Black line tattoo of the Deathly Hallows symbol with the word Always in script on the inner forearm near the wrist.

Deathly Hallows and Always script on forearm

Fine line · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A close photograph of a hand and forearm showing a black outline tattoo of a triangle, a circle and a vertical line, which forms the Deathly Hallows symbol. The word Always is written in flowing black script below the triangle. The thin, even linework is set against a plain white background, and the tattoo sits on the inner forearm.

Fine line Lettering Geometric Forearm Deathly hallows Triangle Circle Wand Always Script

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The bailiff's men had already stripped the lead from Carrick's chapel roof when Gran laid out three things on the kitchen table: a blackthorn stick no thicker than a pencil, a grey pebble with a hole worn clean through its middle, and a cloak of moth-eaten wool that smelt of peat smoke. Uncle Tobias wanted them sold by Friday. My mother would not look at them at all, and I, at twelve, thought they were the only interesting things the family had ever owned.

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Gran wouldn't say what they were for. She only told me the pebble had to go back where it was cut, and that I had to carry it up the hill myself, in the rain, before the men came with their vans. So I climbed the broken stair to the inner ward with the stone in my coat pocket and the stick under my arm, and the cloak, which was heavier than it had any right to be, over my shoulders like a sheep's fleece.

The word was carved above the great window, so worn I only read it by running my thumb along the grooves: Always. Under it the stone had a notch the exact size of the pebble. I pressed the stone in and it clicked, the way a good tea caddy lid does. Then I laid the stick across the sill, and the wool slid off my shoulders and lay over the rubble like someone had folded it there on purpose.

I went back down and told Gran it was done. She nodded and didn't ask what I'd seen. Years later I understood she had never been handing me treasure. She had been showing me where things belong, and that some things stay put because somebody took the trouble to put them back.