"After Voldemort returned at the end of our fourth year, I went back home for the summer. My mother wasn’t speaking to my father. Not at all. She didn't like his connection to Voldemort and wanted him to quit. You can't quit being a Death Eater. There's only one option: you die or Voldemort dies. And even after he'd died, most of his Death Eaters believed in his ways and wished to become his successor heir. When Voldemort returned, my father went back to him, he was second in command. Mother didn't like it, she was scared. She knew enough and that knowledge made her sick. She was raised to believe in blood supremacy, just like me. I didn't know until then that she questioned it. My aunt, Andromeda, not the other one, married a muggleborn and was disowned because of it. My cousin Nymphodora was a powerful witch and a Metamorphmagus, a strong one. And she was a half-blood. How was that possible, if purebloods are superior? And then, there were purebloods like Gregory Goyle and Vincent Crabbe, who were content just being able to cast a Lumos. Father went to a lot of "meetings’ that summer. Mother used that time wisely. She knew at some point I would have to decide what I wanted to become. A Death Eater or... not a Death Eater. Right to that point in my life, I'd never questioned it. I would become a Death Eater, and a powerful one."