The Third Overlord:

I can't believe I was poisoned I mean I survived Rose's cooking to get take down by that pip squeak!

Thrans:

Maybe he had Eve take over his body and cook.

The Third Overlord:

And you Thrans, I see no Disclaimer, are you claiming to own me!

Eve:

And what was that about my cooking!

Thrans:

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I won't forget the Disclaimer again, and I'm sure your cooking lovely.

Eve:

If you want to comment on it so much you should try it!

We interrupt this scheduled story due to write death.

Please stay tuned for a repeat of the Sunday Afternoon play

Mortis:

Wait! I can summoned him back! Don't kill our ratings before we've even had decent number of fans who can write a petition to stop us being cancelled!

AN: It is on a more sombre note that I must announce future delays to all my fictions, my internet connection will be limited too non-existent from the 18th till possible the new year. As of such both my research and uploading abilities will be severely disrupted.

Bellow is the completion of our first plot arc, and now for that Pesky disclaimer: I do not own or claim to own either the Harry Potter Franchise or the Overlord Sires, nor do I condone any evilness depicted in this fan made fiction. Any characters or events which draw parables to real persons or events are in intended, and at no point in this fiction were the rights of minion's any way broken, case they have none.

Chapter 3

"Two Mastahs?!"

Nordberg, the sun glistening across it's once snow-capped roves, was in ruins the might of the Empire having crashed against the settlements walls over the last few years. Several years ago when the empire first came to its gates, mages, dwarfs and other magical sentiments had decided to band together with the hardy men of the snow-covered mountains and though losses had been high in those first few months, the settlement had remained free.

Now the might of the 4th and 9th Imperial Legion stood outside the batted walls, each man hardened from a near decade of warfare across the Empire, sent by Imperial decree to trim the thorn in the Empires side, the last hold out of magic in the known world, other than the elven lands of Everlight though some said it too had fallen.

Kelda looked out across the battered landscape, despite the war the magical user and beings had brought, she was glad it had come to this instead of people like her friend being handed over. Still know simply as 'Witch' to many, her friend commanded a seemingly endless horde of little brown creatures that had quickly been accepted by the defenders, though not even their 'Mastah' could tell Kelda were they came from.

Some said that they were dark pixies, others the Overlords minions of legend, most were just happy that they only attacked the legionnaires.

"They'll attack soon." Said one of the few remain dwarfs. Disagreeing privately Kelda knew that the (Vain-)Glorious Empire, would send a functionary first to bribe, threaten and boast, as they had so many times before.

Thinking back to her days before the war as a child playing in the snow, she smiled as she watched her childhood friend walking through the town a pack of the little brown menaces following. Nobody knew were the 'Witch' child had come from, appearing one night with that blue ripple patterned skin as if carved from a tree of ice the ring lines exposed to the light. All Kelda knew for sure is that she had a solid friend in that one, able to hunt, fight and protect what was considered precious.

Blushing lightly as she halted the train of thought she knew she was heading down she shook her self, now was not the time for that, and if that rider leaving the Empires lines had his way it never would be, for both of them.

The Empire desired four things from settlements like Nordberg, magic users, a base to hunt down the local magic creatures, tribute and slaves. Kelda knew very well which group she would be put into.

Receiving a small poke in her side she jumped slightly before playfully batting away the offending blue finger, far from being mute her childhood friend was very shy and lack of human interaction meant sentences when rarely spoke were short, to the point and very selective in the recipient. Nodding a greeting her friend quietly whispered "Something comes."

Looking around she noticed the small brown creatures looked unusually twitchy, constantly looking over their shoulders and asking "Mastah?"

"Right here silly" Kelda said as the creatures asked once again for their 'Mastah'.

"No, Mastah is nuw nuw Mastah! Were old nuw Mastah?"

Looking at her friend for an explanation and received a shrug, all further thought on the 'Old New Master' put aside for a later date, as the Empires representative began shouting out his message.

"By request of my noble and most awe-inspiring commanders, General Typhes Orillian, and General Mathodis Livitar, I hear by am ordered to congratulate you, on the heroic if fool hardy defence of your settlement, and offer this last chance to surrender and a full pardon to all human souls within your walls, with the understanding that you shall-"

It was at this point that the air which had begun to feel heavy, while the ground rumbled and ice creak and grind, made a ripping sound and a fiery red flaming disk appeared between the walls and the Empires lines

"-surrender the town and all magical being who..."

Trailing off the herald stared at the disk in shock along with most other who could see it, jumping back as a matt black fist thrust out of it, sharp jagged edges with vicious looking points, that trained eyes recognised would not get in the way of monument adorning the hand and fingers that curled round the edge of the disk, slowly pulling out what ever was on the other side.

Suddenly a gristly helm was exposed from the portal, a jagged three-pointed crown adorning a skull like mask with green glowing eyes pushing it's self free exposing blood-red cloaked solders, and full plate black armour.

As a second hand came shooting out its gauntlet carrying a large yellow stone set into it, the small brown creatures on the wall went into a frenzy, jumping and cackling as a leg broke free.

With an almost comical hop and pull of the other leg the monsters armoured being watched as the portal snapped shut with a strange wet POP, then rolled his shoulders looking towards the Herald.

Looking at the magical screen inside the helmet Harry could barely tell that he was wearing in, the uninterrupted view was nothing like the supposed two little eye slits those outside thought he had. To his left stood a vast army looking very much like the legions of ancient Rome, the right a battered medieval town wall, and directly ahead a lone man standing in the snow who had just managed to royal piss Harry off.

See the portal was technically two-way and every word that the man had said since the portal had opened had carried through, the helmet based of the same type the first overlord had designed picking up every word crystal clear, four words setting Harry's blood afire.

Surrender.

All.

Magical.

Being.

It wasn't all that he heard, but Eve was in that group, and so was he but that was less important. Still the rational side of Harry's mind demanded new information, and it had the perfect plan. Intelligence gathered by the Third Overlord in the Abyss mentioned a Roman style empire spreading across the land, with many crossovers with the Roman Empire of Harry's home realm.

"My name is Harolds Largeos Penilios" he started smirking to himself "Sent by our Emperor, to aid in the destruction of this pitiful settlement. Please continue."

The defenders varied from loosing hope that such a fearsome person had arrived, to openly chuckling at his choice of name, his eyes spying a small force of brown minions waving at him excitedly. Tempting as it was to raise his hand and sound the rallying horn calling them to him, he wanted to gather more information. 'Still it will be so much nicer that having wraiths run around pretending to be minions' the images of wraiths dressed up in different colours running in formation for his training would being a smile to his face till the day he died, they'd never managed to build a working minion Hive, everything else, but no hives.

"Yes! Yes, good to have you with us Harolds Largeos Penilios" Said the herald nodding in relief, as sever legionary as well as most of the defenders caught on to the absurdity of the name, one girl standing on the wall openly laughing as her friend just shook a hood covered head.

"Were was I... with the understanding that you shall surrender the town and all magical being who have or practice magic. As well as preparing twenty female slaves and three carts of- Is something wrong Harolds?" Said the Herald as Harry walked over to him.

"Yes, see my names not Harolds, and the Emperor didn't send my." At this the Herald took an audible gulp "My name, is the Overlord" Harry said slamming his hand into the man's gut, the clawed fingers ripping flesh as Harry lifted his hand high into the air, the horn call of his gauntlet sounding out as the minions screamed 'Mastah!' and jumping from the walls down towards him.

Spewing forth from the snow the minion's numbers swelled as a spawning tunnel opened, the minion totems in Abysses that Harry and the Third Overlord had made allowing him to call forth over a thousand of the little daemons, which crashed against the Empires lines kicking and biting as they clawed their way into the mass of bodies.

Not to be out done Harry began casting vastly over powered wide-spread warming charms into the rear ranks, the temporary power boost from the Third Overlords death letting him cook the legionary inside their armour killing hundreds.

As the Empire gathered their wit's they launch their siege engines at random, many of the rock caught in levitation charms, taught to him and Eve several hour before and sent flying back with a flick of Harry's wand.

Suddenly on mass the line broke, the browns chancing down the fleeing troops as they trampled their own. Letting most of them flee, Harry called back the minions setting guard points and areas for the loot to be piled up, looking back at the town he sent a hundred odd to begin clearing the wreckage of the walls and look for survivors. The catapults short flurry of activity having done a real number on the walls.

'Now where were those brown who had been on the wall'

I was pissed, there was no other word that could bore accurately describe it. The wall Kelda and I were standing on had collapsed under the bombardment, and the little brown creatures who had been with me since my child hood had betrayed me, siding with their new master in larger numbers than I had ever seen.

And now to top it of my body was trapped under a wooden beam, Kelda knocked out three feet away. Feeling a slight thumping in the snow I could hear the little betrayers moving about leading their new master towards us. Probably to kill me.

Maybe if I didn't resist he would spare Kelda.

"This way Mastah!"

"Yer!"

"I'm coming, I'm coming"

I could feel the power rolling of every syllable, with a slight hint of sarcasm even if this new... what was it 'Overlord'? That was it even if his words didn't fit the impression he had given ripping the heralds guts out.

Then again maybe it was expected given the choice of false name he chose.

"look, look, see?"

His helmeted head came into view as I tried to move my trapped form.

"So who are you."

There was no hint of a question so I kept my lips shut as he looked at an excited brown.

"Other Mastah, Mastah."

The man seemed to pause before reaching up and removing his helm, with a snap and whoosh. What little breath my half crushed lungs had in them caught in my chest as his brilliant green eyes bore into mine. A mop of messy dark hair and smooth pale skin with a small lightning bold scare framing hose eyes cutting a handsome figure, nothing like the daemon who had come out the portal.

"Blue skin suggests non human ancestry, but minions call you as master, no gauntlet"

A clawed finger scraped lightly down across my nose and lips pulling away my scarf, the look on his face making me flush.

"Huh, perhaps they should be calling you mistress, not master."

"Master not Mistress! Master make Master Mistress?"

Ignoring the Minion's pointless babble Harry look at her with heavy confusion.

This young girl, around the same age as himself was a conundrum. A fierce beautiful face with faintly glowing yellow eyes staring back at him, her blue skin tinged purple with what he could only assume was her flushing.

"Who are you. That you can command my minions... What is your name."

The quiet shy voice the replied washed over him like both a summer rain and an icy wind

"The villager call my Witch."

His eyes jumped up in shock at my nervous reply as I squirmed slightly under his gaze, watching his lips mutter the only name I had ever known I almost jumped out of my skin when he started laughing, his head thrown back.

Scowling up at him I blinked in shock at his next words.

"I'm sorry. That was rude of me." his face softening into a smile as he pulled out a long stick of what looked like bone "It's just if your who I think you are, then I may have to re think my stance on higher powers."

Watching the wooden beam disappear, I was shocked at the casual use of powerful magic. Gingerly getting my I glanced over at Kelda.

"Friend of yours?" He asked nodding at her, replying with a nod of my own. I began trying to work out if I should grab Kelda and run, and the chances of escape didn't look good, which left only the pitiful amount of magic I new, escape was not looking good.

"Don't worry we can take her with us. Gnarl will confirm if your who I think you are, if not I may still have a job for you running this place. That's the places name again."

The again, maybe I should just play along for now, and Kelda would kill me if I left her behind, and if he'd right I might learn about my past.

AN: What will Gnarl have to say? Who will he side with? Find out... when I get round to it, cause I've a splitting headache at the moment.

For those who might have noticed a personality change in Hermione last chapter, don't forget that this Hermione is 14 years old (nearly 15).

Description of Harry's armour: Take the Third Overlord's armour and shrink down the helmet spikes to about the length of a human hand. Then fuse it with that of a War-hammer 40,000 Space Marine Chaplain's power armour, remove the decorative symbols and paraphernalia, along with the over sized shoulder pads and back pack, cover the whole thing in black carbon fibre with a very faint silver octagonal patterning (silver to be replaced later with Mithril for wand less casting) and drape a thick blood-red cloak with a tatted bottom, over the shoulders. Glowing Dark green eye lenses and an air tight seal complete the hulking armour that provides total protection and excellent manoeuvrability, for your close to mid range magical knight.

Calling all reader, vote now on what I should do with Mr Black in both my stories