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Title: Three Wishes
Author: Evandar
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Gen/Angst
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and I am making no profit from this story.
Warnings: Reference to abuse and torture.
Summary: Three wishes for three brothers. The story of the Deathly Hallows isn't quite what Beedle made it out to be.
AN: An exercise in headcanon, basically, because the Hallows were no where near explored enough in canon. This was written for the 'Three Wishes' prompt on my GenPrompt Bingo table.
“I wish for power.”
A twig was taken from an elder tree by the bank of a river and crafted into a wand. It had no core; it had no innate power. An enchantment was whispered over the wood as small hands wove a temporary spell to increase the power of its wielder.
Its first spell was the Cruciatus – aimed at its maker, who writhed and sobbed “brother!” – and its second the Killing Curse. When it was stolen and Antioch killed, the enchantment broke, but half of all magic is belief.
“I wish for control.”
Small hands took a pebble from the riverbank and bathed it for three nights and three days in tears and moonlight. On a whim he scratched a symbol into its side – every artefact needs some sort of symbol; they always did in the stories – and he gave it as bidden to his second brother who turned it thrice in hand.
“Is this how you see the world?” he asked, staring at the spirit of his lost love.
“No,” he panted. The spirit, he knew, would look whole to his brother, but the dead cannot lie to necromancers, and he still saw the ravages of the Pestilence that had killed her. Cadmus saw her beauty because half of all magic is belief.
“I wish to be free.”
He wove a cloak from the hair of the dead, stolen from the family mausoleum in the night. He’d crafted the items that would fulfil his brothers’ wishes and it was time to fulfil his own while they used his gifts to destroy themselves.
The day after Cadmus was buried, he left the prison their riverside home had been, drew his cloak about his shoulders and escaped into the world he’d been kept from. Necromancers were hunted, reviled in their society, but without his brothers he was free.
He believed it, and so he was.
Author: Evandar
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Gen/Angst
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and I am making no profit from this story.
Warnings: Reference to abuse and torture.
Summary: Three wishes for three brothers. The story of the Deathly Hallows isn't quite what Beedle made it out to be.
AN: An exercise in headcanon, basically, because the Hallows were no where near explored enough in canon. This was written for the 'Three Wishes' prompt on my GenPrompt Bingo table.
“I wish for power.”
A twig was taken from an elder tree by the bank of a river and crafted into a wand. It had no core; it had no innate power. An enchantment was whispered over the wood as small hands wove a temporary spell to increase the power of its wielder.
Its first spell was the Cruciatus – aimed at its maker, who writhed and sobbed “brother!” – and its second the Killing Curse. When it was stolen and Antioch killed, the enchantment broke, but half of all magic is belief.
“I wish for control.”
Small hands took a pebble from the riverbank and bathed it for three nights and three days in tears and moonlight. On a whim he scratched a symbol into its side – every artefact needs some sort of symbol; they always did in the stories – and he gave it as bidden to his second brother who turned it thrice in hand.
“Is this how you see the world?” he asked, staring at the spirit of his lost love.
“No,” he panted. The spirit, he knew, would look whole to his brother, but the dead cannot lie to necromancers, and he still saw the ravages of the Pestilence that had killed her. Cadmus saw her beauty because half of all magic is belief.
“I wish to be free.”
He wove a cloak from the hair of the dead, stolen from the family mausoleum in the night. He’d crafted the items that would fulfil his brothers’ wishes and it was time to fulfil his own while they used his gifts to destroy themselves.
The day after Cadmus was buried, he left the prison their riverside home had been, drew his cloak about his shoulders and escaped into the world he’d been kept from. Necromancers were hunted, reviled in their society, but without his brothers he was free.
He believed it, and so he was.
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Date: 2014-05-15 11:39 am (UTC)From:Funnily, the reading ones I'm not very afraid of. I've read several thesis papers and I understand them as well as I would if it were in German. That said, the chemical thesis paper a friend handed to me as her beta-reader was pure confusion to me. In both languages. But as long as it is about business or economics I'm fine.
Very true. I have no idea what Masters I want. I consider Logistics, International, IT... :|
Exactly. :) I actually want to think that Grindelwald was a lot more sane than Voldemort. Not less dangerous, surely, but sane, which is really not difficult to be. After all, Voldemort splitted is soul - seven times.
The universe is a bit like this: Dumbledore lost the duel against Grindelwald and was imprisoned. Grindelwald conquers Germany, France, mainland Europe. England, Ireland, Norway panic and a few Aurors have a brilliant idea: They research Grindelwald's sign and conclude that Grindelwald is the Master of Death. They create a summoning ritual, and a nice trap, not really expecting to work. But do get the "death" energy they decide to use a special portal in Britain...
and everything goes downhill from that.
Only difficult I have is this: I really would like to include Hermione and Ron. But obviously they're not summoned. So how would I get them into this alternate universe? Also, I wonder if all three of them should have seperate love interests - or if I go menage a trois. There are so few of that kind of story out there, that has plot and not just porn.
Of course you can beta. :D But I really take my time to built a universe. ;) And what I send you was more of a trial to get the "taste" of the story.
I can so see that attitude in my teachers. :D But some also relished in talking with the students. I think Hermione mellowed out a bit over the years. In third year with the Dementor here fear was funny - as long as one didn't consider the cause. Her worst fear was to return to the Muggle world, to leave the magic/ Hogwarts behind. I've long wondered if her homelife was all that good. Her parents seemed not especially caring, and in the books Hermione never seems to miss them. Worse, even during the summer months as the books go on, she spends less and less time at home.
... truthfully I always thought that Marietta would be fine after going to St. Mungos in the summer months. :| To curse someone like that for the *rest of their life*? That's really too much.
Mh, someone should've realised, yes. But cared enough to risk themselves to act? Nothing against the Order, but I think even the Dursleys were not hidden that well.
Worst case: Hermione didn't act alone. After all it was clearly stated in the books several times, that mind magic is dangerous, damaging and not good. So, a 6th year in Hogwarts? Even if it is Hermione it sees a bit beyond her skills to successfully pull off.
There is a very good possibility, that she asked for help and they told her to do this and gave her instructions how.
Added to the universe above. :D How long until one figures that out? How long until one truly overcomes the fear to die to the point that one really decides to die right here and now? My estimation? Long.