Teal and black tattoo of the Deathly Hallows symbol with a stag head and a winged golden snitch, framed by swirling ornaments, on a forearm.

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Deathly Hallows, stag and snitch on a forearm

Geometric · Forearm · Colour · Photo

A large tattoo of the Deathly Hallows triangle, circle and line symbol sits at the centre, with a teal stag head to the upper left and a winged golden snitch in the lower triangle. Bold black outlines define the triangles and scrolling swirls, while the teal and pale blue fills are softly shaded with white highlights. The design fills the frame against a plain skin background, with a pale fabric edge on the left.

Geometric Forearm Deathly hallows Stag Triangle Circle Swirl Wing

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Keep your hands where the guard can see them, and don't look at the water yet. I'm not finished, and the water likes to listen. Three brothers came down to the Halden ford the winter the bridge went out, and the ferrywoman who kept the crossing met them on the bank with a lantern and a cough that had outlived two husbands.

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She offered each of them something from the bottom of her sack. The eldest took a triangle of black iron that swung open like a door when you turned it, and he was pleased, because doors were what he wanted. The middle brother took a ring of pale stone with no seam at all, put it on his finger, and went home to his wife's table, where he sat for years looking at the fire through the hole in it and forgot to eat. The youngest took only a hazel switch and asked her to let him cross.

She said the crossing had a fare. He paid it with the stag that had walked behind him since he was born, a teal-grey beast with antlers like a winter hedge. She led it onto the boat, and it stood very still the whole way over. Then a gold egg with wings came out of the reeds, and he caught it in his fist, and it beat against his palm like a second heart until he opened his hand and let it go.

On the far bank the ferrywoman wiped her lantern and asked him which of the three he'd wanted. He said none of them, and she laughed until she coughed. So hand your papers to the man in the box, friend. Nobody has ever crossed this water on what they wished for.