Private! A meeting... (continued)

"Some..."
 
"What are they?" Grande asked even more curious
 
"Well...I don't know really many of them.....because my parents neevr ere really social with me....but there was Babbity Rabbit and her Cackling Stump....its all in a book called the Tales of Beedle Bard.....ever heard of them?"
 
Grande shock his head in a no "No I haven't heard of any of them."
 
"They tell some type of moral usually...don't set your curtains on fire with a certain spell....well not that complex but usually basic instructions with magical children....though I don't know really that much of it. Do muggle stories do the same?" Bellatrix asked, rather curious.
 
"Well yes and no. Some do have morals to them. Others if you look deeper into them you see that they are a lot darker and more complex than you would first think." Grande said
 
"Well in the french version of Cindrella, at the end the sisters have to try to get there feet into a glass slipper. To do this they cut off bits of their feet." Grande said "Not very nice and quite dark. Not really something that should be told to young children."
 
"Oh..." Bellatrix said sharply. "Who knew muggles could be so....twisted... UI mean they have their occasional strange 'murderers' though they all seem to pan out as terrible frauds, I never expected something so common as that to have...such an ending."
 
Grande nodded. "Are there no wizarding stories that if you look deeper into them, they're dark and not very nice?" Grande asked
 
Bellatrix laughed a bit. "Probably, but most of them you live...so its just a repetition of life events...the Wizarding world is not always a light place...I guess The Warlock's Hairy Heart is dark, and so is The Tale of the Three Brothers."
 
"The Tale of the Three Brothers?" Grande asked curoiusly "Whats that about?"
 
Bellatrix looked shocked. "I-I can't believe you haven't heard that! Wow....well....hold on." Bellatrix said as she stood up and went to the book shelf and pulled out a very old looking book. "I know it in here...somewhere..." she mumbled as she returned to her seat searching through he book. The glistening gold cover shine as she flipped, clearly revealing the title of, The Tales of Beedle the Bard. "Ah, here we go." she said confidentially as she began to read the story off to Grande. Occasionally taking a glace at him, to see if he was still following along. "There were once three brothers who were traveling 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 Death spoke to them. He was angry that he had been cheated out of three new victims, for travelers usually drowned in the river. But Death was cunning. He pretended to congratulate the three brothers upon their magic and said that each had earned a prize for having been clever enough to evade him.

So the oldest brother, who was a combative man, asked for a wand more powerful than any in existence, a wand that must always win duels for its owner, a wand worthy of a wizard who had conquered Death! So Death crossed to an elder tree on the banks of the river, fashioned a wand from a branch that hung there and gave it to the oldest brother.

Then the second brother, who was an arrogant man, decided that he wanted to humiliate Death still farther, and asked for the power to recall others from Death. So Death picked up a stone from the riverbank and gave it to the second brother, and told him that the stone would have the power to bring back the dead.

And then Death asked the third and youngest brother what he would like. The youngest brother was the humblest and also the wisest of the brothers, and he did not trust Death. So he asked for something that would enable him to go forth from that place without being followed by Death. And Death most unwillingly handed over his own Cloak of Invisibility

Then Death stood aside and allowed the three brothers to continue on their way, and they did so, talking with wonder of the adventure they had had and admiring Death’s gifts.
In due course the brothers separated, each for his own destination.

The first brother traveled on for a week or more, and reaching a distant village, sought out a fellow wizard with whom he had a quarrel. Naturally, with the Elder Wand as his weapon, he won the duel that followed. Leaving his enemy dead upon the floor, the oldest brother proceeded to an inn, where he boasted loudly of the powerful wand he had snatched from Death himself, and of how it made him invincible.

That very night, another wizard crept upon the oldest brother as he lay, wine sodden upon his bed. The thief took the wand and for good measure, slit the oldest brother’s throat. And so Death took the first brother for his own.

Meanwhile, the second brother journeyed to his own home, where he lived alone. Here he took out the stone that had the power to recall the dead and turned it thrice in his hand. To his amazement and his delight, the figure of the girl he had once hoped to marry before her untimely death, appeared at once before him.

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 second brother, driven mad with hopeless longing, killed himself so as to join her. And so Death took the second brother for his own.

But though Death searched for the third brother for many years, he was never able to find him. It was only when he had attained a great age that the youngest brother finally took off the Cloak of Invisibility and gave it to his son. And then he greeted Death as an old friend, and went with him gladly, and equals, they departed this life." When Bellatrix ended she slowly let the book drop down to her lap, and she looked at Grande, curious of his reaction to this intricate story.

ooc: Source for the story is straight from Ch 21 of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Books 7, by J.k. Rowling.

Internet source: The Deathly Hallows and The Tale of The Three Brothers
 
"Wow thats a really cool story." Grande said in awe "Better than any other kids story, I've ever read. The only wizarding stories I got told were in French and I wasn't told many."
 
"Oh yeah...well....that one is slightly more than just a story....a lot of the wizarding tales are like that....everyone knows that one especially though..."
 
"I didn't" Grande said with a sigh. "And why that one?"
 
"True?" Grande said "How can it be true?"
 
"Its not really a fairy tale....or whatever you call them....its....its the only way....that he defeated....the....Dark Lord....." she said letting the enthusiasm in her voice die. "Like I said....many wizarding stories are not just a fable, they are like a record to help a young wiziarding child, succeed in their magic...more so like an actual moral..."
 
Grande nodded "Morals." Grande said "Morals are good."
 
Bellatrix gave a crooked, awkward smile. Showing that she didn't really agree with Grande's statement. "Not always...."
 
"It depends on if the morals lean to a darker nature, or one of....lighter thought..." she stated awkwardly, curious to if he had understood what she was trying to say.
 
"I've ever heard a few. Obiviously there are more." Grande said
 
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