Harry set up the tent and placed up several wards he had gotten from the book he had plucked from Grimmauld Place. He had found a list of spells and charms noted on the pages that he knew was Hermione's handwriting. Ron had asked Harry where he had learned the spells and charms and where he had gotten the bag of stuff.

"I've already told you for the tenth time. I picked it up before we left the Burrow. Someone needed to prepare." said Harry. "We wouldn't survive with Ron in charge." he whispered walking into the tent.

Ron looked at his best mate as he vanished into the tent. "It just seems something Hermione would." he told Harry just as he entered the small tent. "It's so small."

Harry crawled into his sleeping bag and pulled out the book. The Tales of Beetle and Bard. He flipped through the book. He had read the other stories, but the story of the three brothers was his favorite. He knew he had to think like Hermione if he wanted to live.

Harry looked over his shoulder and saw Ron looking at his book Quidditch Throughout The Ages. He shook his head. Ron had only been slowing him down for the past three weeks. He had of yet to destroy the locket. He hadn't even looked at it since he found the bag. Harry returned to the book.

The Three Brothers

There were once three brothers who were traveling along a lonely, windy road at twilight. In time, the brothers reached a river too deep and too wade and too dangerous to swim across. However, these brothers were learned in the magical arts, and so the simply waved their wands and made a bridge appear across the treacherous water. They were half across it when they found their path blocked by a hooded figure.

And Death spoke to them. He was angry that he had been cheated out of three new victims, for travelers usually drowned in the river. But Death was cunning. He pretended to congratulate the three brothers upon their magic and said that each had earned a prize for having been clever enough to evade him.

So the oldest brother, who was a combative man, asked for a wand more powerful than any in existence: a wand that must win duels for it's owner, a wand worthy of a wizard who conquered Death! So Death crossed to an elder tree on the banks of the river and fashioned a wand from a branch that hung there, and gave it to the oldest brother.

Than the second brother, who was an arrogant man, decided that he wanted to humiliate Death still further, and asked for the power to recall others from Death. So Death picked up a stone from the riverbank and gave it to the second brother, and told him it would have the power to bring back the dead.

And than Death asked the third and youngest brother what he would like. The youngest brother was the humblest and also the wisest and did not trust Death. So he asked for something that would enable him to go forth from that place without being followed by Death. And Death, most unwillingly, handed over his own Cloak of Invisibility.

Than Death stepped aside and allowed the three brothers to continue on their way, and did so, talking with wonder of the adventure they had had, and admiring Death's gifts.

In due course the brothers separated, each for his own destination.

The first brother traveled on for a week or more, and reaching a distant village, sought out a fellow wizard with whom he had a quarrel. Naturally with the Elder Wand as his weapon, he could not fail to win that duel that followed.

Leaving his enemy dead upon the floor, the oldest brother proceeded to an inn, where he boasted loudly of the powerful wand he had snatched from Death himself, and of how it made him invincible.

That very night, another wizard crept upon the oldest brother as he lay, wine-sodden, upon his bed. The thief took the wand and, for good measure, slit the oldest brother's throat.

And so Death took the first brother for his own.

Meanwhile, the second brother journeyed to his own home, where he lived alone. Here he took out the stone that had the power to recall the dead, and turn it thrice in his hand. To his amazement and to his delight, the figure of the girl he had once hoped to marry, before her untimely death, appeared at once before him.

Yet she had sad and cold, separated from as by the veil. Though she had returned to the mortal world, she not truly belong there and suffered. Finally the second brother, driven mad with hopeless longing, killed himself so as truly joined her.

And so Death took the second brother for his own.

But Death searched for the third brother for many years, he was never able to find him. It was only he had attained a great age the youngest brother took off the Cloak of Invisibility and gave it to his son.

And than he greeted Death as an old friend, and went gladly, and, equals, they departed this life.

Harry turned and looked over his shoulder when heard Ron's snores and knew his best mate had fallen asleep. He turned back to the book and scanned the notes that were left by Dumbledore and found out that those that held all of Death's gifts will become "master of Death," that they would be invulnerable, even immortal.

Harry rolled over onto his stomach and grabbed the book that held Hermione's notes and flipped through it. He found out that Death's gifts were also known as the Deathly Hollows. He looked down further down the page and saw Snape's handwriting written in the margin.

My notes are in the back of the book. Use them well. They might save your life.

Harry shifted the muggle flashlight and quickly flipped to the back of the book. He saw several pages of notes. Than he remembered what Snape's note said, Things aren't as they seem. Harry's eyes widened.

'Shit Snape's helping me, but he killed Dumbledore. Wait a minute. Dumbledore had a black hand and when we went to the cave…an Unbreakable Vow!' thought Harry. 'Dumbledore did say, "Please Severus."

Harry did know that Dumbledore always got his way in everything. He remembered that the late headmaster had placed the ring on his hand in ordered to help destroy it. Harry shook his head and returned to the book.

It took it took nearly four years to find away to destroy the horcuxes. We designed a potion for each one. You must pour the potion onto the item than strike it with the sword. Remember do not touch them with our hands.

Keep this in mind while traveling. Do not use magic for anything. They will be watching. Keep your guard up at all times, and I shall do my best to help you in return. But keep this news to yourself and keep the potions quiet.

I have placed healing potions, blood- replenishing potions in this bag. I hope you at lest learned the difference between them. Come to me when you are ready and I shall give you what you need. Keep your head. No heroics.

Harry looked up from the book and quickly turned to the bag. He sat up and began to dig through it. He pulled out a long slender box. He turned it back to front to find away to open it. He ran his hand across the box and it clicked. Harry lifted the lid and found a potion for each horcux. He smiled at it. He didn't realize the risk Snape was taking to help him. He closed the box and clicked locking it. He saw another lock on the other side. He ran his hand over it and it too clicked. Harry opened it and found many potions that would help him. If he was bitten by anything or loosing blood. He closed it gently and placed it back into the bag.

'I never thought I would be saying this but Thank you Severus Snape.' thought Harry.

He put the books into the bag. He turned off the flashlight and stuck it into the bag and slowly fell asleep. He knew that he and Ron needed to get moving if they wanted to get the other horcuxes and destroy them.

The next morning Harry woke up early and began to fix breakfast. He stuck his head into the tent and found Ron still asleep. "Get up Ron. Breakfast ready."

Ron shot up when heard the word, "breakfast," and quickly got out of bed and stepped out of the tent. The redhead looked around and found it was still dark outside. "Why must you wake me so bloody early? The sun isn't even up yet."

"Because we must get moving. We can't stay in one place for too long." said Harry sitting down on the damp ground. "Are you going to eat or not?"

Ron sat down and looked at what was in front of him. Jerky, spam and crackers. He sneered at it. He was tired of the "food," it was old. He missed a hot meal cooked by his mom.

"Ron if you miss your mommy's food than you can leave. We must eat with what we've got and rash in it. Because we don't know how long it will take."

"Are you serious Harry. You mean we could be doing this for months." said Ron in disbelief. Harry could only nod. "It's stupid Harry sitting here eating this. It's not food."

Harry narrowed his eyes at his best friend. He had a job to do. He had to finish what he and Dumbledore started. It was the only way to destroy Voldemort. Harry packed up the tent after he got through eating and put it in the bag.

"Eat quickly. So we can get going Ron, or you can return to your mommy. Which is it?" said Harry.

Ron threw the plastic plate down on the ground and walked away from Harry to head back home. Harry shook his head. He wasn't truly surprised that Ron had walked away. He had left every time something got hard. Harry grabbed his bag. He threw the cloak over himself and walked through the woods he knew that would take him to Hogwarts.

Severus sat at the headmaster's desk. He had named himself Headmaster as Voldemort wished with the Carrows watching the students. He didn't like them being around the professors or the students, but the dark lord wanted them there. So it was done.

Severus looked at the Gryffindor Sword that rested in the glass case. He wondered if Potter understood the note he had left in the book. He twisted his wedding band on his finger in thought. He heard a knock on the door.

"Enter!" snapped Severus.

The door opened and a Carrow walked into the office and shoved Minerva into a chair. Severus turned around placed his hands behind his back.

"Leave Reans." said the headmaster with a sneer and the man left closing the door behind him. "Well, well what do I have here? The brave Lioness protecting her cubs. How noble."

Minerva spit on Severus's robes when he stepped forward. "You murder! Albus trusted you! I trusted you!"

"Ah, it was easy to fool the mudblood (He mentally cringed at the word) loving fool. I did my job well." He clapped his hands. "Bravo to me," his wedding band shined in the firelight.

Minerva's eyes widen at the sight of the wedding band. She narrowed her eyes.

"Oh this." said Severus holding up his left hand. "Married the mudblood whore Granger after I beat and raped her."

Minerva gasped. "You wouldn't you bastard!"

"Tsk. Tsk. Apparently the Order of the Chickens treated her as a traitor. I tried to get information from the little bitch, but she just won't tell me."

"Ha! She will never tell you!" said Minerva.

"That's fine by me. The longer get to have my fun with my wife."

"You sick twisted bastard!" yelled the witch.

Severus smirked at the woman in front of him and said, "Now. Now that's no way to speak to the headmaster. The Carrows have informed me about you trying to sneak students from the castle. We can't have children go missing. What kind of school would this be?"

"You death eater!" snapped Minerva.

"Well spotted Minerva." said the headmaster with a smirk and a gleam in his black eyes.

"You will let Miss Granger return to school." said Minerva, wanting her away from the man.

Severus shook his head and said, "No. I fear not," and he leaned forward and whispered, "Not safe." He smirked. "You may go."

She narrowed her eyes and left the office. Now knowing that Hermione Granger was being held captive by the death eaters. She knew not the believe Alstor. She needed to tell the others. So they could send out a search and rescue party.

Severus turned around and faced the painting of Albus Dumbledore. "I hope you're happy. You old bastard," and he turned to the sword in thought.

He pulled out a gold chain from beneath his black robes. He opened the gold locket. It held a picture of Hermione. Severus smiled at the photo wondering what his wife was doing. He closed it and stuck it back inside his robes.

Hermione laid on the bed and Ellen lift up Hermione's shirt exposing her growing belly. Hermione took Remus's hand, who was standing next her. He gave it a gentle squeeze.

"He's with you Mi." whispered Remus. She nodded and blinked back the tears.

"Let's see who've got sweetheart." said Ellen and she waved her wand over Hermione's belly. She smiled. "We have a healthy baby boy."

Hermione closed her eyes and the tears fell down her face. "A boy." she whispered, and Ellen lowered Hermione's shirt. She kissed her cheek and left the bedroom.

Tonks smiled at Hermione and walked over to the left side of the bed and sat down. Remus sat down on the right side of the bed. Hermione laughed as the tears fell. She was happy and sad at the same time. She wished Severus was there with her.

Remus didn't know what to make out of her emotions. He didn't know if they were happy or sad tears. Tonks pulled Hermione into her arms. She returned the hug.

"A boy. Severus always wanted a son." said Hermione.

Remus sighed and pulled the girls into his arms. He kissed both of them on the brow comforting Hermione the best he knew how.

Harry entered Hogwarts through the One Eye Witch passage concealed by the Invisibility Cloak. He pulled out the Marauder's Map and he charmed his feet knowing it was safe in Hogwarts to do magic. He made his way to the headmaster's office. He saw Severus Snape's name in the office.

'Good he's headmaster. He can protect the students.' he thought stopping in front of the statue guarding the office. He looked at the map for the password and said, "Lacewing Flies," and the statue jumped aside and Harry rode the moving staircase to the door.

Harry carefully opened the door and stepped over the threshold into the office. He closed the door quietly. Severus grabbed the Gryffindor Sword and turned around to find the office empty.

"Potter," whispered Severus, "take it." and Harry took the sword. "Here's the tiara." He held out a cloth with it inside. "Don't touch them with your hands. Go. Get out of here before they catch you. Mr. Weasely is here."

Harry took the horcux. "Professor I'm-"

"No that's what we wanted a true reaction. Now leave."

"Protect Ginny." said Harry and he quietly left Hogwarts. He knew he had clearly misjudged Snape.

Severus quickly placed a fake sword where the real one had once rested. He'd done all he could to help Harry. The rest was up to him. Severus sat down at his desk and looked at his wedding band. He missed his wife. They had been apart for months.

Hermione was now in her sixth month. Remus and Tonks had mastered wandless magic and were now able to block their minds. She had ran out of things to do. She tried writing a book but that failed. She tried to think of baby names but didn't want to name the baby without Severus.

Hermione sat at the kitchen table with a box of cookies, peanut butter and jar of sweet pickles. Remus walked into the room and cringed at what she was eating.

"What I'm hungry." said Hermione nearly snapping at her friend.

"I didn't say a word Mi."

"Good wofie." said Hermione grabbing a pickle.

Remus shook his head. He would had joined her at the table with his late night snack, but decided against it.

Hermione looked at her friend. "I want to thank you for everything Moony. I know people must think you're a coward for leaving."

Remus sat his brownie down on the counter and joined Hermione at the table. He took her right hand in his own. "I'm protecting those I love. My parents, Tonks and you."

Hermione broke down into violent sobs and rested her head down onto the table. Remus gently stroked her hair. He wondered why she was crying this time. The last time she cried like this was when she dropped a cookie. He tried not to laugh at the memory.

"I miss him. I want this this war to end. I want my husband." she whispered between sobs.

Tonks quickly ran over to Hermione. She had heard her friend's cries from the living room. Tonks pulled Hermione into her arms. She looked at her boyfriend with her own tears in her eyes. Remus quietly pulled both women into his arms. He realized that Tonks broke down into tears when Hermione did, but he knew that Tonks was every tender hearted and loved Hermione like a sister. They had gotten extremely close just like they did with Ellen.

Draco bowed and handed Voldemort the Elder Wand he had stolen from Dumbledore's grave. Draco kept the news that he had lost his wand to Potter when they had dueled in Ollivander's Wand Shop. So he had to get a wand that remained in the old ran down store.

"Ah well done Draco." said Voldemort examining the wand. "Now I can kill Potter. I have the wand that was snatched by Death himself." he sat down on his throne. "Now tell me Draco how is Severus doing at Hogwarts?"

"Well my Lord." answered Draco.

"Good. Good. You may go. You've done well." said Voldemort and Draco left dark wizard.

Harry had destroyed the locket and tiara with the potions and the sword. He had destroyed the Hufflepuff Cup he had gotten from Grimmgotts Bank earlier that week. He had gotten rid of three horcuxes within the course of two weeks. It was thanks to Hermione and Snape. He just needed to get to Nagini. He needed the Deathly Hollows in order to defeat Voldemort. He needed to be the "master of death," that was if his theory was correct.

Harry walked into the cave where Sirius had once hidden. He spread out his sleeping bag and got settled in for the night. He grabbed the flashlight and clicked it own. He pulled out the book that held Hermione's notes. He flipped through the book and stopped at the list of the Deathly Hollows.

The Deathly Hollows

Invisibility Cloak

Elder Wand

Resurrection Stone

"An Invisibility Cloak is passed down from father to son. The Elder Wand was stolen. The Resurrection Stone was never found." said Harry to himself. "I have a invisibility cloak that was given to me. It was my father's cloak first." Harry's eyes widened. "I have the cloak." Harry quickly dug through the bag and pulled out the snitch and held the flashlight up it and exanimate it. "It's cracked." he smiled. "You sneaky man. I did get the stone in my first year. It's inside the snitch." he placed it back in the bag for safe keeping. "The Elder Wand? Mmmm…it can only be stolen." Harry gasped. "Voldemort always feared Dumbledore because he had the Elder Wand. Hot damn."

Harry was shaken from his thoughts when a black owl landed next to him. He knew it was Oxen Snape's owl. He knew it was important if he risked sending a note. Harry removed the note from the owl's leg and the bird took off into the night. Harry opened the letter.

D.M. stole EW gave to V. Going down one month at H sun down.

Harry pieced the puzzled together. Draco Malfoy stole the Elder Wand from Dumbledore's grave and it to Voldemort. The battle was planned to happen in one month on the grounds of Hogwarts. He stuck it inside his bag and laid down to try and sleep.

Severus paced the office. He had to find away to get the students away from Hogwarts when Voldemort planned to attack. He didn't want children dead. Not if he could help it. He hoped that Harry was able to figure out the letter he had sent him. He was much smarter than anyone thought. At lest his family was safely in hiding and away from the war. He was snapped from his thoughts when he heard a knock on the door.

"Enter!" snapped the headmaster.

The door opened and Minerva walked into the office. She closed the door behind her. "You sent for me Headmaster."

He cut off the floo network, silenced the room and locked the door. "The Dark Lord plans to attack Hogwarts in a month. We must get the children out of the castle." Minerva only stared at him. Severus growled. "I've been helping Potter. He's destroyed all but two horcuxes." Minerva stared not believing her ears. "Damn it woman! I did kill Albus but on his orders. He was already dying."

"You never betrayed us." whispered Minerva. Severus shook his head. "And Miss Granger?"

"The kidnapping and rape never happened. She's safe and in hiding. Yes we are married. Remus is guarding her." he said gently. "I need your help. Do I have it?"

Minerva nodded and they began to plan a way to get the students out of the castle. After several hours of planning it was set. The only thing they could do was wait.

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Note: The tale of The Brothers is based on the book The Tales Of The Beetle The Bard by J.K. Rowling.