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The Tale of the Three Brothers
"What are you?" Antioch was the first to speak.
Was it really true? Of course, she had already gathered all the evidence she needed unless she was going crazy or was senial. But was she really standing before Ignotus Peverell? One of the three brothers of the creators of the Deathly Hallows itself? Was she really in the 1200s?
If she didn’t appear somewhere within twenty-four hours, they would send out a search party, but Harry looked back to the mess on her bed, the concoction of blood and potions on the floor, and was certain of two things.
And Then There Were Two
"Cadmus! Ignotus! You must come quick."
To Kill For Power
"Antioch did possess this new power. Somehow. He was stronger, he was mightier, he was...undefeatable. All the men in the pub, including myself I will admit, were mesmerized by his power."
"I can call you my Lord, if you like," she said under her breath.
The Power of the Stone
He grew furious that he had yet to understand the Stone. He had seen his brother put on the Cloak of Invisibility; he had seen its power and truth with his own eyes. And Antioch had killed the one wizard he had ever lost a duel to. All of the other gifts from Death worked flawlessly, but the stone...
Home Away From Home
He swallowed and froze. His wish had been spoken, and now he didn't know what to say in return. He took a deep gulp of air and parted his lips, suddenly feeling parched. "I finally feel like I've found my home. I think I was meant to find you that day..."
And Then There Was One
Dominique couldn't sleep. No matter what she told Ignotus. He had told her to not wait up for him, but she hadn't listened. There was something unsettling about it all, something she couldn't quite place her finger on, and she wondered if Cadmus Peverell's time was upon them.
Lady Brigid of Pellinor
Ignotus swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat and let his eyes come to rest on Lady Brigid Pellinor for the first time in a decade.
Creature of the Afterlife
"NO!" cried out Ignotus in pain. "Their deaths are not my fault! They would never have listened to me! I am NOT the one to blame!"
Lord Callum Conway
Callum said in a husky voice. "All I wanted was to speak with you, my Lady."
"Well?" he inquired. "What is it then, Callum?"
"This isn't fair, Ignotus!" she burst. "Why can't I have a say in my own future? It's ridiculous, and it isn't fair!"
The Bride To Be
Dominique curtsied in return. She couldn't help but smile at his charm. "My Lord," she greeted in reply.
"Bandits! In the ravine!" gasped Edmund in between breaths. "Callum and I! We were raided!"
"I am dying, my love," he said quietly and sternly. "I am afraid I cannot be saved."
A Mother's Love
Dominique nodded, and she knew was receiving the love of a mother, but it just wasn't the same. She found herself blurting out, "I want my mother."
The Power of Love
How angry would his mother truly be if he were to break off the engagement with Brigid? Fairly angry he knew, yes, but wouldn't she understand it was because he was in love? She was a woman, and Ignotus knew she had loved his father. Eirene knew what it was like to live without the one you love, so wouldn't she spare her son that same fate? Ignotus hoped she would...
The Noble House of Pellinor
"Look to the house," he said, his voice so quiet it was almost inaudible.
A Choice to Leave History Up to Chance
"Why, she is Uncle's betrothed!" declared Tyrion with innocent enthusiasm.
There was the smell of smoke. And then he saw it. Peverell Manor. Ablaze from ground to roof and crumbing into nothing.
"As soon as I can," he answered. "Tomorrow. I cannot continue to put the lives of those I care about at risk. I will tell them tomorrow, and then I shall leave Godric's Hollow. Permanently."
A Man On the Run From Death
“I owe you nothing, Ignotus Peverell!” snarled Death, and Ignotus recoiled in fear. It seemed that even speaking with a calm and collected tone wouldn’t be enough to control Death’s next attempt on his life. “Nothing! I spared your life when I gave you that cloak, you ungrateful swine! That was payment enough! Now you come to me and talk as if I owe you a favor when it is your life that you owe me every second you continue to breathe!”
A Girl Who Never Belonged
Now Dominique stood at the altar, watching her sister, as beautiful as ever in her satin gown, marry the man of her dreams. Dominique felt her heart breaking as she watched. She watched the way Teddy looked into her eyes, the way they held one another, the way they exchanged their vows. There was no denying that the two loved one another more than anything. It reminded Dominique of what she had shared with Ignotus, and now what she had lost.
A Choice to Leave Everything You Know For Love
"And you felt at home there? Loved? Special?" asked Harry. This time he took her hand and gave it a squeeze.
And Love Prevails
"You and I. We love one another, more than anyone could ever fathom, and love prevails. Always."
Epilogue - Carry Me Home
“Because we love one another. You and I. More than anyone could ever fathom.”
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