Levin was born to Matilde, a muggle, and Straton, a pureblood. He had your average immigrant childhood, except for the fact that his father had no idea what a truck looked like, and thus was ran over by one. Needless to say, his father didn't make it. However, before that happened, the whole family managed to sneak over the border to the United States from Mexico. They managed to receive financial support after his father "convinced" a few people to "support" them. Anyhow, his mother shut the accident out of her mind and continued to raise Levin like nothing happened. With the monthly checks, his mother saved enough money to get a plane ticket to England and they moved there. The two lived in the slum part of London, also called the East End.
Growing up, Levin displayed talent for exploding things, so his mother kept him away from chemistry sets. He also had a slight talent for messing with technology, taking things apart and putting them back together. But when the day came, his fire abilities proved magical enough to get a letter from Hogwarts. He went, and was sorted into Hufflepuff. He made a group of friends who happened to also either, be missing a parent, or otherwise, which is odd enough in itself. He continues to hang with the group to this day.