How Did Dumbledore's Sister Died Novels & Stories

Sabrina finally spoke up like I didn’t just ask how to end my sister. “I just asked a very important question which is how I will actually end her. My sister. Amanda!” I repeated myself and the voice hesitated for a moment before it spoke up. “You see, the problem with you is that you are so quick to dive. But not to worry, your mother was that way too. She eventually came to understand that the world of magic had due process you have to follow so you can make progress. And I just say she died an honorable death. May her dust Rest In Peace with the ancestors,” the voice said and I kept mute.

I suddenly miss my mom. "Lady Zariya?" He nodded. "Your mother. The sister of Queen Arcadia." I nodded lightly, a small smile on my face. It's heartbreaking to think that she died even in another world. "How did she die?" I saw his hesitation to answer that. "The queen killed her." My eyes widened. "What?" For some unknown reason, a little anger seemed to pass through my heart. I think it's because of sympathy. "But they're sisters. Why did the queen kill her?"

She paused for a moment as thoughts flashed into her mind. "You do know that spell didn't kill most of the witches right?" the wizard was surprised. "How did you know of the spell?" He asked "I was your student in my world, you taught me the art of magic; your sister here had died prior to my time, and you were the last wizard left. We met in a very uneventful situation where you recognized your sister in me and since then, you became very important in my life" the Wizard grabbed his staff from the floor and approached Valerie.

"Sometimes I wake up and for a split second, I forget I'm free. I expect to feel his weight in the bed next to me, or hear him yelling from the other room." "That's trauma. It takes time to heal." "How do you know so much about this?" Thomas was quiet for a long moment, swirling the whiskey in his glass. "My sister." The simple statement hung between us. "Her husband put her in the hospital twice before she finally left him. I spent three years watching the strongest person I know disappear piece by piece." His jaw tightened. "I tried to convince her to leave earlier, but she wasn't ready. When she finally was, I helped her pack while he was at work and drove her to a women's shelter two sta

I shook my head, there was no possible way. "My sister was murdered by that evil king. We didn't get to see her body. She wasn't even given a proper burial. Do you have any idea the grief my parents had to go through just from that?" The name Cara had come up quite frequently since my arrival at the castle. It always carried an air of mystery and secrecy. It gave me questions that I'd never dared to ask but it seemed everything was unraveling now.

I knew she still hated me. My mother had given birth to a triplet. When we were eight, my second sister, Vanessa, was pushed down a flight of stairs and died from the fall. Back then, she held my sister's body and screamed at me, "You monster! I'll have you thrown in jail!" she cried. Alas, I wasn't sent away to juvenile detention even after she was armed to the teeth with the best lawyers available, as I was too young back then. She hated me to the point she cut ties with me and took my older sister, Angel, away, abandoning me.

I replied taking her through the dark, wet, and musty tunnels. If I wasn't particularly careful, I would be hung. My father, Alpha Talbot thinks I killed my sister, Lily. Her mate, Jace died from a broken heart so I'm blamed for his death as well. It was Vincent's doing just as I believe Jace's little sister, Jamie was really sold to an Earl.

When we were small, a witch named Sybil predicted that my sister would not live past sixteen. Since then, every eye in the family turned toward her. All the love in that house gathered around Aurora and stopped there. Whatever she wanted, whatever she wanted to do, our parents backed her completely. Every scrap of tenderness and every resource they had went to her, while I was left out in the cold, and the things that should have been mine were handed to her too. Even so, I never complained, not once. I knew my sister was someone to be pitied. Then the day of the prophecy came, the day she turned sixteen, and I was the one who ended up poisoned with wolfsbane, of all people, hanging on the e

"I turned back from Edinburgh. I had an awful feeling" "I'm sorry, Tate," Brock said on a sigh, the sound so very world-weary. "Your sister is gone." Mr. Tate's face fell, and he looked to the burning castle. "In there?" Brock nodded. "She She went mad. Tried to kill us all." Mr. Tate looked to the ground. "Then it was even worse than I feared." "You knew?"

Then a strange thing had happened at the house of the fifth sister -yes, each of them had a specific number they held. I remembered staring at the charred body of the woman in bemusement. One hour ago, she was a voluptuous Mediterranean woman who had just celebrated her 45th birthday. One hour ago, she’d been flinging spells with lethal accuracy and a rage befitting of the psychopaths she descended from both without the power they had exhibited. She had been tough to put down though, that much I’ll admit. If she hadn’t taken the second to gloat, Lilya would not have been able to sneak up on her. Now, she was an empty husk as the fire that had consumed her flesh sizzled out. I hadn’t stayed t