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Ok, this is crazy, I know. It's a story that has no particular reason,is a parallel between the story of three brothers and three most important characters in HP: Voldemort, Snape and Harry. Probably it is no more so original now, but when I wrote the original in Italian, several month ago, it was. The story is divided in three parts. Three introspective parts about the meeting between the three characters and Death.
I hope that you don't find it too boring.
This story, as everyone of mine, is a translation of the original one in Italian language.
As always, forgive me if there are errors in the story. I'm a Non-native English speaker, I'm Italian.
Well, I do not know what else to say as an introduction. I leave you to read...See you at the bottom!
-A TALE OF THREE BROTHERS-
Part 1
ONE DIED FOR POWER
So the eldest brother asked for a wand more powerful than any in existence: a wand that must always win duels for its owner, a wand worthy of a wizard who had conquered Death!
It was his. The Elder wand. The cue of Death. The Wand of Destiny ... it was his. Truly his.
He passed his fingers on the cold dark wood, felt the power tremble in it, anxious to show his power. He slipped his fiery eyes on the stick, he contemplated it ... admired it in all its power in all its obscure glory.
It was his.
Now he was really the Master of the Wand ... no one would dare to stand before him. They would bow. All of them! From the first to the last ... Oh, he would have broken their backs ... they would bend and he would pass over them. They would make their back as a ground for him, for his power and he would have walked upon them. All of them! Followers and opponents.
What were they in comparison to the Dark Lord? What were they? Miserable, rotten mortals! He would live forever, the Wand ... always at his side, because nobody could beat him, nobody could ever take it away from him ... it was his! His!
He had stolen it from the tomb of his late master ... he had not won it, he had taken it away without any glory, yes ... but now it made no difference. His true master was lying in the Shrieking Shack and the Wand was his. He was its master now!
Power was his force. And his power was immense, his magic extraordinary... together, he and the Wand, they would have everything in hand ... the sea and the darkness, the creatures of the forest and the trees ... he would rule over life and death. The hooded Death ... old and miserable. He had power over him ... he would have lived forever! He had conquered Death!
…a wand worthy of a wizard who had conquered Death…
He laughed.
Nobody, not even the Boy Who Lived, could stop him now. The Wand had removed that annoying problem. The boy lay helpless and lifeless in Hagrid's arms as they approached the castle. He had swept him away. And soon he would also destroyed his little, stupid friends.
Soon everything would be done.
He enjoyed them. He enjoyed hearing the desperate cries echoing in the courtyard of Hogwarts.
Oh, weep. Despair, you vile and vapid creatures … your pain does not touch the Dark Lord, or corrupts the power of the Elder Wand. Weep! Scream! Miserable people of light! Soon you will have to bow down before the power of darkness.
"Harry!"
"He's alive!"
Alive ...
He pointed his eyes, glowing coals, in the fresh green ones of the boy standing before him. Little insolent one. Did he really believe he can defeat the Wand of Destiny? And he was his master! Him!
Blah, blah, blah ... talk as you want, Potter! Your words bounce on the Dark Lord... who cares about love? What matters the silver doe? He would have wiped him out, everyone would have been witness of his triumph!
The power of the Elder Wand was his! He took it from the hands, contracted by the death, of Albus Dumbledore. He had killed Severus Snape! The Deathstick was his!
"I stole the Wand from its last master's tomb! I removed it against its last master's wishes! Its power is mine! "
… it is the wand that chooses the wizard…
"The true master of the Elder Wand was Draco Malfoy." Potter was screaming.
Oh, really? And was that suppose to matter? He would deal with Draco Malfoy ... but in the meantime the Wand was his! It was in his hands! And his power would soon have destroyed what arrogant kid ...
And then, Potter has no longer his wand with the phoenix feather, their connection was interrupted. That would be a duel of pure skills ... he would have killed Potter and then he would have make Wand entirely his.
…with the Elder Wand as his weapon, he could not fail to win the duel…
"But you're too late."
Pardon?
"You've missed you're chance. I got there first. I overpowered Draco weeks ago. I took his wand from him…"
Oh, Potter! What a wonderful speech!
"I am the true Master of the Elder Wand!"
The eyes of the Dark Lord inflamed, the wand trembled in his grasp. He felt its power alive, squirming through the Thestral hair and the elder wood, make its way up to scratch his white fingers. No! He was the most powerful sorcerer in the world! He was Voldemort! And the Wand ... it knew his power, it felt his as he felt its. It would not have rebelled against his Lord!
…a wand worthy of a wizard who had conquered Death…
"Avada Kedavra!"
"Expelliarmus!"
No one could beat the Dark Lord. No one. No one…
The Elder Wand flew high, sleeping from the grasp of Voldemort as the Dark Lord fell backwards. He hit the stone floor, the red eyes empty and glassy, the arms outstretched like still wings.
The hand empty. Empty… grasping no more power. Empty, just white fingers contracted in the void.
… and so Death took the first brother for his own.
So what do you think?
Voldemort and Antioch Peverell in this first part.
The quotes in italic and the dialogues are from 'Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows' (and I mean the book).
Please, leave me some review, ok? Just to tell me if it is good translated or not, you know… if I made some horrible mistakes!
See you to next chapter!