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He was going to kill Harry but he just wanted to be sure, he wanted to know if his sister was really here. "A gullible one she was. Came running to me for help, claiming she had no one else." Harry chuckled. My chest tightened as I heard him speak about Dante's sister like that. I could only imagine that Dante was having a much difficult time controlling his anger. "Of course I had to help her like I help other girls. It's a pity she didn't last very long." "I didn't even get to touch her before she died from heart failure or something." Harry continued and now I was sure he just wanted more than to piss Dante off.

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?

I asked hoping to not be pulling at a scab, but I was intrigued, where another sigh left his lips as he looked down at my head. “She was poisoned with an odd substance, it was not wolfsbane or silver, but a substance the doctors had not seen before. They wanted to run more tests, but my sister refused, she did not want to spend her final moments in a hospital getting poked, she wanted to return home. She passed away three days later in her room, during her last moments she wanted to look her best so explained to me how to do these plaits, which is why I am able to do them to you.” He smiled recalling the final moments of his sister's life, which sounded beyond awful, she knew there was nothi

I remember fighting the urge to cry. I also remember storming out of the headmaster's office and Nik following me. He tried to calm me down. But my mind was already too crowded with grief to even reason out. "That's a sick joke, Nik," I struggled to find my own voice, shocked with the news of my sister's death. He shook his head, his tears falling from his eyes non-stop. "She died from childbirth before the sun broke this morning. Alexei said Mother wants to claim the body and has left home to go to the Vandenbergs."

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!’

Hogwarts Castle, Somewhere in the Scottish Highlands November 23rd, 1992, 1:28 PM Susan was a woman on a mission. During the morning, she had a long talk with her sister, Susan, about what she had found last night, more precisely, about Susan's Diadem. It was a pretty emotional talk between the sisters. Susan had told Susan, half millennia ago, that she had hidden her Diadem for posteriority before she was killed, but she had no idea that the boy that she had told her history decades before had found and corrupted one of her most prized possessions while living. Or even worse, that he had brought it back and hidden it inside the castle. She was devastated. Susan managed to calm her sister do

I said. She smiled, pulling her hand out of her sleeve and placing it on mine, a welcome warmth. To Higgins, she said, “My sister Dalia—that’s the name my parents were going to give her—died at birth. It might as easily have been me.” She returned her gaze to me. “But losing a sister you never knew is not the same as losing someone very close to you. I can’t imagine the pain of losing a daughter I have loved and been loved by.” “Nor can I,” Higgins said quietly. “May I ask what happened?”

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.

Derek didn’t even bat an eye as he tightened the vines, the sound of a mournful scream echoed in the distance before blood and flesh gushed out of the vines that had twisted around Carlisle's body. “You!” Alyssa turned to look at Derek. Her eyes flashed cruelly, she looked at Derek and sneered, “You killed your brother? Mavis was right, you have always been a stain on my blood.” When Derek heard her words, he calmly glanced at the woman. He said, “I might be a stain in the name of the dark witches and wizards but what about you, Father? You have killed your sister not to mention how many families have you ruined. No matter what, compared to you, I am still nothing.”

Hermione did not harbor much sadness when faced with the death of her master. She had also watched with her own eyes how the Yggdrasil family had been struck to death by lightning just now, including her grandfather, her parents, and her sister, among others. If she were an ordinary person, she would have probably been bawling her eyes out bitterly. However, Hermione didn’t shed a single drop of tear. It was as though those relatives of hers meant nothing. In actuality, that was likely true.