I once happened ‘cross fair brothers three Who thought they could use all their magic to thwart me But I, being Death, being sly blocked their path And said “brave, cunning brothers oh what do you ask I will give each a prize and then let brothers pass”
The first brother begged “please, Death, make me a tool A wand that will win every fight, every duel” So I broke a branch off of an elder tree And I fashioned a wand for he thought he was worthy And gave elder wand to the eldest of three
Go, brother, I bid thee goodnight I promise you’ll win all your battles and fights But your wand will be stolen and you will be slain Then you and I will meet again
The next brother cried “give me magic instead, The power to bring others back from the dead” So I picked up a stone from the riverside And I told him the pebble had magic inside It would bring back the dead and his departed bride
Go, brother I bid thee goodnight You’ll see your love soon but things will not be right You’ll drive yourself crazy cuz she won’t be whole And then I will claim your soul
The youngest brother said “Death, I don’t trust your ways, Please leave me alone ‘til the end of my days” And though I was reluctant, he was the wisest of the three So I gave him my cloak of invisibility And I let the young brother go free
Go, brother I bid thee goodnight Go take your new cloak and go live out your life Be happy and healthy and when you are ready You can take off your cloak and join me
And that is the story of the Peverell brothers They each made their choice, one wiser than others They stripped me of wand and of cloak and of stone And I bade young Ignotus be selfless and roam And many years passed ‘til he called me his home But I took the other two for my own...