Author Note:
Lots of good reviews this chapter. Thank you for the support guys and I hope you all keep reading.
I've now written over 150,000 words and I have over two hundred reviews just for this story that's a record for me. No section of Overlord Gothic got this much attention nor lasted this long. This story is my fan fiction masterpiece.
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Yes Rita is in Albion
Merlin is alive and well he's just not doing anything important. He will appear in this story but not until Damien's last two years at Hogwarts. He will be a little off naturally but he'll also be very wise and able to see the big picture when it comes to Damien.
Yeah I was planning to do Harry's POV soon. I might as well do it for this chapter since nothing really important happens for Damien during the Water Task.
Star Wars would be nice but it takes years to gain any real understanding of the Force, even intense Sith training takes a decade, unless you form a Force Bond with someone like say the Jedi Exile, which was Darth Gothic did. Plus he's a little too young to be in the Star Wars Galaxy. Its different in places like Albion and Skyrim because he counts as an adult in those worlds but in the Star Wars Galaxy he'd be treated like a child.
Time Lords don't use magic they mutated due to exposer to the Time Vortex. That's how River Song became a human/Time Lord.
Actually the name Gothic comes from gothicjedi666 which was back in the day my account on Space Battles. People called me Gothic for short and I thought it suited me so I adopted it as my self insert name for the roleplays on that site. Often I would play a Sith Lord or another evil character/evil faction because as you may of noticed I like being the villain, or at least an anti-hero.
Last of all Damien will be rethinking his actions he's going to start taking his school work more seriously and study a lot more magic because he now knows just how dangerous being a Wizard really is if you don't know what's going to happen in advance.
A.W
Bye, bye Skeeter.
Man eating toads that would be amusing. They have those in Overlord 2.
Hiring extra Dwarves from the Discworld, that's a good idea it would help Damien when he starts up his one Kingdom.
Yeah no Deep Down Dwarves for sure, those guys are nuts.
Hypnosis Writer
Yes it was.
Just A Question
I'm doing an update for that right now.
champion of the little people
Skeeter flew out of Hermione's hair while they were still in the Fable universe so she's now trapped there.
wooden farts there on the go
I'll do my best, but different Gothics are at different points in time and the Traveller views them a different times. This is know because DK Gothic wouldn't wait for over a year to conquer Brightwall.
Selias
No she won't she's still in Albion but Dungeon Keeper Gothic will kill her anyway.
Lord Edric
While a few Gothics will appear in this story it will only be a for a short time and there will be no big meeting.
I'm doing a labyrinth for the Earth task, but thanks for the suggestion.
Guest
I might add another girl later but I think four is enough for now.
Hagstang
Damien meeting DK Gothic should give my Dungeon Keeper story a kick in the pants.
The angel lives in Fable that place is full of magic swords, so its not great loss really she can get something even better.
Winter Feline
Your right its not coincidence and yeah Damien will not be going to Fable again.
tylermech66
Well the whole chapter is two chapters condensed so it should seem rushed. I don't want to spend to much time on the Goblet Of Fire otherwise the story will start to drag.
No not all of the Gothics. He'll never met Overlord Gothic or Emperor Gothic or Tamer Gothic or DC Gothic, the list could go on for a while but he will met a few more because he's the First Gothic.
douchiesnacks
Yes Rita Skeeter is trapped in Fable hows that for for an accidental exile.
I know Fairies/Fay can be really evil in fantasy but aren't they just Christmas tree decorations in the HP verse?
The First Gothic. Book One. A Wizard In Training. Part 34.
Hogwarts School Grounds. In The Black Lake. The Wizarding World.
Harry Potter was finding this task oddly relaxing.
The Gillyweed potion supplied by Neville Longbottom did a lot more than simply allow the Boy-Who-Lived to breathe underwater, it also allowed him to withstand the coldness of the Black Lake with ease and he was swimming as if he was part fish. Harry thought the combined effect was a bit like wearing an invisible scuba suit.
One of the other reasons why this task was so relaxing in comparison to the last one, was that he was being guided by the Merpeople. The fish men creatures kept their distance from the Chosen One but they signalled to him now and again in order to show him the way. Harry had a good idea as to why they were doing this.
A weeks days ago he'd finally gotten his father's map back from Hermione who'd been using it to spy on a certain Ravenclaw student she'd been obsessing about more and more since that time when the Death Eaters had kidnapped all three of the Golden Trio at the the end of their third year.
That hadn't been something he'd wanted to encourage as stalking people was wrong but given that he'd used the map to spy on other people more than once he didn't have a good reason to deny her use of the map.
Harry had for a while suspected that his long time female friend was in love with that Claw and he'd checked to map to see if she was still following Mason around.
To his surprise they were hanging around together a lot, along with that loopy, but rather sweet, Lovegood girl and more surprisingly with Neville and Ginny who were his closet friends now that Ron was living in the Muggle world with some relative of Mrs Weasly.
Harry had naturally been worried about all his friends hanging around together with two Claws that he barely knew, and sometimes even a couple of snakes, but he hadn't gotten paranoid about it until members of group started to vanish off the map.
If it just happened when they entered the Room of Requirement on the seventh floor then he wouldn't of shown the slightest bit of attention as there could easily be an innocent explanation. There must be because if this group was using the Room for something bad they wouldn't of let him know where it was never mind let him use it to train for the Tournament.
Now that he had time to think about all this he had to wonder if Hermione had found a way to hide from the map. That would explain why she had borrowed it for so long, she'd of been studying the enchanted item trying to figure out how it worked. That would be very typical behaviour for her, and it made sense as if she had found a spell to hide her presence from the map it wouldn't always work as charms cast on a person sometimes wore off.
Whatever spell it was it hadn't hidden the group he'd been spying on when they went down to Black Lake last night. Harry had followed under his cloak and seen Mason talking to one of the Merepeople, you didn't need to be a Ravenclaw to figure out that Mason had arranged for the inhabitants to help him out.
A bit dishonest but Professor Moody had said that cheating was an important part of the Triwizard Tournament.
Harry wouldn't be remotely surprised if he later discovered that Hermione had come up a plan to help him out with this task. In fact he could in fact see how the plan could of come together. Neville was the inventor of the Gillyweed potion and Damien must know that there were Merepeople in the lake as well as how to speak to them.
Naturally Harry had told Cedric about the potion as Cedric had told him what the riddle on the scroll (which the champions had all caught one of during the First Task) had meant.
Not that Hufflepuff boy had needed one as he was using the Bubblehead Charm which had been Harry's plan until he'd gotten his hands on a few free bottles of Gillyweed potion.
In Harry's view the potion was much better as the bubblehead the charm produced made it hard to see where as the Gillyweed potion somehow adjusted his eyes so he could see normally when under water.
As the last of the Potter family navigated past some unfriendly looking underwater planets that only Neville would be able to identify the Boy-Who-Lived started to think more about his life in recent months.
Aside from losing his best friend and gaining two in replacement, something he had mixed feelings about now and again, his life had been changing quite a lot.
The oddest thing to happen recently was that his scar was fading away. Even Dumbledore didn't understand how that could be happening, all he'd said was something about the essence that was once divided being gone before asking Harry about his recent dreams.
Harry was starting to consider the idea that he had some sort of guardian angel looking out for him as far back to when his Uncle and Cousin had disappeared. That had been odd to say the least neither the Muggle police nor the Aurors had found any signs of foul play involved it was as if both of the overweight bullies had simply vanished off the face of the Earth.
That event had led to Harry's Godfather Sirius Black gaining custody despite the fact that Harry's Aunt was still around. She'd moved into headquarters rather than live alone, for reasons that Harry wasn't privy to nor did he care to find out.
Having a loving home to go to had improved Harry's life greatly, and as a result he'd become more confident while at school. No longer having to suffer at Duzkaban meant that the Boy-Who-Lived could now do his homework without hiding it and he'd had access to the Black family library to aid in his studies.
While at school, at least once Ron had gone Muggle, Harry had found himself with more friends than he knew what to do with and while they were no more interested in school work that Ron had been they were better at it so Harry had for once had more encouragement to do better in class than just Hermione's well meaning but rather off-putting nagging.
Not that Hermione nagged him much these days in fact she'd didn't talk to him much at all.
Harry couldn't of failed to noticed that Hermione hadn't been hanging out with much since she and Ron had stopped being friends, but the distance between them was growing despite the fact Ron was no longer around to drive a wedge between the group.
In fact ever since the Yule Ball he'd hardly seen her at all. Part of that had to do with the fact that she and that loony girl were somehow both dating the same popular Ravenclaw guy at the same time, but deep down Harry couldn't deny that it was partly his fault.
Over his years at Hogwarts Harry had spent a lot of his time at school switching between hero and outcast, and neither title led to many friendships so when he'd suddenly became Mr. Popular he'd not known how to deal with it as unlike Hermione's boyfriend he didn't have that sense of mature aloofness. It also didn't help that Harry didn't really think he was really worthy of having so many friends.
Given all that it wasn't surprising that the Boy-Who-Lived hadn't been able to deal with the situation as well as he should have.
Still that wasn't a good enough to excuse the growing distance between himself and his favourite bookworm. Sadly however Harry couldn't see a way to fix things.
When he finally came across the hostages and discovered that Ginny was his he realised that his friendship with the house swot could well and truly be over.
As he cut Ginny, and only Ginny free, with the knife his godfather had given him Harry to swore to start fixing this matter once he got back to surface, even if did mean making friends with the guy Ron had once called a rich, swotty git who got all the attention from the girls.
Hogwarts School Grounds. The Black Lake. Audience Stands The Wizarding World.
"Do you think he's okay down there?" asked the second of the two Mrs Masons.
Given that the Outcasts and I were standing slightly away from the crowds in was quiet enough to pay attention to the class notes Hermione had supplied me with rather than the water themed task going on in the lake. This meant that I really had no clue as to what was going on but I wasn't always the best source of information.
"He'll be back with Ginny soon" assured Luna who had already foreseen the outcome "Neville's waiting for them near the champions tent, why don't you go and wait with him".
Once the newest Mrs Mason was gone the first of the two leaned in close and started to read Hermione's note for Transfiguration class along with me.
Such behaviour was a bit odd but compared to how she'd been when we first met trying to read things over my shoulder was no big deal.
"I'd of though taking that Wit-Sharpening Potion would make this easier" I remarked as I struggled to understand Hermione's neatly written notes.
To be fair the potions Snape had created had been works of art in liquid form, far better than anything I could made even with the Half-Blood Prince book.
No the quality of the potions wasn't the problem as the Wit-Sharpening Potion was more effective the better it was made but the brew only sharpened the mind it couldn't enhance your intelligence. Which meant the problem was me.
It wasn't that my max power level had been reached either nor was the problem my intelligence, and if it had been I knew ways to really enhance it.
The real problem was that I'd not studied anywhere near as much as I should have. I'd not realised it until recently but my school work was suffering because of all the attention I'd been putting into scheming and plotting.
Up until now my charm and cleverness had allowed me to breeze through my classes with relative ease, but now that the work was starting to pile up there was a lot more theory work going on and my natural skill at magic didn't help to understand its inner workings.
At least the teachers had put my lack of effort into my homework down to my interest in girls. I was hardly the first boy in this school to start chasing skirt even at my age and while this civilization had a very Victorian about sex they actually approved of teenage romance, and they also were willing to put up with a certain amount of groping in the broom closets.
Still if they actually knew what I got up when visiting Skyrim a few of the female staff would likely faint. Well maybe not the Astronomy Professor as she seemed find the fact that I had been caught snogging two different girls on the same day extremely amusing, but the Deputy Headmistress had threatened to turn a hose water spell on me.
To be fair it was her class I was failing and it was the class that actually mattered if I was failing as I had to take that subject as a NEWT in order to claim my family inheritance.
Still I didn't have to worry to much as I could conjure basic items out of thin air and transfigure things at will as long as it was about reshaping the item more than changing the matter, but in some ways this made it worse because I was so good at conjuration more was expected of me.
The leader of the lion house and I had butted heads a few times on my practical work because I hated transfiguring living things. Turning some poor defenceless life form into an inanimate object had never sat well with me.
My Transfiguration teacher had explained more than once that the creatures didn't suffer and given that the animals turned back to the natural form didn't react badly to the experience this supported her view of things, but to me the whole thing seemed unnatural and wrong.
Perhaps this was because I saw the transfiguration of living things as a sign of how badly magical humans thought of lower order animals. Eating animals, even hunting them for no reason other than to bag a trophy was fine with me, because humans hunt its what evolution made us to do, but in my view living creatures shouldn't be turned into household items just because its easier than buying a replacement. Furthermore it wasn't as if I was ever going to feel thirsty enough to drink water out of a goblet that use to a be a pet.
At least the other subjects I was having trouble with didn't matter as much. Professor Sprout knew that Neville was tutoring me in her subject, even during class, but helping another student like that was a Hufflepuff thing to do so it was approved of by the plant loving hippy lady.
Charms class was okay because I had a natural talent for the subject and that was easy to prove. Homework doesn't matter as much in that subject as my Head of House cared far more about the practical side of things, mostly because it was important to him that we performed charms safely.
Which helped a lot in Defence since a carelessly cast charm got Moody very mad. That guy lectured about sloppy spell casting like a drill sergeant would lecture about improper weapon's maintenance. Which was right of him to do so as he'd lost more body parts to foolishness than he had to enemy fire.
Potions was also okay as Slughorn favoured those he saw as being useful to him in the future. Someone with my wealth and influence (both of which were far greater than even he realised) could fall asleep in his class and still get full marks for the day, not that I'd tested this.
As for my electives well they hardly mattered at all as I didn't need qualifications for my chosen career and the only OWLs that mattered were the ones that would allow me to sit the right NEWT classes, but my future status as Headboy was at stake in the long run and in the short term it could effect my chances of being made a Perfect.
I didn't care one iota for the honour of being a Perfect as I knew that in the Wizarding World it was blood purity, wealth and magical power that mattered, but being a Perfect would give me greater freedom of movement and more influence over my house.
However given that I was the only Ravenclaw boy in my year what choice did they have.
As for the Headboy slot well it would be nice and being Perfect increased my chances of getting that job, but I didn't fancy my chances as Tom Riddle had been Headboy and if Dumbledore thought I was following in the current Dark Lord's footsteps then there was no chance of being made Headboy as that position, along with its female counterpart, were assigned by the Headmaster. He'd give the slot to Potter I was sure of that, assuming either lived that long.
I doubted the Headmaster would be able stop me from becoming a Perfect as Slughorn had promised Neville and I that job and the Potions Master knew how to get people into the places they belonged. I'd considered asking him to help Luna get a spot but there were limits to what the teacher could do and Luna wouldn't make a good Prefect as the post required someone who had the respect of their fellow students. My Luna was far more well liked than the cannon version but she lacked the means to act with authority.
Thinking on what was going these days some more it I wondered if perhaps this crackdown on my lacklustre efforts towards school work was Dumbledore's doing. I'd suspected that he might do something that would further the limit the amount of time I could spend learning the dark arts and gathering more power, this seemed to be it.
Not that it really mattered as ever since I'd run into that dragon-man in Albion I'd decided not to go off adventuring again, at least not until I had learned how to fight.
My performance against those skeletons and dominatrix warriors had been sub par at best. I suspected that part of that was lack of motivation Hermione had done more to stop then using non-lethal spells then I had been while throwing around much more dangerous curses because she'd wanted to beat the enemy I'd just wanted to get the hell away from that place. She'd even saved my life when I crossed blades with that angel, my sword had allowed me to duel the winged human for a few moments but a magic weapon didn't make you a great swordsmen.
My second wife had then disabled the heavenly warrior with a spell used to prank people. I wasn't sure why I'd then grabbed the angel's weapon and given in to my second wife but it had felt the right thing to do. Perhaps magical weapons could change allegiances like wands sometimes did.
Still even though we'd both survived the event and kicked a little ass I decided not to go off to any more dangerous worlds for a while.
That wasn't just because of the danger aspect or because my school work, it also had a lot to do with the fact that I had two horny teenagers at my beck and call.
Both Luna and Hermione were more mentally mature than their peers. Hermione was just more mature and Luna well she seen enough of her adult life to know what it meant to be an adult, so they were far more eager to experiment than most girls their age. It also helped that I'd married them both as well. Sex outside of marriage is considered very bad in the Wizarding World, and some that outdated morality had rubbed off on Hermione and Luna.
Heavy petting was fine behind closed doors as there was a general understanding that to much sexual tension in teenagers badly effect their ability to perform magic which while in school could be quite dangerous, but any sort of intercourse was an extreme taboo.
There was even a little know school rule that said any guy who got a girl pregnant here had to marry her at once, regardless of what either the man or the woman wanted or even what age the students were.
Thankfully I didn't have to worry about that as by marrying both girls they had lost any guilt or concern they may have had about sex, so while couldn't have sex at school, at least not outside of the Room of Requirement, I had a love shack in Skyrim so that wasn't an issue.
Of course that didn't stop any of us from messing around while in school and it was a good thing that we did since I couldn't help but strut around the castle with a smug grin on my face these days. If I hadn't been caught snogging and feeling up my secret wives the staff would start thinking that I was in need of a trip to the hospital wing due an overdose of Cheering Charms.
"Good read?" inquired a new voice.
Hestia and Flora Carrow, the Slytherin twins, had appeared.
Recently I'd started to work my charms on them recently hoping to get some concubines that didn't also want to marry me. Not that I was opposed to marrying them really it just a matter of it not being safe to do so. They were twins so I'd have to venture a world were polygamy was not only legal but also a world were teenagers could married without any form of ID.
"Sadly not my dears," I replied "the lovely Miss Hermione Granger write very well written notes but the subject is frightfully dull".
The Carrow twins were not bigots, unlike the rest of their school house, so they didn't care that Hermione was a Muggleborn but they were driven to prove their own intellectual prowess.
"Perhaps you could make use of our notes" offered either Hestia or Flora "they might prove more useful to you, my lord".
If it weren't for the fact that I had two sexually liberated teenage girls wanting to practice their oral sex techniques on me I might have been able to summon enough anger to rebuke the twins for calling me 'my lord' in public.
"I'm sure our lord and master would find that helpful" commented Luna.
Sometimes I had to consider the idea that the women in my life wanted to me to get mad and punish them. I was beginning to suspect that they thought a real Dark Lord should punish his followers.
Machiavelli no doubt would of approved.
"People are less concerned with offending a man who makes himself loved than one who makes himself feared".
Of course I wanted to be both loved and feared, with love being the important part.
Personally I thought ruling through fear to be rather limiting. It was effective true, but fear could cripple a person were as when you love someone you will go just that bit further for them.
Still fear of punishment had its place. To this end my wives had found out, and perhaps one of them had let this fact slip to the twins, that I liked to spank.
It really wouldn't surprise me if both Hestia and Flora sought to drive me to such actions, as while they weren't typical Pureblood Dark Witches you don't get sorted into the Snake Pit for nothing. Both of the Carrows hungered for power and knowledge, and they were both cunning enough to realise that seduction could, and likely would knowing me, get them some of the power I had to offer.
A bare bottom spanking wasn't a pleasant thing for someone who wasn't a masochist (at least not the way I spanked) but compared to being tortured by magic it was no big deal really as long as you knew the Cooling Charm and how to conjure up a cushion.
My musing on the punishment of minions came to a sudden end when the Giant Squid, who lived in the Black Lack, broke to the surface causing a small tidal the creature seem to be holding what appeared to be some sort of shark like creature in one of its tentacles.
"Is that Victor Krum?" inquired one of the twins.
So it seemed to be, he was being thrown about in the air by the Giant Squid.
"That's a bit of bad luck" remarked the other twin.
I looked at Luna and under the glare of my sometimes scary eyes she confessed.
"Tizzy helped me to slip the rest of the venom Neville got into the porridge the Slytherin table was served this morning. It takes longer to kick in if its mixed with food, but its still quite effective".
As if to prove her point the part of the stand that a large number of Slytherins were sitting on partly collapsed causing most of them to go rolling off into the soggy ground below. I didn't think anyone was hurt but it was bloody funny.
My mood then changed to one of concern I turned to the twins who assured that nothing with them would go wrong by saying at the same time that they had only eaten the toast.
"I'm surprised Tizzy helped you do that" I said, speaking to Luna.
"She doesn't know that was what she was doing?"
A House Elf would never harm a human unless it was to protect other humans and even then it wasn't done very often nor was it ever a lethal defence.
This was because they had been made that way House Elves weren't natural creatures. According to one of Merlin's books the House Elf race had been created by himself and his apprentices to serve man, not directly like they now served Wizards, but by performing kind deeds like in the story of The Elves and the Shoemaker.
Which had actually happened and was the only know case of a House Elf being caught in the act, so to speak, by a Muggle.
As the story, or possibly historical account, went once long ago the House Elves had been creatures called Gremlins who were much like Goblins.
Gremlins delighted in causing pain and suffering across the land. The Roman Wizards had kept them in line as had the Druids but by medieval times both groups had mostly vanished from Britain.
Merlin who thought that magic should be used for the betterment of all mankind had worked with other like-minded Wizards to transform the race into something that was less likely to go around killing people.
The Gremlins were not changed physically rather they were spiritual changed. They were made to feel remorse for their crimes. Over time and down the generations they started to reflect outwardly what they now were inside but once the Statue of Secrecy was brought into effect they had been forced to only serve Wizards and Witches.
This was in my opinion a very bad thing because now that the House Elves couldn't do good for all mankind their transformation had halted leaving them looking rather horrid, and it also made magical humans more lazy.
(Author Note: Compare Dobby to the Gremlins in the movie of the same name and you'll see how I came up with this connection. Goblins resemble both House Elves and Gremlins. In my view there is a reason for this.)
Also House Elves of the modern era served families they weren't slaves that bonded to one person they voluntary served a family. So that meant that Tizzy served all the Masons, it was just until now they hadn't been any Masons aside from myself to serve, so now I was married my wives could give Tizzy orders too. I could still countermand those orders as I was leader of the family but I could only do that if I knew about the order.
Not that I would have as the sight of Krum dangling in mid air was extremely amusing, so much so in fact that I hadn't even noticed that Potter was back with his hostage.
Hermione soon rejoined us and informed me what was going on.
"Harry got back first and Neville is angry that Ginny was put in the lake".
If this was any other school than Hogwarts the Headmaster would be sacked on the spot. Putting children in that lake was just plain stupid.
"Of course he's angry" replied Luna "Ginny is like a little sister to him".
The same was true for me given that I cared for her well being but didn't find her attractive in anyway. She was the only Outcast physically younger than I was and she was in a lower year so naturally she was the baby of the group. Not that she liked it, but it that was just the way things were.
"Let him fuss over Gin-Gin for awhile and you can fuss over Potter" I said "I'm going to the library".
The twins and Luna followed without a word but Hermione didn't as she'd raced off to go fuss over the Boy-Who-Lived as I'd wanted her to.
Now maybe I could figure out the Transfiguration theory on the cross-species switching spell.
Bah homework!