As a baby, he was raised in a pure-blood house, by a mother, a father, and a grandmother. The secrets of magic weren't even uncovered to him until he was seasoned enough to handle it, in their words. That was six, ironically. His childhood brought grief, as his grandmother passed on, from a 'heart attack' his parents would say, while it was, and 'still is to this day' (OOC: Until further notice) kept secret that a Death Eater killed her by way the Killing Curse. His Grandmother, unknown to all but the members, and his parents, was a member of the Order of the Pheonix, in the primacy of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. (OOC: A.K.A, Voldemort, of course!) His parents wanted nothing more than for him to become a student at Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, while he, not knowing anyone there, nor what the reason he was to be sent, only assumed it was treacherous for his beloved parents to send him away.
However, the application was sent, and later that year, the Congradulatory letter was recieved, notifying him as a Student of Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. After meeting with his mother, in the Third year, for a permission slip to go to Hogsmeade, he returned to Hogwarts, and recieved a dreadful letter from the Ministry of Magic, informing him that both of his parent had been murdered.
He told this....to no one. (OOC: Still, until further notice.)
So there he stays, day, and night, throughout the Summer, he rents a room at the Leaky Cauldron, and he travels the world, on breaks, and in his spare time. He shall develop into a powerful wizard, as do all whom Graduate from Hogwarts, and he intends on learning more than that school can teach him.