Creation

Imperishable (2nd Winner!)

This chapter is an entry for the Deathly Hallows Challenge by WattRowling.

The Deathly Hallows.

Source of the thrice knock on my door at one a.m.

Peering from the back of my spectacles, I closed the newspaper I'm reading and tiptoed to the door.

I thrust the key and spun it twice, revealing a coated man with a bowler hat which hooded his eyes.

"Yes?" I flattened my wrinkly robe and smiled politely at the visitor.

He gave a crooked smile, stuffing his hands in his pocket and fished out an object I assigned him to retrieve.

A wand made of an Elder tree's branch, taken carefully from the tomb of its longest bearer - Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. After years collecting agreement signatures from the influential figures . . .

Unofficially, I'm the third Master of Death-the possessor of all the Deathly Hallows at once. But instead of heeding the wicked schemes my brain displayed, I shushed them away.

I won't fall to the lures of Death. I won't make the same mistake as the earlier, passed wizards who fell into their own greeds.

There's a reason why I commanded my men to secretively searched them in the first place. For the Wizardry World's sake.

"You'll be paid tomorrow, before the opening. Now go." I clasped my hands together, the corners of my mouth twitching into a smile.

The unsteady rhythm in my chest beats up as I locked the door, briefly witnessing his hurried Apparition.

*****

Almost every famous figures in the Wizardry World are here-at the first wizardry museum ever established. At the first big project which I, Billie Pritleton, established.

After the brief welcoming speech and the round of applause, I've talked to some, like Professor Neville Longbottom, Seeker Ginny Weasley, and of course the lively Daily Prophet's reporter Rita Skeeter.

I wandered around until I spotted someone worth my time.

"Minister!" I called out, darting across the thick crowd towards her. She craned her neck when she noticed the call was directed to her and offered a polite smile.

Funny how wizards elected such a young woman to lead our hidden society.

Next to her stands Auror Weasley-her redheaded husband, and behind them are several cloaked Aurors.

"Mister Pritleton." She reached her hand out to shake mine. "I should congratulate you on your vast collections. They're marvelous!" She giggled, glancing around like a curious child. Even after graduating from Hogwarts, she still has the radiant brilliantness of a student.

"Yeah, nostalgic too." Her husband chimed in, referring to the installed Basilisk fang near the entourage.

"Chamber of Secrets." I nodded with a genuine smile, reminded of their adventure involving this artifact. "The same one which you used to destroy Helga Hufflepuff's cup in the Battle of Hogwarts."

"Hermione, we're famous!" He muttered, a bit too loud for the prying ears. However, it's too low to disrupt his wife's moment.