TALES OF THREE BROTHERS

This is fourth and last

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Nova leaned forward, his eyes gleaming. "Tell me, Potter… have you ever heard of The Tale of the Three Brothers?"

Harry frowned. "No. What is it?"

Nova blinked, then let out an amused chuckle. "Of course. You were raised by Muggles. You wouldn't have been told about it."

Harry's frown deepened. "What does that have to do with anything?"

Nova smirked. "It's not just a story, Potter. It's history—buried under myth so that most people would dismiss it as fiction." He leaned back, his voice dropping to a near whisper. "It's the story of the Deathly Hallows."

Harry crossed his arms. "And what exactly are the Deathly Hallows?"

Nova studied him for a moment before speaking. "Let me tell you a story. A long time ago, there were three brothers who were… gifted. More skilled in magic than most. One day, they came across a river too dangerous to cross, but using their wands, they conjured a bridge. Before they could pass, however, Death itself appeared before them."

Harry raised an eyebrow. "Death?"

Nova grinned. "That's the legend, anyway. Death was furious that they had cheated him. But instead of showing anger, he played the role of a generous host and offered each brother a reward for outwitting him."

Harry found himself listening more intently despite his skepticism. "And what did they ask for?"

Nova held up a finger. "The eldest brother, proud and war-hardened, asked for a wand more powerful than any other. Death, amused, fashioned a wand from the wood of an elder tree."

Another finger. "The second brother, mourning a lost love, asked for the power to bring back the dead. Death plucked a stone from the riverbed and granted it the ability to recall souls."

A third finger. "The youngest brother, wary of Death's true nature, asked for something that would allow him to escape Death forever. So Death, begrudgingly, handed him his own Cloak of Invisibility."

Harry absorbed this, suspicion creeping into his voice. "Let me guess. Things didn't end well?"

Nova's smirk widened. "The eldest brother, arrogant with his newfound power, boasted of his unbeatable wand. He was murdered in his sleep, and the wand was stolen. The second brother, desperate for his lost love, used the stone—but she returned as a shadow, not truly alive. In despair, he took his own life."

Harry's throat tightened, but he said nothing.

Nova's expression turned thoughtful. "Only the youngest brother was wise. He used the Cloak to evade Death for many years, passing it down to his son before finally meeting Death as an old friend."

There was a beat of silence.

Then Harry exhaled sharply. "Alright. Nice bedtime story, but what does this have to do with anything?"

Nova chuckled. "Because the Deathly Hallows are real, Potter."

Harry scoffed. "Oh, come on—"

Nova snapped his fingers. A glowing screen appeared before them.

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[DEATHLY HALLOWS DATABASE]

1. THE ELDER WAND

STATUS: ACTIVE

CURRENT LOCATION: IN POSSESSION OF ALBUS DUMBLEDORE

HISTORY: THE MOST POWERFUL WAND EVER CREATED, PASSED DOWN THROUGH COUNTLESS WIZARDS VIA COMBAT. LEGEND STATES IT CAN ONLY BE MASTERED BY THE ONE WHO DEFEATS ITS PREVIOUS OWNER.

2. THE RESURRECTION STONE

STATUS: ACTIVE

CURRENT LOCATION: INSIDE MARVOLO GAUNT'S RING

HISTORY: SAID TO GRANT THE ABILITY TO COMMUNICATE WITH THE DEAD, BUT IN TRUTH, IT ONLY CALLS BACK SHADOWS, NOT TRUE SOULS. CURSED BY VOLDEMORT.

3. THE CLOAK OF INVISIBILITY

STATUS: ACTIVE

CURRENT LOCATION: IN POSSESSION OF HARRY POTTER

HISTORY: A TRUE CLOAK OF INVISIBILITY, UNLIKE ANY OTHER. NOT CREATED WITH MAGIC, BUT A LEGENDARY ITEM THAT RENDERS THE WEARER UNDETECTABLE TO ALL, EVEN DEATH ITSELF.

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Harry's heart pounded. His eyes darted to the last entry.

The Cloak of Invisibility.

In possession of Harry Potter.

His Cloak. His father's Cloak.

His breath came in shallow pulls. "No… No, that's not possible."

Nova chuckled. "You always wondered why your Cloak was better than the others, didn't you? Why it never lost its magic, never wore down over time?"

Harry swallowed. He had just thought it was a good magical artifact, but if this was true…

"This… this is insane," he muttered. "You're telling me that my Cloak is Death's Cloak?"

Nova smirked. "Not Death's, Potter. It was passed down through generations… through your family."

Harry's stomach flipped. "What do you mean?"

Nova's eyes gleamed. "Your ancestor was the third brother, Ignotus Peverell."

Silence stretched between them.

Harry's hands clenched into fists. "You're saying that I… I'm descended from him?"

Nova nodded. "That's right. The Hallows have been passed through different hands, stolen, lost, and reclaimed… but the Cloak? That one stayed in the Peverell bloodline. Your father had it. And now you do."

Harry felt his pulse pounding in his ears.

Dumbledore knew. He had to have known.

His mind reeled. How much of this had been hidden from him? How many times had he been left in the dark about things that directly involved him?

His breathing was sharp and uneven. "And Dumbledore… he has the Elder Wand?"

Nova nodded. "Oh, yes. He's its current master. But you already knew he was powerful, didn't you?"

Harry's thoughts spiraled. Dumbledore wielded the most powerful wand in existence. He had known about the Cloak. And the Stone…

His gut twisted. The Stone was inside the Horcrux.

The Gaunt ring.

Dumbledore would go after it. That was a certainty.

And if what the database said was true—that it was cursed—

Harry's stomach turned to ice.

Dumbledore was going to get himself killed.

His head snapped up. "The ring. If the Stone is inside it… Dumbledore—"

Nova raised a brow. "Planning to warn him?"

Harry grit his teeth. "If he goes after it and puts it on, he'll—"

Nova's smirk didn't fade. "Get cursed and die? Yes, that would be a problem, wouldn't it?"

Harry's fists clenched. He had to do something. He couldn't just let this play out without acting.

Dumbledore had kept so much from him, but even so… Harry wasn't about to stand by and let the old man walk straight into death.

His voice was sharp. "I need to stop him."

Nova's grin widened. "Well it's your choice, you can just warn the old man, who will ask you how do you know all this information? He may even attempt to read your mind to get this piece of information. Or you can just get the ring before him, which roughly leaves you with an entire year worth time to deal with the ring. Otherwise the old man's gonna get cursed and killed by end of your sixth year. Consider it as a bonus information."

Nova mused: More like my bad taste.

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NOVA EARNED 10,00 GALLEONS IN THIS CHAPTER.

TOTAL GOLD: 10,002 GALLEONS.

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