Chapter 2: Birth and Family
I was born under Hekate and Selene's skies. I was a winter baby. That was eleven years ago. My mother and father were the head of the family.
My father was a tall mad with messy brown hair. His eyes were a deep hazel that stole many hearts yet they were cold and monstrous when stared into at the estate. His present at the estate was feared. His smile was sly and uncanny.
My mother was shorter woman compare to my father and she had a fine figure. Her hair was long and wavy and as dark as black ink. Her eyes were of ice blue. Her stares brought only discomfort to the family. Mother's smile was sly as fathers.
What made mother and father so alike were not just their smiles but they were purebloods. Not only that but they were Death Eaters. Most of my family except for few were Death Eaters.
Only four adults I knew were not Death Eaters. There were my grandmother Jackie, my granddad Neal Sr., their son Neal Jr., and mother's sister Tina.
Jackie was a plump woman. I will remember that of her. Something else Jackie had was huge hazel eyes with a look a sere and sympathy look. She seems to always have that look whenever I saw her. She had jet-black hair with streaks of gray. Before granddad Neal Sr. died; he and her were head of house.
For some odd reason the Death Eaters of my family seem scared of granddad. Maybe because of his way of standing or by the strong features in his face when he stared at father. To me he was my protector. My granddad would take me almost everywhere. Father would try to take me to go to his private library and I would only blink; I would see a light brown 12 inch wand right up a the nuke of his neck. Granddad would just stare at my father. Granddad would securely take me and say, "I may never allow Keety to see you, ALONE!" I remember father just smiling as if it did not faze him. Granddad was not a Death Eater. We didn't understand why father was a Death Eater, but granddad was very sad when mention of father.
Father's brother was for what I remember a very tall man (I was just a small child) with dark brown hair that looked a little long but not much. He had these eyes that I would never forget. Full of sorrow and lost, they were a grayish-blue like light gray clouds coming to pour rain upon the world.
Tina was a burst of life; I just never saw her much. She was very different from looks and personality from Mum. Tina was just a slight taller. She had a deep chocolate colored short hair (she dyed it pink when I was six) that would curl at the end when dried. She lived at the estate because mum's parents died and granddad thought it would best if she if she lived with us. She would walk in the gardens with her owl, Marie. Marie is a Barn owl given Tina by her mother. She as always quiet about her mother, I was a little girl so I thought she was sad about her mum's death.
I have more family members, over sixty of them actually. But, I never really saw any of them because they were always "away" on business.
My family were and are pure-bloods. We are so pure that somehow we married into our family or a family as pure as ours. That was why I knew how closed my family was. Even the idea of talking to halflings, mudbloods, or muggles would be a disgrace.
I was born into a family of shadows, double-lives really. So highly thought of but that was only they let people think. You knew us only skin deep.