Novel & Cerita Did Dumbledore Kill His Sister

My own blood spilling under moonlight. ‎ ‎“So you didn’t think of that when you killed her,” I said, my voice cracking. ‎"That she was the only family you had" ‎ ‎She blinked at me. “Who are you talking about?” ‎ ‎I looked away. “You killed Aria. Your sister.” ‎ ‎Her eyes went wide, confusion mixing with fear. “My sister is dead. But I didn’t kill her!” ‎ ‎“You did,” I said, stepping closer. “Under the full moon, with a dagger in your hand. You killed her because you thought your mate, Kael, loved her more than you.”

“We didn’t believe her until she started sending pictures of you holding a dangerous potion. She said that you wanted to use your depression as a mask to take over the company. She also told us the exact date you planned on killing our father and despite how we tried to save him, he still died that day” My jaw dropped, staring at him in utter disbelief, trying to wrap my head around what was happening when something popped up in my head. The potion. It was a healing potion and Susan was the one who bought it for me. She said that it would heal my broken heart and kill my depression. But when I was about to take the potion,it slipped off my fingers and fell to the ground. “Potion!” “Yes! A de

Lizzy suddenly broke down crying and Uncle Luther looked away. “I’m so sorry nephew but… the Luna, the Luna is dead. They killed her.” I was stunned for a second. Not moving, not even breathing as all the blood drained from my face. “What?” I asked suddenly feeling faint. Uncle Luther looked regretful and Lizzy was sobbing loudly. “Those brutes killed my sister James.” She cried. “And it’s all my fault. Maybe if I held her tighter, stopped her from blocking the knife, then maybe she’d still be hear with us.”

Everyone became a frozen statue at their place. But in a few seconds murmuring started again, but, more loud and clear. Students started talking about Harry's past or whatever biodata they have or heard. -"What is he talking about!" -"Sister? Did I hear something wrong?" -"Ahh! Guys Harry does have a sister." -"Where did that come from?" -"You guys forgot? We all know that Harry has two younger siblings. One is his sister and the other one is his youngest brother." -"So are you saying that Serene is... No, that can't be true."

You would think there would be some end to her depravity, but she just keeps going deeper. “Bronx, just lis-” “She’s the reason my sister is dead, Milo. Maybe you remember Lenora? She was your mate. That Mavri Magea bitch used magic to slice her almost in half. Sound familiar?” I throw my hands out to the sides and shake my head. Milo has nothing to say. He just stands in front of me, pinching the bridge of his nose with his eyes squeezed shut. If he cries right now, I’m walking away.

Vlad gritted out. Adelena chuckled. "Vlad when you put it in that way then yes, I was the one who struck the final death strike which killed my sister but I wasn't the one who killed her. You see, yes I was jealous of my sister, of the power she possesses and she trying to make peace with all supernatural, example by her getting married to this nondetity," she said pointing at Osiris. "In as much as I hated my sister I wasn't planning to kill her, to take her throne and maybe to find a way to get powers, yes but killing her wasn't on my mind." Samira snorted. "Tell that to the birds, they will believe you quickly."

His words were clipped, like he had already been turning this over in his mind for days. “Do you think Aurora’s half-siblings could have something to do with this?” Damien cut to the chase right away. “After all, they lived with a man who could bring people back from the dead…transfer souls or whatever shit that magic was. You think the two older ones would be strong enough to pull something like this? After all, they had a wicked teacher.”

When we were small, a witch named Sybil predicted that my sister would not live past sixteen. Since then, every eye in the family turned toward her. All the love in that house gathered around Aurora and stopped there. Whatever she wanted, whatever she wanted to do, our parents backed her completely. Every scrap of tenderness and every resource they had went to her, while I was left out in the cold, and the things that should have been mine were handed to her too. Even so, I never complained, not once. I knew my sister was someone to be pitied. Then the day of the prophecy came, the day she turned sixteen, and I was the one who ended up poisoned with wolfsbane, of all people, hanging on the e

Albus explained. “How did you win against the dark witches?” I asked him, enthralled by his story. “Win?” He asked in self-depreciation. “We barely secured victory, and the last sacrifice was almost performed if it had not been for the timely intervention of Issa and his sister,” Albus said with a shake of his head. “He and his sister both lost their parents to the war, you know.” Did Albus know that I was the last sacrifice? Should I even tell him?

Three years ago, on a full moon night, my mother jolted awake at midnight, claiming the Moon Goddess had delivered a prophecy: On the day of my twentieth birthday, the feral gene inside me would spiral out of control. I would shift into a wolf and kill my sister. At first, my parents were skeptical. But after I awakened my wolf at eighteen, my sister would seize up whenever she was near me, clutching her chest and collapsing to the ground in violent fits of gasping. To protect her and force my wolf into dormancy, my parents resorted to every harsh measure they could devise. They poured suppression potions down my throat that ate away at my organs, and clamped a restraining collar around my n