Ginny was born on the 4th of July, 3 minutes before her twin, Evieline. It seemed a pleasant day, on the whole. The sun was beaming down on their quiet, now-family-of-four; the nearby lake glistening with sparkles as it shone in the evening light; the woodland behind their house positively glowing with illumination. Everything looked and seemed perfect.
A loud shout interrupted the newborn twin's peaceful slumber, and they started crying simultaneously. Their father, a tall, dark, handsome man paused in what he was doing, and strode over to them, every step purposeful, before he ended, looking down on them, lying in the arms of their exhausted mother. There was no look of admiration on his face, no shine of love in his clear blue eyes. There was only a blank expression, and faintly turned up nose, as he slowly spoke, taking care to pronounce every letter, syllable, allowing his tongue to curl roughly over the words. "What, are..these?"
His question was met by further cries from his children, and a sharp nod of the head from his wife. Although she did not speak, and after a moment, neither did he, they understood each other perfectly. Children were unplanned for, unneeded, unwanted.
Welcome to the Adams-Dalton family.
Since the 1600s the Adams-Daltons had been a long line of strict purebloods, the kind that some may call 'typical' purebloods. The kind that looked down on everything and everyone who could be considered as below them. The name had travelled down from father to son, and, it seemed, the personality along with it. They were known throughout the Wizarding world for being heavily incorporated in the Dark Arts, and former followers of the Dark Lord.
Although the Adams-Dalton line stemmed down from their Part-Veela father, who, in himself, partly ruined the pureblood effect the family had been trying to create for many, many years, their mother also had an impressive family tree, and both were known to use the occasional name-drop to influence people to do their bidding. Of course, they usually had much better ways of making people do what they wanted.
For now, however, the Adams-Dalton's were much less heard of, with the purebloods slowly being on the decline, the small family of four were the only ones left. And even they very rarely made an appearance in the Wizarding world. For the past 11 years they had been forced to cower amongst the Muggles they hated so much, hiding from the Ministry, from anyone who might recognise them for who they were.
To be honest, nobody really knew what the two new parents had done, only that they had been death eaters. They were one of the most loyal, always ready to serve, to fight for what they believed to be the great good. But when one of the leaders of the Dark Arts died, people started to turn on them. People, who'd previously been friends or at least allies, were threatening to kill the pair, forcing them to run. It didn't help that those who'd been on the light side also hated them. After they'd both fled from all they'd known, being drawn to each other by lust, and greed for what opportunities the other held, there was nowhere to go, nothing to do, except hide. And children, especially newborns, did not make hiding easy.
At birth, Ginny and Evie seemed alike, as though they were identical twins. As most babies are, they were adorable, though perhaps slightly more than most. There was definitely a hint of their father's Veela blood running through them. Despite this; their cuteness, and sweetness, neither of their parents could bring themselves to welcome the newborns into their family. Sure, perhaps someone deep, deep, deep down, the parents loved their new children, but they certainly never showed it. They were nothing but an inconvenience.