Sighing, he wraps one of his long, blonde locks around his finger. He had known that his maternal grandparents had been Death Eaters, killed by Voldemort, but he hadn't known the true background. That they, like many others, had followed the Dark Lord only out of fear of losing their children. That Daphne, the aunt he had never met, had enthusiastically followed them to the dark side, a move which divided the sisters forever. That Voldemort had also wanted his mother, on her seventeenth birthday, interested in her talent for growing new and experimental plants.