Did Dumbledore Kill His Sister Novels & Stories

The images her sister put into her head kept replaying. How she died. How she stabbed Nessa. How she dropped Rose at the orphanage. How she overheard her mother, Athena, telling Nessa to kill her child. She gritted her teeth together and gripped the edge of her ball gown like she wanted to kill it. "Mother?" Rose called out to her and she faced her. "What happened?" She asked with worry lacing her tone while Austin just looked at her. "She used the forbidden spell of locking one's real image and that was what killed her. I killed her. My only sister, my blood. I..." She choked on her spit.

I gulped and looked into her eyes with a pleading expression, “Mother….” This only flared her hatred even further. Releasing me abruptly, she snapped, “Stop calling me your mother. You lost that right the day you killed your sister.” Tears rolled down my cheeks and a pained whimper escaped my lips. Dropping to my knees, I held her leg, “Mother, please don’t say that…. I… I didn’t kill my sister. She was killed by The Grand Magus.”

It shocked the witch; unintentionally, she spilled the truth in front of her daughter. I came out when I saw her teary eyes; she loved her mother and trusted her. Her mother is an evil human trying to get more powerful. She killed her elder daughter, and this time she tried to kill her another daughter. After a few moments, I heard a scream; I ran inside. She tied Accalia in strings as she cast the spell; she kept the dagger on her neck, wanted to slit her throat. "Yes, I killed your sister, and now I am going to kill you. I bound that wolf, but he came after me because of you; you must die," she pulled her hair as she tried to slit her throat.

” I call out the nickname in sarcasm, at the same time, I twirl my fingers and a little blade appears in my hand. “And when I do, you are going to regret ever knowing me, I know I do.” The response to my statement is a grim aura coming off everyone and I ignore it, as I put on my convincing smile and turn to my sister again. “You said that she is your doppelganger. How is that exactly possible?” She breathes out in her seat before she says word, “Someone tried to kill me a long time ago. It was Davina’s father- Henry.” I freeze in confusion, “Wait, wait. You mean the nice and oddly cute Henry who is actually- wait, what?”

“Next thing we knew, he drove off without saying anything.” “What bad news?” I demanded, my patience fraying. He swallowed, his eyes flicking to the floor. “Ghost, his sister. She’s dead. She was murdered.” My eyes widened, shock slamming into me like a freight train. My hand flew to my mouth again, a gasp escaping before I could stop it. Ghost—Damon’s sister, the one he’d tried to call, the one he’d trusted—was dead. Murdered.

Back to the topic, since dad had already written his power on my name in his will, that was the reason why Arthur got nothing even after killing him. My dad was the strongest witch/warlock/wizard in the world and so was his death weapon. My dad could be killed using his own blood only, that's why Arthur killed my brother first and then my sister who tried to come between the both. Using their blood he killed my dad and like I said before. A witch/warlock/wizard dies, if their bonded one dies, so after my dad's death my mom died too. Since we were triplets, after the death of my elder brother Alessandro and sister Aurora, their powers were also transferred to me making me the most powerful cr

I had no idea what was about to happen, but a dreadful feeling gnawed at me for something I had done just five minutes ago. "You know, I've waited for this day," he kept whispering happily as he ran. But then he abruptly stopped, and the rest of us came to a standstill too. "Wait! Kellice! NOOOOO!" His scream pierced our ears, and I recoiled from the horrifying sight. The she-wolf I had killed was his sister. The very same sister they had kept alive for so long, only for her to pass away without ever receiving the antidote. "No! No! Dad can't do this," he cried out loudly, tears streaming down his face. He shook his head as he dropped to his knees, and the bottle of antidote shattered beside

“What do you mean?” Sylvia sighed, a shadow passing over her features as she recalled something painful. “You know about my sister, don’t you? Kalazar didn't kill her. She sacrificed herself. And not without reason. When Kalazar took her, she learned of his plans—plans that were far worse than any of us imagined. She wasn’t a weak witch; she knew what had to be done to stop him. They both locked into a duel. So, she used a forbidden spell—a spell so powerful, so deadly, that it was meant to take both the caster and the target. The impact of that spell was brutal, leaving only a 0.01 percent chance of survival. The news that came to us afterward said they both died that night.” The weight of

Macbeth replied, glaring at me and I stared at her, confused. What the hell did she mean by that? " What are you talking about?" I demanded. " Your brother killed my sister Alex. He fucking killed her! " She hissed, her eyes turning ocean blue. " What nonsense are you spouting? I don't have a brother, talk less of a twin! " I yelled. " Yes you do and you were just the same as him. You and him were responsible for killing my sister. " Macbeth yelled and I was taken aback.