"So…what happened to them?" asked Harry.
"The story says the one with the wand battled all his life until someone attacked him from behind. The one with the stone fell into depression, and hanged himself. The third one lived a long life until he felt it was his time, discarding the cloak and welcoming Death like a friend."
"Interesting. So, I guess there is more to this story than a bedtime bonding moment," said Harry, bitterly. He had never experienced any such moments, after all. "You said 'it's the stone'. I guess you mentioned a stone able to talk to dead people?"
"Yes, Harry," obliged Dumbledore.
Harry's mind remembered a fragment of information from…last year, during his examination. His Charms OWL. The gears began to turn.
"You said you searched for it for years? You wouldn't have kept on that long if you had no proof they existed before…like…finding one. My OWL examiner said that, in your youth, you were able to do things with your wand that he had never seen before."
Albus smiled and showed his wand to Harry.
"Indeed, Harry. Quite impressive, once again. This particular wand isn't from Ollivander."
"Who knows? Maybe it was built by the original Ollivander, the one that opened the shop in what is now Diagon Alley?" said Harry distractedly. He didn't care for a powerful wand. His first one had done the job before, and Voldemort's was a good enough replacement. He itched to get back his own one, though.
At this mention, Albus stood motionless.
"The original…Ollivander…one of the three brothers? This makes so much sense, Harry, it's scary. You just provided an old fool's pastime of History with a quest and a new goal."