Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by J. K. Rowling. No money is being made.
Written for the Challenge '200 Prompts, in 100 Stories!'
I picked as Additional Rewards: The Peverells - Antioch, Cadmus, Ignotus - 2 points.
It will consist of a small multi-chapter story.
Prompts for this chapter:
Character – Cadmus
Other – The Time Turner
Chapter 2 – Beyond Time and Space
Time was meaningless to Death, it had always been. So when Antioch passed Death did not grieve. He simply went to a time where Antioch still was. He could spend eternity in a single moment in time, so he did.
He watched his child, from birth to death.
Lifetimes passed, worlds died and were reborn.
And Death still watched.
He watched Antioch smile and laugh with his brothers. He saw them discovering their powers and exploring them together. He saw how their bond grew stronger, and how utterly happy they were. His youngest children, the three strongest Necromancers to have ever existed.
Death looked away from the laughing brothers when he felt a slight shift in time. It was nothing more than a little nudge, tiny even, but it was an anomaly nonetheless.
Another minuscule prod followed before a slight rip appeared right in front of Death.
Surprise wasn't an emotion that Death was accustomed to, though when he saw Cadmus tumble out of the small rip in Time and Space surprise was the most predominant emotion, followed rather closely by pride.
Endless black meet starless sky.
Cadmus knelt, supplications of absolution filling the space between them.
Death glanced at the laughing brothers before his timeless gaze settled on his kneeling child once more. He should have suspected, he should have known.
Cadmus had always adored his older brother. They had been closer to each other than to anyone else, aside from their little brother whom both doted on. Of course Cadmus would do anything to see his older brother once more, even if that meant shattering the barrier of Time and Space.
Slowly, softly, Death caressed Cadmus cheek; half formed words freezing before being uttered.
His poor child, how he must have suffered. There was nothing to forgive, nothing Cadmus should feel guilty for.
A single tear formed in Death's eye, crystallizing as soon as it started to run down his cheek.
Death caught it on the tip of his finger. He encased it in obsidian and gave it to his child. With one last caress he sent Cadmus back to his time.
It didn't surprise Death at all when Cadmus joined his brother not long after.
Years later wizards would find and recreate Cadmus' greatest achievement. They would brag about bending the rules of time, of doing what no one else could.
Never knowing that a Necromancer wouldn't merely bend the rules of time – a Necromancer would completely shatter them.