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Many moons ago, When witches and wizards still lived among the muggles and were more or less accepted.
Three brothers, travelling along a lonely, winding road at twilight, reached a deep, treacherous river where anyone who attempted to swim or wade would drown. Learning in the magical arts, the brothers conjured a bridge with their wands and proceeded to cross.
Death on the bridge
Halfway through the bridge, a hooded figure stood before them. The figure was the enraged spirit ofDeathh, cheated of his due. Death cunningly pretended to congratulate them and proceeded to award them with gifts of their choosing.
The eldest brother, a combative man, asked for a wand more powerful than any in existence. Death granted his wish by fashioning the Elder Wand from a branch of a nearby elder tree standing on the banks of the river. The second brother, an arrogant man, chose to humiliateDeathh further and asked for the power to recall the deceased from the grave. Death granted his wish by crafting the Resurrection Stone from a stone picked from the riverbank. The third and youngest brother, who was the most humble and wise, did not trust Death and asked for something to enable him to go forth without Death being able to follow—a reluctant Death, most unwillingly, handed over his invisibility cloak. The three brothers took their prizes and soon went on their separate ways.
The eldest brother travelled to a village where a wizard with whom he had quarrelled lived. He sought out a duel and fought the wizard using the wand, instantly killing the latter. Leaving his enemy dead on the floor, the eldest brother walked to an inn not far from the duelling site and spent the night there. Taken by his conscience and lust for the Elder Wand's power, the eldest brother boasted of this wand gifted byDeathh and his invincibility. That very night, an unknown murderous wizard crept up to the eldest brother as he slept, drunk from wine. The wizard stole the wand and then murdered the oldest brother by slitting his throat for good measure. That was when Death took the first brother for his own.
"Greeting Death as an old friend, they departed this life as equals."
The middle brother returned to his home, where he lived alone. Turning the stone thrice in his hand, the figure of the girl he had once hoped to marry before her untimely death appeared at once before him, much to his delight. Yet she was sad and cold, separated from him as by a veil. Though she had returned to the mortal world, she did not truly belong there and suffered. Finally, the middle brother, driven mad with hopeless longing, commits suicide by hanging so as to join her. That was when Death took the second brother on his own.
As the years passed, Deathh searched for the youngest brother but never succeeded. Only when the third brother reached a great age did he take off the Cloak of Invisibility and give it to his son. GreetingDeathh as an old friend, they departed this life as equals. The Deathly Hallows is a well-known and beloved made-up story by Beedle, the bard.
Or so you'd think. However, an untold part of the story is conveniently left out to avoid criticism lest the books be removed from the libraries.
Beedle the bard already had his fair share of experience writing things the wizarding community wouldn't approve of. And he wanted this story to be read. Because Beedle the Bard had a rare, unique magical ability, its scarcity rivalled Metmorphagus's. It belonged to fortune-telling magic, branching off from Seers. By only feeling an item or a thing, Soothsayers can see the object's past, present, and future with a single touch. It is a powerful but unfortunate ability, for it is widely coveted for what it can do. Beedle the bard knew; he knew everything.
From the psychopathic Voldemort and his evil death-eater lackeys to the magnificent Harry Potter baby killer of the dark lord and the Golden trio. He knew what to do, even if he had to smother the ugly truth of the three brothers from The Deathly Hallows.
The brothers, Antioch, Cadmus and Ignotus, abhorred muggles with a burning passion; They thought they were stealing magic from wizards and witches, turning them into squibs, and that muggleborns were the result.
It didn't make any sense at all. But it was what they thought.
The Peverell brothers were not the first to start this centuries-long prejudice against muggles. However, Antioch had taken it a step too far, Causing centuries-long hate. Villages had been burnt down to ashes by the three brothers, and children and women died by the hundreds.
Men were tortured with spells, hexes, and curses made by these brothers and their followers for sick entertainment. Crucio, Imperius, and even the most horrible spell. Avada Kedavra. The brothers Were the Original darklords. Where do you think Voldemort got the inspiration for his Deatheater lackeys?
Man couldn't come up with a good name if his life depended on it, and that's evident in what he calls himself.
Eventually, the two younger siblings are forever scarred by the unforgivable sins they have committed. Knowing they couldn't defeat their brother, who was drunk on power and wine, Their hearts and magic failed to do so. They run away from the eldest, wanting to take no more part in this atrocity they had contributed to.
The eldest, as known in the original, is killed by a vengeful wizard but whom the eldest murdered, the wizard's muggle wife. (or so is thought...)
The middle last-ditch attempt to fix things tried to bring back his beloved, only for her to be an empty shell of the vibrant young woman he loved, with all this pressure and his sins weighing heavily on his shoulders. He took his life.
In the end, the youngest is the sole survivor. He was determined to fix his wrongs, leaving his adolescent son to continue his legacy.
However, a karmic turn of events triggered the start of a dark age: the witch trials. Muggle men and women, tired of living in a neverending state of fear and wondering if their children will survive for tomorrow or if their village will be next to burn. So they searched endlessly for something to counter a wizard/witch's magic.
And finally, when mining, the thing they very desired was brought to them.
Amber, crystallized tree sap that sucks things in, Insects, dirt, spiders but also... magic. That of wizards or witches. In even a ten-foot radius of this crystal and a magic user will be sucked dry of all talent, left as nothing more but a strong magic squib. If real squibs are near it, they will likely die; their small amount of magic will be gone, leaving them an empty husk of their former self. This doesn't work with people whose magic was born into them (for example, Metamorphagus and seers), but their wand magic will be too gone. It's not permanent (at least in most cases), but it will take months, maybe even a year, before they are entirely whole again.
Then the magical folks all went into hiding, muggles eventually forgetting they existed and only becoming a scary story for children to stay in bed... Except for the witch hunters, they carried on their brutal legacy of killing wizards and witches in secret. Their goal is to murder all magical people to 'protect' the innocent muggles. And that's why the wizards and witches are so terrified of muggles finding; that would mean that the witch hunters are able to hunt them down more quickly.
If anyone's reading this, I'm likely deceased. Hunted down by the bloodhounds of the ministry. It was a significant risk to write this. But what else do I have to live for?
to this dear reader who has found my likely banned book. Spread awareness tells the unspoken truth the upper classes have hidden.
Jacob Mercury
BANNED!