A Devil Takes Care of His Own

Chapter 11 (continue): The Gathering Storm

The quiet night in the Mikaelson compound had taken a sharp turn as Sol Pendragon began to reveal the true depth of the magic surrounding Hadrian Memphis Mikaelson. The fire crackled softly in the background, casting long shadows across the stone walls. Sol, still lounging comfortably in his chair, had just shared the history of the Deathly Hallows and how the Peverell bloodline tied Harry—now Hadrian—to these ancient, powerful objects.

But there was more to the story, and Klaus knew that Sol wasn't finished. The air in the room felt heavy with anticipation as the Mikaelsons waited for him to continue.

"Now, here's where things get even more interesting," Sol said, sitting up straighter, his playful grin turning serious. "The Hallows—those three legendary items—aren't as lost as most people believe."

Freya frowned, leaning forward. "What do you mean? Where are they?"

Sol's eyes gleamed as he began to divulge the secrets of the Hallows' current locations. "Well, Dumbledore has already managed to get his hands on the Elder Wand. That's the most powerful of the three—the wand that makes its wielder unbeatable in a duel. He took it after defeating Gellert Grindelwald decades ago. It's been hidden with him ever since."

Klaus's eyes narrowed at the mention of the Elder Wand. "So Dumbledore already has one of the Hallows. What about the others?"

Sol smirked. "The second Hallow, the Invisibility Cloak, is in the Potter family vault. It's been passed down through the generations as a family heirloom. Harry's father, James Potter, used it during his time at Hogwarts, and it's been stored in Gringotts ever since his death. Hadrian is the rightful owner of that cloak, and he will inherit it when the time comes."

Rebekah raised an eyebrow. "So, two of the three Hallows are already accounted for. What about the last one?"

At this, Sol's grin faded slightly, and his tone grew more serious. "The Resurrection Stone—that's where things get complicated. Voldemort once sought it, believing it would help him cheat death. He found the stone, but what he didn't realize is that the Resurrection Stone doesn't make someone immortal. It only brings back echoes of the dead, shadows of their former selves. When Voldemort learned that it couldn't give him the immortality he craved, he hid it away out of fear."

Klaus frowned, his eyes darkening with thought. "Fear of what?"

"Fear of death," Sol replied simply, his voice laced with understanding. "Voldemort's greatest fear has always been death. He's spent his entire life trying to escape it—through Horcruxes, through dark magic, through anything that might keep him alive forever. But the stone didn't offer him the solution he wanted. Worse still, Voldemort knows that Dumbledore covets the Hallows. He fears that if Dumbledore ever gains control of all three, he'll become truly invincible and might even find a way to kill Voldemort for good."

Elijah, ever the strategist, leaned forward, his brow furrowed. "So Voldemort has hidden the Resurrection Stone to keep it out of Dumbledore's hands. But if Dumbledore already has the Elder Wand, why hasn't he made a move for the other two Hallows?"

Sol smirked again, the mischievous glint returning to his eyes. "Because Dumbledore doesn't know where the stone is hidden. And as for the cloak, it's locked away in the Potter vault, guarded by Gringotts. Dumbledore may be powerful, but even he wouldn't risk openly raiding the vaults. He's playing the long game—waiting, watching, and trying to position himself so that when the time is right, he can claim the Hallows."

Freya's eyes darkened with understanding. "And that's why Dumbledore wants Hadrian. If he controls Hadrian, he controls access to the cloak, and eventually, he could find the stone."

"Exactly," Sol confirmed, his expression serious. "Dumbledore's plan has always been about control. He believes that if he unites all three Hallows, he'll become the Master of Death—able to defeat anyone, even Voldemort. But he's patient. He's willing to wait as long as it takes to get what he wants."

Klaus, his jaw clenched, looked down at Hadrian, who sat quietly beside him, playing with the enchanted wolf figurine. His son—his son—was at the center of a battle between two of the most powerful wizards in history. One sought immortality through fear of death, the other sought ultimate control through the Hallows.

"I won't let either of them have him," Klaus said, his voice filled with cold resolve. "Dumbledore won't use him as a pawn in his quest for power, and Voldemort will never lay a hand on him."

Sol grinned, clearly pleased with Klaus's response. "That's the spirit, Niklaus. But remember—Dumbledore is cunning. He's been playing this game for a long time, and he'll stop at nothing to get what he wants. You'll need to be ready for him."

Rebekah sighed, her tone sharp. "So we have two ancient wizards playing their own deadly game, and we're stuck in the middle of it all. Typical."

Elijah, ever calm and composed, gave a small nod. "But we have something they don't—Hadrian is under our protection, and the truth about the Hallows is now in our hands. If Dumbledore seeks to unite the Hallows, we'll be prepared."

Freya's gaze was thoughtful as she spoke. "And the stone? If Voldemort has hidden it, does that mean we should seek it out before Dumbledore does?"

Sol shrugged, his eyes glinting with amusement. "That depends. The Resurrection Stone isn't as dangerous as the Elder Wand, but in the wrong hands, it can still cause a lot of trouble. Voldemort hid it out of fear, and so far, no one has found it. If you want to keep it that way, I'd say leave it alone for now. But know this—Dumbledore will eventually start searching for it. And when he does, he'll come for Hadrian."

Klaus stood, his gaze hard and unyielding as he looked down at his son. "Then let him come. He'll find that the Mikaelsons are not so easily defeated."

Sol, his grin returning, stood as well, his eyes filled with mischief. "That's the spirit. But remember—this is just the beginning. The Hallows are powerful, but they're not the only things in play. Dumbledore, Voldemort, the Ministry... they all want control. But you, Klaus, you have something they don't. You have a family that stands with you."

Klaus nodded, his resolve stronger than ever. "And that's why we'll win."

As the fire crackled and the night deepened, the Mikaelsons knew that the game had just changed. The Hallows, the wizarding world's greatest artifacts, were more than just legend. They were real, and they were part of Hadrian's legacy. But with that legacy came danger—and the Mikaelsons were ready to face whatever came their way.