How Did Dumbledore's Sister Died Novels & Stories

"Damon. What's going on?" "I just called Kendal because Matt reamed me for being a dick." He glanced at my mom. "Sorry, Karen." "Don't mind me." She got up and walked around them, leaving them standing in the doorway. "What's going on with Kendal?" Fear danced in the center of Bethany's chest. "His sister died today." Damon closed his eyes and took a shallow breath. "I was such a cock to him the last time we spoke, but to hear him crying on the phone a few minutes ago…"

Harry sneered, “She is not my sister. She is our enemy. Dad, didn’t you want her die in the past? Justice from God. She was injured in the explosion because God could not stand anymore and punished in this way.” I let out a long sigh. Looking at me, Harry was a little unhappy. “Dad, why are you sad for her? Think about how she treated us. If it weren’t for her, our family would not have been turned to out like this. It would be good things if she died.”

Vlad gritted out. Adelena chuckled. "Vlad when you put it in that way then yes, I was the one who struck the final death strike which killed my sister but I wasn't the one who killed her. You see, yes I was jealous of my sister, of the power she possesses and she trying to make peace with all supernatural, example by her getting married to this nondetity," she said pointing at Osiris. "In as much as I hated my sister I wasn't planning to kill her, to take her throne and maybe to find a way to get powers, yes but killing her wasn't on my mind." Samira snorted. "Tell that to the birds, they will believe you quickly."

At the center of the burned earth was a pile of ash and charred bone fragments that the magic confirmed was all that remained of Sophia Kingston. "No," I whispered, falling to my knees beside the remains of my sister. "No, no, no, this can't be happening." The scream that tore from my throat echoed through the forest, raw and primal and filled with a grief that threatened to tear me apart from the inside. Birds fled from nearby trees, and small animals scurried away from the sound of my anguish. Sophia was dead. My difficult, manipulative, sometimes cruel sister was dead, burned to ash by someone who had then left her remains scattered in the middle of nowhere like garbage.

As he returned to work, I brought him a glass of water, when he just happened to reach out. We touched each other, but he withdrew his hand first and pretended like nothing happened. "Your sister won't survive." There was no doubt about it—anyone who could be objective would be able to see that there was no hope for my sister. Even with that mysterious spell that kept her alive despite losing almost all of her blood, it was just pointless. Two weeks later, the cops found her dried-up corpse in the middle of the street, every last drop of fluid drained out of her body.

"I'm sorry for neglecting you in the past, Lucy. I'll treat you well from now on." I struck while the iron was hot and tried to hold back my tears as I asked, "You wanted to know how my sister died, right?" I clutched his collar tightly and took in his heavy expression while revealing the festering wound in my heart. "My sister's name was Lila White. She was beaten to death by Rachel and the rest of her evil entourage while bound, so she couldn't retaliate. "They gave her an internal hemorrhage and ruptured her skull with their violence! She died from the pain after suffering inhumane torment!"

If she was dead, why did Conrad make it look like she was alive? Shock slammed into me so hard that I turned away from him instinctively, trying to hide the horror on my face. "It's been years since your sister died, Louis. She died on the night when you and her turned one. Rogues attacked the Supreme Alpha's Castle on the night of the celebrations." I quickly turned to Dylan. "What did you just say?" I asked, unable to believe that my kind attacked the Supreme Alpha. "Why are you acting like you don't know? I know you were just one year old then, but I myself wasn't even born then. It was my father who told me about it. Didn't the Supreme Alpha tell you what happened to your twin sister?" D

Harry said when we stopped in front of the door to the room she was in. My chest tightened, and my legs gave out. Quickly, I held on to the wall for support. My sister died while giving birth. That knowledge would haunt me for the rest of my life. Harry placed his hand on my back. “Are you okay? We don't have to see her right now,” he said, but I shook my head and slowly straightened myself. “I am here already. What is the use of delay?” He removed his hand from my back. I inhaled sharply to calm my beating heart. It didn't work.

"Henry's mom is not dead; it's been confirmed." "I told you the other day, she won't die that easily. She practices a lot of black magic. Back then in the castle, after your mom died, I caught her, and that's the reason she killed your sister and me. That day, they chased your sister and me until we got to a cliff. Your sister fell down the cliff, while I managed to hold on. I didn't expect her to follow me there; she thought I was dead, so she left me." "So you never saw her dead body? All these years I've concluded that she's dead. If you didn't find her corpse, then there's a possibility that she's alive."

she said, and my father's eyes snapped wide. I also looked at her, shocked. The person she is talking about is my father's twin sister. She died twenty years ago from an evil spell, and since then my father has refused to bury her, because he couldn't accept her death. And since we are immortal, it takes a lot of decades for our bodies to decay. "How do you know about my sister?" my father asked, his eyes becoming misty. He might be cruel, but his sister was his weakness... not even my mother or me.