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Lifeline

Siblings… a person's best friend, someone to play with and to share secrets with. That's what my parents always told me but I found that a sibling was only another word for devil. Someone who steals your toys and breaks them, someone who blames you for everything and gets away with everything else.

All my life I've lived in my sister's shadow. She was the perfect one. She was better than everyone else. But she was in trouble. She was dieing, from a muggle disease called cancer. But it wasn't just any cancer, it was Leukemia. Specifically APL. It was a blood cancer that causes undeveloped blood cells to be released into the blood steam.

My Dad and my Father said that it was because of the way we were conceived. They say that Kathrin, Dominick and I were all born differently than other kids but that it doesn't make us different.

I was never really interested in the mystery of where babies came from but more as to why they came.

While my brother and sister were asking Daddy why a hippogriff dropped babies off at houses I was busy asking Father why people had a certain number of kids. There was Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermione with four kids and then there was Uncle Blaise and Aunt Pansy who had one.

Now that I'm fourteen, Kat is sixteen, and Dom is seventeen I look back and see that most kids were born on accident or as a result of to much whine. On the other hand I was made for one reason. To save my sister and that is all I ever did. This is our story.