Ignotus Peverell had waited years, centuries really, for his chance. He had been waiting for his descendant, and his brother's descendant, to come and finally he did.
The child walked into the graveyard that Ignotus' bones now rested in. He looked to be maybe about six years old, though he was terribly small for a six year old. With the child was a man, not his father, or rather, not the child's birth father. Ignotus knew that the child's birth father was buried in this church yard. He knew also that this child would truly be strong enough to hold the Hallows together in his hand. To join them as they were meant to be. Contrary to popular belief this would not make you a 'master of death' or whatever sort of idiotic idea that people had come up with now. Sure the Hallows would make you more powerful and you would maybe have some power in helping those trapped in this world move on, but you would not 'master' death. No one could master death, death and time would claim all things.
Ignotus let out a deep sigh as he allowed himself to appear to the two people, appearing as an old man leaning heavily on a walking stick and probably scaring the poor living beings that were looking at his own grave.
"I see you have an interest in one of our oldest Graves," he stated, repressing the smirk that wanted to appear on his face when the two living beings jumped. His eyes grazed over them to stare at the stone where his name was just barely discernible. "Ignotus Peverell is rumored to have been a wizard when he was alive, and a powerful one at that too."
It was oddly surreal to talk about himself as if he had only ever heard of him in stories.
"Sir?" the sound of the child's voice broke him from the line his thoughts had gone down and he looked at the messy black haired child before his eyes. "Umm, do you know anything about that marking that's here on his grave?" The child pointed at the symbol of the Deathly Hallows that was carved on his grave and he thought quickly over what he could tell the child.
"Oh, that, it seems a lot of folks come to look at that mark," and how that was true. Lots of people would ogle his grave in hopes of gaining a clue about the Hallows. "They never think to ask what I know about it, no they all just babble about something called the 'Deathly Hallows' bah, bunch of nutters they are," he muttered the last part before smiling once more at the child, his descendant. "Some people here say that Ignotus was a practice of magic, but they never did anything about that, but that's actually understandable, see this village here is said to have been founded by a wizard. Ignotus was undeniably brilliant, I heard from my grandmother that he and his two brothers created a trio of incredibly powerful items. She told me that the items when joined together by their true master, the one that is descended of all three brothers, then they will give that person incredible power over life and death, but with that power comes great responsibility, and also the man or woman who holds that power should be wary of it, for death is not something that should be played with for he will eventually wish to claim you to. Be warned boy, take too much interest in that symbol and you too might be consumed with the want for power, pay no heed to what others wish to tell you and you live your life like you want to." Sure he had twisted the truth there a bit, but it was all to let the child think. To get him to think about the Hallows, yes, but also to warn him of what the price of that power may be. He faded out of view as the father and son duo were distracted with looking at the symbol on his grave. He had pointed at it at the end of his story, adding a dramatic flair that he had taken on in his later years.
This child, he decided, would be the perfect candidate to wield the power that the Hallows had. At the very least the child would be a better candidate than that man that held the Elder Wand now. He was the magical heir to the Peverell family after all.