Snake Charmer // Draco x Reader

Chapter 94- The Deathly Hallows

Are you referring to the sign of the Deathly Hallows?" We all exchange a look.

"The Deathly Hallows?" I ask.

"That's right," Xenophilius says, "You haven't heard of them? I'm not surprised. Very, very few wizards believe. Witness that knuckle-headed young man at your brother's wedding," he nods at Ron, "who attacked me for sporting the symbol of a well-known Dark wizard! Such ignorance. There is nothing Dark about the Hallows—at least, not in that crude sense. One simply uses the symbol to reveal oneself to other believers, in the hope that they might help one with the Quest." He stirs several lumps of sugar into his Gurdyroot infusion and drinks some.

"I'm sorry," Harry says. "I still don't really understand."

"Well, you see, believers seek the Deathly Hallows," says Xenophilius, smacking his lips in apparent appreciation of the Gurdyroot infusion.

"But what are the Deathly Hallows?" asks Hermione.

Xenophilius sets aside his empty teacup.

"I assume that you are all familiar with "The Tale of the Three Brothers'?"

Harry says, "No," but the rest of us say "yes." Xenophilius nods gravely.

"Well, well, Mr. Potter, the whole thing starts with 'The Tale of the Three Brothers'...I have a copy somewhere..."

"I've got a copy, Mr. Lovegood, I've got it right here," Hermione says pulling her book out.

"The original?" inquires Xenophilius sharply, and when she nods, he says, "Well then, why don't you read it aloud? Much the best way to make sure we all understand."

"Er... all right," Hermione says nervously. She opens the book and I nod encouragingly to her.
"'There were once three brothers who were traveling along a lonely, winding road at twilight—'"

"Midnight, our mum always told us," Ron says.

"Zip it Weasley," I say.

"Sorry, I just think it's a bit spookier if it's midnight!" Ron says.

"Yeah, because we really need a bit more fear in our lives," Harry says before he could stop himself. Xenophilius did not seem to be paying much attention, but was staring out of the window at the sky. "Go on, Hermione."

"'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," interjects Harry, "but Death spoke to them?"

"It's a fairy tale, Harry," I say to him.

"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 that place without being followed by Death. And Death, most unwillingly, handed over his own Cloak of Invisibility.'"