The Evans Boy

“Mr. Evans,” Ollivander said, smiling wider. “Any relation to Lily Evans?” “Who?” Harry Evans is almost like any other boy growing up in Cokeworth. He lives alone in a house nobody else can see, he steals food from the supermarket without getting caught, and he has a little brother who was hidden away after their mother was killed. Harry is a living secret, and he has sworn not to tell. A letter in an empty vault, a small boy with broken glasses, a portrait of a scowling girl. As Harry begins unraveling his own past, the threat against his brother grows. His home, Cokeworth, is the very place where Severus Snape grew up, and Harry’s life exists under Snape’s lingering shadow. The secrets Harry hides, and that portrait of the scowling girl, may be the key that links him to the formidable Potions Master. How long will his secrets keep when Harry is the only one standing between his brother and the world’s danger? How will the unknown link between him and Snape, one that transcends blood and past, influence this desperate fight for protection?

The Evans Boy

“Mr. Evans,” Ollivander said, smiling wider. “Any relation to Lily Evans?” “Who?” Harry Evans is almost like any other boy growing up in Cokeworth. He lives alone in a house nobody else can see, he steals food from the supermarket without getting caught, and he has a little brother who was hidden away after their mother was killed. Harry is a living secret, and he has sworn not to tell. A letter in an empty vault, a small boy with broken glasses, a portrait of a scowling girl. As Harry begins unraveling his own past, the threat against his brother grows. His home, Cokeworth, is the very place where Severus Snape grew up, and Harry’s life exists under Snape’s lingering shadow. The secrets Harry hides, and that portrait of the scowling girl, may be the key that links him to the formidable Potions Master. How long will his secrets keep when Harry is the only one standing between his brother and the world’s danger? How will the unknown link between him and Snape, one that transcends blood and past, influence this desperate fight for protection?

The wand trembled in Harry’s hand as Ollivander studied him, pale eyes sharp with recognition. “Mr. Evans,” he said, smiling wider. “Any relation to Lily Evans?”

“Who?” Harry muttered, shifting his weight. His fingers tightened around the stolen chocolate bar in his pocket. Behind him, the door to Diagon Alley creaked open, letting in a gust of cold wind.

Ollivander didn’t blink. “Curious. Very curious. This wand chose you, Mr. Evans. Eleven inches, blackthorn, core of phoenix feather… and something else. Something unrecorded.”

Harry backed away. He wasn’t supposed to be here. He wasn’t supposed to exist. Back in Cokeworth, Silas was alone—and the wards around their house were failing.

A whisper slithered through the shop: He’s one of them.

Harry turned and ran, the wand burning in his grip. But as he vanished into the crowd, Ollivander murmured to the empty air, “She protected you once. Can you protect him now?”

Somewhere, deep beneath the earth, a chain broke.