My parents were Alastair and Mellissa Rolenbar. They were English wizards who had attended Hogwarts when they were in school. They became part of the Ministry, studying the muggle life. They lived in the muggle world to better familiarize themselves with the muggles. 

They were 24 and 26 when I was born. They had light colored hair and blue eyes. My father was tall and muscular, and my mother was thin and average sized. They were thrilled to have a child.

When I was just a few days old, my parents were walking with me on the way home from the hospital. As they crossed the road, a car sped down the road and struck us. I was sent rolling. I was protected from most of the impact by my mother, but she couldn't hold onto me forever.

I rolled a few yards away with a long cut down my upper arm. I screamed for hours after, even after the police and paramedics found me and tended to my arm. 

The authorities could not identify who my parents were, and gave me a new identity. I became Taylor Skula. I was in the system until the anniversary of the day they found me and when my parents died. 

I was adopted by an Irish family who had yet to have children. They believed they were infertile. When they heard my story they decided they would love to raise me as their own.

They took me home to Ireland where they believed they would be able to raise me best. I grew up in Dublin. The legend of the Book of Kells was told to me every night. They never had children  of their own.