With his environmental sensing he could feel in which ones were people and which ones were abandoned and empty. Entering one of the bigger ones Harry only saw slaves being chained to rings in the walls or covering behind furniture. He freed them of their bindings, while he searched for the master. Curiously enough there was a deeper level.
Upon searching for an entrance he found a trapdoor leading down. He did not need to light himself the way, his eyes doing just fine themselves. The wooden stairs creaked beneath his weight and for a short while Harry thought the thing would break. Thankfully it didn't.
As Harry arrived at the bottom he saw the whole cellar was full of kennels. All were empty, but noise and light was coming from the adjacent room. This time Harry made his way inside stealthily and not with brute force. What he saw on the other side he wouldn't so soon forget. There was a pit in the ground where two children, who couldn't be older than six, fought against each other. Not out of fun and not out of a childish fit. They fought to kill the other.
Around the pit were standing several men who shouted several things Harry didn't care to hear. His vision turned red upon seeing that. The kennels in the other room only added fuel to his inner fire, knowing now that these weren't for dogs. The occupants of the room obviously did not know what went on outside otherwise they would be already gone.
All attempts at subtlety were thrown out of the window after that. He closed the door, threw a Colloportus at it and went to work. The first guy he killed was cheering, but did not dp so after Harry's sword impaled him from behind. Before others could react Harry chopped the head off from the second.
The other five people now looked directly at him. Before the third could react Harry was already on him, only a scream escaped, but not the scum himself. Harry's superior reflexes, situational awareness born out of countless near death encounters as well as his super-sensory ability noticed the man behind him before he could land a strike.
Harry sidestepped the downwards slash, flowing like water and cut the man's hands off promptly afterwards. Ignoring the now screaming man Harry jumped over the head of the fourth with a somersault while splitting his head in half while doing so. Before landing on his feet, the last Potter used his momentum to cut another in half from top to bottom with the ending-motion of the somersault.
By now the last two scumbags were terrified, as one could see by the yellow stains on their robes. Harry stunned those two as well as the weeping one whose hands he had cut off. Next he levitated the two children with all the rest out of the pit. Though, they too were frightened. Not to the same degree, but Harry guessed anybody would be frightened by the things they just saw.
"I am not here to hurt you." Harry said gently, which was probably ruined due to his slitted eyes and the fangs which showed as he spoke.
As he went to approach nearer most children flinched away from him trying to touch them. Well, all expect one child she had dark brown skin marred with scars here and there. Her green eyes were clearly mistrusting and her brown hair dishevelled.
"What is your name?" Harry asked in what he hoped was a calm and friendly manner.
"Beskha" the little girl replied in a small voice trying to sound brave.
Harry squatted down to be on eye-level with the children and said. "Beskha. That is a beautiful name." Harry smiled with his mouth closed this time. "I am Harry." thinking how he should put this, but nothing came to mind at the moment.
Before he could say anything the other child asked. "Are you here to kill us too?" the girl beside Beskha had an even smaller voice with her head bowed, looking at the ground. Both had their hands intertwined, taking support from each other. Harry saw that Beskha gripped the small dagger she had tighter, ready to fight and die should it come to it.
He was tightly controlling his anger and shook his head "No I am not. I came here to free all slaves, you included." he said with a grin as he took in the disbelieving faces of the children as they looked up in shock. Picking up a chain from the floor he cast a portus at it from which the metal glowed blue. "Here if you touch this it will bring you to safety." he had no desire to protect the children during a siege and this way it was safer.
"How?" asked Beskha, clearly not believing him a single second. Understandable considering the circumstances and her not so stellar experiences so far, despite having seen some of what he could do.
The messy-haired man sighed at that. "I am a wizard." levitating the children a bit up from the ground he went on as they touched the ground again. "If you touch the chain, it will bring you to my home." before one could interrupt he held up a hand and silenced the protest. "There you will arrive near a red-haired woman."
Rummaging through his pockets he took a bit of parchment and scribbled a quick note on it with a conjured quill. "Give her this and she should arrange everything for you." he would send the portkey with the children to Kinvara. The excitable woman seemed the better choice between Melisandre and Kinvara when it came to children.
"How do we know you won't enslave us as well?" asked Beskha in an angry voice and narrowed distrustful eyes. Looking much like a cornered animal, but there was hope in her eyes that was absent before. A small spark, but this one could at least grow into a roaring fire when one added the right fuel.
Harry decided to be honest with them. "You won't. You only have my word that I have no intention on doing so." he saw the conflict that happened in their minds through their posture alone. Having been like that at one time in his life. Finally their shoulders sagged, so he put the chain in their outstretched hands. "Home." upon the command the chain vanished and took the children with it. Harry sighed in relief, but frowned when he saw the three forms laying in the room. The one sans his arms had a big puddle of blood beneath him and most likely dead. He levitated the other two down in the pit and woke them up.
"Good news for you two."Harry began with a cheery smile and voice. "When you escape the pit you are free to go, but..." He let that statement hanging in the air a while as he conjured a big tiger behind them in the cage. "what would the show be without a little excitement." now his grin was downright disturbing, enhanced by his fangs and slitted eyes giving him a feral and somewhat sadistic appearance. The tiger roared at the two men and before both could turn around fully the tiger had already bit one in the neck, snapping it.
Harry did not stay, rather he went to search for more slaves he could free. In the other pyramids acting as manses were not many remaining. Just mostly servants and the like to keep a household clean and functioning. The Unsullied guards had to be killed, they would otherwise stubbornly carry out their orders. A complete restructuring of the mind wasn't really possible in these conditions and with so many of them.
So, it was the sword in these cases.
The last two buildings were the Great Pyramid and the Temple of the Graces. As he arrived at the Temple his army was already finished with it. "Any problems in the Temple?" Harry asked as he saw Divya come out of it with ten other warrior maids, walking down the steep stairs. Upon seeing him they jogged down.
Panting a little she said after catching her breath. "No, it seems all people in the temple were women and you said we shouldn't harm them." upon his raised eyebrow she went on. "We put them in the chains of the former slaves to be sure."
"Good work. I am proud of you." Harry complimented with a smile on his face. Causing Divya to beam at him with a blush colouring her cheeks, mirrored by the rest. "Lets go to the Great Pyramid." Harry proposed, but waited for the brains to catch on.
"Yes, master." it came out as a squeak and chirp at the same time. Happy and embarrassed at the same time. She like most if not all of the women from the Patrimony never knew about such a thing named courtship. They were one day chosen to bear the children of the Great Fathers and that was that. As long as the female in question had had her moon's blood it was ok and normal.
There wasn't much thought wasted on what the women in question should feel or what she even wanted. The pleasure they received from the intercourse also wasn't much. In contrast to what she heard from the gossip it was the opposite with him. Not that she needed gossip to confirm it. She stood guard at his sleeping quarters and heard the shouts of joy and euphoria his wives let out every morning and evening.
With Hyrkoon, or Harry as Divya took to call him after his insistence, it was different in general. In the short time they all knew him he always smiled at them, thanked them and encouraged them even. It filled her and the others with a strange warmth in their chests. They wanted to repay him for all he did for them with their loyalty and fighting capabilities.
And what did he do? He gave it right back to them with the same smile on his face, saying he would keep them as save as he could too. Never had any of them experienced as such from the previous Great Fathers in their lives.
Strangely enough it only served to make them want to serve him even more and better. She and everyone else of her sisters saw what he and his wives could do. Only assassins and not anticipated things could harm them as it already has been proven. So all of them came to a silent agreement that they had to train harder to be better and stronger for him. They wanted to protect him not because it was strictly necessary, but because they wanted to do so.
Breaking out of her thoughts she saw that they stood before the biggest pyramid of the city no other even standing half as tall. One couldn't see the harpy at the apex of the pyramid from their point of view. The foundation was massive and thick to support the weight of the huge structure overhead.
Dutifully she followed him up the stairs and into the interior. Inside all noise from outside was muffled and the heat was blocked from the walls thickness. Through this it was cool and dim inside. Looking and feeling as if it was dusk inside of the building. The ground level was a hushed place full of shadows and dust. Their footsteps echoing off the arches of the many coloured bricks. Among this level were the stables, stalls and storerooms from the locks of things.
There now were two ways, one down and another upwards. What lay down one could guess from the closed doors and pained moans behind. Most likely a prison for slaves and or torture chamber. Harry send one of them to Chroyane with a reusable portkey, so that she could bring healers to treat the prisoners, the healers brought with them busy with their own few wounded.
As soon as she returned the prison was inspected and everyone in there was healed, but those who deserved to be there stayed there. Which were none.
Next the group climbed upwards to the first level. It was empty of people just like the second level, where the armoury lay. The third was a kind of training facility for the guards. Only in the higher levels, starting at the seventeenth, were people at all. The heart of the pyramid housing servants and guests. The routine of freeing slaves and killing the masters as well as chaining the women and children of them continued. All living masters and their relatives would have to be checked for their crimes through Legilimency or Veritaserum after the conquest and punished accordingly.
Finally after much walking up stairs Harry arrived with his entourage at the second highest level. The throne room itself. The throne was made out of gilded wood carved in the shape of a harpy. Not many masters remained. Only ten people were remaining in total. From the locks of them and their similarities it was even a family.
Harry stopped directly before the stairs that led up to the throne and fired an overpowered freezing spell, freezing all standing above. He slowly walked up the stairs and once arrived at the throne levitated all ten frozen people down, while freeing their faces so that they could speak.
"Before you go on long winded tirades I want to ask a quick question. Are you the ruling family of Meereen?" it seemed like a silly question, but maybe they had taken advantage of the chaos and inserted themselves in it, hoping the attackers would perish without them doing much.
"Indeed we are." answered an old woman. She was tall with white hair, skin thin as parchment and wore nearly all green Tokar decorated with gold and pearls with a green veil, lipstick and green painted upper eyelid. Despite her age she looked graceful with piercing green eyes full of intelligence, wisdom and experience. After she answered the woman send the middle-aged man near her a harsh glare to shut him up.
"Excellent." Harry exclaimed happy to find it the truth. "My name is Harrison Black and as you can see I have conquered your city and freed your slaves. With whom have I the pleasure of talking to?"
The same woman as before spoke again. "My name is Galazza Galare, the Green Grace of Meereen and we represent the House of Galare." her voice was calm and peaceful as if she wasn't frozen stiff right now and in danger of being killed. A far cry away from the others in her company. The man from before was red and purple from being ignored, reminding him of his Uncle Vernon, while others were frightened.
"Good, now that introductions are out of the way I will explain to you why I haven't killed you and be done with it." He repositioned himself on the chair to find a more comfortable position. "You see, every other House of this city should be either eradicated or imprisoned by now. Though, more often than not only the men were killed due to resisting arrest so to speak." his grin was shark-like in appearance, his incisors only enhancing the effect.
"And why did you not do the same to us?" she inquired politely as if discussing the weather and not the possible slaughter of her family. His appearance not bothering her in the slightest.
Harry liked that woman. Calm and collected, knowing when she was beaten and not making ridiculous demands while being chained. Something quite many slavers had done. "Easy, I need someone ruling this city, because I have my own lands to rule and can't be here all the time to supervise." swinging one leg over the other so that his right foot rested on his left knee he went on. "You can rule this city like before. With certain restrictions, of course."
Now Galazza was definitely interested from the glint in her eye. "Which restrictions would that be?" still frozen stiff her eyes and face could express her intentions perfectly well. Or at least express what she wanted him to see.
Harry counted on his fingers now. "One, there will be no more slaves in this city." Another finger. "Two, to make sure you treat your ex-slaves and future employees well I will place a curse upon you all, which lets you feel every bit of pain you will inflict upon them. Be it through your hand or command." A third finger. "And three, half the gold from the eradicated families will flow into your pockets under the premise that you will free every slave you come across and give them education and work. How much you pay them is up to you as long as you acquire the slave in question with their consent and the amount is sufficient to live off."
"I have personally nothing against those demands, except the curse, of course. Though how do you think we should accomplish the task of freeing the slaves? They are our income and only trade we possess." Galazza commented calmly as she looked into his slitted eyes. Not really scoffing at the idea of a curse when she currently couldn't move a muscle.
Now Harry really liked that woman. "Excellent question." saying it much like a teacher would do to a pupil. "Now that these lands are under my control I will make them fertile once more. With this you should be able to plant crops and the like to get things for trade." Harry said it nonchalantly, but the widening of her eyes told him all he needed to know.
"Why are you surprised? You after all commanded your troops to invade my home. For exactly the purpose of acquiring the means to do exactly that. Am I wrong?"
Shaking her head she replied still as calm, but with another glare at the man, who previously sat on the throne. "Yes, my cousin did order that. However I urged him to find a peaceful solution. Alas, my voice of reason was drowned by the shouting of the warmongers from Astrapor and Yunkai, who have no idea how a war is fought themselves."
Now Harry chuckled and said. "I would've indeed helped you, if you had come to me under the banner of peace. I probably still would've demanded the abolishment of slavery, although on different terms."
After he brought his amusement under control Harry continued. "I see no reason we couldn't work together as long as you keep these three conditions. Yunkai and Astrapor will agree to the same terms or perish." the last part was said with such utter certainty that Galazza couldn't bring herself to doubt the man before her.
After that Harry set the curse on the whole family. Every time someone of them hit, whipped or injured a slave in any manner they felt the same pain. The same went with guards or others ordered to do it. They would punish themselves more than the slaves. If two of them would punish a slave with a lashing then both would fell the double amount of pain while the slaves each only felt the normal amount. Not to mention that the children of the family served as a deterrent to do so at all.
Normally the curse was something he wouldn't use, but Harry found something interesting in the mind of Galazza. She was someone called the Harpy who could command a group of fanatics. With the curse it should serve to dissuade her. Once he was sure she wouldn't do something stupid the curse would be lifted.
Other than that the remaining former masters were imprisoned in the cells underneath the pyramid until he could get them trials or other arrangements. This time he had thought ahead and prevented the slaves from going amok. Averting a repeat like on the slaver ship. His orders included to prevent the slaves from pillaging and burning down things in their bloodthirsty desire for revenge.
Harry also left another thousand warrior maids to keep the peace until more order could be established. The rest now stood before the Great Pyramid on the typical red streets of Meereen with Harry, waiting for him to open a portal to Yunkai. A few seconds later the typical pink colour spread out and opened the also typical oval shaped portal.
As he stepped out Yunkai stretched before him. It lay in the vicinity of an oasis, which stood out glaringly in the typical sandy landscape with its green and blue colours.
The yellow city held around two-hundred thousand slaves from what Harry guessed. 'At least I have much workforce in the future.' Harry thought as he observed his army exiting the portal in pairs of five.
After all were through Harry panted a little. This city seemed to be his limit for today and his army did not look much better off itself. Something he had not calculated. One day more or not did not matter in his conquest. Besides he had the advantage in mobility anyway.
'I should probably check if something has happened at home after this.' he trusted Kinvara and Melisandre due to the vow, but that did not mean they couldn't be overwhelmed somehow.
Just like with Meereen they soon stood before the gates, within a safe distance of course. The harpy displayed here was different. It had the same crouched pose with its leathery wings outstretched and scorpion tail raised to attack, but instead of holding nothing the creature held shackles in one of its eagle talons and in the other an iron collar. The yellow walls locked to be crumbling. Inside the typical stepped pyramids could be seen.
Tents weren't needed. Laying siege wasn't a drawn out affair with magic on ones side. Something that seemed to confuse the enemy on the walls apparently. Just like the city before the defences were pitiful.
Turning to his warrior maids, Harry cast a Sonorous on himself, saying. "You know the drill. I will destroy the gates, afterwards we free all slaves, but prevent them from going out of control, shackle the masters and kill all who oppose us." despite their fatigue the army cheered loudly. Sure they trained for a big part of their lives, but most only were on the other side of the walls while the enemy crashed and dispersed against their mighty strongholds. To attack was new, frightening and exciting all in one even when it was the second time now. The healers stood ready too, bolstered by the knowledge of having not lost a single one at Meereen, despite it being the first siege in the history of the Patrimony. Well, in recorded history anyway.
Another power circle was drawn into the flat transfigured ground. After just a minute of channelling his magic into the spell he exclaimed loudly. "Bombarda Maxima!" the spell promptly flew towards the gate, shattering it and allowing his army access.
This time they did not need a command to attack. While his army stormed the city Harry again flew towards an arrow storm, incinerating it with a massive wave of fire in his Phoenix form. Besides his song the sight alone seemed to heighten the fighting spirit of his army. The skeletal troops holding it did not do so for very long. Usually Yunkai would have had five-thousand men. Even with the full numbers Harry had more than twice that, so it made no difference. Much like Meereen it fell, only faster.
Following the crushing defeat all slaves were freed and the masters chained. The pyramids were also looted after the masters and their families were laid in chains for the time being. The biggest pyramid was again last with much the same picture as in Meereen. Harry and Divya standing before it with warrior-maids behind them.
Entering the massive structure saw them faced with no opposition at all. The slaves freed on the way further inside stayed in place and did not move. "Seems at least one master has some sense as to how to treat subordinates." Harry commented after he signalled them to stop freeing them.
Divya nodded along in agreement. "It seems like it, master."
He motioned them forward with a wave of his hand. Finally a set of double doors were before them, made out of cedar wood. Something that once was quite plentiful in Ghis. Harry swung the doors open with a bang, seeing no need to be polite or some such at the moment.
There were few people inside. One was a woman, who somewhat looked like a man and had purple hair of all things. She or he, Harry wasn't sure, had a willowy figure and upon closer inspection purple eyes, dressing in moonstones and myrish lace. The clothes weren't in purple like the rest of the person, but a bright orange.
Next sitting upon a dais was a vastly obese man. One could fit three Vernon Dursleys inside him. He was bald with yellow eyes, obvious multiple chin and dressed in a massive yellow silk Tokar with golden fringe.
'Can he even walk?' Harry wondered and pondered at the same time. It was highly doubtful. The nearer they came the more noticeable got an unbearable stench emanating from the fat man. 'Oh god, he stinks worse than a load of dung.' Harry resisted the urge to hold his nose closed with one hand.
He solved the problem with a quick modified bubble-head charm, which placed a small bubble in each nostril to prevent the stench from invading his nose. He subtly repeated the process for Divya and the others, seeing them relax visibly.
All around the room were grotesquely deformed people. Ranging from people with two heads to dwarfs. There was even a boy with the feet of a goat, a two-headed woman, a giant and a bearded woman.
The yellow whale in front of Harry began to speak in a wheezing voice, as if opening his mouth alone was a chore for him. 'Which it probably is.' Harry conceded in his mind.
"Welcome to my humble home. My name is Yezzan zo Qaggaz of the House of Qaggaz. I'm assuming you are the leader of the newly arrived city that is in the mouth and ear of everybody at the current time." his voice carrying its content barely to Harry's ears.
Harry, much more imposing in his full armour than the morbidly obese fatso, simply raised an eyebrow. He knew that his actions would sooner or later travel far, but had wished it to be later rather than sooner.
"Indeed I am and it seems you are the only remaining wise master in Yunkai. All others either perished before my walls or were laid in chains just moments before." it was said nonchalantly as if it wasn't even noteworthy that he sacked a city in a single day without too much effort. It were two, but Yezzan couldn't possibly know that, yet.
"So it would seem." Yezzan wheezed with a cough coming from his titanic gob. One could see gaps in his mouth from missing teeth. "Are you here to imprison me as well?" he inquired with a touch of amusement in his voice and yellow eyes.
'Probably, because he thinks I wouldn't be able to move him.' even Harry chuckled at that a bit, but composed himself quickly. Not to mention that imprisonment wouldn't agree with someone in Yezzan's condition. So he shook his head. "I came here to do that, at first." Harry admitted, seeing that he had the attention of the fat man Harry continued. His warrior-maids having arranged themselves behind him, ready to defend him from an attack. "You are lucky that you seem to treat your slaves right. Only a few left once I removed their chains, which works in your favour."
"How exactly does it work in my favour?" the yellow whale said, the sound coming out as if a real whale would sing. Again he coughed into his hand in a fit afterwards.
Harry waited until the man overcame his coughing fit and calmed down. "Easy, I obviously need someone who can rule this city in my stead. After all I have my own lands to govern. You seem like the best choice among the Yunkai'i. All others that perished before my city were much too troublesome with their petty squabbles and idiotism."
That caused Yezzan to laugh and wheeze, while his much to big massive chin wobbled with the motion, creating waves in his skin. "Indeed. My fellow wise Masters thought themselves battle commanders, but they all were anything but. Most of all Yurkhaz zo Yunzak the so called supreme commander of Yunkai's army."
Upon hearing the name Harry racked his brain to who it could've been. Sure, he had not a single talk with the enemy, but someone called supreme commander would stick out.
In a flash it came to him and he couldn't suppress a snicker, which earned him the attention of Yezzan. "You mean the old man, who looked like a shrivelled prune and rode on a much too large and pompous palanquin carried by forty slaves?" Harry had seen the man once as he surveyed the enemy before the attack and briefly thought he saw wrong. It was idiotic to bring a palanquin onto a battlefield, let alone such a massively inconvenient one.
Now they both laughed at the ridiculous image that old man had presented. The excessive laughing posed problems to Yezzan as he seemed to cough up blood. The purple-haired... person attended him immediately. Fussing over him and his massive form.
"What's wrong with him?" Harry inquired somewhat concerned. He did not know the man much. Only that he probably treated his slaves alright, was shrewd and intelligent. All in all someone he would like to have in place to govern this city. With certain insurances in place, obviously.
The one attending Yezzan answered with concern evident in his or her voice. It irked Harry more than he would like to admit that he could not determine the gender of the person exactly. Even the voice seemed strangely hermaphrodite like. "Master has contracted an unknown disease as he visited Sothoryos once in the past. Dreadful place, should be avoided at all cost." she muttered a few more unfavourable things under her or his breath directed at the southern, plague ridden continent.
Harry scratched his chin in thought, weighting his options. In the end the best course would be to heal the man and help him lose some weight before he died of a heart attack. Enlarging the trunk taken from his pocket, he cast a diagnostic spell at Yezzan. The results were numerous. He had jaundice and gall stones the size of pebbles. Worms festered in his extremities, which were also beginning to rot away. Among other things. It was all quite unpleasant to see just how many diseases and other things this guy had caught.
'At least I know he has a high pain tolerance.' the raven-haired man mused. Yezzan had to live in near constant pain and it was a small wonder he lived up until now.
Another sigh escaped him. He had to use the Phoenix tears again. He could diagnose what the guy had, but Harry was no Narcissa that could heal Yezzan with other potions or spells, not very versed in healing himself. He took the small container together with a smaller vial out. He swiftly put the vial into the tears to get only the few he needed. That done he turned to Yezzan. "I can heal your body." he said from behind the purple person, though Yezzan did not take his shrewd gaze of him for a second.
"And what do you expect in return?" asked Yezzan, showing that despite being as big as a wagon he had intelligence. "I doubt you would give this to me for free." he commented in an afterthought. All the while coughing a bit.
Harry nodded in agreement, holding up the vial in his right hand. "For this I have three conditions. First there will be no more slavery in this city. Second half the wealth of the other wise masters will flow into your pockets as long as you free all slaves and improve the lives of your future subjects. And thirdly I will place a curse upon you. The curse will let all the food you eat too much taste like ash in your mouth." it was a fitting punishment for a glutton. But Harry had other reasons as well.
It would discourage him to eat so much, hopefully slim him down. Even if Yezzan should eat more than he could chew the nutrients and fat would not go into the body, but crapped out together with the feces. Not a pleasant experience. Once arrived at a healthy weight the curse would lie dormant until needed again. "Do we have an agreement?"
Yezzan mulled it over pretty long in his head. A painful life for however long he had remaining on this earth or be healed, but his greatest passion would be taken instead. "How long will I have to bear this curse?" he finally inquired with a small frown marring his fat face. Sure the curse could be much more unpleasant than the man before him claimed, but on the other hand Yezzan knew that the green-eyed man could kill him without problem. So why prolong the suffering of one master he not even knew?
With his arms crossed behind him Harry patiently replied. "As long as it takes for you to slim down to a healthy weight." the explanation seemed to be acceptable to the yellow whale. The only really wise master in Yunkai nodded his head in acceptance, again letting his massive chin swing with the motion.
"I suppose that is agreeable." he conceded. He ate much and enjoyed it, but his life was worth more. 'Besides the gains outweigh the rest by a large margin. I get more money, control over the city and my health back in exchange for however brief a time the curse is active in comparison to the rest of my life and the abolishment of slavery.'
Despite what many masters would like to tell others and themselves Yezzan knew that slavery was not necessary for a few to achieve greatness and contemplate the stars, as they put it. No, Braavos was proof of that. It was the wealthiest city in the known world with not a single slave living in it. The yellow whale was intelligent enough to see that change was needed in Slavers Bay and the change came in the form of the man before him.
"Excellent." Harry exclaimed with a happy grin and clapped hands. The last potter walked near the obese man, saying. "Open your mouth and it will be over quick." the man did as instructed. Harry dropped ten tear drops in Yezzan's mouth, shortly accompanied by a sickly yellow curse, fitting colour for the fat man before him. The worms were removed with the Tergeo spell, siphoning them out of his flesh, together with massive amounts of pus as well as other disgusting fluids.
Harry blessed the one wizard who invented the bubble-head charm in his mind quite a lot during the procedure. Lastly, Harry performed a gentle Legilimency on the man and made a mental note for Narcissa to look after the deformed people and heal them, if possible.
"I forgot to mention one thing." confronting the fat man with a change of attitude only a master of Occlumency was capable of Harry directed his now murderous glare upon the last wise master of Yunkai not dead or in chains.
"Your slaves are now servants. That means they get paid or released of their service. You won't play with their lives and can't command them to do anything humiliating or degrading." backing it up with a Dementors aura his voice growing equally cold with the breath of the people in the room showing, letting them shiver. "If you do I will find out and I will do much more than just let make food taste like ash in your mouth!" it was accompanied with a slight increase of the pressure in the room. "When I am done you will be a slave in your mind and wish I had killed you today."
A subtle gesture of the hand placed the fat man under an Imperius. "Do you understand?" Harry asked and commanded him to reply positively.
"Yes!" came the typical monotone voice of a victim of this particular curse. The usual glassy, vacant eyes staring unblinkingly back at Harry. It was good the last Potter performed a Legilimency search on Yezzan. What he found was frankly disgusting. Sure the man was shrewd and intelligent like Harry thought and cared more for his slaves than others.
In the end it were just slaves to him though, to do with as he pleased. Harry released the curse and looked the now rightfully terrified man in the eyes. It was always easier to produce fear than love. In the beginning it would be fear he ruled with, but hoped to earn the love with his following deeds. Otherwise he wouldn't be better than the masters.
When everything was said and done Harry even received some advice from the grateful and extremely fearful Yezzan regarding Astrapor and its forces. A very useful plan was given to Harry by the shrewd new ruler of Yunkai, but probably only because the man wanted to seem useful.
Like in Meereen a thousand warrior-maids were stationed to keep the peace until something better could be arranged.
Exhausted Harry and his remaining eleven-thousand warriors made their way home through a portal to recuperate and to prepare a bit for Harry's own plan regarding New Ghis.