Alright maties, you still there? I know I've been a horrible writer and have been too distracted by... ooh look! Penny! ... See?! It's bad... School has begun again which will keep me grounded and I will stay up to date, you can email me if I start slacking but I'm going to try to write at least one chapter every two weeks.

You'll also see in this chapter that there is direct quotes from the book because it's obviously easier to tell The Story of the Three Brothers how JK says it, makes more sense. Thus we come to the disclaimer.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Casters nor Hermione or Ron or even Xenophillius Lovegood. Looks fearfully at lawyers Yes, there are things that JK wrote and I'm using, borrowing, for my story.

Cheers mates!

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The trek was made more bearable by Mikey saying his name much to the amusement of the Muggle Casters and border-lining annoyance of the trio. Hermione got into a large discussion with Andrew with the developments in technology, he was almost drooling over the new MacBook that Apple was coming out with. Eric was spieling about something or other to Ron who nodded from time to time, gazing at Hermione with a distant smirk on his face. Finally, Jamie and Ben were talking with Harry who grinned to his friend, who was concentrating so deeply. Emerson was walking behind everyone else, gazing at wonderment, clearly amazed at actually being inside the world he knew so much about.

After a few wrong turns they finally got to the house and Harry timidly rang the bell. A man opened the door, who couldn't be anyone other than Luna Lovegood's father. His wispy white hair was mussed as though he'd ran his hair through it at least a dozen times in the past minute, trying to hide his unkept appearance which may have been successful if it had not been for his stained nightshirt. He seemed very wary about letting Harry and his friends in until Andrew told him about this breakthrough that would happen in a couple of years called which would enable muggles to realize the importance of fantastic beasts which were just that, fantastic.

He seemed intrigued so everyone was let into his house. They paused to admire the scattering of different objects throughout the house. Obviously, the most remarkable thing was a headpiece of Rowena Ravenclaw. The eyebrows of the MC-ers went up immediately and put their heads together for a conference as to the importance of Rowena being one of the two founders to not yet have a Horcrux made out of their possessions. They were startled out of their discussion by three simple words, "The Deathly Hallows".

"Whoa wait what?" Eric stumbled over the next few words of amazement, followed by a huge grin. "You know what the Deathly Hallows are? We've been trying to figure out what they could be for ages, ever since the title of the story came out, I mean it's fun to hypothesize but we want to hear it straight from the source, who better to hear it from than the person who told Harry what they were, besides her of course." He ended with a superior look to his co-casters. Everyone just cocked their eyebrows, wondering if he was going to go on.

When it seemed as though Eric was done spieling, Mr. Lovegood asked everyone if they had heard of "The Tale of the Three Brothers" Hermione and Ron nodded their heads knowingly while Harry shook his head, clearly in the dark from being raised by muggles. The Casters just gazed awestruck at Mr. Lovegood in varying forms of wonderment and love. The man started looking for his copy yet was stopped by Hermione who had pulled an old book out of her beaded purse.

"The original?" He said in wonderment, looking at the ancient looking The Tales of Beetle the Bard. "Well thank why don't you read it aloud? Much of the best way to make sure we all understand.

Though Hermione looked unsure of herself she responded, "Er... all right." She opened up the book, not noticing Ben and Ron looking adoringly at her. "'There was once three brothers who were traveling along a lonely, winding road at twilight-'"

"Midnight our mum always told us," Ron murmured, clearly entranced by Hermione reading what his mother once did. He looked over to Ben who sized him up and frowned along with Hermione.

"Sorry, I just think it's a bit spookier if it's midnight!" Was his huffy response to them.

"Yeah, because we really need a bit more fear in our lives," Harry noted, making Ron even more flustered. "Go on, Hermione." Ron grimaced at Harry, who looked to a window, seemingly distracted.

"'In time, the brothers reached a river too deep to wade through and too dangerous to swim across. However, these brothers were learned in the magical arts, and so they simply waved their wands and made a bridge appear across the treacherous water. They were halfway across it when they found their path blocked by a hooded figure.

"'And Death spoke to them -'"

"Sorry," interjected Harry, "but Death spoke to them?"

Ron gave him a withering look, "It's a fairy tale, Harry!"

"Right, sorry. Go on."

"'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 always win duels for its owner, a wand worthy of a wizard who had conquered Death! So Death crossed to an elder tree on the banks of the river, fashioned a wand from a branch that hung there, and gave it to the oldest brother.

"'Then 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 that the stone would have the power to bring back the dead.

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

"Death's got an Invisibility Cloak?" Harry interrupted again as the Casters looked at each other and whispered possibilities to each other.

"So he can sneak up on people," Ron said, clearly past the point of trying to impress Hermione. "Sometimes he gets bored of running at them, flapping his arms and shrieking... sorry, Hermione." Ben sniggered.

"'Then Death stood aside and allowed the three brothers to continue on their way, and they 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 has his weapon, he could not fail to win the 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 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 turned it thrice in his hand. To his amazement and his delight, the figure of the girl he had once hoped to marry, before her untimely death, appeared at once before him.

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

"'And so Death took the second brother for his own.

"'But though Death searched for the third brother for many years, he was never able to find him. It was only when he had attained a great age that the youngest brother finally took of the Cloak of Invisibility and gave it to his son. And then he greeted Death as an old friend, and went with him gladly, and, equals, they departed this life.'"

After a few moments of stunned silence, Mr. Lovegood spoke, making everyone jump out of their stupor. "Well, there you are."

"Sorry?" Asked Hermione, clearly confused, what importance did the book hold?

"Those are the Deathly Hallows." He responded, avoiding the gazes of the Casters as their mouths were held open by the gravity of amazement.

Xenophillius went to a table full of miscellaneous things and picked up a quill and a bit of parchment. He started drawing a line, "The Elder Wand." A circle over the line, "The Resurrection Stone." Then a triangle encompassing the line and circle, "The Cloak of Invisibility. Together, the Deathly Hallows."

"We were right! The symbol on the cover did mean something!" Andrew whispered to the other Casters who proceeded to laugh and pat each other on the back, while keeping Jamie from another Cascada dance.

"Well, of course not," He said to Hermione's question of the term not being in the story. "That is a children's tale, told to amuse rather than to instruct. Those of us who understand these matters, however, recognize that the ancient story refers to three objects, or Hallows, which, if united, will make the possessor master of Death."

Emerson looked to Eric, willing him not to spiel, they'd be able to talk freely outside. "'Scuse me sir, would you mind if we all went out into the garden? We wanted to take a second look at your plants." He stopped at Xenophillius's vacant expression. "To, erm, admire them."

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Right mates, onward!