Novel & Cerita Dumbledore's Family Tree

Marie teared up again. "My father holds no power over the Jonan family anymore, Uncle Greg, and Grandpa said all those years ago that his collection would go to my father. Are you going to watch Dad die just like that?" "I…" Greg had always resented Albus deeply. The two of them were brothers, but Albus was the youngest out of five sons and their father had always favored him the most, leaving all his prized possessions to Albus. This had greatly angered the other four brothers, including Greg, and the four of them had thus hatched this plan. Albus was currently deeply ill, and it would not be long before he ended up dead.

"What else haven't you told me?" This was it. The moment I'd been dreading. "The Council is led by five Alphas who've been operating in secret for over a century," I said. "And one of them is Theodore." Kieran's head snapped up. "Your uncle?" "He's not really my uncle—or rather, he is, but he's also much older than he appears." "He's been using dark magic to extend his life. He was there from the beginning, Kieran. He helped found the Purist Council. And he personally arranged my parents' murder."

Dumbledore said, made a small pause, and then continued. "The Dark Lord then took note of the pregnant couples that had fought against him in the time and that had the birth of their child foreseen for the end of July. Two couples matched the circumstances; The Potters and the Longbottoms. The young Death Eater, who had made the report of the prophecy, then took notice that one of the women targeted was his sweetheart since childhood, and came to me, asking that I help her." Dumbledore made a pause while some students passed by them, and continued talking.

"Bring him home sometime. You speak so highly of him. I would like to meet him." * * * "Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.

Professor snapes said with a smile as Gao Yu kept mute. “Anyway I called you for something, how did you learn the second verse of the ritual recitation?” Professor snapes asked. “I Don’t know, I found out I know it when you started reciting it” Gao Yu said nothing but the truth. “I see, you are really among the children involved in the ritual years ago, why must my little sister die though? Professor snapes said smiling as a drop of tear dropped down his eyes, his little sister has been among those affected by the ritual, she was the very last person he could call a close family, she was six when the ritual took place, he can still remember how the little girl shivered after reciting the rit

This seems more serious than what I thought, "Are we going to need the bourbon again?" Dad laughs, "It is serious but not in the same way. Come on, sit." "OK, what's with all the books and scrolls?" I take a seat on the sofa. Dad unrolls one of the scrolls. I look at it, and I see some names I recognize. Then I see mine, and I have two lines coming from my name, one going to Tate with an X through his name and one going to Gideon. It's a family tree—a really old one. "As you can see, it's our family tree. I want you to look carefully at all the daughters in the Alpha direct line." I look closer a few generations before dad.

The house of Dal from the south and the house of Sif from the northwest. Unlike the rest of the nobility, these two families realized early on that with the new power of magic things would change. And while the other young lords remained in their fancy classical schools, the Dal and Sif families sent their descendants, those who were blessed with a spark, to new wizarding academies. Although the spark did not discriminate, blood seemed to matter. If someone had the spark, it was common for their family members to have it as well. The stronger the spark in them, the greater the chance that their bloodline would produce an equally strong or even stronger sorcerer.

After careful minutes of thinking, I finally asked a question I had no interest in knowing the answer to. "You said something about the Walker's history being complex, why's that?" I asked. It wasn't as if I didn't know already, I did. A conversation was the only thing that could keep the moodiness away. Nana looked at me and coughed, smiling. I knew in that instance that she liked to talk about this a lot. "You've met the whole family apart from both parents." She began. "From the eldest to the youngest, that is like saying, from Sky to Alex,are the Grace's of Gryffindor. You know, the royal thing."

Even so, he was still the interim and could basically get whatever he wanted. The Longbottom family was superior compared to the Fisher family. Despite the position of the Fisher family’s matriarch falling to Belinda’s hands, it had returned to the previous matriarch’s bloodlines decades later. With living proof that such things could happen, Mr. Longbottom was anxious.

“Benedict didn’t get the chance to know his family. Before you go condemning him. Think about all the work we have put into our relationships with Ivory and Sapphire. Look at what my aunt’s lies did to them and their relationship with each other.” Both men looked sheepish as their mates came to stand with Ebony. They’d grown up believing Sapphire’s parents were dead, and she was not wanted in her aunt and uncle’s home. Ivory was spoilt and thought she was Sapphire’s cousin. It was all a gigantic ball of confusion and the family tree to a few odd turns. Which meant no one blinked an eye at this situation. The girl’s mother and aunt were sisters and witches. Their fathers were brothers and wol