Family meant a great deal to Antonin. Mostly because his own had been such a failure. Both of his parents were dead and he wasn't too concerned about either. There hadn't been much love there for anyone. His mother was a proper Pureblood witch who fell in lust with the dangerous, mysterious stranger from Russia. A dalliance at a high society wedding reception resulted in him. His mother's engagement was broken off and they were hurriedly married to each other before anyone could suspect that she had been disgraced. Though he never asked to be born, and certainly not under such inauspicious circumstances, Antonin's mother spent her life taking out her resentment on her eldest son. Three more sons followed. Whether or not they were a Dolohov in anything more than name was a secret she took with her to her grave. A simple paternity spell could have given them all the answered, but for a reason he never understood, his father never cast it. At least not to his knowledge.