Most parents died when the plague hit. My sister and I were raised by our house elves until the slavers came for us. Which sounds terribly depressing when I talk about it.
No, they died before we were old enough. Mother would tell me stories of magic though. When I was old enough I would get my wand and go to school and learn all these wonderful things. I can do a little bit of wandless magic, just from practicing. I bought a book about it in the market a long time ago. I can only do very basic spells, and then not very reliably.