Spells

"No. It isn't true."
"Yes, my dear, it is. You were conceived the night I killed the Potter's. Your mother, Kira Litrael, died the day you were born. Dumbledore wanted to save you from us. He wanted you to be good. When he saw you had red hair, he asked the Weasleys if they would take you in since they had a baby the same day. They agreed."
"How do I know all this is true? You could be lying," Ember asked, relenquishing all of her fear. He looked at the girl with his black eyes. With a smirk he said, "ask the people you call mum and dad."
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