Chase looked at her. He would have moved to face her but his ankle was just not persisting him to. "But now you know. You know who your mom was. Who you heriloom is. You know.. everything. you should be happy. Havent you been ooking for this all your life?" he asked "And now..." a dark thought crossed his mind and he became quiet resenting this thought.

Liz nodded "I guess so." She said with a sigh. And now... Chase's voice trailed off. Liz looked over at him. "And now what?" She asked, wanting to know what he was going to say,

Chase looked at his ankle. He felt the pain but the pain in his heart was hurting worse. He gave a shook with his head feeling hot tears start falling from his face. He looked in the opposite direction from Liz. He now knew the reason that his mom had insisted on goign to Godric's hollow that day. He now knew that they were headed out looking for Liz. Not that Chase had none. But... she was the reason his family was dead. His sister, mom, dad. He breathed deeply anger trying to rise but he wasnt letting it. It wasnt her fault. She didnt know. But it was... he fault his thoughts tears still falling free.

"Chase..." Her voice trailed off. He was crying. She didn't know what to do about all of this. Her mind jumped and boucned- wondering what was going through his head- having no idea. Comforting someone was something she was never all that good at. She put her hand lightly on his shoulder.

Chase felt her hand. It should have made him happy but at the moment... he wasnt. At all. He missed his family and the reason he wasnt dead with them was because of her. He had heard his mother screaming after him telling him.. something. He didnt understand it when he was weaving his way through the massive crowd trying to get to Liz.

He couldnt take just sitting here anymore. Not around her. Not right now. He had to get some fresh air. Ignoring the screaming pain in his ankle he hobbled through the kitchen to the back door. Opening it he hobbled down the steps and leaned against the wall wiping his eyes.

Liz was left alone in the living room. Chase walked off- more so limped off- and left her on the couch alone. She felt as though something was her fault. She let a shaking breath out as she got up. The frame stared at her, and called her to pick it up. So she did. She looked at the picture again and sat back down on the couch, trying to remember anything from her past.

She had been in this house before- maybe her old house was merely feet away from this one. She didn't know, she couldn't remember. It was yet decided in her mind wether or not this picture comforted her or did the exact opposite.

Chase breathed in and out trying to get the thoughts of his parents being dead from his mind. It was all Liz's fault. No it wasnt. She didnt know they were coming. She didnt even know who we were. It was all Cryil's fault. Why did he want to kill Liz anyway?
The question floated in his mind... Potter... they were the most powerfulr family in the wizarding world. Cyril was the second powerful. He wanted to kill Cyril to end the line so he could be the most powerdul. Everything made sense.
Anger flooded through his veins at Cyril. He wasnt about to kill the girl he liked, he had already got a hold of his family. That had made him madder than anything at the moment.
Chase got up from the wall and headed back into the house. He had almost forgot about his ankle until he felt it again. He clenched his wand wanting to just rip it off so he couldnt fell the pain anymore. Instead he tried a spell his mom just to use on him when he came in from hurting himself when he was little. It seemed to work but the swelling was still there. He grunted. It would do for now. He walked into the house. They had to do something.

As Liz gazed at the picture she heard a rustling coming from the entrance of the hall. Assuming it was just Chase she returned her attention back on the picture. She couldn't believe who she was. Her eyes looked over at the piece of paper sitting on the couch next to her. She read it over again. She was feeling so many emotions at once. It was insane./

Chase walked back to the living room and looked at Liz. "we gotta do something." it was all he could say. It wasnt her fault and now he knew it. Anger flashed in his eyes. He would get Cyril back. He would.

Cyril smilled he waved his hands telling his men to do what they wished with Lance he turned his head to the others "The muggles are sure to have files on them all find them Elizabeth Potter and Chase Potter and Samantha and Jason find them now" he shouted and the men apparted Cyril went fowards and sat down stired some wine and drank she didn`t even now how sad

OOC: Potter isn't Chase's last name xD

"We..." Liz looked up from the picture and up at Chase. "What can we do?" She asked looking back down at the photo. She couldn't believe she was once this happy. It was so long ago.

She asked her mind, what could they do. They were only adolesent children, who survived the attack by chance. What power did they have over a great wizard like this Cyril guy. She looked back at Chase. His eyes were glazed in anger. It scared Elizabeth a bit, so she looked back down to the picture once again.

They were so happy...

Chase paced the room. "You come from the most powerful wizard family. You can defeat him. He isnt the strongest wizard in the world. You are." he said trying to convince himself of that. "We just gotta practice." he said and ran to the book shelf. He took many magic books off the shelf and spread them over the coffee table. He grabbed his wand and began muttering many of the words etched across the pages of the books.

"I think you are mistaken or something." Liz watched him grab books, and more books, and more books. She watched him review over the spells. "I can't be the most powerful witch. It's just... it's crazy. Something that happened a hundred years ago doesn't just, get passed down the line! If I am the most powerful witch then my family would be alive. If we are as powerful as you say we are..." She put the frame down and sighed.

Chase loked up at Liz. "Liz just believe in yourself." he told her smiling. If only she would she could see what he saw. And he saw a powerful witch. 'Did you ever.... beat or win little spell wars at your orpahange?" he knew when he was a kid they used to have little spell wars to know who was the strongest. Chase had always won.

"There were only two other children of magic blood." Liz let out a yawn. She brought up her knees onto the couch and rested her head on Chase. "One was abused by her mother with magic so didn't dare to ever think of it, and the other was a dumb witted boy who didn't even know how to tie his shoes without magic." Another yawn came out as she closed her eyes. they were starting to hurt. The next thing she knew she fell asleep on his shoulder.

Chase looked through the books listening to her talk. The next thing he knew he felt her on his shoulder and looked over smiling. This was nice. He closed the book and put his arm around her leaning into the couch. In five minutes he felt his eyes drooping and him falling asleep.

"Carter... Carter just grab the crowbar!" She woman ran around her house paniced, holding her one year old child in her arms.

"Leslie, whats wrong?" Carter walked into their bedroom.

"GRAB THE CROWBAR I SAID!"

The man grabbed the crowbar. "Hold her." The woman said passing the child over to her father. He tried to comfort her. The woman brought up a couple floorboards. Leslie took her child back and hid her into the floor board. "Shh sweety, someone will come, shh."

It was dark. The child tried to look around, she started to cry. All she heard was the muffled arguing voices of her parents, and then a scream.

Liz's eyes popped open. She looked around, not moving. It took a while to remember where she was. Her head was laying on Chase's lap, his arm around her shoulder, as he laid back in the couch asleep. What was with her dream? She wondered if she should get up or not. Her eyes looked over at the clock, saying the time was 1.17 pm.

Cyril had no patance. It was a broken down police station it can`t be that hard. For his amusment Cyril started shooting lazy spells at his men they jumped over. Perhaps they couldn`t take portkeys perhaps Elizabeth died. he would hunt them down and kill them. What a waste of power she could have been a good witch

Samantha woke up alone in a room, it took her a minute to realise where they where. She wanted to go back to Godric Hollow, find her parents and sister. Her family was the only thing she had left now they were gone. She looked around and found the fire place she had used just last year to contect her parents, maybe I can contact Nonna and Nonno she thought and walked closer putting her head really close, she had forgotten how to do it.

She stood up and stormed out of the room to where Loiz and Chase were, "Guys, I'm going back" there was nothing they could say to change her mind, she was defently going back and there was nothing they could say to stop her.

Waking to a voice CHase looked up lazily and registered what Sam said. getting up hurridedly he grabbed her hand . "You can't leave. Dont worry. We are trying to come up with a plan." he said and led her back to the couch. He sat her down and kneeled infront of her. "Ok why do you wanna go back?" he asked curiously. Risking her life... for what?

Liz heard someone else wake up from down the hall. With a yawn she carefull removed Chase's arm that hung around her and got up slowly- trying not to wake him. He deserved his sleep. But as she did so Samantha came in the room and started to talk. "Going back?" She repeated her words as Chase woke up and walked over to Samantha.

Samantha tried to pull out of Chases grip but he was so damn strong, "let go of me Chase" as soon as he let go she jumped back up again, "you're not my mother I can do what I want!" she walked over to the door but it was locked with some kind of spell, "unlock it now"

Chase shook his head. "Sam. calm down" he said cornering her. "Just relax. Dont worry we are goign to get him." he knew what Sam was feeling. He could sense it. it was what he was feeling only an hour before. "Listen we all lost people. Its all because of cyril. We are going to get him.. and kill him." he said fiercely. Anger blazing in his eyes again but he smothered it out for Sam's sake. "We just gotta be strong.. and rational here.' he said in a soothing voice trying to calm her down.

Liz sat on the couch as she watched Chase try to talk her out of leaving. They had a plan? They had anything far from a plan. All they had for a plan so far is point 1. Elizabeth Liliac Brown... Potter... is the strongest witch in the world. Inside her heard Elizabeth laughed at that.

Letting a yawn out all she wished was that Chase would sit back down. It was nice to be resting on his lap. Instead- now he was trying to talk Sam out of leaving, and Liz was on her own on the couch with just a blanket.