Disclaimer: I own nothing
"Mum always said the things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end." - Luna Lovegood
/now/
Harry said nothing as he stared at the three items on his bed. They were never supposed to come back to him. They were gone. He didn't want them. But the voice that whispered in the back of his head reasoned that that was exactly why they were there.
the elder wand. a straight line on old parchment
the resurrection stone. a circle on top of it
the cloak of invisibility. a triangle to enclose them both
The Deathly Hallows had returned to him.
Harry continued to stare at them, unmoving.
"Fuck this. I need a drink." Harry left the room and slammed the door behind him, making his way downstairs towards his liquor cabinet.
Far away, Luna smiled and sipped her tea.