Chase was born to a muggle father, Kenny, and Half-blood mother, Tamara, in Midland, Michigan, a nice and loving couple with a dark life style. As Chase grew up he was brought up around a gang lifestyle, but he was the Complete opposite of it all, as he didn't really like the things his parents did. His parents would do unspeakable things without a second glance, sometimes not even caring that Chase was in the room with them. Around the age of 5 his parents received a threatening letter from a 'friend' stating some rather horrific things if they didn't leave the city and end the things they had been doing. A few days the letter had been received the friend had come up missing, and no one had actually known what had happened to him, but when the boy asked his parents they stated that it wasn't any of his business and to butt out unless he wanted it too. The boy of course never asked of the incident again, but it still itched at the back of his mind from time to time.
Around the age of 7 his father had decided upon going out to pick up a package, only to never come back home, and this scared the boy even more when they had found him. The young man had been killed during a hit and run when the cars had hit one another, only to cause in his death. The person who had hit him, had gotten away with it. For some reason Chase had a feeling is a murder rather then an accident, but why would anyone listen to him? He was only 7 years old and no one listened to children, but his mother moved them immediately, to her home city of London, after the funeral. His mother never once spoke of the incident with the boy, and would even dodge questions when he asked.
At the age of 9 he caught his mother, holding a stick, in a room with floating pots, which scared the crap out of him. Hello pots don’t float. He stared until his mother looked over at the young boy causing all of them to fall on to the ground, and the boy ran. Only to be stopped by her mid run, allowing her to explain about the magical world, and she even told him that he was probably a magical being too. When she told him all this a lot of thins were going through his mind, like how could this all be real? How did he knew she was telling the truth and why hadn't she told his father that she was a wizard? These thoughts kept going through his mind, and he thought it was really cool actually. The thought of wizards being real, and not just in a regular video game, made him excited upon the idea.
A year later, he and his mother were walking home from the park and the sound of bullets against various objects, a few seconds later and Chases vision went dark. Only for him to wake up a few weeks later in the hospital, asking to see his mom, but to hear that she had passed away, and that someone was taking him later on. Since he had no other living family left he'd be sent to an Orphanage called lil' bundles. The boy was obviously sad and angry that people wouldn't actually tell him what had happened, but he guessed that would probably scare him more. Therefore he decided to wait and find out on his own, as he didn't want to pester and cause problems.
Another year went by, age 11, and he'd received his letter to Hogwarts like every other 11 year old at Lil’ bundles. He was both excited and sad to go, as he started thinking of his parents and what they'd think of him now. He decided upon going, as he wanted to see the school his mother talked to him about fondly.