Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Sister

"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."

Her coy, deceitful nature repulsed me, yet she clung to me like a shadow. At our graduation party, she deliberately fell down a staircase in front of me. When everyone rushed over, her tearful accusations painted me as a cruel bully. I'd never forget the way Mitchell held her protectively that day, his gaze filled with disappointment, anger, and disdain as he looked at me. "You've let me down. I wish I didn't have a sister like you." But I didn't push her. That day, I waited at home for hours for Mitchell. He didn't come back. He didn't even answer my calls.

She added and I just smiled. “Isn’t it for the best, at least he brought me to my babies,” I said as I stroked her hair happily. “Where’s your sister?” I asked and she just smiled. “She’s in Ravenclaw, with Grandpa Boyd and Phil,” she answered and my eyes grew wide. “So why are you here, all alone?” I asked, and then I looked at her clothes, she’s wearing the same uniform maids wore. “Were you captured?” I asked as I began to fret about what must have happened to her.

I hope she didn’t burn my house down, just to spite me. “Why wouldn’t you have a home?” He asks intrigued. “I don’t know my little sister might sell everything I own, or burn it all.” I say and he looks at me confused. “And why would she do that?” He asks starring at me. “My sister is a handful” Say as explanation and I can see him wrecking his brain trying to figure out what I’m saying. “I don’t have any siblings so I can’t relate.” He says and I hate him a little. I wish I was him; he’s responsible for him and no one else. The freedom.

Just two eyeholes staring back at me like empty sockets. I had thought they were done following me. "You're braver than your sister," they said, the distorted voice crackling through what sounded like a voice changer. "She cried. Begged, even. It was pathetic, really." The words hit me like a physical blow. Your sister. She cried. She begged. This person had been there. This person had seen Alice die. This person might have been the one who held her under. "Who are you?" I demanded, stepping forward.

I would've died if a colleague of mine hadn't come looking for me when I couldn't be reached. When I regained consciousness, I told Mom what happened. All she said was, "The fact that Amy treated you that way goes to show just how much of a failure you've been as a sister. You must've pissed her off with the things you said. Otherwise, why would she hate you so much?" All at once, I felt as though I'd been plunged into an icy pool of water. I was chilled to the bone. "Even if I'd been the worst sister alive, did that give Amy the right to kill me?"

He pushed her to the side and yelled, "Don't you dare touch the mother of my son, you crazy woman. I'll make sure you pay heavily for it if you do." Denise's body was already frail, and Simon's push only caused her to stumble several feet away. She fell, sitting on the floor, and she looked incredulously at Simon. "Simon, it's me, Denise! I'm Denise, the woman you love!" "Shut up! Who do you think you are? The woman I love is Eliza, and I'm your brother-in-law! I haven't come after you yet for lying to me that Eliza was pregnant with a girl."

“I think I just had a social stroke.” Sienna was still staring at me. “Fiona. Your sister Fiona.” “Mm-hm.” “Is engaged to Zachary de Sanctis.” “Unfortunately, not a Zachary who works at a gym and has bad tattoos.” Arianna covered her mouth with two fingers. Her nails were dark red. Very beautiful for someone whose soul was currently leaving her body. Sienna placed the back of her hand on the table, then pulled it back again. Like she needed to touch something, but the table was too real.

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.

I was supposed to be the hopeless romantic marrying into high society, but my younger sister couldn't stop copying everything I did. When I tried on wedding dresses, she tried them on too. When I put on diamond rings, she wore them too. When I called Elliot my fiancé, she turned around and called him the same. Until one day, I overheard a conversation between her and Mom. "If your sister refuses to marry him, you can take her place. The position of Mrs. Fitzgerald shouldn't go to someone else." I smiled. After all, I had been lying to them, with zero intention of marrying Elliot. Trying on wedding dresses was just to make her jealous. Wearing diamond rings was to set the bait. Even havi