl telling this story, they fought so well against Dumbledore and his followers... If only they had an Overlord to lead them... But, I'm here now so we'll be alright." he assured the creature with a smile, alternating between strong and light grips so the Minion wouldn't die "Well... Me, Gnarl and the Minions will be alright... You are a dead man, Riddle."
Then, the same dark red fog from before appeared on the hand surrounded the Dark Lord's throat "Still, I told Gnarl to get hid of your soul and he came up with an awesome idea! Have you possesses a Minion and I'll use the Minion Spell, to steal all your power." he explained, with a pleasant smile on his face "We'll do the same to all your other Soul Anchors and... I should have timed this better."
The Minion/Dark Lord he was talking to was dead now and Harrison could fell his power almost double. Sure, it was only a seventh of Voldemort's soul but it was still a lot of power for an eight year-old.
Slow footsteps brought the boy's attention to Gnarl before the Minion Master spoke "Worry not, young Master. You just need a little more practice in your Evil speeches. The timing of your spell was great! And so was everything before it, you just had to speak your last lines a little faster."
The young boy sighed to himself, before shrugging his shoulders "Well, I'll probably get plenty of practice. We can do this five more times right?"
"Yes, that is correct, sire. Now, shall we test your new limits, young Master?"
Harrison's eyes opened slowly as he woke up. He felt well rested and in a very good mood, he did dream of one of his fonder memories. Looking to his right, the young man was able to see very little, since he didn't have his glasses. There seemed to be plenty of golden hair sprawled over his chest coming from a head resting on his shoulder.
The woman's name was Clair, if he wasn't mistaken. A rather pretty twenty three year-old with green eyes and a light, smooth skin that Harrison wouldn't forget for sometime.
Being a prideful creature, Harrison refused to pay or... Take what he wanted, when it came to women. He always relied on his natural charisma, coupled with a small charm to have everyone think he had an acceptable age to enter the bar or club, to get who he wanted. Then, another small charm so that the girl wouldn't notice that they traveled to his home by portal and so she would see the minions as maids, butlers and pets.
And then, came his enjoyment.
Nevertheless, Harrison was done with Clair now. So he pointed his index finger at the girl, his hand still covered by the gauntlet that he never removed, and spoke. Loudly and clearly, the young man said "Stupefy."
After a flash of bright, red light, Clair's peaceful slumber gave way to simple unconsciousness.
Harrison got out of bed calmly but without delay. Not at all bothered by his lack of clothing, he called for a minion and three of the creatures stumbled into the room.
He eyed them for a moment, waiting for the little imps to stop staring at the naked girl on his bed. When they remembered their Overlord, the three Browns turned quickly "Put her clothes back on, then put her into the Tower Portal." he ordered, knowing the gate would just drop her off where Harrison had picked her up.
He somewhat hoped the Tower hadn't corrupted her too much, but he knew that without any Occlumency the girl had little chance of resisting. It was unlikely that she would ever think of Harrison, or last night as a whole, as anything other then perfect but there was little chance of her becoming obsessed. After all, he had not aided the Tower in the corruption, like he had done with Velvet and Rose. It was quite a bit of work, to drill small wholes in their Occlumency shields while he spoke, without them noticing it. But it worked, and now every time they he brought the pair down here, the corruption would get stronger and stronger. Much like Riddle had done to the Lestranges and his other, more... Devoted Death Eaters.
Clenching his armored fist, Harrison summoned his armor and walked out of the room, not even considering looking back. His mind already on the day ahead, the day that would end with him, and a good amount of Durmstrang's students, in Hogwarts.
Harrison's first day at Hogwarts was much like his first day at Durmstrang. The student body was definitely impressed, if not by his skill then by the two girls hanging on his arms, the faculty didn't bother him and all was going according to plan. Though he had to admit, he was not expecting the Potion Master, of all people, to recognize him as Harry Potter. He took one look at Harrison and glared, widened his eyes and let out a deep breath at the same time. It was quite a sight to behold.
Luckily, the man, Severus Snape, didn't spread the word. The only person that seemed to have gotten the information was the old Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, who watched Harrison very carefully every time they were in the same room. And those two were not people he need to impress with his entrance, so there was no issue. An entrance he was going to do right now. During the Halloween feast, by been selected as a Triwizard Champion.
The young man didn't even consider that the Goblet would chose someone else. He supposed he could have ordered Karakroff to prevent the other Durmstrang students from trying to enter the tournament, at least Krum, who would be the biggest threat. But sitting here, amongst the Slytherin students, the Overlord simply could not let go of his pride, or question if it had turned into arrogance.
Dinner was fine and dessert was excellent, both much better then what the Minions managed to cook. One of the reason Harrison had a House Elf. When everyone stopped eating, some were done and others just noticed that the feast was over, Rose whispered "Harrison, it's starting."
He gave a small smile at the redhead and, for the moment, ignored everyone else, much to Velvet's irritation.
"Well, the goblet is almost ready to make it's decision." Dumbledore announced, with a loud clear voice "I estimate that it requires one more minute. Now, when the champions' names are called, I would ask them please to come up to the top of the Hall, walk along the staff table, and go through into the next chamber where they will be receiving their first instructions."
With an exaggerated sweep of his wand arm, Dumbledore put out all the candles except the ones inside the carved pumpkins. He darkened the the hall considerably and set a tense and excited mood. The Goblet of Fire shone like a beacon in the darkness and after an almost painful minute, it's blue flames turned red and sparks flew high. The flames formed a whip that launched a charred piece of parchment high and Dumbledore caught with no hesitation.
He didn't look surprised by the name, which lead some to believe it was Krum "The champion for Durmstrang will be..." he took deep breath that confused many in the hall and continued "Harrison James Potter."
There three types of people in Durmstrang, amongst the students and the teachers. There were people feared Harrison, people who admired him and those did both. But that didn't matter right now, every student remembered Karakroff's clear instructions on how to act, no matter who was chosen to represent them. They cheered, shouted and stomped like mad men, and women. Rose and Velvet both gave Harrison quick kisses, drawing the hall's attention to the young man.
The Overlord acknowledged nobody. He got to his feet and walked towards the chamber where he was supposed to go. An impassive, confident, face was shown, along with fast and long strides. The other two schools just had time to realize who he was, and no time to do anything about it.
After closing the heavy doors behind him, so the noise from the Great Hall wouldn't disturb him, Harrison took a moment to think. He wondered who the other champions would be, though he had a pretty good guess concerning Beauxbatons.
The Goblet of Fire, according to Rose's research, chose the, simply put, best candidate. The superior being with the most qualities, like the ability to summon Minions at one's command. A Veela's allure was nothing to scoff at and so, unless the girl was much inferior to her classmates, it would definitely be her. As if she had waited for him to come to this conclusion, the beautiful blond girl walked in and looked right into his eyes.
The Overlord sent only a light Legilimency probe, but it was enough to see what she was thinking right now. The girl was proud, excited and nervous about the tournament. She was also very confused and a little impressed with Harrison.
"I thought 'Arry Potter was younger zeen me." she commented easily, showing that she was merely curious. Which the young man could easily see in the surface of her mind.
He smiled warmly at the girl and was pleased to detect that she thought it made him look 'beau', which he chose to translate as handsome "You are correct, I am only fourteen." then he closed his left eye and grimaced just a little "Though, I do prefer Harrison, Ms?"
"Oh, désolé!" she said, while her mind was trying to figure out how the young man, who looked just a little younger then her, was supposed to be three years younger "I am Fleur Delacour."
"A pleasure." Harrison told her, just as the door opened to admit another proud but nervous competitor. A Hufflepuff, if the Overlord wasn't mistaken. And he never was.
Along with Hogwarts champion came the Headmasters from the three schools, along with Ludo Bagman and Bartemious Crouch. Unfortunately for Harrison, all seemed to have at least moderate Occlumency shields. But that was fine, for now.
All eyes were on Harrison, though that didn't seem to truly bother the other two competitors. There was silence until Bagman spoke, almost vibrating with excitement "It is an honor to congratulate the three of you! Out of every member of your schools, you were chosen worthy of competing for Eternal Glory and a prize of a thousand galleons."
Harrison had little use for the gold, he never paid for what he wanted. The glory, however, was an integral part of his plan.
Fleur cared more for the fame, but couldn't forget the money so easily.
Cedric was not spoiled, but had never really lacked money so while a thousand galleons were comforting, he wanted the fame as well.
Each Headmaster took his place next to his or hers champion, though Dumbledore still watched Harrison out of the corner of his eye.
"The first task you will complete, will be a test of... Daring!" Bagman announced, clenching his fists in front of his chest "We will not tell you what it is, but you must have courage to face the unknown to triumph on the Triwizard Tournament."
Crouch, who was not looking very healthy, in Harrison's opinion, chose this moment to say his piece "The first task will take place on November the twenty-fourth, in front of the other students and the panel of judges. The champions are not permitted to ask for or accept help of any kind from their teachers to complete the tasks in the tournament." he explained clearly in a planned speech, with his mind in something else entirely " The champions will face the first challenge armed only with their wands. They will receive information about the second task when the first is over. Owing to the demanding and time-consuming nature of the tournament, the champions are exempted from end-of-year tests."
After that there was a rather odd conversation, with Dumbledore trying to convince the older crowd to have a drink, before leaving. Harrison quickly willed Karakroff to refuse and to excuse himself, taking the Durmstrang champion with him. Just as they left the room, the Overlord heard Bagman speaking.
"So that's why they suddenly demanded to lower the age, huh?"
As Harrison, Rose and Velvet sat down in the Slytherin for breakfast, the Overlord was pleased with the amount of staring and whispering. He had the attention of every wizard and witch inside the Great Hall.
His plan concerning the Durmstrang students had also worked. When he arrived at the ship the night before, Harrison was met with cheers and offers of support from every student that wasn't scared to death of him. Those just stayed out of the way, as they should.
Krum was, surprisingly, not bothered by the goblet's choice. Playing Quidditch must have given him a good amount of sportsmanship.
Rose and Velvet had spent a good part of the night on Harrison's room celebrating. Unfortunately, the Overlord hadn't gotten what he wanted yet but he felt no need to push, he was willing to wait for one of them to ask. Maybe plead, if he had enough patience.
His satisfied smirk turned into a serious look when he regarded the teen who chose to sit in front of him. Sleek white-blond hair, clear grey eyes, pale skin and pointed features. Draco Malfoy, if Harrison wasn't mistaken. The boy was making a very conscious effort not to stare at the two girls.
"Good morning?" he asked, starting the conversation by breaking whatever plan the Slytherin student had.
Still, the blond smiled and offered his hand "Of course, my name is Draco Malfoy." he said, and waited.
With no hesitation, the Overlord grasped the hand firmly and shook it hard. Malfoy had a weak grip, but Harrison chose not to push it "Harrison Potter, nice to meet a Malfoy. Your family is famous."
"We're one of the oldest wizard families and it's hard to find purer blood."
Harrison nodded in agreement, but said "True, but I was most impressed with your grandfather's... Creativity. A week before we came to Hogwarts we started studding one of the spells he created."
The message was clear to any who knew of Abraxas Malfoy, after all, the man had invented half a dozen curses. And nothing else. So, Velvet did her part "Oh, I remember that one. I think you were the first one to manage it, Harrison. Like always." she finished with a soft giggle that attracted plenty of eyes, many of the ones that belonged to the males, just couldn't look away.
"Well... It is my favorite type of magic, what about you, Draco?"
Very pleased with how the conversation was going, the Malfoy smiled and answered loudly "Yes, the Dark Arts are incredibility powerful."
Harrison smile almost faltered at the blond's lack of tact, there was a reason why he hadn't just come out and said it, but what was done was done "Agreed, now Draco can you tell me what do you guys do in Hogwarts in the weekends? I know I need to prepare for the tournament but I just want to enjoy today."
Talking to Draco Malfoy was, in Harrison's opinion, tiring. The blond was a good source of information, apparently being placed in the house of cunning by simple luck. Draco didn't think twice about answering any questions to get the Overlord's good side, and only asked a few. He also mentioned plenty of times that they had almost been classmates, since Lucius wanted to send his son Durmstrang.
Harrison's ego was also being treated well, especially since Draco's personal brutes, Crab and Goyle, followed him everywhere, while the Overlord was accompanied by Rose and Velvet.
It was just as they left lunch, that Rose spoke "Harrison, dear, do you think we could visit the library? I've heard Hogwarts's is twice the size of Durmstrang's."
Crab and Goyle visibly flinched, while Draco did a better job of hiding his aversion to the idea "And why do you need Harrison? Go read by yourself!" Velvet also didn't want to go.
Rose glared at the girl for a moment, from her spot on the Overlord's arm, and answered "I want his company."
"And if he doesn't want to go there?"
"That's why I asked!"
Before they could really start fighting, Harrison intervened "Calm down, both of you." he ordered, meeting both sets of eyes "I do want to go visit Hogwarts's library, so we will."
Rose smiled and Velvet scowled, but didn't let go of the young man's arm, while he turned to Draco "I can tell that the three of you don't want to spend more time there then you need. It's nothing new for you and won't be... Exciting. So we'll see you at dinner?" he asked, not if that was what was going to happen but if Malfoy was fine with that.
"Yeah, sure. See you later."
It wasn't long before the trio found the library, even if they had to ask a few students on the way. As soon as they entered the place they were met with the intense stare of an old witch, who stood behind a counter.
Approaching her and reading the name plate, Harrison spoke "Good afternoon, Madam Pince." he greeted.
"Mr. Potter." she nodded, glaring a little at all three, in turns "How can I help you?"
Smiling easily, he answered "I want to know, first, if I can make use of this library, since I am from another school. Also, what are the rules here?"
The stern witch didn't relax at all when she saw his smile, which was very rare "The Headmaster decided that all students from the visiting schools have the same right as Hogwarts's. You can only take one book at a time, before I trust you with more and they must be returned before two days pass. To take a book form the restricted section, you must have the name of the book and one of the professor's signatures. Also-"
"So, Severus, have managed to talk to Karakroff?"
Albus Dumbledore was, despite what many believed, an old and tired man. He had fought on two wars during his long life and had been preparing for a third one for thirteen years now. But there's nothing he could do about that, he knew personally the dangers of power and simply couldn't trust someone else to wield too much of it. Not someone who had not been scarred by it like Albus himself.
He was now meeting with his most trusted spy and one of his oldest friends, both members of the Order of the Phoenix, to discuss the greatest threat to the current peace in the wizard's world. Voldemort.
The younger, of the three man, shook his head in frustration and answered "No. The wards won't let me enter the boat! Just a few hours ago I received a message from him. It said that two people like us couldn't risk having secret meetings."
"If I were to catch two people with the Dark Mark plotting I would attack without a second thought." admit the third man, Alastor 'Mad-Eye' Moody "Is it still getting darker?" he asked.
Snape just nodded and pulled his sleeve back, revealing a dark grey, almost black, tattoo on his wrist.
The old headmaster sighed tiredly "We are running out of time." he commented.
"And Karakroff's not going to be of any use." Moody snarled, gaining a curious look from the professor and a knowing one from Dumbledore "He's under the Imperious Curse."
The Potion Master's eyes widened "What?! Are you sure?!"
"I would have thought you would be the first to notice, Snape! Or have you forgotten the last war? Constant Vigilance!" he old auror barked, stomping with his wooden leg.
Dumbledore chose this moment to speak "I suspected as much. I also think I know who cast it."
When he had their undivided attention, the headmaster shared his knowledge "Harrison Potter."
"A fourteen year-old kid? You sure, Albus?" Mad-Eye asked, completely surprised. While Snape didn't say anything, his eyes were filled with confusion and disbelief.
The older man nodded "That gauntlet of his... It's a very old and very dangerous dark object. Both of you were there the night young Harry was kidnapped by those little creatures." he met the pair's eyes in turn "Those little monsters were something called a 'Minion' and that gauntlet is the mark of their master."
Snape chose that moment to interrupt "But you said that they either wanted revenge for the Dark Lord or to eliminate what could be a treat to their master."
"Yes, I said that. But what I feared the most was that Harry wasn't kidnapped to be killed... I feared, and still do, that he was kidnapped to become their new master, when Voldemort fell."
Neither of the men flinched at the name, they tensed and looked ready to fight but that was it. After a moment, both relaxed and Moody spoke "So the boy can control those things now? They were dangerous when they just charged at us..."
"Are you sure, Albus?" Snape asked, looking only at the older man "The Overlord is one of the darkest beings to exist! That a boy could-"
"But he doesn't even look like a boy, Severus. He looks older. He is even more powerful then I was when I had his age." Dumbledore sighed again, then took a deep breath "He is more handsome then he should be, taller, an excellent Occlumens and I can almost guarantee that he is a powerful Legilimens. That is simply not natural for his age... Everything points to rituals, mind and body altering dark rituals." It was almost a whisper when the old man finished "I can only imagine how many minds he sacrificed to empower his."
The next person to speak was Mad-Eye "Albus, we can't risk another Voldemort."
"Can't he be saved? Turned to our side?" the Potion Master asked, with a pleading tone that surprised the retired auror.
"He was raised in darkness. There is always a chance that he may see the Light... But will it be worth the price? How much pain will he cause until then?" the headmaster wondered, more to himself then anyone else "I need to think. Long and hard. We have time and we must focus on Voldemort first. I will call the two of you at another time."
Both gave him displeased but understanding nods and walked out.
"If you had lived the life I planned for you, Harry, power would never corrupt you. But you, Harrison, are very dangerous."
Fawkes, Dumbledore's phoenix, sang loudly from somewhere on the school grounds, soothing just a bit of the ache on the headmaster's old muscles.
Nobody saw either Harrison, or his girls, at all during the next day. Which put some doubt in Malfoy's claims of being his friend, since the boy had no idea where he was. Of course, the blond Slytherin was quick to tell others he had stayed on Durmstrang's ship, only for that argument to be denied by a passing student. The boy claimed the trio had left the ship early in the morning, and simply disappeared.
No one would ever know, but Harrison had taken Rose and Velvet to his Netherworld Tower, for the fourth time. They had breakfast, lunch and dinner there so the tower could corrupt the girls more and more. After they left, just a few minutes before curfew, there was nothing more important to the sisters then pleasing Potter. A few more trips and nothing else would matter at all.
Still, Monday came and with it the Durmstrang's and Beauxbatons's students had their first taste of classes with the Hogwarts's professors. More importantly, Harrison and Velvet had their first Defense Against the Dark Arts class, along with the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw fourth year students.
Mad-Eye Moody took a long look at the students, glaring only slightly when his normal eye fell on a Durmstrang. The magical one, however, never left Harrison.
"The Durmstrang Institute has a... Very different approach to the Dark Arts then Hogwarts, so class is going to be a little different from now on. Potter! What exactly is Dark Magic? And I want facts! No opinions are needed."
The Overlord nodded and spoke in loud but bored voice, clearly reciting information from a text book "Any spell, ritual or potion that alters reality permanently is considered Dark."
That piece of information surprised all the Hogwarts students, their definition of Dark Magic was the word 'evil'. Surprisingly, Moody nodded and pointed to Velvet "Ms. Aasen, explain what Potter's talking about."
Almost all eyes turned to the girl, but she only cared about the pair of bright green one's that didn't "Anything considered 'magic' can be described as Light or Dark, there's no such thing as Grey magic." she explained, her eyes jumping from the professor to the Overlord "Light Magic needs to be powered by something constantly or it will return to it's natural state after a while. Dark Magic usually takes a lot more power, or some sort of sacrifice, but never disappears, unless someone actually counters it."
Harrison's lips only twitched a little upwards, but that was all Velvet needed to know he approved.
A brown haired girl from Ravenclaw lifted a shaking hand and soon had Mad-Eye's attention "Ms. Turpin, what is it?" he asked, still rough but a lot kinder then when talking to the Durmstrang students.
"Professor, there are a lot of things in Hogwarts that are permanent... Are they made with Dark Magic?" she asked in a very low voice, Moody was, after all, a very intimidating man.
The retired auror shook his head quickly before answering "Almost everything in Hogwarts is powered by the people inside it. Students, staff and even your familiars, the castle takes a little magic from all of us to maintain the magic in it. Nothing is made of Dark Magic in Hogwarts, even Slytherin knew better then to mess with that kind of thing around kids." he declared loudly, not to be denied. But he was questioned.
After receiving the 'go ahead' from Harrison, Velvet raised her hand and waited. When Moody called her, the girl asked "I'm sorry, professor. But I researched Hogwarts before coming here and I think you might be mistaken."
The courage the girl seemed to have, to tell a professor, specially Mad-Eye Moody, that he was wrong guaranteed every Hogwarts's student in that class that she would have been in Gryffindor.
"And why is that, Ms. Aasen?" he snarled.
But the girl truly believed that nothing could harm her with Harrison around, so she answered "Because there are some very famous Dark objects in Hogwarts. The Sorting Hat, for example."
Every Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff in the class froze, they clearly remembered placing the 'Dark object' in their heads.
Starring straight into the girl's eyes, Moody managed to scare her, since his magical eye finally left Potter and focused on Velvet "The Sorting Hat is one of the relics left behind by Godric Gryffindor, there's nothing Dark about it."
Just as the girl took a deep breath to answer, Harrison placed a hand on her knee "Velvet, can I take your place in this debate." he asked, just loudly enough for the rest of the class to hear.
Confused, Moody turned both his eyes back to the young man "And why would you want that, Potter?"
"Because, sir, you are getting angry and I would rather you didn't take it out on her." he explained, once again to the surprise of the class. Who wanted Mad-Eye to turn his eyes on you?
Assuming that Velvet and the professor had accepted his interference, which they had, Harrison spoke "Professor Moody, the Sorting Hat is enchanted to perform Legilimency, which is already considered a Dark Art. It's also sentient and we both know that a mind can't just be created. It can only transferred."
"What-What does that mean?" one of the Hufflepuff girls asked, after the silence stretched for too long and the starring contest between Harrison and Moody became unbearable.
There was another moment of silence, before Harrison opened his mouth and Moody cut him off "If you say what I think you are going to say, Potter, you are getting detentions until the first task."
And the Overlord did "I don't know if it was consensual, but the mind that inhabits the Sorting Hat... Came from someone."
By the day's second class, Care of Magical Creatures, with Slytherin and Gryffindor, for Harrison, the stories about his confrontation with Mad-Eye were already running rampant. There were claims that Moody tried to arrest or kill Potter and the vast majority of the castle was in uproar with the rumors that they had placed a Dark object in their heads. Still, Harrison wasn't bothered by it, his plans demanded that the wizards and witches of Britain realized just how much the Dark Arts played a part in their lives.
The Overlord's examination of the 'Blast-Ended Skrewt' was interrupted by Draco Malfoy "Is it true? Did you really duel Mad-Eye?"
It took a while for Potter to take his eyes away from the, in his opinion, fascinating creature. But he did and answered "Of course, not. We only had a discussion on types of magic. It was very interesting." he explained, to Draco and the eavesdroppers, before turning back to the monster in front of him.
The blond Slytherin looked around for a moment before telling Harrison "You know you don't have to pay attention, right? That big oaf doesn't even notice."
"I care very little about Professor Hagrid's attention span. But this Blast-Ended Skrewts are incredible! Look how deadly they are, despite their sizes and the professor said they were going to grow more."
Draco blinked and asked "So, you like this kind of thing?" the boy looked like he had tried to grimace and sneer at the same time.
Harrison shook his head, and rolled his eyes, but answered, without looking at Malfoy "I don't like anything that can barely think. But I respect everything that is powerful. This creatures have potential, Malfoy. If only to be used."
Rumors and stories continued to fly inside the castle and between the students of the visiting schools. But it was only a few days later that something interesting happened again. Something called Potions class.
Professor Snape waked into the room, his cape billowing behind him, and his black eyes traveled from student to student. Obviously stopping on Harrison.
"Ah, Potter. I wondered when you would grace my class with your presence." he spit out, locking eyes with the younger man and both were completely aware that the other was testing their Legilimency shields, but not that they were discovered "I need to know the level Durmstrang students are so... Tell me what is Golpallot's Third Law?"
Harrison frowned. Yes, he knew the answer, if only because he had prepared to make use of poisons in his career. He also knew that was N.E.W.T. level material "The antidote for a blended poison will always be equal to more than the sum of the antidotes for each of the separate components of the poison."
Directing a glare at the Overlord, Snape announced "Straight from a text book, huh?"
And Harrison, pretended to misunderstand "Well, the text book is right."
"When does the Fluxweed needs to be picked up, for a Polyjiuce potion?"
Potter had already given up on finding a way inside Snape's mind, so he just shrugged his shoulders "I have no idea." the minions could teach a lot of Dark Magic, but very little potions.
The Potions Master almost smiled, almost "Full moon, that's all you had to know, Potter. I guess it's too much to expect from a celebrity."
Much to Snape's surprise, Harrison didn't glare or complain. But the teen's eyes narrowed dangerously.
"And can you at least tell me how much salamander blood goes in the Strengthening potion?"
"Doesn't that depend on how much I am trying to make?"
The professor's glare would have terrified anyone else, but Harrison was running out of patience for this man "Enough to fill a standard size two cauldron." the Potions Master clarified.
The Overlord controlled his irritation and admitted "I don't, professor. I never studied that potion."
Snape's smirk was infuriating "I guess... Someone of your... Stature expected never to need to do something as mundane as a potion, correct, Potter?" the heavy sarcasm didn't help, but Harrison took comfort in the fact that he was just waiting for the perfect opportunity to put the man in his place.
"For the rest of you, the ones that are used to not having everything handed to them-"
Just then, something that had never happened since Snape started teaching at Hogwarts came to pass "I have a question, Professor Snape." he was interrupted.
Harrison didn't wait for permission to continue or for the older man to get over his shock "I understand that you are one of the youngest and most famous Potions Masters in the United Kingdoms. But how can Dumbledore allow you to be this disgustingly unprofessional?"
The Durmstrang students where firmly on Harrison's side, of the coming argument, but the Gryffindors and Slytherins in the classroom actually stopped breathing.
The Slytherin Head of House sneered and countered "So anything less then groveling is unprofessional? I expect you do be a spoiled brat but this is ridiculous, even for the Boy-Who-Lived! I should have know, specially after you had your Headmaster deny the detention Moody gave you."
"I can assure you, professor, that detentions on Durmstrang are a lot more serious then here in Hogwarts. But they do happen, if the professor has even the slightest reason. Which Professor Moody didn't." the teen snapped back.
"As if a spoiled brat like you knows the rules here! You're arguing with a professor you arrogant brat!"
Harrison's answer started quickly but he spoke clearly and slowly "I understand the problem now. You, Professor Snape, don't know the difference between arrogance and pride!" he spoke as if he had just made a huge discovery then gave the older man a mocking smile and shook his head "Arrogance would be me demanding you to treat me with the respect I deserve because I am the Boy-Who-Lived or some other nonsense like that."
The declaration surprised even Snape, but the Overlord continued before he could be stopped "Now, pride. Pride is me demanding that you treat me with the respect I deserve because I know exactly how to deal with scum like you." proving his point, the Overlord snapped a gauntlet covered finger and produced a bright green spark. Many wondered what was that, until Snape screamed.
The pain was sudden, intense and was disappearing at a snail's pace. The former Death Eater grabbed his wrist with his other hand and cursed inside his head. Then, he realized what had just happened. He realized that it was Potter that caused the burn in his Dark Mark. He turned his black eyes to the teen, glaring daggers at the young man.
Harrison's smirk was positively cruel, but only Velvet was looking at him, all eyes were on the snarling Potions Master "I will have you expelled for this."
"You won't even get me lectured, Death Eater scum."
Then Harrison spit on the floor, between himself and Snape, and walked out of the dungeon, taking his bag with him. It took only a second for Velvet to do the same as him. They were followed by all the Durmstrang students in the classroom. By order Karakroff, no other student from Durmstrang would enter that classroom for the rest of the year.
Later that night, there was a meeting between the headmasters of Hogwarts and Durmstrang, along with Severus Snape. Pleasantries were exchanged but as soon as Karakroff sat down, on the chair Dumbledore provided, the oldest man in the castle pointed his wand at him and unleashed a ball of white smoke that struck the traitorous Death Eater in the face.
Karakroff slumped for a moment, before he lifted his head. This time doing nothing to conceal the glassed look in his eyes.
"Do you really think the Overlord would allow me to come here and not make sure you couldn't break the curse?" he asked, in a monotone and bored voice.
"No, not really." Dumbledore admitted, while shaking his head "But I hopped, if only to savee you, Igor, from being used by another dark master.
Karakroff nodded and spoke again, with the same soulless tone "I don't reccomend trying something like this again, if I do not leave this office in five minutes the students I brought as an escort will call for aurors. Still, thanking for trying to help me, Albus, but I am afraid it is too late for that. Though my master is impressed, he thought it would take longer for one of you to notice."
Snape kept quiet, with Karakroff under the curse this meeting was completely pointless. All he could hope was that Albus managed to get some information out of the brat, even if through this drone.
"It's best that young Harrison does not underestimate us. It's best that he does not think he can get away with anything."
The warning was clear, Dumbledore was watching. The older man couldn't do much to save Karakroff but there was such a thing as too far.
The Durmstrang headmaster smiled, but it didn't even come close to reaching his eyes "Understood. And don't worry, the Overlord doesn't plan much for this year. Just a few preparations."
The most powerful wizard alive frowned, of course, and took a deep breath "Preparations for what, Igor?"
Specially since it looked completely out of place with the rest of his face, Karakroff's smirk was simply terrifying "Do you play chess, Albus?"
"It's a very interesting game." the older man acknowledged, but didn't say anything else.
Karakroff nodded and got up, looked around the office for a bit and turned back to Dumbledore "The next war can be compared to a game of chess. You will be the white king while Tom will be the black one." Snape wondered who Tom was, and understood in just one second, but still held his silence "The Overlord wants that war to be as messy as possible, thus before the year is over and he is crowned Triwizard champion. Both the white and the black queen will be... Out of the game."
Then he left, leaving Dumbledore to plan and Snape to ask "Do you have an idea who he meant?"
The headmaster nodded and sighed, before answering "Dozens."