What Is Dumbledore's Brother's Name Novels & Stories

Evan's expression remained unreadable. "What about him?" He asked and the man replied. "He was attacked three nights ago.... He sustained a gunshot wound." Evan slowly set the whiskey glass down. "And?" "He survived... The doctors say he'll recover." Evan chuckled. A low... Almost amused sound. "Lucky him." The man remained silent because he knew that tone, it never meant anything good. Evan walked toward the large window. "So..." "My dear brother is finally bleeding." His reflection smiled. "Who did it?"

Nyra stared at the screen blankly for a few seconds before raising an eyebrow, “Why am I looking at a picture of Professor Moore?” Elara turned her head sharply to her friend, tears pooling in her eyes, “That's my brother” Nyra inhaled loudly, the sound harsh in the quiet of the room, like she’d been punched in the chest. “What the fuck.”

Draco had not found the mastermind since he missed the right time to investigate the issue. Draco had a feeling it was one of his mafia lords, but he couldn't be sure since they were like a brotherhood and he was their leader. Even though he knew some of them wanted to rebel and he had put measures in place so that even if they decided to betray him, it would be like using a double-edged sword, both sides were deadly.

“Mine,” came a roar from against the tree as far away from the shift circle as one could possibly get. Faith stood there in wolf form, with a scent of river water and fresh rain hitting her like a large wave. Harrison. She ran in her wolf form as fast as she could to take her back to the packhouse, knowing that that scent could only belong to one wolf. He had been her tormentor and was her second-oldest stepbrother, Harrison, her father's chosen successor.

Right in front of me stood the man from the night, the one who took his time to ruin me in and out even if I could barely recall his name. I thought my heart had already gone through its strain this week, but nothing could have prepared me for what I heard next. “Please meet Ezekiel– my brother,”

“Okay. I agree I pushed you. But what of Professor David? Who pushed him to his death?” Silence. I watch the colour drain out of her face. Got ya. The crowd exchanges looks. “Who the hell is Professor David?” one yells. I smirk. “Professor David,” I say, “is a father, uncle and… as it has been obviously stated, a professor. For decades, he dedicated his career to the well-being of students. Everyone loved him. Students saw him as a father, guardian, mentor until…” I pause, gazing hard in Lily’s direction. “Lily Webster came into the picture.”

His words were clipped, like he had already been turning this over in his mind for days. “Do you think Aurora’s half-siblings could have something to do with this?” Damien cut to the chase right away. “After all, they lived with a man who could bring people back from the dead…transfer souls or whatever shit that magic was. You think the two older ones would be strong enough to pull something like this? After all, they had a wicked teacher.”

“Let it go, Elder Arthur. I'm sure Charles' great-brother only meant what he said. We all know a big brother should have more discretion.” The effects of last night's ritual were still eating away at the magic flowing through my veins, astonishingly Darwin suddenly woke up from his slumber and stirred in anger. The same thing never failed to happen every time I met my brother, William Vermilion. For as long as we could remember, the two of us had been brothers who had never been blessed with brotherhood.

His uncles son. But our family knew full well that I was not borne from my father's loin. I was the result of conjugal relationship between Lord Gus and my characterless mother. Draco was not my cousin but a half brother. I stormed out without stopping for even a word. Blasting off towards the Northern Frontier seemed like such a relief. I crossed the landscape with lighting speed. That has always been my speciality. I moved several layers up above. From there I could clearly see the damage the wild Hounds had made on the Norther Wall.

Claire tried to recall the name. Dorian was off the table and beside me in a flash. He stood as if he was about to kill anyone who came close to me. "... Ah, it's Malfoy," Claire announced as she remembered who the caller was. "He's been calling all day, and says it's urgent." "Malfoy?" Dorian repeated. He was staring at the phone as if it was his enemy. "It's my brother," I announced. His body relaxed, and he glanced at me as if to confirm. "My younger brother." I repeated, then he smiled.