When The World Burns

Twins

Harry froze for a moment before throwing his head back with a huff. Why does weird shit always happen to me?? He thought before facing the man in front of him again. "So, Death..." The man held up his hand causing Harry to pause. "My true name is Azrael, Master." He nodded. "Okay Azrael, what happens next?" Azrael smiled softly. "I would like to begin by introducing you to your sister." Harry leaned forward in shock. "I…. I have a sister?" "Yes, Master. She would have been your twin sister but she was murdered the day you were born" Harry frowned. "What do you mean she was murdered?" "On the day you were born your parents were only expecting one child, you. Your sister, Elizabeth Rose Potter, was born 10 minutes after you at 12:09 a.m. on August first. Your parents were overjoyed at the unexpected surprise but Dumbledore was not. You see he had plans for you . He wanted to create a weapon that would sacrifice themself to take down Voldemort and leave him with all the fame and glory he 'deserved' as the one to train you. Your sister was not a part of that plan. So that night he erased all traces of Elizabeth and obliviated your parents. Then he used her as a sacrifice in a ritual to become immortal." "He used her as a sacrifice." Harry spoke calmly, keeping a tight lid on his building anger. "Yes, Master. Would you like a minute to calm down while I collect Elizabeth?" "Yes, please. Thank you Azrael." "It's a pleasure to serve, Master." Harry smiled softly as Azrael left the room. To say that Harry was furious was a grave understatement. He was completely enraged. A man he trusted, that his parents trusted, wiped away the memory of a child he murdered, not only murdered but sacrificed. Harry's own sister!!! Of course Voldemort tried to kill a child as well but he had done that in order to protect himself. Self preservation was something Harry understood completely. But to think Dumbledore would murder a child simply because it didn't fit into his plans and on top of that use the poor thing in a ritual. The thought of what had happened to his little sister almost made him weep. Before he could stop it, Harry lost control of his magic. It took 20 minutes before Harry could collect himself. He looked around with a sigh. The once beautiful room was completely destroyed. A soft knock pulled him out of his thoughts. Harry looked up as Azrael led a beautiful red-headed woman into the room. "Hi, I'm Elizabeth."
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