Alicia Snape (Book 7)

Chapter 9

~Alicia's POV~

Harry paced making his next move. I sighed getting dizzy by following him with my eyes.

I layed down staring at the ceiling.

"I think we need to see Luna's father." I heard Hermione say.

I sat up quickly and said "why?"

"Because. He was the one wearing that symbol at the wedding. Maybe he can tell us something about."

"Sounds reasonable."

"See Harry?"

"Alright fine. We leave in the morning."

I smiled and layed back down closing my eyes and falling to sleep.

~the next morning~

I woke up to Hermione shaking me awake. 

I groaned and sat up slowly.

I used magic to fix my hair and brushed my teeth quickly.

I grabbed onto Harry's hand and we disaparated to wherever this dude lived.

Once we got there, I stayed behind feeling uncomfortable.

I closed my eyes from feeling slightly lightheaded and I saw Maloy Manor flash before me.

I quickly opened then to see that Harry was looking at me worriedly as an old man with raggedy gray hair opened the door.

"Harry? H-how good to see you."

"I'm sorry to bother you Mr. Lovegood. I remember seeing a certain symbol on your neck and I was wondering what it was."

"It's a rather long tale."

"May we come in then?"

"Sure."

They piled in and I looked hesitantly at the man and slowly walked in.

We sat down and he gave us some weird tasting tea.

"So you want to know about the Deathly Hallows?"

"I'm sorry. The what?"

"The Deathly Hallows. I'm sure you have heard of the Tale of the Three brother."

Me Hermione and Ron said yes while Harry said no.

Hermione looked to him and then shook her head remembering where he grew up at.

"I have it here." Hermione said pulling out a book.

"Would you mind reading it to us?"

"Sure."

She opened the book and said "there were once three brothers walking along a lonely winding road at twilight."

"Midnight. Mum always midnight." Ron sad.

Me and Hermione looked to him and Hermione said "would you like to read it?"

Ron panicked a bit and said "no no. Twilight's fine. Better even."

She shook her head and started over.

“There were once three brothers who were traveling along a lonely, winding road at twilight. In time, the brothers reached a river too deep to wade through and too dangerous to swim across.. However, these brothers were learned in the magical arts, and so they simply waved their wands and made a bridge appear across the treacherous water. They were halfway across it when they found their path blocked by a hooded figure.

And Death spoke to them. He was angry that he had been cheated out of three new victims, for travelers usually drowned in the river. But Death was cunning. He pretended to congratulate the three brothers upon their magic and said that each had earned a prize for having been clever enough to evade him.