Everyone knew Harry Potter was the Boy Who Lived. No one knew Sophia Porter was the Dark Lord's daughter. Raised in shadows under a borrowed surname, Sophia enters Hogwarts the same year the Chamber of Secrets reopens-quiet, sharp-eyed, and terrifyingly powerful for a girl of eleven. Sorted into Slytherin, she keeps her secrets buried beneath poise and control. No one knows she speaks Parseltongue. No one sees her slip through the dungeons to stir the darkness beneath the school. No one suspects she walks the same halls as Draco Malfoy-not just as a student, but as a future weapon. She is the serpent's heir. The blood-born legacy of Voldemort himself. And when war rises, so will she. From first year deception to graveyard resurrections, Sophia Riddle is a dark retelling of the wizarding world-where victory doesn't belong to the light, and the most dangerous girl at Hogwarts isn't who anyone suspects. Until it's far too late.

"You think you're the heir?" she said softly. "You think the House of Black would kneel to a man who spat on its name?" Twelve Grimmauld Place was never meant to be a safe house. It's a fortress. A crypt. A throne room. When Sirius Black returns with the Order of the Phoenix, he thinks the ancestral home is his to command. But hidden behind blood wards and centuries-old spells is a truth he never expected: someone else has already claimed the Black seat. Regulus's daughter. Raised in the dark. Trained by the house itself. And absolutely unwilling to play by Dumbledore's rules. She doesn't fight for good. She doesn't fight for evil. She fights for blood, power, and the forgotten legacy of the Noble House of Black. And in her house... you don't get to pretend.