A.N. — I am separating this set of brothers, because it's canonically accurate and their drabbles will likely deal with similar themes. This guy was born July 12, but I am writing on his death date instead (though that is disputed just as much as the rest of his tale) due to congestion in scheduled writes during July.
139. Ignotus Peverell
Just because he greeted Death as an old friend didn't mean Ignotus wasn't still full of trepidation.
He'd never trusted Death in the first place, thus why he'd asked for the Invisibility Cloak to evade Death's notice for as long as he remained among the living. But now that time was at an end, his cloak with his son. Ignotus had no regrets on what he was leaving behind; no, his misgivings were with what lay ahead.
In death, Ignotus was powerless like he never was in life. He had an eternity, he supposed, to come to terms with that.