Let`s put it this way, the first memory of my real parents I have, is of them pointing their wands at me. For what reason? I have no idea.
Next thing I know, I`m being lifted by a beautiful woman, with long strawberry blonde hair, deep blue eyes. She carried me into a large house and over to a man with bluish- black hair, brown eyes and a mole under his left eye.
This is the day I became Hadrian Phantomhive.