Does Harry Potter Have A Sister Novels & Stories

My voice rose up a notch. “You think I would let those girls into my father’s house?” Hector gave me a weird look and I must admit, I did sound a bit stupid. “Where is all of this coming from? I thought we were passed it.” “We were but now I want to know who those girls are.” I told him. Hector chuckled then shook his head. “Hermione. I was with them before you and I were even an item. They are not in my life anymore. I cut ties with them.”

"You might have cast a spell over my brother, but I'm warning you. Leave my mother alone. I don't know what you're planning, but keep her out of it. I don't want you hurting her like you did my brother." "What makes you think I'm planning anything?" She asked, tilting her head to the side. "You're Hermione Windsor. You're always wrecking someone's life. That's what you do best.” Hermione took a step back, maintaining a soft smile. "As my husband's only sibling, I really wanted us to be on good terms. But it seems you're not willing because of some misconceptions you’ve heard about me. I understand that, but you could at least speak to me respectfully."

And also made sure I saw him again and was intoxicated by his scent once more. Convincing my father was easy. It pained me that it had to be my sister. But I knew it could never be me. He hated me. And besides, I was the heir of the powerful clan of Dragon. At twenty-five, I would have a mate and rule the Clan in my father's place. I could not be seen involved in a forbidden romance. So if I had to watch him from afar through the lens of my sister's marriage. So be it. "Aren't you rather quite unusually happy tonight!" Helena had caught me with slight smiles throughout the meeting together with Aiden.

Aerys. We were about to step out again when the door suddenly opened, and standing there was my baby sister, Iris. She was holding Harry's hand. I took a step back at the relief that washed over me. A bright smile grew on my face, and before I knew it, she jumped into my arms.

"So tell me about your sister, what kind of person is she? " "Riele is the best sister in the world but not a very good communicator. She was when we were younger but now, she's too occupied. I sometimes wish I have a brother or someone I could talk to most times." "Are there things you want to talk about to your sister? " Harry nodded. "A lot but she's never available for a talk. I know it's because she is trying to take care of us but then, I just need my sister."

My sister and I were both reborn on the day we were adopted. In our first life, she fought to be chosen by the wealthy Blackwood family, convinced she was about to become a spoiled heiress. I was adopted by a working-class couple instead. I survived on scholarships and part-time jobs, put myself through college, and eventually married the Blackwood heir—the same man who had always hated her. Three days after my wedding, my sister ran me down with her car. So when we got a second chance, she immediately chose the family that had adopted me before. She thought that if she copied my poverty, my hard work, and every hardship I had endured, Adrian Blackwood would fall for her the way he had once

She guessed she would never know why, especially because she couldn't read his mind. "Hazel, concentrate" he whispered. She closed her eyes and he stared at her, questions brewing in his mind. What was she if she wasn't a red blood? She didn't have blue eyes like the Sapphirans. Neither did she have black or red eyes like the black bloods. Did she even know the truth about her identity? He guessed not. He reached into her mind mentally until he could see what she saw. He opened a portal and at once, he could see Hazel's brother, Shade.

Winona did not believe me and even thought I was a conwoman. "Who are you? Why should I believe you? Yvonne is my best friend. Why would she poison me? Harass me any further and I'll call the police." I looked at her and said, "I'm Yvonne's younger sister, Greta. If you don't believe me, look into her bag. The poison is in there." Winona did not believe me and laughed coldly. "You're Yvonne's sister? She has never mentioned having a sister. You didn't even bother to make up a good lie."

Author Pov Harry sighed seeing his sister in front of him glaring at him with a murderous gaze. It’s not like he didn’t expect this to happen. He knew he has to reveal this to his sister soon. “Rose go back to your room,” Harry ordered Rose making her flinch at his sudden command. Amelia turned her face towards Rose who with her slightly trembling legs went to her room. Amelia didn’t stop her but still couldn’t help but notice her trembling hands. She seems scared.

She seemed excited and was giving me an expectant look. As if there was anything more that I can give her! I simply smiled at her politely as I don’t even have the right words to say to her. I want to die. I want to crawl into a hole and hide. Someone, please bury me so I can avoid embarrassing myself even further. This girl is not my sister. She’s a blonde Hermione Granger. ‘Master?’ Custard came to my side and poked my hand. ‘Not now, buddy. I’m devastated. My sister is a fricking genius to master the use of magic before me! She’s on her way to Hogwarts while I have to stay in the basement!’