Every summer, Elias spent it with his Grandparents while his parents travelled for work. This summer though something changed. It started with that knock on the door. Or was it before that?
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The aroma from the sea filtered through the house, windows open to bring in the extra breeze. Light glimmered through the window, highlighting the old, kind man in the kitchen who was gently cooking.
His wife sat with their grandson, who excitedly told her what he saw while exploring the beach yesterday. "It was so strange! It looked like jelly!"
The woman laughed, gleaming at her husband as he laughed back. "It was like... a fish made of jelly, Nana! A Jelly Fish," the boy proclaimed. This only enforced their laugh. The boy, only being 5, just looked at his Grandparents before joining in with them.
The Grandpa dished out breakfast, the smell of blueberry waffles drawing the child into the dining room. The three sat at the table, recited a small prayer, before starting to eat.
And they ate in a rather comfortable silence, letting the morning sun wake them up a little more. It wasn't until the disturbing sound came from the other side of the front door was the silence disrupted. And what a horrid sound it became to be.
As if speaking telepathically the Grandmother picked up the boy and stood behind a wall, finger to her lips to indicate that he should keep the silence. The man stood up steadily and walked towards where the knock came from.
Perhaps it was an overreaction. Perhaps there would be nothing wrong. Perhaps it was just some weary traveller who got lost on the way home.
However, the hopes were quickly put into the back of his mind, when he opened the door and a man wearing a similar cloak to the one his daughter wore wears stood on the steps of the beautiful architectural house.
After that day though, it would become a sort of bad omen. It was the day where a boy saw his Grandfather cry, using the door as a stabiliser. It was the day that a young boy, Elias, lost both his parents. It was the day where two parents lost their son and daughter in law.
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Elias wasn't so young anymore, it had been 5 years, and he was 10 now. His Grandfather had died not long after his parents, from a heartattack. His Grandmother had told Elias that the three of them were together now, watching over and protecting the two who were left.
It was once again summer and as the sun was at its lowest point, Elias realised that he was going to start secondary school but he wasn't even sure where. He only realised this when his Grandmother brought it up.
Nikola, Elias's Grandmother, had made a fruit salad and brought it outside for them to sit looking over the beach. It was beautiful and a sight they'd never get used to.
"Elias...have you thought about what you want to study?" Nikola asked, and while it seemed like an innocent question, she seemed nervous. As if there was something else she wanted to say.
Elias didn't notice though and reached for another sandwich before answering with a simple shrug. Nikola hummed in thought before sighing and pulling out a few letters. It was, after all, around that time. "I think you should read this. It was something your parents swore to keep from you until now. So you'd be safe if anything happened to them."
Elias put the sandwich down and slowly reached out, his eyes flickering between the letters and his Grandmother in confusion. She smiled sadly at him, placing the letter in his hand before walking back to the house, leaving the boy, the letter and the sound of the sea.
'Dear Nik...or Jasper...or Elias.
To my little crow, your dad just asked if this was a love letter. I guess it is. I didn't get to know my mother well. I have no idea what she must've thought when she found out what I was. So I thought I'd wright to you, so you can know how happy I am at this very moment. How much you're father and I can't wait to meet you, and I want to make you a promise. Three things that you'll have that I never did:
-A safe home
-Someone to tell you that they Iove you every single day
-And the chance to be who you want, wizard or muggle, with people to fight for you every single day, no matter what. In other words family.
The rest we'll figure out togther.
I love you, your mother.'
Elias finished reading the first letter feeling more upset and confused. 'what does this mean.' He quickly opened the next one, trying to be careful. It was dated from aftwr he was born.
'To my little crow,
You've already shown you first sign of magic. Your father almost had a heart attack when you floated your bear towards you. He didn't realise how early signs could appear.
Either way we're proud.
Unfortunately I'm being called away by the ministry. You're dad wants to come with me but I don't want you to be left without us. I just hope that when you grow up the threat of the looming war will be gone and you'll be safe and protected from harm
I love you, your mother.'
Elias was confused and heartbroken, as he took the last letter and read through, not fully understanding what this all meant. The last letter and been written just before they died.
'My little crow,
I'm sorry. I wanted to protect you but I fear that this might be greater then we imagined. The ministry seem worried about this one.
If this is my final letter I want to say I love you. I wish I could watch you grow with your father but you growing safely is the greatest gift I could have. Please remember that no matter what happens we'll be with you.
I love you, your mother.'
The sea crashes against rocks, covering the sound of the boy who was now crying, wishing that he could remember more of his parents.
A few minutes passed and the boy hurriedly took the letters and put them back into the basket, bringing it inside before looking for his last surviving carer.
She was found sat in a carved wooden rocking chair in front of the purring fire. It was silent but Elias sat down on the floor, gaining her attention, eyes full of questions.