This is the story on the origin of the deathly hallow. The deathly hallow was to be originally owned by the three brothers who managed to cheat death. The three brothers were given a special request each. All three brothers asked for a different item. 2 of the three brothers made the wrong request and death come to collect them soon after. Meanwhile, the younger of the three brothers made a great request. One which enables him to live a long happy life and met death as equal.
Here is how the story of the three brothers goes
Well, you see, believers seek the Deathly Hallows,’ said Xenophilius, smacking his lips in apparent appreciation of the Gurdyroot infusion.
‘But what are the Deathly Hallows?’ asked Hermione.
Xenophilius set aside his empty teacup.
‘I assume that you are all familiar with “The Tale of the Three Brothers”?’
Harry said, ‘No,’ but Ron and Hermione both said, ‘Yes.’
Xenophilius nodded gravely.
‘Well, well, Mr Potter, the whole thing starts with “The Tale of the Three Brothers” … I have a copy somewhere …’
He glanced vaguely around the room, at the piles of parchment and books, but Hermione said, ‘I’ve got a copy, Mr Lovegood, I’ve got it right here.’
And she pulled out The Tales of Beedle the Bard from the small beaded bag.
‘The original?’ enquired Xenophilius sharply, and when she nodded, he said, ‘Well then, why don’t you read it aloud? Much the best way to make sure we all understand.’
‘Er … all right,’ said Hermione nervously. She opened the book and Harry saw that the symbol they were investigating headed the top of the page, as she gave a little cough and began to read.
‘“There were once three brothers who were travelling along a lonely, winding road at twilight –”’
‘Midnight, our mum always told us,’ said Ron, who had stretched out, arms behind his head, to listen. Hermione shot him a look of annoyance.
‘Sorry, I just think it’s a bit spookier if it’s midnight!’ said Ron.
‘Yeah, because we really need a bit more fear in our lives,’ said Harry, before he could stop himself. Xenophilius did not seem to be paying much attention but was staring out of the window at the sky. ‘Go on, Hermione.’
‘“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”’
‘Sorry,’ interjected Harry, ‘but Death spoke to them?’
‘It’s a fairy tale, Harry!’
‘Right, sorry. Go on.’
‘“And Death spoke to them. He was angry that he had been cheated out of three new victims, for travellers 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 further, 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.”’
‘Death’s got an Invisibility Cloak?’ Harry interrupted again.
‘So he can sneak up on people,’ said Ron. ‘Sometimes he gets bored of running at them, flapping his arms and shrieking … sorry, Hermione.’
‘“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 travelled 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 could not fail to win 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 truly 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.”’
Hermione closed the book. It was a moment or two before Xenophilius seemed to realise that she had stopped reading, then he withdrew his gaze from the window and said, ‘Well, there you are.’
‘Sorry?’ said Hermione, sounding confused.
‘Those are the Deathly Hallows,’ said Xenophilius.
He picked up a quill from a packed table at his elbow and pulled a torn piece of parchment from between more books.
‘The Elder Wand,’ he said, and he drew a straight vertical line upon the parchment. ‘The Resurrection Stone,’ he said, and he added a circle on top of the line. ‘The Cloak of Invisibility,’ he finished, enclosing both line and circle in a triangle, to make the symbol that so intrigued Hermione. ‘Together,’ he said, ‘the Deathly Hallows.’
‘But there’s no mention of the words “Deathly Hallows” in the story,’ said Hermione.
‘Well, of course not,’ said Xenophilius, maddeningly smug.
‘That is a children’s tale, told to amuse rather than to instruct. Those of us who understand these matters, however, recognise that the ancient story refers to three objects, or Hallows, which, if united, will make the possessor master of Death.’
Well, this is a remarkable story on how one should have a strong life principle.