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HINT: There's a drumming noise inside my head and it starts when your around.

Chasing P.O.V.

Its been eight weeks.

Eight weeks since I woke up from flashing in and out of my coma. Ten weeks since the fire that killed my parents. Me and my brother Storming are the only survivors from the fire. We all have weird names. I'm Chasing and my brother is Storming. My father was Terry, or Terrible, we're part of the Winds family. My moms name was nancy, and in a family like ours it was the odd one out. Even my sisters names are weird, although my mam named them. They're Athena and Artimis (pronounced like the Greek goddess) Winds, and even though Artimis isn't actually blood related she is close enough.

But that was before, in Ireland, now I'm in England and at some Godric's Hallow place with an aunt I didn't know I had.

The Scotts weren't a very happy bunch, im positive the only reason they let me stay was because I looked like my mother. I could tell Stormy was enjoying himself but he still cries whenever I leave the room. Even if I put him down for a second he gets worked up, I think its because mom and dad aren't there to help him and he knows it. He's extremely smart for 6 month old.

Athena and Artimis aren't here because they are at the government making a big problem about fairy rights and how me and Stormy should be living with them considering they are old enough.

My moms family hated my dads family because, well, no one can actually remember. That's how long they've fought each other, and no one ever questioned it. Ever. It was terrible.

That was until my parents met.

What can I say? It was love at 98th sight. They started out hating each other because that's what they grew up with. But then in 7th year they fell, hard apparently because they are still married 20 years later. Friend were the only ones at the wedding.

It was the funeral that brought the two families together and made them relies how true the love was. Even Aunt Suzie and Aunt Breaking are writing to each other. (guess which one is dads sister.)

I didn't even stay in London that long,right now I'm on some platform I had to walk through a wall to get to it. Now I have to say good-bye to two aunts, no sisters and a very reluctant baby brother and leave for a school filled with new people. I didn't even get to say good-bye to Cassi and Gemmi , who would both kill you if you called them by their first name. but we promised to write each other every day.

I was going to miss the Irish

Institute for Magic, S.U.S. and all, by the way S.U.S. means super ugly sluts, but Hogwarts is bound to have some.

But now I'm sitting by myself in an empty compartment when all of a sudden three boys walk in and notice me. (I'm not including peter he creeps me out)

"Ummm, you're sitting in our compartment." One said in a snottish tone. Hmm, lets freak him out a bit.

"Ta me leithsceal, ach ni feidir liom a thuiscint cad do ra" (sorry i cant put all the axcents on) I said in Irish which ment "I'm sorry but I do not understand what you are saying', but only if you translate it properly.

The three guys were pretty good looking, especially one guy, he had aristocrat features with stormy (ha ha , get it!) grey eyes and long black hair plus he was tall,a good thing because I am not short. The second guy was also tall and had messed up black hair that looked like the kind a mother would try to fix even if it killed her. He had hazel eyes that were complemented by glasses that did not make him look the least bit nerdy in them.

The third was just as good looking as the second only he defiantly was different.

He was a werewolf.

Cool, I've never met one of those before. Anyways, he had a scattering of scars on his face, light brown hair and amber eyes. The reason I knew he was a werewolf is because I could smell him, which meant he could smell me, I'm only half fairy thanks to Chris but I'm only 2 13's left, I need to redo the vow for my 12th 13 but then all I have is my 13th vow left.

Vows are what humans do in order to become a fairy. The point is to make fairies beautiful on the inside as well as the outside, no fairy is ugly. It's impossible, even if you are an ugly human you will become beautiful when the mark grows and your wings come in, also your hair and eyes change colour to match the mark and your wings. Athena already has her wings and so does Artimis, only Athena has had hers for 8 million, 7 thousand, 9 hundred and sixty-three years and Artimis has had hers for 2 months.

All of a sudden wolfie started to talk, better listen up.

" She's speaking Irish, she is probably the exchange everyone's been talking about." Ohh I'm famous already! What rumours' I could start!

The other two started having a full blown conversation over if wolfie could speak Irish or not. I decided to intervene.

"Okay dog face, antlers, we understand wolfie here knows what Irish sounds like so can you shut up." I asked not sounding the least bit Irish. Well, being in England so long does that to a person.

They just stared at me. Idiots

" You know it's not very polite to stare." I told them.

The really hot one pushed me against the wall and attempted to threaten me, but that doesn't work very well considering I grew up with Athena as a sister.

"Who do you think you are?" He growled.

I just snorted.

" I know very well who I am but the question is do you know who you are and who your friends are, because even wolves should tell their friends of summer romances." I said in a sing song voice. They both turned to wolfie and he blushed and made up an excuse.

" I was going to tell you when we had a compartment to ourselves but then she showed up." He said to try to divert the attention back to me. Not going to work.

I searched his memories and his thoughts.

"Summer is very pretty, no wonder you love her." I said calmly.

"Is all you do interfere?" the hotter one asked. I sighed.

" What I do." I looked up at this point because for a first, ha was taller than me.

" It's not just for work and it's not just for play." And with that I grabbed my I-Pod and started to listen to it.