Novel & Cerita How Did Dumbledore's Sister Died

More chaos. But none of it mattered. Only Peculiar my sister did. Finally, after what felt like half my life, a doctor walked towards us. His gloves were stained red. My heart stumbled. “Family of Peculiar…?” he began. I pushed forward before he finished speaking. “I’m her sister.” The doctor’s eyes softened. That was the moment I knew. Something inside me shattered even before he spoke. “I’m very sorry,” he said gently. “We did everything we could. The bullet severed an artery. “She lost too much blood too quickly.” He took a slow breath. “Peculiar didn’t make it.”

he asked His sister? How can he ask about a dead person from a living person? Dora died seventeen years ago and there's no way she can come back to life. "Are you going to tell me about my sister or should I go ahead with my plan?" he asked "Your sister is dead. She died seventeen years ago so please, stop asking me any question about her" I said raising my voice "W...what are you talking about?" he asked with a stutter "My sister and I didn't go to the airport with my mom. Your dad took her in after my mom's death so how can you say she's dead?" he asked

Placed on the table. "Here, here your sister left this with us, and asked us to give it to you in case anything happened to her." I blinked in confusion , "My sister? Lily? In case something…what are you trying to say?" I asked, and entered a state of denial when his eyes grew solemn, his silence screaming the truth before his words ever could. "I'm sorry to have to tell you this, miss. But your sister, Lily, is dead. She was murdered." "what?" I choked out, and suddenly my vision began to blur. The room tilted, and the sound of my heartbeat drowned out everything else.

Even after a decade, we still did not know our neighbours first names and only entered their houses when necessary, which never happened. "Good afternoon," I say making sure to stand a few feet away so the leaves won't land on me. He stops shearing and smiles at me and says a good afternoon, there are wrinkles around his eyes and his hands are heavily veined. "My sister Lucinda died. I just thought that you should know." I can't recognize my voice, is it pain that makes my voice strained?

“Elena is so cold. I have to hold her.” “She's dead,” Grandma said. “Jason, your daughter is dead. She wasn't feeling well, and you didn't believe her. You locked her in the storage room and ignored her. She was alone in there, and she gave up, and she died.” “On her twelfth birthday.” Iris darted out from the corner, grabbed my hand, and started rubbing it frantically. “Sis's hand is freezing,” she sobbed. “Like winter. If we sleep next to each other, we can warm up. We always could before.”

It was small, completely still, and devoid of the vibrant life that usually defined my little sister. The pack doctor doesn't say a word to me as I stand there staring. He doesn't need to say anything because the total silence in the room tells me absolutely everything I need to know. Alex was gone. My little sister was lying dead on a metal table, and I felt like a massive part of my own chest had just been violently ripped out. My grandmother is already in the corner of the room, tears running down her face as she demands loudly that Violet be dragged to the dungeons immediately for murdering the last remaining daughter of their bloodline. Her voice was shrill, cutting through my shock lik

Hazel shrugged and said, "I have taken the seat that she would do everything to have. Of course she sees me as a thorn in her flesh." Hearing that, Holy took her in his arms in a hurry with a nervous expression on his little face. "Sister Hazel, you must be careful. The evil witch and her daughter are vicious. They must have come up with many bad ideas to hurt you. My mother was killed by them. They wanted to kill me too because they are afraid that I will try to get the family inheritance from them once I grow up. Fortunately, Sister Alice has protected me all this time. Otherwise, I wouldn't have survived."

I also didn't give him a reply, not knowing what to say. Both of us went quiet again. Truth be told, I was enjoying the silence. It was peaceful, not uncomfortable. "My sister" He suddenly said, making me snap my head in his direction. "What?" "I can't sleep because every time I close my eyes, I see my sister." He replied without a hint of emotion in his voice nor expression on his face. "Arabella?" He shook his head, "Lily" "Oh you have another sister?" I asked. "Had" he corrected making my eyes widen slightly. "She was killed by Vladimir in front of me."

she murmured, calling for her dead sister’s name, Laura, whose blood was spilt among the blood of the other witches and wizards in the city – to which is her nightmare until now. She could still vividly remember the mutilated corpses of her kin when she finally reached the place where they held the ritual. Along with those corpses were her sister’s corpse, which was the worst. Hatred and sorrow filled her heart, to which made her slaughter those mortals who were chasing her that day. She already killed some of them, so it was no problem if she would kill more! “Sister…” the witch sniffled as she curled up on the hammock while her body shuddered after the cold, late night wind blew and touche

“Elsa, please…” “If you do, if I find out that even by the slightest bit you watched me or you tried to contact me, I swear to the heavens, Kian, I would kill myself.” She cleaned the tears that flowed down, it felt like my heart was being shattered into pieces. “You were right all along, Your sister died because of you, everywhere you go, death follows, don’t you see that?” “Elsa..” Drops of blood rolled from my palms to the ground, I dug my fingernails into my palms without knowing.