Novel & Cerita Who Is Dumbledore's Brother

The ballroom continued around her—music, laughter, the soft clink of crystal—but all of it felt distant, muffled, as though she stood behind glass. A hand settled at the small of her back. Damien. He turned her gently toward him, eyes sharp as they searched her face. “What did he say to you?” Elena forced a small breath. “Never mind. He said nothing.” Damien’s gaze did not soften. “Whatever he said, stay away from him. He’s more evil than the devil.” She looked up. “Who is he?” “My father’s brother.” Damien’s voice dropped, controlled and cold. “He tried to usurp my position years ago. He’s only still breathing inside these walls because I allow it.”

Charlie replied confidently. Albus's face changed slightly, and asked, "You're going to fight him?" As it turned out, Charlie and Albus shared the same lineage—Charlie was his senior brother. "Yes," Charlie said, his tone calm but decisive. "All the signs have suggested that the kid has advanced to an Earthly Immortal. It's time to end this."

I grin at him, and he purses his lips into a smirk, not talking back. “Mr. Scott,” James Deep makes way and Oliver Scott follows us out, and so does Damian Vanderbilt. I follow them, and can’t help but throw peeks at him from the side. This man is my brother? Biological one? Like Gabriel to Ava? He is taller than Gabriel, but not as bulky. He wears thin glasses, but somehow I just feel like he is not any less a fighter than Gabriel. What would it be like if he was as protective of his sister as Gabriel of Ava?

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.”

One of their leaders was down and only Damon was left standing. Damon howled in pain and I faintly registered that Aaron was his brother and he was dead. My gut churned at the thought that one of my half-brothers was dead and I never even had the chance to know him. And I had plans to kill the other one too. It was a good thing I had no idea where the girl was otherwise, she would have bled here on this forest floor.

I shrugged defensively. “You didn’t meet Darklord in the chapel. The one who tried to assault you was Cerberus! He is the brother of M..." She was going to call the Darklord by his name, but she stopped altering her choice of words. "He is Darklord’s brother, the most mischievous bastard! And you are actually sharing bad news with me. He was trapped in that chapel," She said, and I interrupted. "What do you mean he was?" I asked with confusion.

He doesn't answer , instead he brushes past me to the centre of the hall to stand beside Callum. My stomach tighten. What's going on? “I guess I should introduce myself properly, I am Dorian Darkwood. Leonidas's brother.” Blood drains from my face.

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.

A sickening feeling lashes through me, and I stare at him in horror. No. Remus appears outside the cell, grinning like he's won the lottery. He's dressed in royal robes. "Well, well," he drawls. "Look what my brother caught for me." Brother. My heart disintegrates even further. I look between both of them, praying that somehow Remus is playing with me. But them being so close to each other, the resemblance is striking. Thalor is Remus's brother. "Nobody runs from me, little Gamma." Remus steps closer to the bars, his smile widening. "Did you really think you could escape? That I wouldn't find you?"

Amelia said again, and this time her voice cracked in the middle of the word. "Arthur's own brother," Gregory said. "Not Marcus. Their older brother, Edmund. The one nobody in this family speaks about anymore, because he died less than a year after your grandmother did, and everyone simply agreed it was easier to let that particular branch of the family disappear from the story entirely." Amelia's mind reeled, trying to fit one more name into a story that already felt impossibly crowded with them. "Nobody's mentioned Edmund. Not once. Not Samuel, not Marcus, not even you until this exact second."