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Part Three
Hermione stared at Harry, has if he had grown another head.
"How best to explain?" The immortal asked himself. "Yes I know. Since the draw of time we lived along side you. Living many secret lives waiting for the time of the gathering, when those who remained would journey to a far off land to battle to the last. In the end there can be only one. The one would receive the prize."
She continued to look at him if he was strange..
"Don't ask me what is it." Harry continued. "Not even the oldest immortal knows what it is."
"Tell her the rest will ya." Connor groaned. "About the game and all that stuff."
"That no longer hold true." Harry shook his head. "Not since Voldemort's over run."
"Can you die?" The witch asked.
"Yes," he replied. "If my head is cut off I die permanently."
"What did you mean by over run?" Draco asked.
"All the immortals around the world, have met on holy ground, head hunters, the lot." The immortal began. "Voldemort had captured a quickening. In fact several of the younger immortals had been destroyed by him."
He paused.
"He'll get the prize, if he continues at the rate he is going." Harry continued. "Soon he'll be an immortal, but not killable by beheading. Magic, swords, mutant powers and enchantments will all be unless against him. Then he'll have all the time in the universe to conquer everything."
Harry closed his eyes. He remember opening his eyes and coughing. There was a strange feeling in the air. "We must go now." A voice whispered, it was Madam Pomfrey.
"What happened?" Harry groaned, as he was pulled to his feet.
"Later." The witch spoke and the pair vanished.
Madam Pomfrey was an immortal. One of the old ones, at least 1000 years old. She was powerful too. Everyone thought she only had enough magic to do healing magic. The true was much different she was present when Hogwarts was founded.
She sent him to study under an immortal called Duncan, he was once a Scottish Highlander. Duncan had taught him how to handle a sword. Then came the first great battle against Voldemort. Duncan had agreed to let him go off and face Voldemort.
That is when he saw it. The dark wizard destroying a pre immortal and taking the quickening. Harry ran to inform Duncan of this. "God help us." The older immortal had said.
Duncan then paced for a bit. "That's it!"
"That's what?" Harry did not have a cue.
"I'll call council." Duncan spoke softly
"Council?" Harry had asked
"Whenever a threat to us appears." Duncan explained. "A council maybe, called on holy ground."
"So how can he be stopped?" Kitty asked her question echoing into Harry's brain.
"By pouring all the quickening into one another immortal." Magneto replied. "I'm aware of many things."
"Wouldn't that be a bit of a mess." Shadowcat pulled a face.
"There is a way." A statement this time from Harry. "Immortals can renounce their claim to the prize and transfer their quickening to another immortal."