Ewan Nastor is already known as a dangerous Hogwarts student. Eleven years old and starting his first year in Hogwarts the young pale skinny boy with short black hair carries a heavy weight over the shoulders, most specifically above his dry throat and behind his tired face. His parents fight at home almost everyday and due to living in a remote area he has never had much access to friends. His father is Cane Nastor, thirty years old Legilimens, master interrogator from the Ministry of Magic. He can take the innermost unnerving secrets from anyone in just a few minutes. It is said Ewan has some kind of similar ability inherited by blood, but those are rumors told by parents to other parents and their children. Ewan's mother is Elanna Nastor Craven, a very popular novel writer of the wizard world and as any other mother, the one true person in the deepest core of Ewan's heart. His childhood was the best a pure-blood with wealthy parents could give and he always had all his desires, never to the point of being too spoiled in any way.
– Father what does that book says? – asks seven years old Ewan to a cold sweating father standing in the corner of the room.
– It is none of your concern, my dear. All other books are yours. – he would spread his arm to highlight the cozy library full of bookshelves with scrolls and books, most telling stories and fables, but some hidden by his parents which taught him essential spells, but his arms were locked around the big black leather book stuffed with old darkened pages which beg to leak through as a brave silver lock keeps it all together. – But this one...it is mine.
A silence marks their time in memories as Elanna enters the room with tea for her family and almost drops the plate once glancing at the scene.
– Cane... – she threatens him with a gentle voice as the scene remains frozen. – You lock that up now and let us have some tea.
Elanna puts the silver plate on the living room's center table made of high-quality dark wood.
– I was just telling Ewan about how it is dangerous. – Cane's eyes switching between his intrigued son and his wife's stare before he turns around and locks the book back in the corner along with some letters, pages and scrolls.
– Now, Ewan. – his mother would start a lecture and he knew it so he sits down on the soft red couch and starts paying attention. – You know your limits. These books have all you need, don't go looking for that corner. It has nothing worth it.
– But mom... – he tries to argue, but his mother is flawless.
– Trust your mother and drink your tea, my dear. – she handles him his teacup while with a narrow stare calling Cane to her side by the couch.
Ewan stares at the locked cube in the top corner bookshelf, wondering if books could really speak since that one seemed so eager to share its contents.
– Do books speak, mom? – the boy asks before sipping his tea.
– Well, of course they do. – Elanna smiles and rests one hand on her child's knee. Cane sits on the other side of the couch. And rubs the boy's hair. – They tell us so much about so many things! Take us to wonderful thrilling places, but mostly, they help us understand ourselves.
– That one was asking me to read it.