Authors Notes: Yaaaaaay, I got my last exam done on the 12th. I've been doing odds and ins since and now I'm finally ready to get down and write. Classes don't start again till January 14th so Huazzah!!! I will try and get a new chapter up every week and I really do apologize for waiting so long to update. And of course, all is owned by J.K. Rowling.
Chapter 7: Gellert's Offer
Albus stared into Gellert's eyes. "Do you mean the Tale of the three brothers? As in the cloak, the resurrection stone, and the unbeatable wand? That tale of the tree brothers?"
Gellert returned Albus's stare. Albus noticed the power and intensity in the stare and it made him squirm. Gellert nodded. "Very good. The tales ov the three brothers gives the story ov the Deathly Hallovs."
Albus racked his brain. Hadn't his mother used to tell him the story when he was young? He felt a stab of sadness at the thought of his mother, who, now he realized, was very close to him. He snapped back. Deathly Hallows? Wasn't the tale just a morality story telling you to avoid power, let the dead rest and accept mortality? Maybe Gellert was confused. "Err, Gellert, perhaps you are confused. The tale of the three brothers is nothing more than a story. My mum used to tell it to me when I was younger." Gellert smiled and from his bag he pulled a book. It was clearly very old. It had peeling letters. Gellert handed the book to Albus, who took it. Albus looked over the book. It was written in runes. Remembering his runes class, he mumbled, "T he tales of Beedle the Bard." He looked at it and back up to Gellert. "This is what I mean Gellert, it is just a story."
Gellert shook his head. "You vould think so. No, to the knoledgeable, it tells of the Deathly Hallovs." He pulled out his wand and make a straight line. A firry line appeared. "The Elder Vand, vhich is an unbeatable vand." He made a circle around it, "Resurrection Stone. Vich shall recall the dead." Enclosing the line and the circle, Gellert drew a triangle. "And the cloak of invisibility, together, they are the Deathly Hallovs. And vhover possesses all three, is the master ov Death." Albus looked at Gellert. There seemed to be fire in his eyes. Master of death? Nothing that he knew of or ever heard of could evade death. Well, besides the Philosophers stone, but Nicholas had the only one of those in existence. "Gellert, Invisibility Cloaks exist, everyone knows that. The unbeatable wand, well, there has been rumors of such a wand. Egbert, Emeric, Godelot, but how can there be a stone that brings people back from the dead?"
"And how are you sure there isn't? Come on, Albus, you are knoledgeable. And this man." He pointed at the headstone before them. On it was the same markings Gellert had made. "And this, Albus, is vun of the brothers, I am sure of it. I do not know vich ov the hallovs he had, but..."
He trailed off. Albus looked at Gellert. Gellert's face had a hungry look in it. Albus opened his mouth to say something when he heard the voice of the old care taker shouting at them. Albus turned around and saw the man hobbling to them. "What der you think you boys are doing. Git away..." The man looked at Dumbledore and his expression softened slightly. "Ah, yer that Dumbledore boy. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you and yer friend. I thought you were trying some shady business. I'll leave yer boys alone." The man started to walk away and Albus could here him muttering, "Poor boy" as he went.
Albus stood up and Gellert followed as Albus made his way a few rows away to where a pile of earth was beginning to settle. Albus looked at the stone as Gellert came up from behind him. In a voice barely above a whisper, a whisper that sent a chill of pleasure down Albus's spine, "So...Albus...vill you join me in my hunt for the hallovs? Vill you join in me a new order...masters ov death." Albus didn't look at him but continued staring at the grave. Here, he had lost a love of his life and here...he would gain one. Albus nodded slowly before turning and looking Gellert in the eyes. With a calm that many associated with him, as if anwering a simple query, Albus agreed politely, "Why yes, Gellert. I think I will."