Copyright: I do not own any of the characters except for my OCs and the events that happen to them, regardless this is my first serious fanfic so please go easy on me and I hope you enjoy it!

This is another attempt at a chapter that failed misrebly (I really suck at beginnings) also if their are a lot of spelling mistakes that's because I'm writing this in a bit of a rush and because I want to get on to the juicy bits quickly. I know I right shitty beginnings but just bear with me this one will be better that the last.

Chapter 1 - A letter

The light of Ekans' cheap bedside lamp shone through the darknesss, casting strange shadows over her things and illuminating the folded letter she was holding in her pale, long fingered hands.

She had recieved the letter this morning. Prim, with whom she had lived for four years, had got one as well and Prim's was even vaguer than hers.

The letter claimed she had a living relative, though no name was mentioned or appearance given, there was nothing there, no hope to cling to. Even if false.

She had often wondered if one of the others made it, if one of the people she had grown up with too had been given life back. She told herself not to hope for even though she sometimes felt strange emotions leaking into her mind, like ink across a piece of card, through a bond that definitely hadn't been there before there was no chance one of them had survived.

She kew they didn't belong to anyone she knew. The emotions she felt were strange ones; anger that she felt for no reason, severe worry without a cause, a sense that she was waiting, plotting, nursing old wounds, waiting for a moment to strike. But the strangest she felt was loneliness. But not a natural longing for human company, love or anything like that but a longing that someone who has been raised at sea, heard of but never seeen land felt, that was the loneliness the person she shared the bond with felt. They didn't even know about it and it felt unnatural to her. Not just because it wasn't hers, but beacsuse she pitied that person. She pitied someone she had never met.

Who ever this person was, they didn't know she existed.

Sighing, she pushed her thick black hair out of her electric turqoise eyes, unfolded the letter and began to read it again:

Dear Ekans Gaunt,

I am very happy to say that a study of a surviving copy of your family tree has lead me to believe that you have a living relative.

I know that this is a vague and short way to sum up what could be a life changing event but I myself have found it very difficult to discover even a grain of information about your family's history, and the world knows absoloutely nothing of your existence.

I myself am simply fascinated by your life, your birth, your death, your ressurection and I would like you to come to the London Geneology Institute at 1'0'clock on June 9th to answer some questions and to meet your relative.

Just to minimise any worry, I do not carry out orders from anyone and this investigation is purely out of my own curiousity.

Regardless, please keep what I have written a secret and do come.

Yours sincereiy,

Professor Bartholomew Augustus Himagh of the London Geneology institute.

She rolled over onto her back and pondered who on earth was the professor, what did he want from her and who the bloody hell was this relative that was being dangled under her nose.

Replacing the letter and turning off the light, she curled up in the dark and began to chant. She chanted a list of names every night, like a twisted sort of prayer, in the memory of the people that had been killed.

Those good, good people that she would some day avenge...

"Minevra McGonagall," She began," for Hester Rayne, Lily Evans for what that bloody bitch did to that poor boy, James Potter for helping her, Sirius Black for raping that girl, Remus Lupin for doing nothing, Alastor Moody for killing that family and," She felt her mouth twist as she said the repulsive name of the man that had murdered her family and herself, "Albus Dumbleore for Sully, Albus Dumbledore for Marv...Albus Dumbledore for me..."

Finishing her prayer, she closed her eyes and tried to sleep. She had a long day ahead of her.

"Ek!," Prim screeched, hoping Ekans had already woken up, today was going to be an important day for her and she wanted the poor girl to have some food in her. She was going to need some strength to get to London and this so called professor and his letters gave her the willies. "EKANS, YOU GET DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW YOUNG LADY!" She paused, hearing nothing but silence, then the door creaked open and Ekans stepped in.

"Good morning to you too." She said in a way of greeeting before walking across the dingy kitchen to the table, pulling out a chair and taking a seat like she did every morning.

Prim had never gotten over how silently Ekans walked, a trait left over from before, when walking too loudly could mean death. She had also never understood how on earth someone so young could look so beautiful and dangerous at the same.

Now Prim wasn't a lover of beautiful things or people because they broke easily, but Ekans wasn't like that she was..strong. Stronger than anyone Prim had ever met to suffer so much and remain so human.

She had long thick wavy black hair that many girls would kill to have, her skin was almost unnaturally pale but that was the case with most witches or wizards. Prim remembered her sister and she felt a pang of pain and shame. She was moderately tall and quite thin, but not at all like one of those wispy skinny creatures people poured over these days, for her body would never fully recover from being starved for so long.

The only things that could possibly ruin her body were her scars. Prim had seen flashes of them. Some of them were ugly red marks made by passionate anger and street brawls over food but others were strange, silvery marks that looked mysterious and ethereal. As if created, Prim had first thought, by an angel.

The biggest scar that caused the most misery was a 'S' shape carved into her skin by a knife. But the strange thing was that, it should have healed years ago, yet it remained an open wound but it never bled and looked as if it was covered by a layer of glass that had been there ever since Prim first saw her.

"Almost like a layer of Poison" Prim thought as Ekans began to eat her eggs, "magical poison."

"Did you sleep well?" Prim asked, for sometimes Ekans dissappeared at night and when she did strange rumors could be heard whispered by people who claimed to have seen things that made no sense.

That appeared to not be the case today though. For she looked refreshed and rested.

"I slept okay."

Ekans was having a hard day. She hadn't let Galician or Thread out for a long time. As for Magnus, well...even people in the 21st century might find a giant, black turqoise eyed dragon flying over London a little suspicious. For this reason they were nagging at her non stop.

"Please," That was Galacian talking to her mentally, "you haven't let us 'out' in weeeks I mean, for Christ's sake woman I'm a wolf, an animal of free will you can't expect me to sit here cooped up in your brain for all eternity!"

"He's right," That was Magnus, "I understand why I can't be allowed to be given free will over my body but Galacian can be careful..."

Ekans groaned mentally, she hated it when they ganged up on her. She was just about to remind then that they were in London and that the pople of Chingford would find a giant black wolf that was faster and stronger than any other very strange and alarming when Prim said; "Ek, can you come with me."

Ekans frowned, Prim didn't usually do things like this. And if she did she was straight forward and honest about it.

"What'sshedoingarewegoingtodieisshegoingtokillusIthinkweshouldhide." Ekans rolled her eyes, Jeminiha the dormouse was so easily panicked and untrustworthy.

She followed Prim until she came to a cabinet that joined on to the kitchen, it was here that Prim kept her things of value. leaning against the doorframe awkwardly, she heard Prim rummaging through boxes that she stacked on the shelves in no particular order and tried to imagain what this relative would look like and who they actually were.

"Found them!" Prim called triumphantly, momentarily forgetting why she was even looking for Ek's old things. Then she remembered and told her to come in.

"Here," She said kindly holding out what Ekans had first appeared to her in, "You can take them back."

Ekans' eyes widened and, hardly aware that she was doing do, reached out and took from Prim the only remaining relics she had of her old life; a matted scarf with frayed edges, a small knife she had used to defend herself with and her wand, the thing thathad brought her back to life.

"I-I can keep them, you know, take them with me?" Prim was sensitive when it came to magic; her muggle born sister had been killed by death eaters, making Prim a little touchy when it came to the supernatural.

Prim snorted, "They are yours aren't they? Besides, I don't like the sound of this professor and how do we know this so called relative isn't just some crazy phsycopath that wants to kill you and I do not want to you to be completely defenceless."

Ekans wraped the scarf around her neck, it's familiar weight caused memories of the past to stir up inside her.

"Now that that's done," Prim continued, "Let's find you a coat that actually fits."