Through The War

tearing through the woods

Three brothers, travelling along a lonely, winding road at twilight reached a deep treacherous river where anyone who attempted to swim or wade would drown. Learned in the magical arts, the brothers conjured a bridge with their wands and proceed to cross.

The Death in the bridge
Halfway through the bridge, a hooded figure stood before them. The figure was the enraged spirit of Death, cheated of his due. Death cunningly pretended to congratulate them and proceeds to award them with gifts of their own choosing.

The eldest brother, a combative man, asked for a wand more powerful than any in existence. Death granted his wish by fashioning the Elder Wand from a branch of a nearby elder tree standing on the banks of the river. The second brother, an arrogant man, chose to further humiliate death, and asked for the power to recall the deceased from the grave. Death granted his wish by crafting the Resurrection Stone from a stone picked from the riverbank. The third and youngest brother, who was the most humble and wise, did not trust Death and asked for something to enable him to go forth without Death being able to follow. A reluctant Death, most unwillingly, handed over a part his own Invisibility cloak.

The three brothers took their prizes and soon went on their separate ways.

The eldest brother travelled to a village where a wizard whom he had quarrelled lived. He sought out a duel and fought the wizard using the wand, instantly killing the latter.

Leaving his enemy dead upon the floor, the eldest brother walked to an inn not far from the duelling site and spent the night there. Taken by his conscience and lust of the Elder Wand's power, the eldest brother boasted of this wand gifted by Death and his own invincibility.

That very night, a murderous wizard killed the eldest brother. The unknown murderous wizard crept to the inn as the eldest brother slept, drunk from wine. The wizard slit the oldest brother's throat for good measure and stole the wand. That was when Death took the first brother.

"Greeting Death as an old friend, they departed this life as equals."
The second brother returned to his home where he lived alone. Turning the stone thrice in his hand the figure of the girl he had once hoped to marry, before her untimely death, appeared at once before him, much to his delight. Yet she was sad and cold, separated from him as by a veil. Though she had returned to the mortal world, she did not truly belong there and suffered. Finally, the second brother, driven mad with hopeless longing, committed suicide by hanging from his house' balcony so as truly to join her. That was when Death took the second brother for his own.

Death searched for the youngest brother as years passed but never succeeded. It was only when the third brother reached a great age, he took off the Cloak of Invisibility and gave it to his son. Greeting Death as an old friend, they departed this life as equals.

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Hermione finished the story with great dramatics and set the book down on her lap heavily. The room was eerily silent, only sound the nervous breathing of Xenophilius Lovegood beside me, his hands twisted together in nerves. Ron seemed to be watching him carefully, his eyes never leaving the trembling hands of Xenophelius. He kept glancing at me and the window, putting us all on unease - something felt wrong.

All four of us had apparated to the front door of the Lovegood house and knocked on the door, to which Mr.Lovegood hurriedly answered, a flurry of anxiety. Me, Ron and Hermione decided to stay under the cloak since Hermione's muggle born, Ron is supposed to be on bed rest with Splattergroit and I'm obviously, No. 1 Most Wanted.

He had reluctantly let us in, and almost had a heart attack when he saw me. He greeted us nervously and served us tea, deterring from the subject of Luna every time it was brought up. It didn't take long for us to get to the subject at hand, the symbol in Hermione's book. The one that he wore at the wedding on his necklace. Xenophilius quickly answered, and we jumped into the tale of the three brothers, much to Hermione's displeasure - she had a bad feeling about the Deathly Hallows, didn't trust them.