DisclaimerXx Harry potter does not belong to me, otherwise Voldermort would have regained his sanity, constructive criticism please!
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"Magic is life." The man extended his hand upwards, palm flat, as if to touch the far of sky. "What most of our blood refuse to acknowledge is the beauty within this life we live. Moreover, the harmony that we are able to achieve alongside the magic that was gifted upon us. To truly understand magic is to truly understand life, my son."
"But father, if life is magic... what exactly is Death?"
A smile curved across the man's angular features before he tore his gaze from the endless sky and onto his son, who sat next to him upon the stone railings of the bridge. Before them, glittered the azure sea in all of its infinite glory.
"No one knows, son." He huffed a laugh and turned once more to survey the expanse of blue before them. "Maybe one day you will be the one to discover the... truth. Now go to your older brothers it is about time I taught you all how to hunt," He ruffled the hair of his smaller companion and watched with humour as the boy sprinted towards the forest edge where his two brothers lazed. The man suddenly lurched and released several violent hacking coughs, frowning as beads of crimson fell through his clasped hands and onto the stone below.
"It seems that soon I myself will be ferried along to the source of your wonder son, I beg of you. Make me proud." With a shake of his head, sending ebony locks flying, the father of three strode over to his sons'. Swearing a silent oath to himself that he would make the most of his remaining time, it was all he could do.
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The teenager gave a soft smile as he lay the jade flowers before the grave stone.
"It has been ten years, father. I turn nineteen this fall. Cadmus and Antioch refuse to visit and pay their respects to you. It is to my opinion that their behaviour is unacceptable, to say the least. They claim that the very practise of paying their dues to the deceased is disturbing as well as childish, how ridiculous! Honestly why did I have to be shouldered with such improper and foolish brothers? In addition, they claim themselves to be responsible older brothers, I cannot suppress my irritation. It has become often occurrence for Cadmus to waste his time, money and life away within the arms of any and all of the local village sweethearts. Although recently a girl, he was courting passed away and he spent an age bemoaning her loss before going to the local tavern and inebriating himself before settling down with yet another fling. I honestly fear that this will happen every time one of 'his girls' pass onwards. Antioch meanwhile is obsessed with power, whatever form it may be in. I fast grow tired of their antics. So tonight I am to suggest that the three of us go forth on a quest, a journey in which we will hopefully all find the answers we seek." The boy hesitated before continuing in a lower tone, almost whispering."I search, for the meaning, father. It has so far been an arduous with little reward but I have hope. It is after all your final legacy."
He stood abruptly and bowed once to the grave before stroking the flowers a final time and leaving.
He never noticed the flowers withering at his touch, nor the shadows and frost that weaved into delicate chains that weaved in his wake.
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Death was a complicated existence, to say the least. Was all the human could think as he stood alongside his brothers, immersed within the very presence of the being stood before him.
He had been enraptured within the concept of death ever since that one conversation with his father that had consequently decided for him the path of his life. How ironic he could not help but think with the black humour he was known for, that his wonder had both begun and ended upon an old bridge.
Death to him was everything.
HE had been the one to delve deep within the inner workings of necromancy, even as his bothers had only skimmed the surface. They had never appreciated the art as he had.
This was to be the final length o their journey of seven years and he had learnt much, necromancy, elemental control and shadow weaving being but a few skills he had refined. He could not deny his self-pride.
Nevertheless, here, standing before this otherworldly being, he truly felt as though he had fulfilled his goals, inherited from the words' of his father.
The man (because he could no longer be seen as a boy, despite his short stature and slim figure) realised quickly that deaths' form was a matter of perspective. The being seemed to take the most appropriate form to the varied view of each brother. Cadmus's eyes were alight with fierce lust and he had stepped forward a single step, the man supposed that Death had taken the form of some buxom woman in order to catch his brother's eyes.
On the other hand, Antioch had a dark, menacing smirk across his face and the man had to look away, not even wanting to think about what the eldest brother saw.
Death to him was a man. Silky ash grey hair was pulled into a low hanging tail with a single white streak. It wore flowing black robes with silver accents, clasped within its hand was a gleaming silver scythe with an ebony handle. Extending out of its back were two wings of sculpted obsidian ice. To him Deaths eyes were a soul piercing silver, the colour of balance, with black sclera. Death to him was a man, but not a human.
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Three brothers who, travelling together, reach a treacherous river. They cross a bridge over the river. Halfway across the bridge, they meet Death who is angry for losing three potential victims. He pretends to be impressed by them and grants each a wish as a reward. The oldest brother asks for an unbeatable dueling wand, so Death gives him the Elder Wand. The middle brother asks for the ability to resurrect the dead, so Death gives him the Resurrection Stone. The youngest brother doesn't trust Death and asks for a way to stop Death from following him, so Death reluctantly gives him his Cloak of Invisibility. Afterwards, the brothers go their separate ways.
The oldest brother, bragging about his powerful wand, is robbed of it and murdered while he is asleep. The middle brother uses his ability to bring back the woman he loved, who died before he could marry her. However, she is not fully alive and is full of sorrow. He kills himself to join her. As for the youngest brother, Death never manages to find him, as he stays hidden under his Cloak. Many years later, the brother collects all three of the hallows and stands once more before death. He wears a smile upon his face as he welcomes death as an old friend, for he is complete.
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The boy, turned man smiles as he stands before a grave for a second time. He was complete. He had carried out the legacy left to him and more. He glanced down at the objects he had laid in front of the grave, a wand, a stone and a cloak. He felt no need to use the wand. He felt no need to call back the ones who had passed. He would be seeing them soon anyway. With a sigh, he lowered himself into a crossed leg position and smiled as he heard a rustle of clothing behind him. A hand came to rest on his head and he turned his neck to meet silver eyes with his own jade.
Ignotus Peverell saw nothing for a long time after that.
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A man's eyes closed for the final time.
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Hadrian Potter opened his eyes.
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Death smirked.
Hello! yep I am still alive, and very tired, this is kinda a new idea for me and just the intro into a looooonnnnnggggggg story. hopefully this will be a story that people can connect with and I don't actually think Ignotus has been reincarnated into harry before. well anyway, hopefully more regular posts from now on, but no promises.
Wingedsilverfang ~
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