Highlander: Harry and Hermione are betrayed by those they trusted after the war. They awaken after being left for dead as Immortals they now are determined to have vengeance for the betrayal of those they called friend. George Hagrid McGonagall & Luna are their only allies left alive. They need to leave for a few years and learn what being Immortal means and how to play the Game. Goblin made blades.
Don't own Potter verse or Highlander verse if I did Ron would have died against the chess set and Ritchie would still be around.
A dark haired young man grunted as he gripped the hole in his stomach where his girlfriend of the last year had just gutted him. The figure felt his glasses slide off of his face as he fell to his knees in agony. He didn't understand what this was all about; he thought that there was finally a future for him not just death and agony. He was Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, Youngest Seeker in a Century, Triwizard Champion, the Chosen One, Master of Death, and Defeater of the Dark Lord. He had lived through all sorts of pain and hardships for years and now he was dying. Eight years after the war against Volemort, and now he was dying. The 25 year old thought grimly, wondering if there was a reason for it being now instead of then. He looked up at the two redheads that were smirking at him as he tried to hold the life juice in him. He opened and closed his mouth a few times but no sounds came out of it. He could feel a trickle of blood though. The pair merely chuckled a bit at this though and the larger of the two dropped a body next to him.
He looked down and saw that it was his best friend Hermione Granger. The young woman was without a doubt one of the smartest witches that he had ever met. Her wild brown hair which had finally tamed itself was now a matted knot as she crumpled to the ground next him. He saw the sign of a piercing charm on the front of her robes. The spell had gone right through her heart. She was currently letting out her last gasps of breath alongside of him. Her eyes caught his pleading with him to save her one more time from the hands of the Grim Reaper.
Harry's eyes widened as he summoned all the magic he could, his best friend would not die! He promised himself. Unknown to him a stone that had been abandoned in the forest flared, a legendary wand flashed brightly within the grip of its former master lighting up the inside of the coffin, and a cloak that was hung in a place of honor in a closet rustled as if a wind was blowing around it. The two figures in fear cast a final spell at the pair and two bolts of green knocked the pair down for a final time.
"You don't think he's getting up again do you?" Ron Weasley nervously questioned his sister as he kicked at the bodies of his best 'mates'. He had seen Harry rise over the impossible enough time to be a bit worried. It wouldn't completely surprise him if he was able to somehow overcome something like Death. The young wizard had done it before after all. The redhead reasoned to himself as he checked the pair over. Hermione had also proved just as durable or lucky as the wizard was and he didn't want either of them coming after him when he could have made sure that they were good and gone.
Ginny Weasley snorted at this as she stared at the fallen forms of the pair at her feet. "Please, there is no way that those two could survive a killing curse along with everything else that we've done to them." She informed her idiot of a brother as she waved her wand. The earth beneath the pair cracked, dropping the pair of bodies into a ditch. "There," she said as another wave of her wand and the ground covered itself back up. "They're gone and there's nothing that anybody can do about it this time. The Dark Lord may be gone but as his heir I shall recreate the world that he tried to build." The two figures disappeared with a crack it was time to summon their army together now that the only true obstacles had been removed from the playing field left to rot in a shallow unmarked grave in the countryside. There would be no one to mourn the pair as their memory would simply fade away into the obscurity that they belonged to.
Harry and Hermione gasped as they came to and pushed their way out of the shallow graves that their supposed friends had tossed them into. "What happened?" Harry questioned his friend as they both checked themselves over for wounds that they knew that they had received but only found dried blood on their clothes.
"I don't know," the witch admitted nervously, "I do remember dying though." She said as she placed her cloak back on to cover her bloody shirt.
"So how are we still alive then?" Harry questioned as he put on his own cloak to hide the blood stains.
"I don't know Harry, it will require research." A frustrated Hermione admitted to him.
"Then we best get out of here then." Harry said as he helped her up. "I don't fancy being here when they realize that they may not have done a thorough job of it." Harry said darkly.
Hermione nodded her head in agreement and the pair apparated to a house that they seldom used other than the fact that it made a great research area. Number 12 Grimauld place. Once a safe house for everything pureblood, it now served as an occasional base to fight that sort of bigotry. The pair quickly slipped inside and headed for the library.
"Kreature." Harry hissed, summoning an elf that he knew. The elf appeared with a crack. The elf gasped at seeing them.
"Yous is being alive." He cried out as he began checking the two over. "Word is you is being dead." The elf informed them.
"Not yet," Harry grumbled, "but not from a lack of trying though. I'm really tempted to just leave these people to their own devices this time around though." He then turned to the elf. "What's been happening since we've been out of it?"
"The purebloods is taking over again." The elf reported with mixed emotions on his face. "They is rounding all the muggleborn and halfbloods whiles the school is being taken control of."
Harry nodded at this, it was Voldemort all over again only this time he didn't feel the undying need to rush out and save the wizards from their own stupidity and stubbornness. Besides they all thought he was dead and as much as it might gall him right now he did his best work from the shadows as opposed to trying to lead from the front. "Tell the goblins to freeze my accounts Kreature, I want to prepare a few things first and I don't want anyone trying to access my account. Only someone with the key and my password is going to get through." He told the elf with a dark look on his face.
"And what be the password master?" The elf asked smiling at the efforts that the young man was taking to protect himself and the Black family fortune. The Mistress and Master Regulus would have approved of the boy's priorities unlike the ungrateful blood traitor son had.
Harry looked up at Hermione hopefully. "Mione can you think of a good password?"
The witch paused in what she was doing before turning to face the pair. "All that is Gold does not glitter." She told them before turning back to her work on why they were still alive and what they could do now that war had once again erupted around them.
"All right, you heard her Kreature get going." Harry told the elf, who nodded in understanding before he popped away.
"We need to leave soon Harry. Once they find out that the account is key and password protected they'll come here." Hermione explained to her friend. Harry nodded as he withdrew a sack of emergency gold he left stashed at the house for just such occasions. They had learned from their last war and didn't intend to make some of the same mistakes again. The pair gathered what they thought they might need before apparating again.
The pair grimaced as they felt something in the back of their skulls. It was like someone had blown up a bomb in their skulls the pain disappeared as quickly as it had come. "What was that?" Harry asked wincing as he massaged his head.
"No idea," Hermione admitted, "I'll need to study it a bit before I know just what it is. Have you ever felt anything like that before?"
"Once," Harry admitted, "it was just after we woke up from our dirt nap. I felt something like that in my head but it went away just as quickly that time as well."
"What you're feeling is a Quickening." A figure said as a two men and a woman stepped out of the shadows.
The pair reacted reflexively and drew their wands to aim at the group not sure just who they could trust. "A what?" Hermione asked from behind her wand.
"Quickening," the taller of the two men explained, "you're Immortal."
"We're what?" Hermione questioned in disbelief.
"Immortal," the man with dark brown hair said, "you do understand what that means right? He chided them.
"I think that we have some idea what it means." Harry growled angrily.
"Easy there Me… Adam, there's no reason to be rude." The black haired man told his companion sternly.
"Fine Highlander, I'll let you do your thing then." The man said as he took a step back to allow the man to control the conversation. "You can hold their hands all you want to." He snarked at the other man.
"Thank you." The man returned before turning to the two newborns. "I can take you someplace to explain everything or we can do it here." He offered to them.
"Mione?" Harry questioned nervously.
"They might be able to help us Harry, besides what's the worst that can happen?" Hermione asked him.
"Good, lets head to Joe's then grab some beers and explain to the newbies all about the things that we get to do." The other man said with heavy sarcasm. "At least there will be beer for us to drink while we do this. Highlander you can be the one to do the buying." The man said as they lead the group.
"What, did Joe cut you off again until you pay some of your tab?" McLeod questioned his companion in amusement.
"Something like that." The man admitted, scowling at his companions who merely laughed at him.
"I've been doing some research Harry, and I think I know how we became Immortal." Hermione told her friend looking a bit apprehensive as she looked at her friend.
"I thought according to Duncan that you either are or you aren't though?" Harry questioned the girl.
"I thought so too, however we both look too much like our parents for it to be a coincidence. There is also the fact that you wouldn't be able to get into some of the Potter vaults without being a Potter by blood." She pointed out to him.
"Oh… Yeah." Harry said somewhat sheepishly. "All right, so we're not normal Immortals then." Harry tried as he took a pull from his beer mug. "What do you think happened to us then?"
"I think that we might have been somehow affected by the Deathly Hallows." She explained to him. "You had a few moments right before you died when you said you felt the power being the Master of Death gave you right." Harry nodded at her not understanding what this had to with their being Immortals. "What if the power somehow affected all of us?" She questioned him her eyes shining brightly as she considered what it might mean.
"So in other words we're both Immortal because of the Hollows." Harry said shaking his head in disbelief at the very thought that it was because of him that their lives were now like they were. "What about Ron and Ginny, would this power have affected them as well? They were standing next to us when it happened." He pointed out to her.
Hermione paled at the thought of those two becoming Immortal. "I don't think so, but there is so much about all of this that I just don't understand." She sourly admitted to him. "It could be you have to be dead or dying when it happens for it to grant you Immortality. Then again there is a chance that your right and they were affected as well." She scowled as she tried to find an answer to the questions that they had. The only way that I can honestly think of to test that theory would be to kill them."
"It's alright, you'll figure it out eventually." Harry assured her. And that's a plan I'm not totally against anyways." He told her grimly. I could do it for research purposes. He offered her with the dark look in his eyes that he always got whenever he thought about their former friends.
"No Harry, I won't have you go searching for trouble with those two. Hermione informed him with a hard look in her eyes. "No matter how much it is that they may deserve it."
"Are you sure?" Harry asked her. "For you I'll even make it painless since it would be in the name of research." He tried to barter with her.
"No," the Immortal witch told the wizard before turning back to the project that she was working on.
"So am I right?" Harry asked her worriedly as he tossed his wand side to side.
Hermione nodded as she checked the results that were on the paper before her praying that the results were wrong. "Yes Harry, it seems that you are. With every Quickening that we manage to take we become a little bit more powerful magically. It will take us a while before we come near Dumbedore's levels though. By these number maybe a hundred years or more before either of us come close. Only if we continue taking heads at the same rate that we have been though." She added in warning.
"Which isn't exactly something that we really can control all that much." Harry grumbled, running his hand through his hair as he tried to think of what they could do next.
Harry sighed as he looked out across the ship. For the last twenty years he and Hermione had traveled the world together and apart taking in everything that they could of life. They were well trained and had finally felt that they had the necessary skills to do what needed to be done. They wouldn't do a partial job this time but complete it. He wondered though if he really and truly understood what the cost of doing this was going to cost him.
Ron Weasley gasped as he looked at the figure heading his way. He might be in his mid forties now but he would never forget the face of the figure before him no matter how many years had passed between them. "Harry." He croaked out in awe. The hero of the wizarding world didn't look like he had aged one bit since he had killed him all those years ago. He looked at the people around Harry and recognized some of them. There was James Thomas the son of Dean and Alicia Spinnet Thomas. Next to him was Miranda and Joan Weasley the twin daughters of Percy and Penny. Jason Wood and his two younger sisters Alice and Jordan. They were the children of Ron's old Quidditch rivals Oliver and Katie Wood. Leading the pack of misfit urchins though was Diana Lovegood and her half brother Scorpious Malfoy. The girl was the real threat though; a shame Malfoy hadn't killed Looney after he was finished with her that time. Now she was here to exact revenge for her mother.
The graying redhead looked his old friend over and wondered how he did it. Had he come back from the moment that he had died or had he been around all the time? He had heard plenty of rumors over the years by various people but had never truly believed in any of them. If he was the same Harry he killed all those years ago then he could easily deal with. The prat as he was back then was way too noble to use anything more dangerous than a stunner.
"Ron," Harry greeted as he drew a sword from his back. "I've got a favor to return to you and Ginny." There was little doubt in anyone's mind that the young man before them meant just what he had said.
Ron snorted at this despite the small trickle of fear that went down his back. "Big talk Harry," he mocked the figure. "Would somebody kill them please? Sorry about this Miranda and Joan but you backed the wrong broom."
"Stand back Harry he's mine." George Weasley said as he stepped out of the crowd that he had been with. The wizard smirked at his younger brother coldly as he looked him over. "This has been a long time coming Won Won."
"Yeah Harry, besides I have some freaks like you that really want to get together with you." Ron said waving his wand and a curtain came up showing four Immortals. "They said that they want to get the game started and that you would know what it was that they talked about." Harry nodded as he moved sword into the guard position as he headed down to meet the group of Immortals that had sided with the purebloods.
"Well?"
"It's not Ginny Harry, whatever that is it's not Ginny." Hermione explained as she pushed herself up. "I managed to get into her memories for a moment and I think that whatever the diary did to her something may have stuck around."
"Correct as usual Hermione." Ginny said from where she had been watching them. "After the soul shard tried to posses me this body was wide open for any kind of mental attacks. I learned of the possession though and decided to make the best of it though. Whenever Miss Weasley had a detention during the Dark Lord's year of power Snape would be oversee it. During those detentions I would pour my memories into her. The project was nearly complete by the time you managed to defeat the Dark Lord."
"So what, you're really Voldemort?" Harry asked warily as he eyed the redheaded figure in disbelief. "Can't you just stay gone already?" He grumbled as he took a new stance in watching the witch.
"No, not Voldemort, and not Ginny Weasley." The figure returned as it began to pace in front of the two of them. "It is more like a merger of your Ginny and Voldemort. I am the Dark Lady Shadows, Mistress of all." The witch said with a smirk as she eyed the pair. "I attached myself to you because you were the power of the time. I needed time to strengthen my body before it could battle you. Then it occurred to me that I didn't need some great battle I could just make you disappear. It seems as though that only had a partial success considering that your back." The witch noted as she glared at the pair as if everything going wrong was their fault.
Harry smirked at the witch. "Yeah being Immortal has that affect on me not staying dead." The Immortal wizard mocked at her.
Ginny scowled at this. "Yes, I am going to have to learn how you managed that little bit of magic as well." Ginny returned angrily. "Now hand over the elder wand." She commanded him. "I intend to make sure that you die for it properly this time. No obscure magic to protect you this time."
"Come and get it, if you want it." Harry said as he drew Gryffindor's sword in one hand and the elder wand in the other. Hopefully the combined power of the two legendary weapons would be enough to deal with this thing that held the face of his friend. "Show me what you got Ginervamort." He taunted her beckoning her toward him. "Maybe you have a lethal version of the bat-bogey hex that Ginny was so proud of." He mocked hoping that she would make the first move in their fight.