In every heroic epic, someone is always overlooked. While people put their trust, hope and belief in the hero, there is forever someone in the shadows whose story was never told. Even the villains get their limelight and yet the little people are all but ignored. These people who seem so insignificant, that most don't know their names or even know they exist. This is a story for those forgotten ones. This is a story about a little girl who made a difference in history, but who will never make it into the history books. Her story begins with two men in Britain fighting for what they believed in—Harry Potter and Tom Marvolo Riddle.

Whereas Harry Potter was busy learning how to push Voldemort out of his head and training the DA, the Dark Lord was plotting the future of the Wizarding World under his reign. Once he had control of Wizarding Britain, all other countries would fall to him one by one. With the aid of his horcruxes, he was guaranteed to live an inordinate amount of time. While the dark artifacts kept him alive far longer than his mortal body should allow, it would not be able to give him immortality. For once the body wore out; he would need to use another horcrux to remain alive. Even he was clever enough to know that he was in need of an heir—one he would be able to raise and cultivate into his likeness; one that held greater power than even he could claim.

He sent a few of his more wily yet trustworthy Death Eaters to scour the major magical hotspots to find a suitable mate for their Lord. They searched throughout the seven continents and found three who fit Voldemort's specifications of beauty, power, and intelligence. The first candidate was Irina Ivanova, a Russian heiress to one of the oldest pureblood families. The second choice was Evie Kendrick, also a pureblood but with a decidedly shorter bloodline from America. The third was Isha Malhotra, the daughter of the most powerful pureblood family in India whose family had been in hiding since the First World War. As the first two would likely insight a war between major world powers, before Voldemort had secured his control of Britain, he chose the third girl.

Isha was a brilliant, curious, and kind girl of thirteen. She lived in seclusion with her father, her mother having died in childbirth. Despite being very powerful, the two opted for a quieter life to avoid people trying to use their powers for their own purposes. Still, their peaceful existence was not enough to keep their whereabouts a complete secret. It took a while and much money changed hands, but the father and daughter were found living in the mountains just a half an hour walk from the closest village.

Prakash had been raised in seclusion and so raised his daughter to be able to live off the wildlife and foliage in a way that would not expose them to the people of the nearby village. She was a fast learner and obeyed his strict rules out of love, loyalty, and dedication. However, as she grew older, her curiosity frequently got the better of her. When her father ventured out to hunt alone or when he fell asleep, she would sneak down to the village and observe. She was intrigued by how the people lived in their shanty houses. They had very little, but they seemed to make the most of it and helped each other. She couldn't believe that they were evil and would exploit her if they knew what she could do, like her father had told her. To her, they seemed like kind, compassionate, and hardworking people. It's no wonder that she soon disobeyed her father and interacted with one of the villagers.

She was still cautious. Her father was a wise man and she knew he must have a reason for saying such horrible things about these people. Still, she wanted to know more about the people she watched so often. She began to venture closer and closer to the village until one day Voldemort's men caught wind that the girl they were seeking could be found in that village. No one really knew how the Death Eaters heard about her being there, just that when they left, the village was in ashes and the inhabitants were all dead. The Dark Lord had gotten what he wanted.