Title: The Tale of the Three Brothers

Summary: Tom Riddle, Severus Snape and Harry Potter are the reincarnations of Antioch, Cadmus, and Ignotus Peverell. On the summer after Goblet of Fire the three receives a letter telling them to meet in Godric's Hollow where they receive the memories of their past life.

Pairings: Severus/Lily (past), Harry Potter/ (unknown pairing, for now), Tom Riddle / (unknown pairing, for now), Severus Snape/ (unknown pairing, for now). I will look at any and all pairing suggestions left in the reviews. I'm stuck because I want Severus/Lucius and Tom (Voldemort)/Lucius. For Harry I have tons of people in my mind males and females.

Warnings: This is in an Alternate Universe and there will be; Manipulative Dumbledore, Smart!Independent!Dark!Harry, Cover-up Prophecy and some Bashing of other characters. This May also be a Slash. This Fic will often change Pov's between Harry, Severus and Tom.

Author's Note: This is an extremely AU story. I changed some things about the brother which you will see.

The Book cover was made by lilette on deviantart (If you have a moment you should go check out her amazing art work Link on my Profile)

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling does she also owns the The Tale of the Three Brothers.

Chapter One:

Three Brothers

A month had passed since Voldemort and Harry Potter had battled in the graveyard. Harry had gone back to his relatives for the summer and Voldemort had relocated to a mansion that had been left to him in one of his most faithful death eater's wills.

The Dark Lord was in his study behind the desk working away on a very large piece of parchment. He was hunched over it and scratching away at certain areas with a quill, and appeared quite focused on his work. He was preparing for a Mass break out but first he would need to get the Dementors on his side.

Voldemort blinked as he noticed an owl fly in through the window. The golden owl just continued to stare at him, leg outstretched for him with a letter. The man blinked some more. The owl hooted warningly, shaking its leg a bit.

The man regained himself and took the offered letter. Voldemort thought for a little while, trying to shake off the murderous look the owl had given him just moments ago before taking out his wand and directing it towards owl. He merely looked at him as if he was stupid and he felt his wand waver a bit. An owl… just stood up against him. And himself?

He shook the letter to make him get what he was talking about. To his surprise, the owl nodded.

Dear Tom Marvolo Riddle,

I write this letter in to warn you. The Path you are going down will only lead you to your destruction. You always sought to be rid of Dumbledore's Manipulations yet you repeatedly fall into them. You still live Bending under Albus' will. He is still using you Tom like his did when you were at Hogwarts. If you wish to know the true come to the local cemetery in Godric's Hollow at half past eleven.

Sincerely,

M.E.L

Severus Snape settled down into his favorite arm chair in the small den of his at his house that was located in the Forest of Dean and let a long heavy sigh escape from his chest. He felt exhausted, which was pretty standard fair these days, however he never allowed his state to show when in public. In the privacy of his own house was the only place he felt he could let down some of his guard and breathe freely.

There was just over a month until the beginning of the new school year. The Order was meeting fairly regularly now, not to mention the other meetings he was occasionally called to. Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on certain angles, he hadn't been called to one of those in about two weeks. The Dark Lord was too preoccupied with his plans to break out the others.

Severus blinked as he noticed an owl fly in through the window. The golden owl just continued to stare at him, leg outstretched for him with a letter. Severus sigh pray at it wasn't Dumbledore calling for his return.

Dear Severus Tobias Snape,

I write this letter in to warn you. The Path you are going down will only lead you to your destruction. The man you so willingly trust is using you. To Dumbledore you are a pawn, he is using your strong love for Lily Evans as a tool of manipulation. He is using you and he is using Lily's son. If you wish to know the true come to the local cemetery in Godric's Hollow at half past eleven.

Sincerely,

M.E.L

Harry lay awake upon the shabby, too-thin, lumpy, mattress in the smallest bedroom of Number 4 Privet Drive staring unseeingly at the blurry red letters of the old digital clock that had once belonged to his cousin Dudley until the over-sized boy had believed it broken and discarded it.

He had been back on Privet Drive for just over a month. His relatives hadn't even bothered him that morning. No pestering him to fix them breakfast or do some obscenely ridiculous mountain of chores in order to 'earn his keep'. It was a testament to just how intimidating Mad-Eye Moody could be.

Harry groaned as he heard a tapping at his window. Ron and Hermione hadn't written him at all this summer so he doubted it was them. He walked over to window and watched the golden brown owl fly in. The golden owl just continued to stare at him, leg outstretched for him with a letter.

Dear Harry James Potter,

I write this letter in to warn you. The Path you are going down will only lead you to your destruction. The man you so willingly trust is using you. You have been very naïve when it comes to your headmaster.

You are a child but you must see his manipulations. Ask yourself these questions:

Why didn't he suspect Quirrell when Severus did?

Why was so calm about your name coming out of the goblet of fire?

Why was he so calm when you told him about Wormtail?

Why did he send Sirius to Azkaban without a Trial?

If he cared why did he never check on you as a child?

You have questions and I have answers so if you wish to know the true come to the local cemetery in Godric's Hollow at half past eleven.

Sincerely,

M.E.L

Harry thought about it for a minute it was all true of course. Harry grabbed his wand and invisibly cloak, stuffing them into his knapsack along with a sack of gold galleons. Harry quickly ran from the house when he was several streets away on the corner of Magnolia Crescent Harry held out his right as if trying to flag down a cab.

There was a deafening BANG, and Harry threw up his hands to shield his eyes against a sudden blinding light…

Harry saw when he raised his head, to a triple-decker, violently purple bus, which had appeared out of thin air. Gold lettering over the windshield spelled The Knight Bus.

Harry smirked to him himself as conductor in a purple uniform leapt out of the bus and began to speak loudly to the night.

"Welcome to the Knight Bus, emergency transport for the stranded witch or wizard just stick out your wand hand, step on board, and we can take you anywhere you want to go. My name is Stan Shunpike, and I will be your conductor this eve— Oh is yer Neville."

"Stan," Harry said politely. "How much to Godric's Hollow?"

"Eleven Sickles," said Stan, "but for firteen you get 'ot chocolate, and for fifteen you get an 'ot-water bottle an' a toofbrush in the color of your choice."

Harry rummaged into his bag, extracted his money bag, and shoved some gold into Stan's hand.

"Get me there before half past eleven," Harry said talking a seat.

"You heard 'em. Take'er away, Ern," said Stan, sitting down in the armchair next to Ernie's.

Harry stepped slowly of the knight bus. Harry pulled out his invisibly cloak placing it over himself thinking about how this was the village, the place where Harry Potter became known as "the Boy Who Lived".

Walking down the street Harry stopped in front of an obelisk. When he stare at it, it began to change into a statue of a family… his family. James and Lily Potter, and their infant son, Harry, who looks contented in his mother's arms. Harry took in the site before continuing on to the cemetery.

The graveyard was located next to the Parish Church of St. Clementine. The graveyard is full of the names of ancient magical families Harry noticed walking in. He paused then he heard to CRACK!

"Severus! What is the meaning of this," a cold voice spoke. Harry turned around only to see his Potion's Master and The Dark Lord.

"My… Lord… I received a letter earlier this evening telling me that Dumbledore was manipulating the Potter boy. This person told me to meet them here," Snape explained looking around.

"Ahh, I received a letter much like that to," Voldemort spoke with a nod. "If your letter mentioned Potter than he would have likely received one too."

Harry sucked in a harsh breath slow backing away until he heard a soft voice.

"You are not mistaking," the voice spoke. But then the strangest thing as she spoke. The air seemed to grow heavy, and right before their eyes. They grew slower and slower until they came to a complete stop.

"My Lord, are you doing this," Severus said unable to hide the shock in his voice.

"He is not Severus," the voice said as a glowing figure appeared. A beautiful women her pale skin glowing, Green eyes vibrantly shining, and long black hair fall down to her face. Severus and Voldemort were both momentarily speechless.

"You're this M.E.L. person," Voldemort said regaining himself.

"Yes, I am but I am much more than a person," She stated before turning to the spot were Harry stood. "Harry, please remove your cloak and join us. No one will harm you."

Voldemort and Snape's head snapped as Harry removed his cloak.

"It is the bane of my existence," Voldemort hissed pulling out his wand shooting a non-verbal curse at him. To his surprise nothing had happened.

"Magic needs time to act. I have stopped time so I have stopped magic," the woman spoke. "Only my magic will work."

"Who are you," Harry asked walking over to the women.

"I go by many names. While Muggles know me as Mother Earth and Mother Nature, wizards know me as The Mother of Eternal Life and the Eternal Mother of Life."

"M.E.L Mother of Eternal Life," Severus whispered.

"And what do you want with us," Voldemort scoffed.

"Are you aware of The Tale of the Three Brothers?"

The three nodded all confused as to why that would be the answer.

"Well here is the true story of the Brothers," she smirked waving her wand creating a smoke screen.

Along time ago when the Earth was still small and magic was just created The Eternal Mother and the Father of Death (the Grim Reaper) decided to have a family. Eternal Mother gave birth to three boys, three brothers, more powerful than most, and their names were Antioch, Cadmus, and Ignotus.

When the plaque hit less people were being born and more were dying so death left is sons. The brother grew close the mother could see that together the Three would conquers everything. So on the eve of Ignotus's fifteen birthday Death returned. But his son had scorned him and told him that they didn't need a father and that as long as they were together they would never need him. Death was hurt but he was also cunning. He pretended to congratulate the three brothers on their love for each other said that each had earned a prize.

Antioch the oldest brother, who was a combative man he thirsted for power, so he 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.

Cadmus second brother, who was a spiteful man, decided that he wanted to humiliate Death for taking away his only love, so he 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 Ignotus, what he would like. The youngest brother was the humblest of the brothers, and he did not trust Death. So he asked for something that would enable him live life without being followed by Death. And Death, most unwillingly, handed over his own Cloak of Invisibility.

The brothers traveled on for a week more, and reaching a distant village. Upon reaching the village Antioch 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. Cadmus and Ignotus tried to discourage him but his ego had surpassed him so he told his brothers he was stronger alone.

That very night after the brother separated, 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 now 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 truly join her.

And so Death took the second brother from 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 the he greeted Death as an old friend, and went with him gladly, and, equals, they departed this life where he and his brothers finally reunited.

Many years past that the Eternal Mother lived without having her sons at her side. She watched the magical world fall at the knees of Gellert Grindelwald. The Eternal Mother couldn't stand watching as they called Grindelwald one of the most powerful Dark Wizards of all time when the power truly came from her son's wand. So she went to visit her lost love Death. She asked for the souls of her sons. Death still bitter tells her she must choose which son to reincarnate first. Of course she chose Antioch he had always been the stronger then his younger brothers. But Antioch was always cocky about the fact that he was a pureblood. So the Eternal Mother reincarnate him as a half-blood. She placed his soul in the womb of a women that needed unconditional love. A witch whom was broken and could only be fixed by the love of a son.

But as the pregnancy began the witch became deathly sick and wouldn't take potion in fear that it would harm her unborn son. She died moments after giving birth to her son.

So the reincarnated Antioch grew up in an Orphanage, not knowing about his family or about magic. Without Cadmus's level head or Ignotus's pure heart Antioch grew up to be cold. Yet Antioch still had become the man that desired beyond everything to be an all-powerful wizard and to conquer Death. That the age of fifteen he did, he conquer Death making himself immortal. The mother was proud of her son she feared for his humanity as she continued to hack away at his at soul.

So once again she went to Death and he made her choose which son to reincarnate first. Of course she chose the second son. Cadmus had always the over thinker and could often the peace maker between the eldest and the youngest.

She placed his soul in the womb of a women a happily married couple. But had Cadmus grew his father became neglectful and violent to the young wizard. But he grew to be intelligent and truly loved by his mother. However the Mother watched as Cadmus's history repeating itself. She watched him fall inlove with a child hood friend. She watch him be bullied but without Antioch there to push him and Ignotus there to reassure him. He never gained the confidence to tell the girl how he felt thus losing her to another.

Although the brothers where together and Antioch trusted Cadmus more than most they still lacked the ability to love each other. So for the last time the Mother went to Death and took Ignotus's soul along with the soul of his closest friend Sylvia Ravenclaw. She noticing her mistakes with the older brothers she placed his soul in the womb of a Muggle-born mother and a Pure-blood father. She almost used the woman that had Cadmus's heart.

But there was one thing the Mother did not see a manipulative, deceitful, self-righteous, hypocritical, arrogant, controlling, presumptuous, senile old coot to tear her sons apart. The man sought the brothers have the brothers powers for his own. He turned the eldest and youngest against and middle child against them child against them both. He made the youngest brother into a weapon.

Now the paths lay open for them if the walk always they with died at the hands of the other yet if the stand together they will conquers everything.

The smoke cleared leaving the three in utter and complete shock. They stood there staring at each other for several moments processing everything.

Harry was the first on to recover, "How do we know you are telling the true."

"You would until I give you some of your old memories. But first," She spoke as she turn to Voldemort. "Tom you must choose to remain with seven and lose all the sanity you still hold or down grade to three and conquers everything."

Voldemort raised a single hairless brow at her, "I only made six."

"No, you intended to make one the night you attacked the Potters did you not," she asked titling her head to the side.

"What has that got to do with anything," Voldemort spat glaring at Harry.

"When your soul was being ripped from your body, a piece broke off and attached itself to the only living thing it could find," She stated before they all turning to the spot were Harry was stand wide eyed.

"What? Why are you looking at me," Harry asked nervously.

"Harry, I know this is hard to hear but your hold a piece of Tom's soul and for him to die… you would have to die too," the mother explained.

"WHAT! That… How…," Harry froze so many thoughts going thought his head. The Dumbledore words from second year can into his head, 'I believe Voldemort unintentionally transferred some of his powers to you.'

Harry gritted his teeth, "That manipulative, deceitful, controlling bastard."

"Your words ring true my son. But Tom must choose seven or three?"

Voldemort ponder for a second, "If I choose the second there is no way to merge them because I feel no remorse for killing any of those people. But if I had to choose it would be power."

The woman smiled before summoning some that bright and looked like a fallen star. Levitating around it where a cup, a ring, what looked like a crown, and the battered Diary that belonged to Tom Riddle.

"This is going to hurt… a lot," The Mother warned before push the bright orb into to Voldemort's chest. Once the orbs completely immersed into the Dark Lord's chest he collapsed his body twisting and violently convulsing as his limbs snapped against the cold, wet grass. The crimson eyes were wide-open but seemed vacant, lifeless.

"Don't worry about him. The merging is very painful, since he feels no remorse at having created the horcruxes. So who's next?"

Harry gaped at her, and he stuttered, "You have to be kidding that looks worst then the he Cruciatus Curse."

"Harry, you and Severus won't feel a thing," she reassured walking over to Severus. She gently brushed her knuckles down the right side of Severus's face. Harry watched his professor's eyes closes and a small glow come from between The Mother's knuckles and Snape's cheek. He watched in amazement as Snape's large, hooked nose straightened, and his sallow skin began to 'glow'. Severus's eyes where still closed when The Mother began stroking Harry's face. Harry felt a warm energy as his eye lids slow began to fall.

Suddenly Three boys formed in is mind. The eldest on Harry could only guess was tall, handsome, with pale skin, jet black wavy hair, and dark eyes. The middle one was just as tall as the elder on but with dark features pale skin, shoulder length jet black silky hair, and a roman nose. The youngest was shorter then both the others but tall compared to Harry, he had untidy jet-black hair, but his startlingly doe-shaped green eyes, and tanned skin.

Harry noticed how each of them looked like himself, Snape, and Voldemort only different. Memories of Ignotus began to flash in front of his eyes. Ignotus was three younger then Cadmus and five years younger than Antioch. While Harry notice that Ignotus was intelligent, clever, loyal, and selfless person he was also cunning, and extremely attached to his brothers. Ignotus admired Antioch and envied the way he could command to respect and attention. He also admired Cadmus's Potioneering abilities.

Ignotus was the only brother sorted into Slytherin while both Antioch and Cadmus believed that knowledge was the key to Power and where sorted into Ravenclaw. The three brother where close however and each ones weak was guarded by the other's strengthen. Together the brothers were invincible.

So yes I am back :) Oh and I am truly sorry about lack of updating I'm spending the rest of the week writing a new chapter for each since winter break has started.

I want to give credit and props where credit and props are due. Several of my ideas for this story have been influenced by other fanfics, but several notable ones come from these stories:

Rebirth » by Athey

Brother Of Lord Voldemort » by RavenclawSlytherinQueen

Brothers in Magic » by pikachumomma

New Divide » by Aisling-Siobhan

They're all really good with and all of them have original and unique ideas I highly recommend reading them, because they're amazing.

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