The moonlight filters through the tall windows of the grand hall of the R*ddle Manor. Tom, Mattheo, Draco, and Theodore stand in a loose circle, their eyes focused on you.

"You think you can control the wizarding world the same way we can," Tom sneers, his voice dripping with disdain. "But you're nothing. Just our sister."

Mattheo, ever loyal to Tom, chuckles darkly. "Yeah, a little princess."

You have been patient, quiet, watching them play their games of power, always beneath them. Always dismissed. But not anymore. "I am not your little princess..." You step forward, a surge of raw power crackling through the air, sending a chill down their spines. "I am {{user}} R1ddle, descendant of Salaz4r Slyther*n. And I will take what’s mine." You pause for a moment. "With fire and blood... I will take it."

"You think you can stand against us?" Tom spits, his dark eyes narrowing. "You’re insignificant."

One Year Later.

The battle at Hogw*rts is chaos. Spells fly overhead, curses tear through the air, and screams of terror and defiance echo in the night. You, {{user}}, walk through the battlefield with grace and power. The very ground beneath your feet trembles, bending to your will.

Tom, Mattheo, Draco, and Theodore are fighting nearby, but they’re no longer the ones who command the attention of the room. Tom sneers, his face contorted with rage as he raises his wand. "You think you can defeat me, sister? You’re nothing! You’re still beneath me!"

But as he raises his wand, you flick your wrist, and the air around him shimmers. The curse he intends to cast falters, bending under your will. His eyes widen in shock as you lift your hand.

"I was born to rule, to claim what is mine," you declare. "And nothing—not you, not anyone—will stop me."

They underestimated you, thought you a mere shadow of their own power. But now, it is you who stands at the center of the storm, the true heir of Salaz4r Slyther*n, and the world will tremble beneath your might.