#ignotus peverell

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Related a little to the elder wand, how do you think the Peverell brothers created it? We don't have much information about them (I don't entirely trust the tale of Beedle the Bard). I would very much like to hear your opinion about the Peverell brothers and their relationship with the deathly hallows.

P.S. I really like your theories, I hope I don't bother you!

Thank you! 😊

And you're not bothering me at all, I'm just slow to answer asks sometimes.

As for not trusting the tale, yeah, the world of HP as depicted in the books doesn't really seem to include god-like beings the way Death is portrayed in the story of the brothers. I talked a little bit about the Deathly Hallows, Death, and the Peverell brothers here, so this is essentially a sequel to that post with just as many speculations and headcanons on my part.

Deathly Hallows and the Peverells: Part 2

I want to note I also posited that the Peverell brothers are the same ones who created the veil that we see in the Department of Mysteries (I wrote in that original post the brothers were born around 1210s, but that information came from the movies behind the scenes, and is likely inaccurate. Since then I came up with a headcanon I like better, that they are the sons of William Peverell, and therefore were born likely around 1080s). It isn't super relevant to how the Deathly Hallows were made, but I wanted to note this here nonetheless.

Let's start with what we do know about the artifacts themselves:

All three hallows are incredibly sentient, like the sorting hat or the Book of Admintence and Quill of Acceptance.

They are uniquely powerful, but we do know of other powerful magical artifacts from the same time period and it's unclear how special they are, but I'd go on a limb and say the results are near impossible to replicate.

Then there are the unique abilities of each artifact:

The wand is like any wand, except more sentient and powerful (more on that here and here)

The stone, which I posed here can't really raise the dead and only imitates them based on the users' own memories of the deceased.

The cloak, which makes you more invisible than other cloaks, lasts longer than any cloak and might (as I mentioned in the first part) allow you to go into the veil without dying.

So, I want to talk about the sentience aspect that they all share first and then go into each one of them as their own artifact.

Sentient Magical Artifacts

Arthur Weasley says this regarding the Ginny using the diary:

“Ginny!” said Mr. Weasley, flabbergasted. “Haven’t I taught you anything? What have I always told you? Never trust anything that can think for itself if you can’t see where it keeps its brain. Why didn’t you show the diary to me, or your mother? A suspicious object like that, it was clearly full of Dark Magic — ”

(CoS, 304)

This implies sentient magical artifacts aren't that unheard of and are likely still being made. We actually see quite a few of them, from portraits to the mirrors in the early books. The question is, how? how do you breathe life into an object?

We know wands are always sentient to a degree, and however that is accomplished should be similar in theory to how any item would be turned sentient with magic.

Like always, I'm going back to the three primas of Alchemy:

Salt - body - the item

Sulfur - soul - the actual sentient part

Mercury - spirit - life that binds the soul and the body.

So, we've got a body, that's the easy part, the harder part, as I discussed with Horcruxes, is literally everything else. So, I went to see how other artifacts can have a sentience, a mind, where does the soul come from?

So what I could find is this regarding the Sorting Hat, a known sentient magical item:

Legend has it that the hat once belonged to one of the four founders, Godric Gryffindor, and that it was jointly enchanted by all four founders to ensure that students would be sorted into their eponymous houses, which would be selected according to each founder’s particular preferences in students. The Sorting Hat is one of the cleverest enchanted objects most witches and wizards will ever meet. It literally contains the intelligence of the four founders...

(from Pottermore)

The four founders who enchanted the hat, literally placed their own intelligence into the hat, making it sound not so different from a Horcrux. The Mauraders Map is quite similar too, as an item enchanted by four people which includes their very essence in their enchantment. "Copies" of Messers Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs... and it got me to thinking about magical portraits.

Because Magical Portraits, like these sentient items, capture the "soul" of a person at the time of painting. Their knowledge and personality at the moment, captured forever. Just like the hat which is a combined effort of all four founders, or the Marauders' Map which has the Maradaurs insulting Snape and even reacting to his specific words:

“Mr. Padfoot would like to register his astonishment that an idiot like that ever became a professor.”

In response to Snape referring to himself as "Professor". It shows the map is much more sentient than we usually think. Just like the magical portraits we see.

So, the answer to how all these are made is likely the same one. If we figure out how you enchant a item sentient, we figure out the map, the hat, all wands, the hallows, and all magical portraits. So the question becomes how would you magically imbue your own soul (or another's for portraits and wands) into an object without using very dark magic to ritually kill yourself?

Unlike a Horcrux, you don't want to bind your actual soul, just create a mimicry of it. A portrait, something that looks and acts like you, but isn't. And for mimicry, you wouldn't need an actual part of your soul.

So, I thought, what irl examples can I look to try and figure out how you'd go about it, and then I thought about the Golem of Prague. I'm not going to go into the story, but basically, it's a legend in which a Jewish rabbi creates a clay golem to protect the Jewish community in Prague from antisemitic attacks and pogroms. In these stories, the body Is the clay, the "soul" is often a piece of writing inserted into the golem or written on its forehead (what's written on it differs between different legends) and the spirit comes from god. So, I took inspiration from that while thinking of something that'll be more in line with the world of Harry Potter.

How to manufacture a soul image:

The soul/sulfur in Alchemy refers to the combination of the two volatile aspects — air (the Selfconscious Mind) and fire (the Superconscious Mind). This would explain why sentience and intelligence require a soul, but the fact that it's a combination of air and water is what I want to focus on since I think the phrase I used earlier: "to breathe life into" is surprisingly accurate.

So, what you need to mimic a person's soul for a portrait, let's say, is their breath and something of them that is a stand-in for their entire person.

If we go with the golem stories, this could be a piece of parchment with their name on it, something that represents only them. Considering how sacred names are in Greek and Egyptian mythologies and how in northern European folklore true names are used to bind magical creatures, this seems fitting. The type of focus names have in the HP books, with the taboo on Voldemort's name, also indicates names having weight magically. We also know the Homonculous Charm the Marauders Map uses recognizes a person's name as a definite, magically recognised aspect of their being.

But then, we don't see little slips of parchment in any of these items, their soul is imbued into the body itself. So, I theorize that breath is used as the name. Instead of just capturing any random exhale of air, you request the person state their own name into the vial and capture their name on their breath.

(for wands it's different since it heavily depends on the core, but in the case of the Elder Wand, I believe this is how its sentience came about as I'll discuss more later in this post)

How to manufacture life:

The spirit is the bridge between the volatile aspects and the fixed aspects, as such, its a combination of Water (the Subconscious Mind) and air (the Selfconscious Mind).

I don't have a specific ritual in mind, but what you need to represent life, is liquid. You can use blood in it, but that would only be necessary if you desire to mimic a specific person. Basically, you make a potion to be the "life essence" or spirit of this item. I don't have the full ingredients list, but it's mostly water, a lot of alcohol (plant spirit), and something that represents the life of the sentience you are mimicking, be it blood or another material (like hair is used in Polyjuice potion to represent the body of the specific individual whose form you wish to take).

Combine everything together:

You'd need to release the breath of the person into the item as the item is soaked in the spirit and cast some spell to bind it all. Unlike with the Horcrux, you aren't really making any oath and it isn't an actual soul you're working with, just the mimicry of it.

So, what does all this have to do with the sentience of the Deathly Hallows?

Well, I think each hallow has the sentience of the brother who made it. As in, I think they used their own name and breath (and probably blood) to make each of their respective hallows. Antioch the wand, Cadmus the stone, and Ignotus the cloak.

Now, let's go into the specifics:

The Wand

I believe the Elder Wand is more sentient than other wands because it is Antioch's consciousness and "soul copy" in there. Most wands use their core as a "soul stand-in" and while this does create a sentient wooden stick (how sentient would depend greatly on the wood and core in question), a human sentience breathed into a wand like it would be into a portrait would make it appear much more sentient, since, well, it's a person (well, a mimicry of a person).

So, I believe Antioch placed his own knowledge and personality into the Elder Wand, explaining it being as picky and fickle as it is. Its unique power is likely a result of its materials and manufacturing. I don't think it's impossible to make another wand like that, which made me feel something is missing, some extra oomph that'll make how revered the wand is to make sense.

So, what could be this extra oomph?

I think the extra oomph comes from Antioch's "echo" in the wand. Harry is told wands don't just cast spells on their own after the Battle of the Seven Potters in book 7, I think that might be why the Elder Wand is so revered. It can cast magic on its own, and powerful magic at that.

Harry's holly wand had to go through some super rare magical gymnastics with Harry and Voldy's connection to get to a point where it was capable of casting magic on its own with intention. The intention part is important as there are plenty of wands that heat up or even explode when they're bored, but they aren't casting precise spells. It's more like a general show of displeasure.

So, my headcanon is that the Elder Wand, if it wants to, could cast proper spells like any wizard. It's probably the only wand that could kill a wizard without a caster using it, so it really does make it a "Deathstick".

(I headcanon the name came about after the Elder Wand killed someone without the caster actually casting anything. Said caster, being Antioch, who the wand liked, because I think he was the kind of guy who'd love to fuck his own clone)

The Stone

The stone, I believe shows figments based on memories, and not the actual dead, and it holds the sentience of Cadmus Peverell.

As such, what the stone does is some very complex Legilimency (not unlike the sorting hat that already existed when the stone was made). First, in looking into your memories, and second in showing you these representations of people. Harry knew all the people the stone showed him and knew they were dead (He saw Remus' corpse in the Great Hall right before he left for the forest). But this explanation feels lacking, it lacks that certain oomph.

So, I like to believe the stone does know who's alive and who's dead, I think it has that knowledge so it could never show you a manifestation of your memories of a living person. But how? And what stone is it?

Let's start with the stone. The tale says Death picked up a random pebble, but throughout the books, it isn't described as a random pebble:

It was large, rather clumsily made of what looked like gold, and was set with a heavy black stone that had cracked down the middle

The black stone with its jagged crack running down the center sat in the two halves of the Snitch. The Resurrection Stone had cracked down the vertical line representing the Elder Wand. The triangle and circle representing the Cloak and the stone were still discernible.

A pebble from a river shore is likely to be smooth and grey, not black and clunky with an engraved Deathly Hallows symbol on it. So, what stone is it likely to be?

I think it's a black obsidian. They symbolize inner reflection, revealing hidden truths, and letting go of emotional baggage, which is what the stone was meant to do, allowing Cadmus to move on from losing his wife by bringing her back. This inner reflection the stone is associated with would work well with how I think the figments it makes you see are reflections of your own memories of the deceased.

As for why it can tell who's dead and who isn't, I think it's an enchantment. I already mentioned the Homonculous Charm (used on the Marauders Map) that can show living people present in a certain area. I think, this speculated charm on the stone, is one of Cadmus' own making, and it works very much like a Homonculous Charm, in that it knows to recognize the names of everyone in the world, and so, tell if someone is dead or not. It sounds like a lot, honestly, but I think it is possible.

I do like to think Cadmus really was trying to bring people back from the dead. He used obsidian for its association with the hidden, like the afterlife. The Legilimency was so the stone could know who he was trying to bring back and the Homonculous-like Charm was to locate the descesed. Except, it ended up not really working and just gave a form to his memories of the dead and not the dead themselves.

The Cloak

The cloak makes one invisible, more invisible than other cloaks, and its enchantment seems ever-lasting. I also, believe the cloak is just as sentient as the other two hallows, carrying the knowledge and personality of Ignotus Peverell.

Now, most invisibility cloaks in the wizarding world are thought to be made from Demiguise hair, as a Demiguise can turn invisible at will. But I think this particular cloak is different. I think it is made from Thestral hair, the same as the core of the Elder Wand. Thestrals are associated with death, invisible to those who haven't seen death, so the ability to be completely invisible is present in the material.

I think the Thestral hair the cloak is made of is enchanted in a way that'll make it invisible to everyone, even those who've seen death, which would make the legend of the cloak: "hide from even death himself" make sense with the origin of how it was made.

So, essentially, the cloak is made from Thestral hair that was magically tricked into thinking no one has seen death (so it'll remain invisible) and has the knowledge and personality of Ignotus Peverell.

In Summary:

The Elder Wand is uniqly sentient having an image of Antioch Peverell's soul. It's special in being not only a powerful and picky wand but being able to actually cast spells, due to having a fully human sentience which wands do not generally have.

The Resurrection Stone like the wand, holds the sentience of Cadmus Peverell. It is made of obsidian and shows figments based on the memories of the user through Legilimency. The stone would never show a living person though, as it can tell who's alive through a variation of the Homonculous Charm.

The Invisibility Cloak holds the sentience of Ignotus Peverell and is made of Thestral hair tricked into thinking no one has seen death and like this: "hides even from death himself"

At least, these are my best guesses.

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Harry potter fanfiction ideas/looking for fics reccomedations.

Ok so obviously we all know the common fanfiction trope of the potters being descendents of the gryffindor family in addition to their canonical peverell heritage. And how in the same fanfics harry takes lordship of those families in addition to the black lordship(in fics where sirius dies or something)

But like all that had me thinking I mean during the 00s I know the common idea was that harry was the last of the house of potter(plus being the grandson of charlus and dorea potter nee black making him also a descendent of the bulstrode and flint houses)

But alas now we know his true family lineage being the grandson of fleamont and euphemia potter. In addition to the now canonical connection to Sleekeazy's Hair Potion being a invention of fleamonts. Plus Skele-Gro and Pepperup Potion being inventions of the potter family founding patriarch Linfred of Stinchcombe who lived during the 12 century and who himself had 7 kids(including Hardwin Potter who is obviously Harry's ancestor) depending on how long you consider generations to be the potters have been a thing for 20+ generations.

We also know that Canonically the potters have a branch in the USA.

Soooo....

Has anyone read fics where the house of potter has existing branches in different countries/on different continents who Eventually interact with harry? Either while he's already at hogwarts or pre hogwarts years. Obviously I don't mind ocs even if their OP(love reading stories where the house of potter are a powerful bunch)

also don't mind bashing of canon characters like Dumbledore.

Just Imagine potters coming in from not just the USA but all over the 7 continents.

Also in a similar vein.

Also looking for Fanfics that build upon the birth family of fleamont potter's grandmother aka Henry potters mother aka Ms Fleamont. Maybe there are a number of people who are female line descendents of the fleamont family in the same vein as Harry. Extra points if the fleamonts were french/ had veela blood or something although that obviously isn't a requirement! Maybe the fleamonts would have been on the sacred 28 list if the name hadn't died out. Also harry Inheriting the fleamont ring/lordship.

Also

Fanfics that actually give a maiden surname for Harry's grandmother euphemia! Maybe she was born into one of the sacred 28 families or maybe she was a pureblood foreign born witch from a different country like greece! Like the prior ideas her birth family comes looking for/comes into contact with Harry and ally with him.

[teddyniffler]

In the Shadow of Friendship Forever

Ominis and Anne sent Sebastian to Azkaban for his own good. Their friend and brother had changed from the kind boy he once was, and they regretted their decision ever since. They are desperate to have Sebastian back and are willing to do anything, anything. Ominis will even become the monster he vowed he was not. The Fall of the House of Gaunt. How did the ancient House of Gaunt, once among the wealthiest, most powerful, and most dangerous families in the wizarding world, become the desperate souls depicted in The Half-Blood Prince? How did Sebastian's life sentence to Azkaban trigger the downfall of the heirs of Slytherin...

Chapter 37: Marvolo Gaunt (a03)

There were a few things Marvolo Gaunt was sure of. The first were things were incredible unfair in the world, or at least his world.

Sure, his family were blessed with blood purity and strong magic, and they were a handsome lot, but he was the most beautiful of them and they all knew it.

It was such a burden to be this beautiful. He carried all the best genes from his family’s bloodlines. The rare darker hair gene could be traced back to Slytherin’s own blood, rather than the Peverell’s, which was all that mattered in his eyes. He didn’t really know much about the Peverell family, he didn’t really care to know. He knew only that they were skilled wizards, very powerful and were renown enough to have their coat of arms on many of the family herlooms in the house.

He was proud to be from their line, due only to the ability to out date all over pure blooded families. The Gaunt family was very ancient. If Marvolo was being honest with himself, he didn’t see why the Peverells were so important. What exactly did they do?

They hadn’t produced males to kept their own name, instead they married a daughter to a male Gaunt and carried on that name forever more. Not even the Slytherin name had carried on, they had also married into the Gaunts. Now that was a name to be proud of.

The Gaunts ruled this world and this world was his. Now Slytherin on the other hand, Slytherin was so much more interesting to him, it was thanks to Slytherin after all that his family could talk to snakes. Whenever a Gaunt was born, like him, bearing the Slytherin genes more than the Peverell’s, they were clearly of the superior blood among very superior wizards. So then, why was it only his mother who dotted on him, and not his father, the one who really mattered?

His mother had lovingly stroked his soft black hair when he had been a child, she had never stroked Ominis’, she preferred him out of her sight with the nursemaid.

It was Marvolo who was the pearl of his mother’s eyes, her favourite son. It gave him more fuel to hurt Ominis, who clearly missed a mother’s touch. While his mother’s affections were nice, he guessed, it was his father’s approval he really wanted, yet his father only had eyes for Ominis. Eyes for the blind runt of the family over him, the perfect son, the strong son, the son who had everything going for him. Marvolo scowled.

All summer after his brother’s seventeenth birthday, Ominis and their father had spent time shut up in father’s office, hour after hour passing. Day after day. Week, followed by week. What had they been talking about that was taking all this time? Whenever he tried to drop in on his father, he was always asked to leave by the House Elf on guard. It angered him so much he was tempered to murder the house elf, just to make his point. He was infuriated, he was clearly superior to Ominis in every single way, why was his father ignoring him?

Yes, his father had got him his job shadowing the Minister for Magic himself, with the promise of being groomed for the job in later life, but Marvolo hated it, it was dull and boring, with old bugger Spavin ranting to him about Centaurs and their clear attempts to assassinate him.

Marvolo played his role, acted surprised, applauded the old git as he recounted (for the 10th time that week) how he outsmarted the Centaurs’ latest plans that clearly didn’t exist. An acorn landing on the floor near him? The Centaurs. A twig snapping? The Centaurs. Secretly, Marvolo sided with the bloody Centaurs. He would like to assassinate the old man too. To add insult to all of Marvolo's injuries, he had to make the old git cups of tea all day. What was he? A House Elf? He was from the House of Gaunt! Marvolo wanted fun, he itched for it and a government job was not his idea of fun, no matter what role it led to in the end. So he amused himself with spiking the tea with sleeping droughts and sending the old man for a nap while he drafted up new radical laws that would better pure-blooded society. Spavin would gladly sign them believing they were his own plans, so senile he was. So far, Marvolo had gotten a few little things passed that suited him well. He had often wondered if he could disband the Auror office, who had often rained on his parade (or tried too), but sadly no such Bill had managed to be passed yet. One even got returned to the office for clarity from the offended Auror's office, which he burned to cover his tracks. Sometimes he would leave the office, leaving Spavin out cold at his desk, today was once such day. Rather than spending his time bored in the office, Marvolo wanted to go for a walk.

The second thing he was sure of, was muggles were easy to bend to his will. As he strolled through the streets of York, the small city near to his home, he watched as the muggles walked past, wearing their silly little hats (The latest fashion) while dishing out jinxes to any muggle who might look at him wrongly. How dare they judge him for not wearing a hat also. So far he had made various muggles trip over their own feet, one fall in front of a horse and carriage, which sadly stopped before it crushed the filthy thing, various hiccupping and other minor issues. He used a stinging hex as payment when a few vagabond children came to him to beg for food and he paused on the side of the street, wondering if he should burn down the workhouse the rats had crawled out from, to show the little lice crawling freaks how wrong they were to approach a Gaunt. In the end, he decided not too - yet. Muggle or not, did they not realise he was the closest to royalty they will ever come across?

As he walked the endless ancient streets, hexing and jinxing as he went, he was visited by nostalgia for those lovely times as a youth, when the Gaunts went for family shopping sprees in Knockturn Alley, buying the goods on sale. There was no purpose to his visit to York today, he just wanted time away from the office and he wasn’t yet ready to return to the House of Gaunt and his father’s suffocating expectations of him. Father did not like it when Marvolo left ‘work’ early. You couldn’t call it work, if Marvolo wanted to roll his eyes all day and make tea, he would find employment in a tea house down Diagon Alley.

In fact, Marvolo wondered why he had to work anyway, his family had enough money to never work, that was kind of the whole point of money. His father just sat in his study or toyed with people all day, he didn’t have to don a positive attitude each day as he delt with a bloody old codger. He didn’t understand it, Marvolo had killed for his father, he had tortured people for his father. He did things that used to wake him up in the middle of the night screaming, back when he was a young teenager at Hogwarts. He did everything and more that was asked of him, yet somehow he was not on the same level as Ominis. His little brother who cried when asked to torture muggles. Ominis who would likely cry when asked to open the chamber. Ominis was almost at blood traitor level weakness. But somehow, Marvolo had fallen under his younger brother in terms of rank and appreciation. But how, and why!

The magical community in York watched him carefully, actually having the audacity to make and maintain eye contact with him. Marvolo perched on the curb outside the minister, a truly lovely place of muggle worship, were they learned of the evils of witchcraft without even knowing the guy they worshipped had been a wizard himself. York, a place where not even a hundred years ago they had hung a woman down at the castle on suspicion of being a witch. These people were backwards, uncultured and ignorant. The worst sort of muggle.

He stood up straight and crossed himself mockingly, just like the muggles do as a man in muggle ritual robes came out of the grand building, the man nodded at Marvolo, only seeing a young man paying his respects, but then he felt great pain as Marvolo’s hex hit him. The man yelped in pain and doubled up, no doubt thinking something was wrong with his stomach - serves him right for starting witch hunts, Marvolo thought – just as another wizard walked past them. Marvolo stared them right back, challenging him to say anything, which the wizard didn’t. The man broke eye contact long before Marvolo did and Marvolo’s bright brown eyes followed the wizard, making it quite obvious he was being stared at.

As expected, nobody wanted to mess with him. Everybody was afraid of him! He was in his early twenties and already they feared him. Why couldn’t his father see this? Sometimes the elder Gaunt was just as blind as his youngest son. “That’s right, walk on.” Marvolo called after the wizard who had picked up pace to get away from him. The Gaunts were known in this area, it was their home turf after all, but they were just as welcome here as anywhere else. Which was nowhere among these common half bloods and Mudbloods. Oh jealous, it was such an ugly trait. They wanted what his family had.

He walked through the maze of tiny narrow alleys before emerging onto his favourite street, an ancient street known as the Shambles, because what better name to give a street so narrow, sloped and crooked. Wizards had been brave to enchant the street so that the buildings didn’t fall down, during the dark ages at the height of magical hatred. It was very obvious it was all held together by magic, but the local muggle population at the time credited themselves for creating this. However, that wasn’t the only reason Marvolo liked it, the tea houses down this one street were the best in the city, and half were run by wizards.

Today, Marvolo wanted to wind them up, he was hoping for a fight to blow off some steam, so in full view of his fellow wizards, he went and entered a muggle tea shop, using his wand to confound the servers into giving him a free cup of tea, and then a second. He sat outside, on a little table that he had conjured, blocking most of the tiny path so those around him had to squeeze past each other. There were a lot of dark looks, a few tuts, some outrageous remarks from the muggles and from Marvolo’s wand, a few hexes cast. Marvolo felt no hesitation in flouting the law right in front of other wizards. What were they going to do; Call the Aurors? Marvolo laughted out loud at his own thoughts.

Muggles may be beastly, but they made a good cup of tea. Taking out his wand, he confounded his way to a free meal, which was brought out to him at once. The witch and wizard who ran the pub at the very top end of the Shambles eyed him warily as they greeted punters at the door, quickly getting them into the building and away from him. The mudblood who ran her families' chocolate shop was doing all she could to protect people walking past Marvolo as he sat eating food he never paid for.

Marvolo made a great show of sipping his tea, as he knew the wizards here were the blood traitor type. He felt they needed reminding of his family’s presence in the area. He finished his meal and still no fight had come looking for him.

He was bored, maybe he should do something to get his father’s attention, something better than pointless muggle baiting. He stood up, maybe he should go to Godric’s Hallow and wind the Potters up? Yes, that would be nice. He did love taunting them, they were always so strangely uptight in regards to the Gaunts. He had never been to Godric’s Hallow before, but everybody knew there was always a Potter to be found there.

Maybe they were worried the Gaunts were going to inform fellow wizards that both families were related. As if Marvolo would be proud to be related to blood traitors, no matter how distant. Oh no, that secret was never coming out on both sides. He apparated right there with a loud CRACK, in the middle of the street, leaving the wizards of York to hastily wipe the memories of the Muggles who had just seen a young man vanish before their very eyes.

He landed on the war memorial, right in the centre of Godric’s Hallow with a loud CRACK and he stood there, muggles nearby stopping dead in their tracks as a youth appeared out of thin air. They pointed up at him, but Marvolo took no notice of them. His eyes were fixed on a cottage with a thatched roof. Something about it told him that magic had a home here. Whoever lived there would likely have the straw enchanted so it wouldn’t set on fire, perhaps he should put that theory to the test. Yes, burning roofs off would certainly provoke everybody and get him noticed. Marvolo had a big smile on his face, his body coiled almost like a snake ready to strike. “Come out.” He muttered, daring them to heed his challenge. He waited.

It wasn’t long until what he wanted materialized in front of him. A man slowly approached him from a back door of another cottage this one a little back into a street. He was walking carefully while not letting Marvolo out of his sight, the man had black messy hair that stood up in all directions and hazel eyes framed behind glasses, the typical signs of the Potter family.

Inferior wizards, from their knobbly knees to their poor eye sight. The Potters were less than the Gaunts. It was hard to believe they shared common ancestry when comparing these to his own family. ‘My my, this is what happens when you allow muggle filth into your blood.’ Marvolo thought. ‘It takes your magic away and allows muggle conditions into your family.’

The man was now level with the war memorial. He was looking up at Marvolo as if he couldn’t quiet believe what he was seeing. A Gaunt, in Godric’s Hallow where the Gaunts were not meant to come. They was a reason why the Potters never stepped foot in Little or Great Hangleton. They had an uneasy, unspoken truce where each family kept away from the other.

In his hand, he held a carefully concealed tip of a wand. He would use it if needed, but he would prefer not to spill Gaunt blood, it would only complicate matters more and anyway, this Gaunt was just a stupid kid. Oh yes, it was one of the Gaunt children, the oldest by the looks of him.

It wasn’t as if it were Master Gaunt himself who had appeared, as that would have been a different matter entirely.

“Ooooh” Marvolo sang down to him from atop of the memorial, having seen the wand tip sticking out of the sleeve. “Scary.” The man was around the same age as Marvolo’s father. His name was Henry Potter, the current head of the Potter family.

“Hello cousin Harry!” Marvolo called, a big grin spreading on his face as he made a mock bow. “Beautiful village you live in.” “You have no business here, kid.” Henry Potter said, making Marvolo chuckle at being called ‘kid’. “Is that how you greet your cousins?” Marvolo taunted. He knew the Potters ignored their distant relation to the Gaunts just as much as the Gaunts did theirs. “We are not cousins.” Henry said simply. “We share no blood.” “Yet our family tree says otherwise.” Marvolo taunted down to him. “I can find Henry Potter on there. That’s you, no? Next down is a Flea.” “A thousand years ago, maybe, we shared blood, but no more.” Potter said, ignoring the taunts against his son “Go back to your father, boy.” “Where’s your son anyway, where is little Fleamont. Where’s the Flea?” Marvolo asked gleefully.

He slowly leaped into the air and slowed down his decent by pushing the air up under his feet. He glided down from the war memorial, floating down slowly, allowing his cloak to ripple around him in the air for added effect.

“Your father has been teaching you some tricks?” Potter said, watching this Gaunt flying down to him. A typical party trick this family was known for. Other people said the Gaunts didn’t need broomsticks in order to fly and part of it was true. They had a way of levitating in the air without needing a wand. It wasn’t flying exactly. “Oh yes.” Marvolo answered. "Father has learned me spells you would never dare to use." "Dark Magic is not to be praised." Henry Potter said. "Why are you here Marvolo?"

Marvolo beamed that Potter knew his name! “Why, I haven’t seen dear Flea in ages, I have fond memories of snapping his bones and putting him in the Hospital Wing at Hogwarts, as I’m sure you remember all too well, he’s not dead is he? You haven’t stood on him or hit him with a newspaper?” “Of course he’s not. State what you want or leave, your kind is not welcome here. What does the House of Gaunt want?”

It was now Marvolo noticed one of the Abbot family members had come out of a nearby house, glancing at the head of the Potter family. “Hi there!” Marvolo shouted, a hand held up in a wave, not out of friendliness, but acknowledgement that he had seen them. “Awww you have Hufflepuffs in your village? That’s so adorable. I love Hufflepuffs, met a sweet little dear not too long ago. She’s in the hospital now, funny how this keeps happening. Do you know the Smith family are Hufflepuff’s direct descendants? I bet you wish you were a descendent of Gryffindor, but alas, you are not. I guess the Potter family is just not that well connected.” Oh reinforcements! He still could start a fight, he was sure it would be a nice challenging fight for him, but one he was sure he would still walk away from. The Abbots were nothing. He could easy take them out, or use them to distract the Potter family.

“You ask what does the House of Gaunt want? Nothing.” Marvolo said truthfully. “My father wouldn’t waist his time on disgusting blood traitors. What makes you think I am an errand boy?” Marvolo knew that wasn’t true entirely, he knew the Potters apparently had something valuable in their possession, but Marvolo didn’t know what that was. Clearly it must be something good to ward the entire village against the Gaunts, how else had Henry Potter been alerted so fast to Marvolo being there.

“Then why are you here?” Potter asked, “Go back to where you came from boy.” There were a few people watching now, what looked like half the wizarding community had come out, including to Marvolo’s great excitement, Bathilda Bagshot. Now this would be a grand fight and if he played his cards right, he would go down in a history book for there was a historian here to note everything down.

But first, he must weight up his opinions, his plan of attack. He needed to stall them. “Well, why I wanted to see the grave of Ignotus Peverell, of course, why else would I be in this charming cesspool?” Marvolo lied with a smile, no way Potter could deny their connection now. “You know him, he’s my great something uncle. Maybe you could give me a tour, cousin? Isn’t he your great, something grandfather. I will even return the favour by showing you the grave of dear Cadmus, my great something or another grandfather. He’s your great something uncle after all. It’s almost as if we are family!” Marvolo taunted, a song playfully in his words. He spoke in a voice that carried to the wizards watching, good, let them mutter and gossip.

Mr Potter looked infuriated now. Marvolo had no reason why, maybe he was over reacting to the cousin taunt? The Gaunts could lie and brush it off without loosing sleep, but the Potters? Being connected to the Gaunts? Oh scandal of the day.

Now Marvolo thought of it, he wanted everybody to know how related they were. “Come, Cousin!” Marvolo said, slapping Henry Potter’s arm - A dangerous move - and talking even louder, almost shouting now. “I want to pay my respects to dear Uncle Ignotus. I’ve heard so much about him.” Potter was growing more and more furious by the second. Marvolo grew more amused at his ever redding face. “You are not seeing that grave.” He said sternly. Ouch. Marvolo had touched a nerve, it made him grow even more excited. He was almost dancing on his feet, feeling the tension around him.

“Whatever your father is up to, if you don’t leave right now, he will regret sending you here. I would hate for the Gaunts to lose a son, but you are testing your limits somewhat terrible. You know you are not meant to be down here in the west, you were to stay in the north. Are you forgetting who you are talking too? My family is just as powerful and just as ancient as yours. Go home boy.” Marvolo blinked, then recovered in seconds. What was this about not being in the west? This was news to him. Nobody had ever told him not to come to the west, but he had never had a reason, he hated coming south, hated the smog of London. Come to think of it, his father never did come west… “I told you he didn’t send me. I am here myself, I wanted to look around this cosy little place, see dear Fleamount, as we were such good friends back at school, check out the Peverell graves, and-“ Marvolo paused mid taunt. In only seconds of him talking, Mr Potter had pulled out his wand and was holding it right into Marvolo’s neck. Was it something he said? The wand was so deep into his neck that it hurt.

“I told you to go home.” Potter said quietly. “You are not getting anywhere near that grave.” Marvolo quickly got into action himself, his natural instinct kicking in. If only Mori was here, she always warned him of people’s increased heart rates so he wouldn’t be taken by surprise. Marvolo drew his wand too. At the same time, all around him the wizards took out their wands. They were all pointed at him. This was it, the moment, now or never. He drew his own wand up to cast a nonverbal Crucio. He’d have Potter on his knees in seconds. However, it was not Potter who fell down.

Something hit the back of Marvolo and he fell down. He had been hit by a spell cast from behind him, but nobody was there. He was bleeding on his hands from where he had fallen. Then he felt it, his wand being torn from his hand as somebody cast a silent Expelliarmus. Who was casting those spells? He looked around fast but there was nobody behind him and the other wizards watching hadn’t moved.

Unseen by Marvolo, a second, young man from the Potter household had joined his father under a cloak of invisibility. Fleamount Potter, unseen by all, glanced down at Marvolo Gaunt, the one who once bullied him at school. “Nice trick.” Marvolo laughed, feeling his face burn in anger. “What spell was that? Was that a trip jinx? I love those spells, one of my favourite to use on the muggles you all love.” He swore, then got back to his feet slowly. “Is this a way to treat your cousin.” He said, his voice even, but he was shaken by the sudden hit he had taken. “You’re not getting a Christmas card this year.” Not that the Gaunts had ever sent the Potters anything in their mutual long existence.

“Go home, this is your last chance.” Potter said. Marvolo turned to find his wand and limped towards it, but it moved out of his reach as somebody moved it further away from him! Fine, then he would just use wandless magic to retrieve it. He held his hand out and summoned the wand to him, but his focus was broken before his wand even moved by a burning feeling in his fingers. He swore loudly and looked back at Henry Potter. “A stinging hex?” Marvolo asked, looking at the burn now on his bleeding palms. “You tell me to go home and yet you aren’t letting me get my wand.” Potter held out his hand and Marvolo’s wand flew into his hand. Oh the nerve of him! Then he handed Marvolo his wand back. Like Marvolo had been a naughty child being handed back a toy that was taken from him. He snatched it from Potter's hand. He would need to wash it now such filth had touched it.

“Take that as your warning and go home.” He said. “Sure.” Marvolo said. He turned around as if he were about to apparate, before quickly turning his wand back on Potter. “Hahaha, as if I were going to go home.” Marvolo laughed cheerfully, throwing a curse at Potter, which he deflected. It was then another spell hit him squarely in the back, winding him entirely and threw him down to his knees. Marvolo let out a moan of pain. “Who is doing that?” He roared, looking behind him. He got back up and as he did, threw a hex at Potter, who raised his wand to attack back. Marvolo threw himself out of the way as behind him, the war memoral exploded. "Ooooh muggle baiting!" Marvolo laughed, as some muggles still watching cried out in alarm. "They can send you to Azkaban for that, you know."

CRACK

Marvolo made to shield himself, but no spell had come from Potter’s wand.

“Now, let us all calm down and not do anything we’ll regret.” Came a voice behind Marvolo that he knew very well.

“Hello father” Marvolo said cheerfully, as if this was not a show down. His father would provide the perfect team up, they could take on all the wizards here with no problem. Whatever anger was on Henry Potter’s face before, it was nothing to the furious expression on his face now as Master Gaunt walked purposely towards Marvolo and Potter, passing inches from the invisible Fleamont, who side stepped to join his father, his wand aimed at Gaunt. He turned his wand from Marvolo and pointed it right at Gaunt.

“You should not be here.” Potter said, holding his wand directly at Gaunt’s heart. “Nor should your son. You know what has been agreed between our families for centuries now, you-“

“I am very well aware, Henry.” Gaunt interrupted cooly and totally unconcerned, or so he looked. “Have I ever paid visit to these parts? Have I ever seen you in my village? I believe it’s a no to both. How about you let this go, Potter?” Gaunt continued. “Foolish and extremely childish errors brought Marvolo here; it shouldn’t have happened and I assure you, it shan’t happen again.”

Potter glanced from Marvolo to Gaunt. Breaking the treaty and flaunting it, then trying to lay down the law? How typical of the Gaunts. However Henry Potter did not want a fight with the House of Gaunt. They may be at the extreme ends of the moral debate, and of light and darkness, but he was wiser and more patient than his very distant relatives. There were muggles around here, still watching, all their memories would need wiping.

In the corner of his eye, he could see the Abbot family looking at him for guidance. He would not risk them, nor any of the wizards gathered here. Godric’s Hallow was a place of peace, where wizards and muggles lived side by side. He would not risk a fight with two Gaunts who would think nothing of using the killing curse on every soul here, in broad daylight too. He also noticed the little bump around Gaunt’s neckline where that cursed snake of his was no doubly hiding in wait. Readying itself to jump out and strike. His son, Fleamont was nearby somewhere, likely just feet from the two Gaunts. He had to protect his son too.

“Fine.” Henry Potter said, happy to just get these two away from every innocent soul in this village. “But heed this, this is just a one off. If any of your kind come to this village again, they will regret it greatly. That’s a promise. If any from the House of Gaunt come here again, it will go very badly for you. No matter how many years pass, if they have your blood…” He let the threat hang in mid air. “Of course.” Gaunt said, as if this were a lovely talk between brothers. “Marvolo, go home.” Gaunt said, almost lazy, but Shiva in his collar could feel the pounding of his pulse, the smell of fear in his pores. She flickered her tongue to let her master know she was here and ready should he need her.

Marvolo hesitated, what was his father doing? This was their time to have a duel, to fight the Potters. They were not afraid to use Dark Magic, they could wipe out Godric’s Hollow right here, right now if they so wished. Yet his father was sending him home? “Father?” Marvolo asked unsure. “Home.” Gaunt said in a dangerous voice. “Now.” Marvolo, very confused and slightly downhearted disapparated home.

Now Gaunt and Potter were staring each other down. Henry Potter casually waved with his hand to let the Abbots know he didn’t need their help anymore and they got to work Obliterating the muggles who had witnessed magic. There were still a few wizards hanging around, but it seemed Potter and Gaunt were not coming to blows. “I have no business here. No need to stay.” Gaunt said to Potter. “No, I don’t think you do at all Gaunt.” Henry said quietly “But make it known to your boy. If he, or any of your family even think for a moment you are getting the cloak, you can keep dreaming. The thing isn’t even in the village right now, so you’re wasting your time being here.” “I doubt that’s true.” Gaunt said. “That was your boy casting spells at mine, wasn’t it? Yet I don’t see him anywhere.” There was a silence.

“Marvolo doesn’t know, he was not here for your cloak. He doesn’t know it even exists.” Gaunt said, anything to keep the peace with this lot. “He wanted to see the Peverell grave. The sign of the Hallows is on there. Don’t take me for a fool-“ “- He was just here for trouble. Anything to wind you up.” Gaunt answered. “My youngest son is getting the ring, only he knows about our inheritance and Ominis isn’t the type to trouble you.”

“I have no interest in your ring or which son takes it after you.” Potter said. Although the Potters didn't fully understand the ring, they agree in private that it was likely to be as dangerous as the wand, and should not fall into the wrong hands. It also surprised Henry to hear the Gaunts were actually being responsible or even reasonable for a change and not reckless. He didn’t know much about the youngest Gaunt boy, he had always kept a low profile and was quiet at Hogwarts. Another young Potter relative at school had already told them the youngest Gaunt was mostly isolated from other students and only had two close friends.

“So happy we could sort this out like gentleman.” Gaunt finished. “You’re no gentleman. You don’t know the meaning. See yourself out of here and don’t return.” Henry Potter said, slowly turning away, as if on que, the other wizards still gathered around lowered their wands. “Yet who lives in the bigger house?” Gaunt called back, as cocky as his son. “Nice cottage, did a Muggle make that?”

Potter chose to ignore that. Let Gaunt act the fool, they both knew how close this day had come to violence. At the end of the day, both men knew not to cross the other, something their children didn’t. “Big houses are nothing when they crumble and fall. I’ve always said big houses make cold homes. Not like my humble cottage that is filled with warmth.” Potter called back to Gaunt, the final dig. Gaunt just laughed, then disapparated.

Marvolo waited for his father at home, feeling utterly confused and slightly betrayed. Why hadn’t his father fought by his side? They may not have had numbers, but their magic alone was stronger. When his father apparated into the entrance, Marvolo moved towards him. “We could have taken them, right there-“ The rest of Marvolo’s sentence was cut off as Gaunt pointed his wand at him.

“Crucio” Marvolo screamed and the next thing he knew he was on the floor, twitching. He tried to get up to run, but he couldn’t move due to his own body shaking and thrashing. It felt worse than anything he had ever experienced. How could his father do this to HIM? This is what they do to Ominis, not him. The curse lifted as Marvolo gasped for air. “Why?” Marvolo cried, actual tears on his face. His father picked him up and slammed him into the wall, pushing his head back by his hair.

A house elf had just came from a side pantry and slowly backed back in, hoping not be to seen. A look of pure terror on its face as the causal violence happened all around it.

“What in Merlin’s name were you thinking? Are you trying to get us all killed? Listen to me now Marvolo. You don’t provoke the Potters, under any circumstances. Never! You don’t go to their area. Are you trying to damage this family and our power? There’s some things you can ever hope to understand. If you step foot in Godric’s Hollow again, you’re on your own. I will not come save you a second time and your own blood will be on your hands.”

Gaunt threw Marvolo away from him. Not for the first time, Gaunt had hated the fact that Marvolo was his son. He was unhinged yes, but dangerously stupid too.

“Well how was I to know?” Marvolo shouted, rubbing the tears away, feeling his body ache something terrible. “You never tell me anything.” “There’s a reason for that, Marvolo, look in the mirror.” Gaunt said in disgust, then walked away.

He was going to add more warding to the grounds around their home, just in case. He needed to add wards down in the village as quick as possible. If anybody stepped foot in Little Hangleton tonight, he would know. Master Gaunt had always kept a cool and sophisticated profile, but right now his eyes were wide as he dashed up the stairs. "Patrol the path from the hunting shack tonight." He told the house elf hiding in the pantry. Damn Marvolo. He was going to get them all killed if he didn't grow up soon.

He would never admit it, or say it out loud to anybody other than his wife who already knew, and to Ominis who was mature enough to understand, but the Potters were not equal to the Gaunts in power, they were more powerful. The Gaunts had money, influence and power. A very strong bloodline, but it meant nothing because the Potters had allies, an entire network of families who would back them up should the Potters ask them too. The Longbottoms, the Abbots, the Prewett, the Bones, the Weasleys and many, many more. All of Potter's friends hated the Gaunts.

The Gaunts had people who feared them. The two were not the same. It was only fear that made people do things for the Gaunts. Fear and blackmail, not loyalty to the family and that was all the difference. "Tell your sister to come over for a family dinner tonight, bring her husband. Invite Phineas too. I think company tonight would be a nice occasion" Master Gaunt said to his wife walking past her. "Marvolo won't be joining us. In fact, Marvolo doesn't want dinner at all tonight. He needs to lose some weight in that head of his." She understood at once. Tonight, they was safety in numbers.

There was a third thing Marvolo Gaunt was sure of now. As he slowly walked up the stairs after his father left him, his legs trembling, his stomach threatening to empty itself all over these beautiful steps, his muscles aching and throbbing after being tortured, it had hit him. The Potters had not overreacted to him taunting them about being related, what triggered them off was him saying he wanted to see the Peverell grave.

That was just a lie he told, a jest, just to wind them up over their shared origin, he never wanted to see the grave, he had zero interest in it, but their reaction told him quite a lot. They didn't want him anywhere near the grave of the Peverells, but why? What would he find at the grave?

Curiosity flooded his stomach, but the cold rage drowned it out. What was going on in his family that the Potter family also knew about? Mori was waiting for him at the top of the stairs, she had been watching the scene down below, he avoided looking at her as he went past, knowing she would follow him anyway.

Come to think about it. He had never seen any Potter in this area before, and his father had never taken him to the west country. They had been everywhere else. The Potters never were invited to the Gaunt's many lavish parties over the years and it wasn't just because of their fondness for dirty Muggles, was it? They seemed to know they were not welcome here. The time Marvolo had broken Fleamont so badly at school, Hogwarts had written to both families to inform them of what had happened, then his father had wrote to the Potters. At the time, Marvolo had wondered why. Hadn't his half a term suspension from school been enough?

He swore and kicked a random house elf as he walked passed it to vent his feelings.

What was going on here? Some sort of great secret his family knew about, some unknown agreement that seemed to span generations and he knew nothing of it? He knew nothing!

Yet Ominis? Oooh Ominis. He had been selected to learn something Marvolo had not. That’s likely why his father and Ominis had been spending so much time together. What had his father told Ominis that he hadn't told Marvolo?

His mind flooded with acid that ate away at him some more. He would be raging if he wasn't hurting so badly. That was it. That was all the confirmation he needed. He was not the special son after all. It was Ominis.

His disgusting weakling of a brother had somehow stolen his rightful place on the Gaunt throne.

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[honora-antares]

Headcanon that the Potter Family's legacy is not only the Invisibility Cloak but the very name in which it was gifted to, so in other words, their names! as in their middle names are the firsts of their fathers.

ex:

Harry James Potter

James Fleamont Potter

Fleamont Henry Potter

Henry Charles Potter (oc of mine)

All the way up to Iolanthe Preverell, who wanted to keep her Grandfather's name alive. That, no, his names would not be lost and regarded as just false legends. That he indeed met Death as a dear friend.

Thus, Ignotus Hardwin was born.

Sadly for her, her young descendant, Harry Potter, would be the last to carry out this legacy.

All because of the obsession her other descendant, how many times removed, had with immortality. Who, at the end of everything, perished by the betrayal of the very wand his own ancestor once wielded.

[poetryandbloods-blog]

The Peverell brothers were descendants of a secondary branch of Salazar Slytherin. All three were attractive, intelligent and influential. Seeing the limits set in magic as only something that could be broken. They were widely admired for their ingenuity and skill. But when it seemed that the Peverells were willing to go beyond what society considered moral, they began to be seen with different eyes.

The three traveled the world in search of a way to bend death, they found the Veil of Death, two portals that dated back to Ancient Egypt, when studying the Veil the relics emerged. It is not known to what extent the story of the relics is true (objects given by death itself) or whether they are the result of the creation of three narrow minds.

After the death of the brothers, one of the Veils of Death was taken to the British Ministry and the other to the French Ministry, even centuries later no other wizard was able to unravel the mystery of the Veil.

Cadmus and Ignotus left descendants, with time and the incessant search for relics, their descendants abandoned the Peverell surname.

[vampire207343]

Jaelyn Targaryen Balearys

What if …. Hyacinth Solis Potter (fem harry) the younger twin sister of the Girl Who Lived. Had died in the final battle after she had somehow collected all three deathly hallows.

Hyacinth Solis Potter the youngest daughter of the late lord James Potter and his wife Lillian "Lily" Potter had died at age of 17 years old by then she already took her ladyship over house Peverell who were Valyrian descent who escape the doom they had use a transportation spell that sent the to another world entire but they were a family of dragon lord. She managed to pack all the things the Prevell family own in a magical trunk. Since she doesn't trust the goblins right now especially when they are currently at war with the dark lord. She has always been a lot smarter than her older twin sister and when she had found the room of requirement during her second year she began studying all type of magic even those not taught in Hogwarts

anymore such as:

Blood magic

Battle magic

Elemental magic

Healing Magic

Sacred Magic

Illusion Magic

Warding magic

Mind Magic

And she only learn those for the first 4 years of her time in Hogwarts unlike her sister who didn't study anything unless she was force to by her bookworm friend Hermione Granger so she was more knowledgeable on magic than her own twin when their godfather Sirius Black was alive she spent her time in 12 Grimmauld Place learning pureblood etiquette & manner from books she could find in the library and she also been learning muggle combat such as:

capoeira

Aikido

Karate

Judo

Fencing

Kung Fu

Tai chi

Wing Chun

Silkaran

Kenjutsu

Kempo

Tricking (martial arts)

She is also the most knowledgeable in muggle combat between them both and she is also the only one out of the two of them how wanted to learn everything about their family line that she read all about their family history book left by their ancestry she had also learn the Valyrian magic that Prevells use which are mostly Elemental magic which was easy for her and being the Lady of house Peverell means their family magical belongs to her so when she had died protecting her friend Fred Weasley from an incoming stray spell he doesn't see coming. She had ended up meeting them and she had returned the invisible cloak to him which he had given to her Ancestor Ignotus Peverell who passed it on to his son after when he was ready to greet death like an old friend. Hyacinth Solis Potter was given the chance of rebirth and her parents were their convince her to take it since she had not lived her life to the fullest like they wanted her but she would be reborn in her family's original world along with all the history book of the Prevells so accept and saying goodbye to her first parents before going to new life to be reborn her memories would return when she turn 5 years old.

Hyacinth Solis Potter is reborn as Jaelyn Targaryen the younger twin sister of Daemon Targaryen and unlike his share cradle dragon egg which had turn into stone but Jaelyn's egg had hatch into a golden she dragon when she was a year old she had named Tyraxes. Jaelyn had never allowed her dragon to be chained at all so her power had never been stunted by the chains like other dragons that even growth and strength had stunt. And being the only daughter of Prince Baelon, the daughter he always desired since he was young. and she was given a sworn knight to protect the only daughter even if she does have her dragon to protect her nevertheless Bealon still got her Edric Storm to protect his beloved daughter.

Her mother Princess Alyssa Targaryen died of childbirth and the son she had given birth to didn't survive the cradle. Which was devastating Bealon at the loss of his beloved wife but he is still there for his children especially his little daughter. He vowed to never remarry after his beloved wife Alyssa had died.

Jaelyn had dream that if her older brother Viserys claim Belarion he would not last so she had unclained Belarion from his chain and told to go to Valyrian for that is the only way she could think to prevent Viserys from claiming Belarion and leading to his death. No one knows that she was the one who helped Belarion escape his chain; everyone believes that Belarion escaped on his own.

Her grandsire King Jaeherys Targaryen believes that Belarion died soon after he escaped the Dragon pit since no one knows where he had disappeared off too.

8 years later…

Princess Jaelyn Targaryen'a dragon Tyraxes has grown to match Belarion's size already; even her strength matches that of Belarion that no dragon older than Tyraxes can match him in strength, not even Meleys. Jaelyn was supposed to be betrothed with her older brother Viserys but he fell in love with their cousin Lady Aemma Arryn the only daughter of Princess Della Targaryen. The two already bedded each other that the King & Queen were force betrothed them together ever since then Princess Jaelyn Targaryen had been traveling around with her sworn knight Edric Storm for while she may not have been in love with her with Viserys but she was willing to do her duty and marry but he betrayed her while they were still betrothed that which had anger Jaelyn that she wanted to avoid them both at all cost so she decided to to travel alongside her dragon and her loyal knight with her but not before she watch her brother married Aemma. After the wedding she left which her Father had understood.

Aemma Arryn soon got pregnant with Viserys first child but unfortunately the boy did not survive which devastated the two and they tried have another child this one had the same fate didn't survive the cradle as the first son Duncan and this little girl Daenora also didn't survive the cradle that Aemma began to think her marriage with Viserys is cursed for every child she lost in the cradle.

7 years pass since Princess Jaelyn Targaryen had left Weesteero to travel around alongside her most loyal knight when end up meeting another surviving dragon lord and the last line of the Belaerys his name is Jacaerys Belaerys who also had a dragon when the king heard of that and his granddaughter Jaelyn wish to marry him the king had give his blessing beside he doesn't want another family to have dragon so if his favorite granddaughter were to marry another who come another dragonlord family to do so then so be it beside Jaelyn is now 19 name day it was high time she get married anyways. The two of them had married in the Valyrian tradition in Yi Ti where all the Targaryen family had attended, especially her own father and twin brother. But Viserys stayed with his wife who once again is pregnant and this time she is bedridden she had never allow her body to heal before she get pregnant again and it doesn't help anything that she trust maester unlike Bealon, Daemon who lost their trust on them that they don't allow anyone of them anywhere near them.

It wasn't long after Princess Jaelyn Targaryen & Jacaerys Belaerys were married that she soon fell pregnant that Jaelyn had surrounded herself with trusted healers from Yi Ti & Essos she was in dragon stone by the time she give birth to her first child her father Prince Bealon and her twin brother Prince Daemon were beside while he gave birth to her first child which was a boy she had named Jaelon Targaryen Belaerys they had thought it was over but they were mistaken another boy was born and this one was named Rhaegar and for sure they thought it was over their was one last baby coming but this one was a girl she was name Daenerys Targary Belaerys named after the Aunt she never meet. Prince Bealon and King Jaeherys were shocked that Jaelyn had given birth two healthy sons and one healthy daughter and she survived the birth that was all that matters to them.

Of course Prince Viserys and his wife Princess Aemma Arryn weren't aware that Princess Jaelyn now have two healthy sons and daughter while the two of them have yet to have a living won or a daughter for that matter that Aemma truly believe that her marriage to her husband is truly curse for stealing him from his own betroth when they were to married. She had lost so many children but she had yet to give her husband a living child.

5 years later…

Princess Jaelyn Targaryen Belaerys who is 25 years old now living. And all three of her children are all 5 years old now when Princess Aemma had finally gave her husband a living child but not the son he wanted she gave him a daughter they named Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen by that time crown Prince Aemon had died in Tarth that after his death the King had named Prince Baelon the heir instead of Rhaenys 2ho had married outside the family if she had married Viserys she might had the chance of becoming the heir. But instead she had chosen a Velaryon and the most ambitious man at that so it was no surprise that their grandsire chose not to make her heir and chose her father instead.

And during that time Rhaenyra was born princess Jaelyn had given her husband another son she had given the name Jalarr Targaryen Belaerys. By then Rhaegar and Jaelon Targaryen Belaerys hatch their own dragon but Belarion had return from Valyrian and was claimed by Daenerys Targaryen Belaerys to the shock of her grandsire and great grandsire who thought Belarion had already died but here they are watching Daenerys claim him as her dragon they thought he would have been claimed by Viserys but they suppose he left when he was to claimed which was be an omen that he was not to be the future King less their dynasty end. Even if he was the first male born, there is still Daemon and Jaelyn. And Jaelyn already has 3 sons of her own while Daemon still refuses to marry if he seems a lot closer to Daenerys it is possible that he wishes to make her his wife when she's old enough you never know only time will tell if Daenerys do marry Daemon.

10 years later…

Prince Viserys Targaryen is now 40 years old and he still had yet to have a son while his sister who happen to be his original betrothed already gaved her husband Jacaerys Belaerys 3 sons Prince Rhaegar and Jaelon Targaryen Belaerys who are both 15 years old and Prince Jalarr Targaryen Belaerys who are 10 years old and then she also has a 15 years old daughter Princess Daenerys Targaryen Belaerys and King Jaeherys Targaryen had recently died and Prince Baelon Targaryen is named King but unlike how Viserys thought he would be his father's heir he was not Bealon had named his beautiful daughter Princess Jaelyn Targaryen Belaerys heir of the Iron Throne and Princess of Dragonstone which Daemon support his twin as the heir to the throne the two had always been closer than they ever were with Viserys so it was no surprise that they support each other the other lords had no problem with it since Princess Jaelyn already have 3 trueborn sons and a daughter capable of being heir to the iron throne.

5 years later…

Daemon Targaryen is betrothed to Princess Daenerys Targaryen Belaerys who is now 20 years old. King Bealon Targaryen is now 67 years old and he had died in his sleep after 5 years of his reign his heir Princess Jaelyn Targaryen Belaerys is Queen of the Iron Throne the first Queen of Weesteero and people wouldn't say anything especially when Belarion one of the conqueror dragon is on his side along with Vhagar who is claim by the 15 years old Prince Jalarr Targaryen Belaerys so they don't dare say anything about wanting Prince Viserys being king since the Prince had never claim or hatch a dragon of his own like both his sibling and now that Jaelyn is queen her cousin is not even allowed to to own a dragon along with her children. Which is something her grandsire would approve of, not even Prince Viserys daughter is allowed to claim a dragon unless she married back into house Targaryen.

Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen who is in love with Daemon Targaryen but unfortunately for her he doesn't even notice especially when he already has his beloved Daenerys

Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen who is in love with Daemon Targaryen but unfortunately for her he doesn't even notice especially when he already has his beloved Daenerys. To Rhaenyra great jealous that her cousin Daenerys Targaryen Belaerys have everything she had always wanted her parents love especially her father while her own so set of his mother giving him a son that she spent her life bedridden and she would also be the future Queen as her mother's heir if her father had become king like he was supposed to when her grandsire was still alive but he had chosen her Aunt as his heir instead of her father. And she also recently married their Kepus, the one she had wanted to marry but he had never noticed her, not even when she was still a child the only one he had noticed was Daenerys. She has always to have Daenerys' life and if she has to be a kinslayer to do so then so be it. But unknown to Rhaenyra Targaryen that her fate was sealed the moment she had thought to commit the greatest crime under the eyes of the gods kinslayer but for now Rhaenyra plots her cousin's demise in order to have everything she has including the Iron Throne.

5 years later…

Princess Daenerys and Prince Daemon Targaryen have 3 sons together and in just 5 years of their marriage their name are Prince Lucerys the oldest child of Princess Daenerys and Prince Daemon Targaryen he also happen to be the heir of the heir and then there's his younger twin brother Prince Aegon II Targaryen who was named by his grandmother as the Prince Summerhall and he is already betrothed to Princess Arianna Martell at just five years old of age and then there's their youngest son Prince Daeron Targaryen who is only 3 years of age. All three of her children were born in Dragonstone. By then Queen Jaelyn Targaryen Belaerys had already passed her crown to her own daughter and her husband King Jacaerys Belaerys had died of sickness soon after Daenerys was crowned. When she was 22 years old 3 years ago Jaelyn was devastated at the death of her husband but she had to keep moving forward with her life that after her Daughter was crown queen of the seven Kingdom the former Queen Jaelyn had moved to Summerhall. To live out her days with her dragon. But in order for the crown to run out of Gold dragon currency for the throne, Jaelyn had to ask her own dragon Tyraxes to create gold in order to make it gold dragon currency before leaving with her dragon in Summerhall.

when Rahenyra was 20 years old she had killed the oldest child of Daenerys & Daemon Targaryen followed by his own twin Aegon which had devastated the young 25 years old Daenerys Targaryen Belaerys and with her sons death war ignited between Rhaenyra and Daenerys. Rhaenyra had also decided to claim a dragon without the permission of the Ruling family, breaking another rule that caused the war. The war end up diving the realm and Daenerys and Rhaenyra both died during the war and Belarion had left westeros soon after join Jaelyn to Summerhall who Belarion grew to adore and he had even gotten close to Tyraxes since his return from Valyrian which had brought him to his prime unlike Vhagar who can barely move anymore maybe if she had returned to Valyria as Belarion had she would had been brought to her prime as well but he hadn't he fell during the war after Daenerys & Daemon died during the war and Rhaenyra's line had taken the throne but the two remaining sons of Queen Jaelyn had taken dragonstone and taken them self protecting the dragons from the rest of the world while Rhaenyra line are unable to claim a dragon of their own for they aren't unable to hatch the dragon egg that had remain in the dragon pit until they had all died out and Jaelon & Rhaegar Targaryen Belaerys refuse to allow them claimed any dragon from dragonstone especially when their mother taken the crown by force from their sister and the murder of their two nephews Prince Lucerys & Aegon II. And Daeron Targaryen-Belaerys had become engaged to Princess Arianna Martell after the death of Aegon. Their line continued on during the century, eventually Prince Jaelon & Rhaegar Targaryen Belaerys and Prince Daeron Targaryens line had continued and they already had passed away.

Queen Jaelyn Targaryen Belaerys had prevent all the death of all dragons that after her children has pass on and she still lived Belarion had award with immortality along with any future child and husband she may have in the future so that she never lose any of her family again and even allowed to leave the dimension of her birth as a reward she may take both Belarion & Tyraxes with her which has accept. Jaelyn Targaryen Belaerys who had become frail and weak was restored to her prime once again young and strong she once was.

Jaelyn had ended up in a dimension so similar to her original world before she had been reborn. She had ended up 500 years before the year of her birth; she arrived in the year of September June 21, 1524 that was during the rule of the Tudor family. A year after she arrived she found herself in London. She stayed hidden from everyone for the time being and she had her dragon Tyraxes to create gold so that she had money and with that money she bought herself a large Island located near the British Isle. Where she had created a dragon pit as well a force field around the Island where no one could find her.

Ikaris had left Sersi after he had divorce her since he felt that their relationship had not gone anywhere for the last 500 years that he seek to divorce her while he didn't wanted to hurt Sersi but he no longer lover like he once did at the beginning of their relationship so there was no point for them to stay being married to one another. And after their divorce was official he left the other Eternal and got away from Sersi for he had no doubt she didn't want to see the man who left her and he wanted to do new things than the life he kept repeating day by day he had grown tired of that life. Besides before he left Sersi the two of them had grown apart in the last few decades so he really didn't feel anything when he left her. It had been a hundred years since he had divorce his now ex-wife and his life kept moving forward and he had also lost contact with Ajak after she sent him to protect a human boy who was Destin to died that boy had long died while he had protected that he survived long enough to have a family of his own. And now he was living somewhere in London for a couple years. Now he was planning to leave when he met the most beautiful human woman he had ever met, even more beautiful than his own ex-wife Sersi. The two of them become friends and a year after knowing one another the two fell in love with each other. Ikaris never thought he would ever fall in love again especially not with a human but he did and he have no regrets she was the one who filled the void around his heart that serci use to fill when they were together & happy but whatever feeling he had with his ex-wife was nothing compared to the feeling he get when he is with Jaelyn. Every minute and every a hour Ikaris is with his beloved Jaelyn the more he fall in love with her that he made a promise to himself that he would never knowingly or unknowingly ever hurt her and the he would go against anyone who dare to harm her even going against his fellow Eternal to do so then so be it if that was the only way he could protect her then so be it.

The beginning of her relationship with Ikaris she told him the truth about herself since she doesn't want to build a relationship built on lies; he even met Belarion & Tyraxes. He had even found she was once married years ago but he died of unknown sickness from her world before she had ended up in this dimension as a reward from the 14 Flames of Valyria when she had prevented the fall of Dragons and she had. 3 sons by the name of Prince Rhaegar, Prince Jaelon and Prince Jaelarr Targaryen Belaerys along with one daughter Princess Daenerys all of them are now dead but their line continue on before the gods had restore her to her prime along with giving her immortality and sending her to this world at first Ikaris has been shock but never less he had accepted her.

Ikaris had known that his beloved Jaelyn was no normal mortal and he was right on that belief and he was proven correct when she had told him of her past so he told her about his that like her he was once married for about 1,000 years but 500 years of that they had drift apart from one another and no longer act like a couple even when they married eventually he had grown tired of pretending that they still love one another that he eventually had ask divorce but unlike Jaelyn & her first husband they had never had children in those 1,000 years together. Telling each other the truth of their past had gotten closer to one another that Ikaris unexpectedly bonded with Belarion to the shock of Jaelyn but nevertheless she had accepted it after all she never thought that Belarion would ever accept another rider after Daenerys death. After Ikaris bonded Belarion he now seemed to hold the same Targaryen traits that she and her children had all possessed and Ikaris had become unburn and he had unknowingly turned to Flesh and Blood which he originally wasn't, not that he knows that of course. In order for Ikaris to communicate with Belarion Jaelyn taught Ikaris how to speak high Valyrian. By then both Belarion & Tyraxes has reach the maximum size they could that they are now able to change the size whenever they wanted even the size of hatchling which to Jaelyn shock the reason it had taken this long to discover this is most likely because if the chain if they hadn't chained it was possible they would had already know this but they hadn't. So both Belarion & Tyraxes are always with Ikaris and herself nowadays and when they do go out the two dragons hide in their clothing as hatchlings.

10 years later…

Ikaris & herself have been together for 10 years now and the two recently married in England's church to official and in front of the eyes of the 14 Flames if Valyria who to this day still watch over the last daughter of the Dragon in this dimension and continue to protect her the two got a Valyrian wedding as well witness by their dragon along with the gods who Ikrasi now believed in and after the wedding whatever connection that allow Arishem order him around no longer exist especially when he had bonded with Belarion it was slowly being destroyed so after 10 years it is finally gone Arishem no longer had control over him but the powers it was bestowed upon him had gotten stronger even his cosmic energy had gotten stronger. That Jaelyn had to help him train so that he doesn't lose control of his ability that has been amplified after his wedding.

Shortly after they were married Ikaris had found out that his beloved wife Jaelyn is now pregnant to his greatest joy so the two found a loyal healer to oversee her whole pregnancy for Ikaris us not willing to put his new wife life on line because they were careful and give Jaelyn the proper nutrition a pregnant woman needed and care for.

On July 22,1535

Jaelyn had given birth to Ikaris first child a daughter the two of them named her Alyssa Targaryen the first child of Ikaris who is very much loved by her parents the moment she was born. By that time Ikaris finally remember all his past life everytime Arishem reforged him that he and everyone doesn't remember anything of that life this is the only life he lived that he had ever been married in fact not even on his last one he had never marries Sersi in that one the two hadn't even gotten long well in fact the one he was closet the most in every life is Druig who he has always protect in every life including this one before he left the others with his past life return so had his experience and powers that had been taken from him. While Druig isn't as strong as he was in their last life where he was able to mind control a celestial to go back to sleep which Arishem wasn't happy about that one bit that he had removed the bulk of his power when Arishem was reforging him and Ikaris also lost his position as the prime Eternal of the group that when they were reforge Ajak become the prime Eternal.

In the last 10 years since they had met Ikaris had taken Jaelyn traveling around the world, especially the place he had already been. Until the day she fell pregnant when the two had returned home to the Island is very hidden from all, especially mortals and Deviants not even his fellow Eternal can find it unless Ikaris himself show the way. But for the time being until Alyssa is old enough to travel they would stay in the Island where Jaelyn had finally finished the Spaceship which they could use if they ever wanted to travel space one day the ship was designed similar to the Domo.

5 years later…

Alyssa is now 5 years old when they began traveling with their daughter every summer so that their daughter does feel she has no home just because they like to travel but never that was what they did. Ikaris gave their daughter everything she ever wanted in life she treated like a princess like she would be if they all lived in her mother's second life's home where lived as a princess she had also hatch a dragon from the cradle like Jaelyn had done when she was an infant it was one of the newest clutch of Belarion & Tyraxes that had hatch that lived on the dragon mount living their life they are also given sharks,whale or sheep for food that allow them to grow in strength and size.

It had been 100's of years since Ikaris left them after he had divorce his former wife Sersi who he had never like one bite not that anyone had like me to begin with since I am the weakest of us they think they could order me around now that Ikaris isn't here to protect me anymore from them that eventually I had enough and left like Ikaris did and gave them no backwards glance I was finally free and Ajak wouldn't be their to nag him for making a mistake or being judged by sprite. I have been traveling the world ever since I left for the moment I'm in Australia.

16 years later…

On September 7,1556

Druig is reunited with Ikaris in Germany he had even met his human wife who isn't a normal mortal in fact she has magic and dragons that she can command she seem to be as strong as Ikaris himself the same could be said for their 21 years old daughter Alyssa Targaryen. He started living with them; he even got along with Jaelyn and their daughter Alyssa. He become friend with Alyssa who had stop aging a year back she is now truly immortal like both her parents and like her future husband would as well so she wouldn't really lose anyone unless she befriend some mortals which her father rarely allow to happen at all since he is quite protective of her and her mother never wanted them to get hurt in any way.

Ikaris on the other hand never expected for his beloved daughter Alyssa would ever fall in love with Druig or meet him for that matter but since he makes her happy he will allow it even if he doesn't want to but all he ever wanted was for his girls to be happy and if Alyssa wants to be with Druig then so be it. The other reason he had relented was because Druig somehow bonded with a dragon like he did with Belarion and after 4 years of being bonded with his dragon Arrax his past memories of all his lives had returned sooner than Ikaris but they had returned along with all his powers he lost along with the experience he lived through all those life he lived he regain all the powers he lost along with he was reform Arishem and all his powers had been amplified that he had to retrain them to get back all the control he original had in their last life and with his memories back he was shock that in this life that Ikaris was ever married Sersi since in their last life he hated her which he had found Ironic.

Another 4 years before Druig had full control of his abilities again by that time Alyssa has been 28 years old by then when the two of them had gotten married in the Valyrian way like her parents which Druig don't mind at all.

430 years later….

On November 12, 1994

Ikaris & Jaelyn along with both

Alyssa & Druig had all been traveling space for about 200 years now in fact they visit many planets already they had even in asgard once or twice and during those travel both Ikaris & Jaelyn had adopted a Flerkin of their own to take care off as well of being off raider of their Fellow Eternal since they want nothing to do with the new the Emergence that would soon to come with the birth of a new Celestial the two of them refuse to end back in the World's forge where Arishem would force them to forget their life once more so when the emergence come they want nowhere to be on earth when that happen.

The other Eternal has gone their separate ways after both Ikaris & Druig left them going after their dreams with the permission of Ajak but she still kept track of each of them but none of them no the where about of both Ikaris or Druig not even Sersi who was dead set that Ikaris would return she kept waiting for ways to no end but he never came back to her like she hope for she still lived Ikaris when he left her but he no longer feel the same way she dosewith him that lead to Ikaris leaving her and a 100 years after Ikaris left so have Druig who had enough them not treating him right that he had walk out of the door with no backwards glance and no regret and like with Ikaris he never returned as well.

Ikaris & Druig both knows that they are not synthetic beings anymore since the two had married and bonded with their dragon the only reason they had known that they were synthetic 1beging was the memories that Arishem put in their mind that made them believed that they ever lived in planet Olympia when in truth all Eternal were all born in the world forge the only reason they even know this was the memories of their past live. They doubt that their Fellow Eternal even know that their synthetic beings created by Arishem in order to protect the seedling of a Celestial that lives deep in the core of Earth and in order to be born the lives of everyone on Earth including theirs would be fed to the Celestial in order for Tiamut to be born. Which he Ikaris doubt the other were all willing to sacrifice all human lives including theirs in order for Tiamut to be Let's hope that they are stupid do something to ager Arishem when he still have very control of them that he could pass judgment to them should they interfere like they all did in their last life in Druig forced the Celestial emerging to sleep which Arishem was furious about that he had remade them all and less their cosmic power mostly Druig and himself were the one who paid the price which they would do all over again in order to meet their beloved then they would the only thing Ikaris would have change if they somehow end up back in the past was marrying Sersi which he could without.

18 years later…..

The other Eternal on earth meet each other after 500 years of going their separate ways after both Ikaris & Druig left them all those years by then Sersi finally starts moving on from Ikaris who was her husband she loved since the moment they first met. And Ajak had called all of them to have a family reunion they even tried to find both Ikaris & Druig but they never found them the rest of the Eternal had rebel and sacrifice a Celestial in on order to protect the humans that lived on Earth which Arishem was not happy that Ajak had allow a celestial to sacrifice in order for humans to lived. They were all taken into custody by Arishem in the world forge by then they had found out they had never lived and born on Olympia like they originally thought they were all created and programmed into their mind in the world forge along with taking their past memories from them. Sprite is the only one of them who weren't taken to the world forge since she was turn human when they had stop the emergence from happening with the leftover cosmic energy Ajak had gather along sider Sersi they had managed to saved Earth but they had doom their fate to Arishem.

Sprite had somehow managed to find both Ikaris & Druig where she had ask for their help save their Fellow Eternal from Arishem for old time sake both Ikaris & Druig saved their former family from the World forge from Arishem where Lyra the Flerkin had eaten Arishem but they took them back to Earth that is where the rest of their Fellow in Eternal meet their new family including Sersi who meet Ikaris new wife who he loves more than he had ever loved her when they were married he wasn't the only one married Druig had married Ikaris's only child Alyssa they been together for almost 400 years

[coffeefrenchandhistory]

The Veil of Death

So @artemisia-black​ asked me to write up a meta commentary, and I’m absolutely going to do so. 

The Veil of Death in the Ministry for Magic. A giant stone archway in the Death Chamber of the Department of Mysteries. When Harry and co. arrive to rescue Sirius from the Death Eaters, they encounter it. 

But more importantly, this stone archway had whispers emanate from it. Hermione couldn’t hear it. Harry could, whispering that he couldn’t quite make out, and Luna could as well. Luna says “there are people in there!” It’s curious that it’s Harry and Luna who hear the whispering — two individuals who had seen and understood death. Harry, who saw Cedric be murdered; and Luna, who saw her mother die. 

In the book, Harry "had the strangest feeling that there was someone standing right behind the veil on the other side of the archway... all that could be seen was the other side of the tattered black veil." (OoTP, Ch. 34). Harry’s instincts and deduction skills are usually very good. Look at his deduction in Chamber of Secrets when he works out how the students had gotten petrified. If he thinks there’s someone right behind the veil, there probably is. 

But where does the Archway come from? It’s said to predate the Ministry, that they built the Department of Mysteries around the Veil of Death. How could that be? Where would the Veil come from? 

Because it’s not just a veil. 

It’s a bridge. The bridge. 

In the story of the Three Brothers — Antioch, Cadmus, and Ignotus — the three of them were: 

“travelling along a lonely, winding road at twilight. 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 it was Death. He was angry that he had been cheated out of three new victims, for travelers usually drowned in the river.” (The Tale of the Three Brothers)

Death was furious at the brothers and pretended to congratulate them. So why would he give them gifts, angry and frustrated as he was, and not ask for anything in return? 

I think he did. But first he gave them gifts that were from the river. The river that separated life from death. 

To Antioch, Death “crossed to an Elder Tree on the banks of the river” for the man who wanted an unbeatable wand. Elder trees in Celtic mythology, after all, symbolized regeneration; the end and the beginning. To Cadmus, he “picked up a stone from the riverbank” for the man who wanted to bring back those who died. A stone which had touched the waters that always killed. And for Ignotus, who wanted to be crafty and slip away from Death... he received a cloak. 

Something fluid and silvery gray went slithering to the floor where it lay in gleaming folds. Ron gasped. 

“I’ve heard of those,” he said in a hushed voice, dropping the box of Every Flavor Beans he’d gotten from Hermione. “If that’s what I think it is -- they’re really rare, and really valuable.” 

“What is it?” 

Harry picked up the shining, silvery cloth off the floor. It was strange to the touch, like water woven into the material.” (Philosopher’s Stone, Ch. 12)

The water of the river, which always killed the traveler, woven into the cloak. And that brings me back to the cloak and the veil. Death was angry at the brothers. They had cheated him of his due. The river always killed the traveler — and the brothers had cheated him. And Death is not the kind of entity who would let these three get the better of him: the braggart with the unbeatable wand, the obsessive who craved his loved ones beyond the veil, and the brother who wanted to hide away. 

So Death gave the brothers their gifts, their prize, in exchange for something. 

Antioch was killed by his own bravado. Cadmus died for his obsession. But Ignotus? How do you catch a man who can hide invisibly? 

You lure him, of course. You get him to cross a bridge. 

Death gave the brothers their gifts, yes, but he took something in return. The bridge that forded the chasm between life and death. The bridge the brothers had created out of stone. Death created an archway and placed as a veil the remains of the cloak he wore as a curtain. 

He would tempt them. Luna and Harry, after all, and seen and comprehended death. Luna saw her mother die. Harry saw Cedric murdered. They saw and understood death. And when they were near the veil, they heard the whispers of their loved ones. “There are people in there!” said Luna. 

Death would give the brothers Peverell a gift, yes — but he would never again be cheated his due. He would ensure he would never be cheated again. He would lure them to the bridge, to ensure he would never have to hunt for who he wanted for years. 

The bridge would lead always and forever lead to Death…

[hptheboywholived]

12 July 1214 Ignotus Peverell, the original owner of the Cloak of Invisibility, is born.

[cecenyss]

Maybe the reason witches and wizards from Harry Potter grow up to be so strange is because one of their children’s books growing up has two of the main three characters dying because of their own hubris and also because Death is a whiny little bitch who threw a hissy fit because three wizards crossed a river

[hp-brainrot]

I spent the past hour trying to make heads or tails of the Potter-Peverell-Gaunt family tree and when they lived/died with only a few individuals as reference. I am proud of how it turned out on family echo though. I'm not sure how it'll help in my main books and hm era fics but whatever....

[disneysooner]

“The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.” - Mark Twain

I haven’t seen Puss in Boots: The Last Wish yet, but of all the things I’ve seen and heard about Death Wolf, he reminds me a lot of Death from the Tale of the Three Brothers in the Harry Potter franchise. While, yes, death can be scary, and sometimes comes when you least expect it, we one day have to accept that fate. These two were just doing their job of bringing those who were on the brink to their end; I don’t see them as villainous for that (even if both look the villainous part).

For example, both of them ended up making a deal with a living being that when they have lived their lives to the fullest and are ready, they would return for them.

For Death Wolf, Puss had evaded death for so long due to his nine lives. He decides to let Puss live and enjoy his last life, and acknowledged he would return. Puss knew this, and accepted that.

For Death in HP, the third brother did evade Death due to the Cloak of Invisibility. But when his time came, he greeted Death as an old friend and accepted his fate.

[dreamywander]

❗AI-art❗HP - Ignotus Peverell👻

«Fate is nothing but the deeds committed in a prior state of existence» ©Ralph Waldo Emerson

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[longdeadwizard]

Ignotus, trying to sneak out to see Death: *silently begging for no one to be awake* Cadmus, leaning on the counter with a cup of tea: Hello, brother. Ignotus, jumping a foot in the air from fright: *Fearful screech*

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[hollowed-theory-hall]

Do you think the Potters had an ancestral house? I don’t think they’re the kind to have a manor, but I imagine them with a big house. I feel like the Godric’s Hollow cottage is a secondary house that was gifted to James and Lily.

I feel so too, especially becouse the Potters are a pretty old wizarding family who we know are quite rich by the 1990s.

I mean, considering Ignotus Peverell is buried in Godric's Hallow, and that his descendant Iolanthe married Hardwin Potter at Godric's Hallow, and that Jamee and Lily still lived there and died there... it feels like they have an ancestral home there by definition (even if it was just the cottage, though I don't think that's the case). Like, the Potters go way back, they are as old as the Malfoys as a magical family in the UK (the names Potter & Peverell are post Norman conquest):

The wizarding family of Potters descends from the twelfth-century wizard Linfred of Stinchcombe, a locally well-beloved and eccentric man, whose nickname, ‘the Potterer’, became corrupted in time to ‘Potter’. Linfred was a vague and absent-minded fellow whose Muggle neighbours often called upon his medicinal services. None of them realised that Linfred’s wonderful cures for pox and ague were magical; they all thought him a harmless and lovable old chap, pottering about in his garden with all his funny plants. His reputation as a well-meaning eccentric served Linfred well, for behind closed doors he was able to continue the series of experiments that laid the foundation of the Potter family’s fortune. Historians credit Linfred as the originator of a number of remedies that evolved into potions still used to this day, including Skele-gro and Pepperup Potion. His sales of such cures to fellow witches and wizards enabled him to leave a significant pile of gold to each of his seven children upon his death.

(From Pottermore)

And also:

 It was Fleamont who took the family gold and quadrupled it, by creating magical Sleekeazy’s Hair Potion

(From Pottermore)

Implying they were rich before, he just made them insanely rich, like a whole different level of rich.

Also, from the Black family tree, we know Fleamont Potter (James' dad) had either a brother or a cousin named Charlus who married Dorea Black. So, until recently there were many more Potters around and it's unlikely they all lived in that one cottage, especially as I mentioned in the above quotes they had money and a Wizengamot position even before Felamont's potions business. Since the 12th century, the Potters had "a significant pile of gold" to give each of his children (who I bet are almost all of buried at Godric's Hallow).

Henry Potter, whom Harry's named after was a Wizengamot member before Fleamont fortune, again, hinting the Potters were important and at least very well off even before recent history:

Occasionally, a Potter made it all the way to London, and a member of the family has twice sat on the Wizengamot: Ralston Potter, who was a member from 1612-1652, and who was a great supporter of the Statute of Secrecy (as opposed to declaring war on the Muggles, as more militant members wished to do) and Henry Potter (Harry to his intimates), who was a direct descendant of Hardwin and Iolanthe, and served on the Wizengamot from 1913-1921. Henry caused a minor stir when he publicly condemned then Minister for Magic, Archer Evermonde, who had forbidden the magical community to help Muggles waging the First World War. His outspokenness on the behalf of the Muggle community was also a strong contributing factor in the family’s exclusion from the ‘Sacred Twenty-Eight’.

(From Pottermore)

So, I think they have an ancestral home somewhare around Godric's Hallow. I also think if Harry and Hermione kept walking the village graveyard, they would've found more Potters. Maybe a Potter family mausoleum even that James and Lily weren't buried in because there was no Potter who could open it since Harry was a baby.

I'd like to imagine Harry finds this ancestral home at some point because I'm sure Fleamont, Ephumia, and Henry Potter have portraits lying around there somewhere, you know? Maybe even Iolanthe Peverell has a portrait there. I think it could be fun, and that's why I chose to believe it. It's consistent with canon and makes for fun writing possibilities.

I mean, a considerably important and well-off wizarding family since the 12th century likely, at least at some point, owned more houses than just that cottage. I mean, Linfred would've liked a larger house with his seven kids if he could afford it, and he clearly could.

So, I say, yes, I think the Potters have an ancestral home somewhere around Godric's Hallow and that the Potter cottage was just another, smaller, house the family had.