How Did Dumbledore's Sister Died Novels & Stories

“Does dad know?” She was quiet for a moment. “He found out after your sister died,” she admitted, breaking her eye contact with Ruby and staring down at the ground, defeat written all over her face. “I tried to keep it from him as well. When she got into that car accident, I did what I could to help her. I used every bit of magic in me, but I wasn’t enough. She was too far gone and as much as I tried, I couldn’t bring someone back who is on the verge or past the point of death. It’s not in the Goddess’s will. There was nothing I could do. Your father was there when I tried, and he had many questions for me. I had ot tell him the truth.”

Zelda, his sister, rushed to his side, her heart shattering at the sight before her. With trembling hands, Zelda knelt beside her fallen brother, her eyes filled with tears that mirrored the anguish in her soul. She cradled his head, whispering words of love and solace, knowing that her voice could no longer reach him. The battle that raged around them seemed distant, muted by the profound loss they had suffered. The once indomitable warrior lay lifeless, his spirit extinguished in the midst of their fight for survival.

he said. Bellatrix held the cross in her fist and shook her head. She knew what would happen if she ripped it up. The young man gritted his teeth. "Well,then let her die. Kill the sister." "No, no. Don't kill her. I'm throwing it," Bellatrix assured. Sister Valerie's tears added to the woman's joy. Suddenly, a beautiful young woman with red hair appeared beside Haledul and the woman, and the appealing smile on her face faded away as she screamed violently.

How could mother and I have been so blind? "Where is Sister Edith?" I ask Sheila. Sheila hangs her head in shame. "I am afraid she has passed onto the next life." Tears begin to burn my eyes as I think about the fact that Sister Edith is gone. "Which one of you killed her?" I demand to know. "None of us," Sheila says quietly. "We bound her powers and without her magic to keep her alive her age caught up with her."

Axel growls at the idea of me being in the clutches of the rebel rogue group. “I appreciate your concern but I can take care of myself!” I sigh, this really was getting ridiculous now. Didn’t I prove I could fight! “My sister…she was incredible. Beautiful, smart, witty yet a bloody nightmare when it came to the rules. I was eighteen when she died, she was fifteen. I was away training when rogues infiltrated the lycan school. The rogues planted a bomb and it went off as the kids entered the school canteen. Her injuries were too severe for her healing to work.”

"It's true." "How did she die then?" "She was pushed off the balcony." The words came out stronger than I felt. Miyori shook her head slowly. "Your father followed the case tightly. Your sister was high on Moonshine. She teetered too close to the edge of the balcony and she fell. Because of the nature of the drug, her wounds did not heal, and the trauma and bleeding took her from this world. It is tragic, but it is not sinister. Your father would have called it out for what it was if that was the case."

It is as if she has erased me from her world. I have heard stories. Rumors that a young witch helped King Alexander dethrone his own sister. I never gave it much thought before. But now, I see the truth. That witch was my sister. If she would just face me… I only have one question for her. Did she play a part in our parents' deaths? I have thought about their deaths for years, turning over every possibility in my mind. Our father was the strongest Alpha and the greatest King. He couldn’t have just died. Not without a greater force behind it.

"How did you kill her? Dark witches were too powerful to be killed with holy water and there was no protector then" "I used a little trick a friend taught me. I took a bottle and I put some bent pin in it with Alison's hair and urine,leaves and wool were also added. Mixing them together and burying it with my powers. She died after crossing over the place I buried it.That's how I killed my own sister,Ava we can't wait till your baby starts killing every individual in this family. You understand?" "Wait godmother. If your hair was born white,how's it black now?"

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.

Half an hour later, I stepped into the dining hall with my usual trepidation. Five years had passed, but I’d never forgotten how I’d seen my own brother Caulder—dead with a sword wound in his back—laid upon the long table in here. Or my cousin Soren, who’d been disemboweled ten feet away for killing Caulder. Or Yasmin—Vienne’s sister—whom I’d murdered, turning to dust with magic power, not but minutes after Soren’s demise.