MAEVE ALARICA POTTER WAS RAISED to believe she was nothing more than an unwanted burden. The night she was left on the doorsteps of her relative, she was immediately placed in the cupboard underneath the stairs which would be her room.
Petunia Dursley ñee Evans had always hated her sister's freakishness and the fact that she and her husband had gone and gotten themselves blown up and dumped their daughter with them angered her greatly. Lily Evans had always been the perfect child, the favorite daughter in their parents eyes. Petunia had been jealous at the time, for her younger sister had everything. The beauty, the brains, and then the magic.
Then her daughter, Maeve Potter, a strange name with an even stranger middle name, was dumped with them. She was a carbon copy of her father with Lily's eyes. The little brat was a beautiful baby(even when she had a lightning shaped scar on the right side of her forehead above her eye), perfectly pale skin with a natural rosy glow, full puckered lips, a small nose and thick curly ringlets that reached just below her chin. And her eyes were a stunning green framed by thick eyelashes that fluttered gently each time she blinks.
Add to the fact that by the time she was three strange things began happening. Of course Petunia knew the brat had no clue of what she'd done, but that didn't mean she and Vernon wouldn't put a stop to it while they could. Petunia made sure the girl learned to cook and clean properly because surely the freak would only be useful as a maid than anything else.
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Maeve knew she was different from her relatives. She could do things they couldn't. Obviously she knew she was special, she should be the one in charge! She had the powers and everyone else were, they were mundane.
Filthy, disgusting parasites that were far beneath her.
She understood she could make things happen when she was angry or upset. Now all she had to do was learn to control it, to make it happen on purpose. And then, then she will show those normal, pathetic mundanes just where their place was. She would make them see how far above them she was.
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Maeve(age 6)
A young girl, seemingly looking no older than 4 years old, sat on her knees in the blistering heat pulling out weeds from the garden in her aunt Petunia's backyard. A sheer, thin layer of sweat coated her forehead, trickling down and stinging her eyes. Thorns stabbing her palms and leaving small scratches behind.
The clothes did nothing to help her cool down underneath the burning sun, as they once belonged to her overweight cousin and thus were hanging loosely over her thin, small frame. Luckily her long, curly hair that usually fell below her shoulder blades, was pulled into a tight messy ponytail with a makeshift hair-tie. Her eyes narrowed as she pulled the last of the weeds.
She finally settled down onto her bum and used the collar of her shirt to wipe away her sweaty face. Maeve looked over her shoulder and towards the house, she really wanted water. Her mouth was dry and she felt slightly faint. A sigh left her mouth as she shakily got to her feet.
It was no point in even trying to ask her aunt for a drink, the lowlife would likely refuse and then send her to her room, or well cupboard. She glanced around the garden, it looked well enough. But just in case, she subtly lifted her palm up and with a bit of her energy she gave life to the flowers.
Instantly, the garden sprung to life. Each and every flower blossoming beautifully. She was still learning to control her magic and soon she'll be able to do more things, bigger and stronger things. With a small, breathtaking smile, she made her way inside.
Her aunt was currently in the kitchen making Dudley, her obese cousin, some lunch. Maeve had learned that all she had to do was pretend she did not exist, and her aunt would ignore her and act like she wasn't there. It frustrated the green eyed girl, because the long neck snotty mundane should know who was the better.
How could these people, who had nothing remarkable about themselves, believe they could push her around? How could they get away with what they're doing? Hitting her and starving her?
They must think themselves invincible, and most likely daft, to believe that she had not thought once of getting revenge. One way or another, her relatives would atone for what they have done to her. No, as soon as she has complete control of her magic, they will be regretting ever laying a hand on her.
-how can I make them understand that I am the superior? They have no chance of beating me, even with Vernon's brute strength. After all strength will always bow down to those with far more intelligence.-
Maeve laid on the small mattress in her cupboard room. She curled her lips in disgust. -how disgusting that I refer to this filth as my room. A person of my abilities should be treated like a queen and nothing less.- Her parasite relatives were fast asleep, she could quite clearly hear her uncle and cousin snore. It's a surprise that the neighbors don't complain. She rolled her eyes, of course they wouldn't complain. No one had a backbone to even bother standing up to Vernon. -disgusting pig. How can I be related to that creature?-
She rolled onto her side and closed her eyes. Tomorrow was school, the last day till summer vacation. She needed rest as Dudley would soon start his favorite game again- the freak chase- honestly her cousin was horrible at academics and a huge bully.
Soon her mind cleared and she fell asleep.
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"Wake up! Wake up girl!" Maeve woke to her aunt Petunia screeching. She blinked the sleep away before slowly sitting up. "Are you up?"
"Yes." Maeve answered monotonously, she listened as her aunt walked away and into the kitchen. The only things she had that were her own was her school uniform. Aunt Petunia was quite annoyed when she had to buy her a set because she could not wear a pair of Dudleys.
She put on a pair of clean underwear along with her beige skirt that was two inches above her knees and her button up shirt which she tucked in. She grabbed her broken hairbrush and began combing through her thick mane of dark curls. Pulling on her ballerina shoes she received from her aunt, she opened the small cupboard door and headed out to the kitchen.
She watched as Dudley stuffed his face with eggs and bacon that was drenched in grease. -how disgusting. If that fool continues to eat so much, I fear he'll eventually turn into an actual pig.- She turned to her aunt and cleared her throat, "May I head to school early?" She asked in a polite voice. -why must I ask permission? These lowlifes should be kissing my feet, not the other way around.-
"Why?" Her horse faced aunt asked miffed. Maeve refrained from rolling her eyes.
"So that I could get a head start." -because unlike your son, I actually do the work and pass.- Petunia huffed, before dismissing her with her hand.
Maeve inwardly scoffed as she walked away. -how dare that bug! Looking at me as though I am some insect on the ground. Well, never mind that. Soon they will be begging for forgiveness.- She made it outside before her uncle stomped down the stairs.
Her birthday was next month. She would finally be seven years old, she had to wait just a little longer. St. Grogory's primary school was not too far. She detested the school and all its staff. They were all incompetent fools.
Her teacher, whom she didn't bother remembering the name of, was a woman with no backbone. As Dudley was known to be a huge bully (the term huge used loosely) their teacher turned a blind eye. Merely because she found Vernon Dursley to be intimidating, and Petunia Dursley is quite vicious in her gossiping.
While Maeve was a very beautiful little girl and very polite, everyone stayed clear of her. The children because Dudley used his weight to attack them. The teachers and other staff members because the Dursleys could string very convincing stories of how the young girl was a little on the mental side. And her parents, before they were killed in a car crash, were dangerous criminals.
Maeve didn't believe the part about her parents, but the adults ate it up.
-Idiots, the lot of them. They're all pathetic. Believing that I, a little girl, am dangerous. How sad.-
Reaching the school, she stared up in distaste. The building was a dull grey color, with its paint chipping. The whole setting was dreary and depressing.
Shaking her head with a roll of her eyes, she walked in through the double doors. Her classroom was in hall D, number 201. She took her time in getting there, there was no rush as it was quite early.
Her teacher, desk plate read Mrs. Colt, sat at her desk typing on her computer. Both adult and child had a mutual dislike for each other. Maeve held a strong hatred for the woman because she was like everyone else, striving to be incredibly normal and Mrs. Colt disliked the young girl because of the stories the Dursleys told.
She walked in, without a single glance in her teacher's direction, and sat at her desk in the far back corner next to the window. The clock read 7:55, 5 minutes till the bell rang. Letting the students in the cafeteria know class would soon begin.
Maeve pulled out her notebook, in which she wrote her thoughts in. She grabbed her favorite dark ink pen and began to write.
'One more month and I will finally be officially setting up the new rules in the Dursley household. They will listen and obey me, or they'll be punished harshly. I've already learned how to purposely inflict pain on others, without it being traced back to me. Tommy Fells still wont come within five feet of me, I take it as a win. I even successfully learned to command others to do what I want with just my voice. Samantha Pearling has given me twenty pounds within the span of four days. Soon I'll be in control.'
Maeve placed her notebook neatly on the corner of her desk, just as several students walked. Dudley was the last to enter. He looked like a baby elephant as he waddled over to his desk next to his best friend, Piers Polkiss, a scrawny rat faced boy.
"Alright class, today we will be reading a short story and writing our thoughts on how you'd best rewrite it." Mrs. Colt said, standing up with a stack of packets in her hands. She walked around passing them out. "Each story will be different so that it is unique to you. Take your time as you have today and the whole summer to finish It. It will be graded on how well you put it together, not on spelling or handwriting." She explained.
Maeve looked at her short story, the title was 'The last dragon egg'. She slowly began reading the first paragraph before writing her own edition.
'Braxton left the comfort of his home in the middle of the night after a heated argument with his father. He hiked into the woods behind his house. The only light to guide him was the moon that lay pale in the dark sky.
Braxton hugged his thick wool coat tightly against his body. The night air blew harshly, the trees swaying in the wind. He trudged further and further into the unknown parts of the woods. His heavy breaths filled the silence.
He stumbled over a fallen branch, landing on his knees. Braxton gasped in slight pain as his hands collided on something sharp. He slowly picked himself up, only stopping as he gazed wide eyed at a beautiful red scaly egg shaped item.
He sat on his legs as he reached his hands out and gently grabbed it. He hissed as a sharp pain stung his right palm. Braxton watched in awe as the egg glowed brightly, he suddenly had to hold in a scream as his right hand felt as though lit on fire.
Quickly he set the egg down and grasped his hand to his chest. When the pain faded, he looked and saw red lines swirling around his palm. Braxton had no clue what had just occurred, but deep inside he knew that whatever this egg was, now belonged to him.
He grabbed it and gently placed it in his coat pocket and began to make his way back home. He had research to do.'
Maeve put down her pencil and smiled proudly at her work that she did based on the short story she was given. She glanced around the classroom, her classmates all looked to be struggling. It was disappointing at how little they all learned.
She wondered if she could turn in her work, but then thought against it. Dudley would surely get angry and then tell his dad on how the 'freak' was trying to do better than him. She wasn't scared of her uncle, but she wasn't in the mood for him to try and beat the obedience into her.
If he were to lay a hand on her in any way today, she would retaliate in the most gruesome matter she could. So no, she'll not turn it in. She could wait till next year, after all she could always revise and edit her writing.
Mrs. Colt clapped her hands, gaining everyone's attention. "Alright students, we have to move on. So place the short stories away and you can continue that at home or simply wait till tomorrow as I have said you have all summer to work on it. But now we are going to work on math, nothing hard. Just addition and subtraction." She walked in front of the chalkboard. "Go to your assigned cubbies and grab your math books please." She instructed.
Maeve closed her backpack, counted to three and opened it again to reveal her workbook. She didn't want to go anywhere near her classmates and opted to use her magic. It was fairly easy and simple to do.
"Turn to page thirty-six, you may work in pairs or you could work alone. And don't be afraid to ask for help, that's what teachers are for."
Maeve looked away in disgust, she could practically hear the fake in her teacher's voice. She opened her book to page 36 and began to quietly work.
1.) 42+13=55 2.) 28+13=41
3.) 21+6=27 4.) 15+8=23
5.) 36+14=50 6.) 33+16=49
1.) 18-12=6 2.) 26-14=12
3.) 84-23=61 4.) 43-31=12
5.) 15-6=8 6.) 72-51=21
Maeve checked her work over and nodded approvingly. It all seemed in order. The other students were working in pairs. Dudley and Piers were mostly talking and laughing, their work laid forgotten.
Mrs. Colt would never force Dudley to actually do it. She was too much of a coward to tell Dudley to do anything. Because Dudley Dursley would scrunch up his fat, ugly face and pretend to wail.
He always gets his way like that. He was a spoiled pig.
-Mrs. Colt would never say it to aunt Petunia's face, but I know how she truly feels about Dudley. I should convince her to tell Petunia how much of a pig and bully her son is. Just to see what would happen.-
Maeve glanced at the clock on the wall. eleven-forty, just three more hours and she could head to the library. Her aunt would pick up Dudley but then conveniently forget all about her niece. She'll have fifteen minutes after the bell to tell Mrs. Colt exactly what to say to anger Petunia.
She smirked, anything to get her aunt annoyed and Mrs. Colt in trouble.
"Alright children, anything you didn't finish will be done after class for check out. Now put the book away and you may get out your lunch boxes." Mrs. Colt instructed with a cheerful smile.
-she makes me want to pluck my eyes out and vomit. Dumb, fake idiot.-
Maeve sat, looking out the window. While aunt Petunia made Dudley a very large and unhealthy lunch, she got nothing. Because her uncle Vernon claimed that freaks such as herself didn't deserve the good food and should be happy with what she got.
-yeah, like I should be thankful for the stale bread crumbs and water. They say I'm the freak but what they're doing is child abuse and considered abnormal and unlawful. Should the police find out they'd be sent to prison.-
"Ms. Potter, will you not be eating?" Mrs. Colt asked, jolting her out of her thoughts.
Maeve turned her head and faced her teacher, with cold eyes. "No."
Mrs. Colt was unnerved by the intensity of the young girl's emerald eyes. Her face was void of any expression and even her tone of voice lacked any emotion. It was odd for a six year old.
"Well alright." She merely said before leaving the odd child alone. She could still feel her gaze on her back, watching her walk away. It sent chills down her back.
Maeve smirked, looking back out the window. It amused her when adults were creeped out by her. All she had to do was stare straight at them and then they began to become uncomfortable.
Lunch went by quickly, and Mrs. Colt had everyone take out a book for silent reading. Maeve was one of the few who actually read, the other students just drew or colored. She began reading a book she borrowed from the public library, it was about the pearl harbor. It had some big words, but she always figured out what they meant.
Soon it was finally three o'clock, in fifteen minutes parents would start arriving. Mrs. Colt had the students finish the math work as their exit ticket. Ready to set her plan in motion, Maeve stood up and began to walk towards Mrs. Colts desk.
"Mrs. Colt," she started with a soft soothing voice and a charming smile. "When Petunia Dursley arrives to pick up Dudley, I want you to tell her how you truly feel about her son. Let her know how idiotic and incompetent her child is, that he lacks the brains to go any further in life. You're going to tell her what a horrible mother she is and how she lacks the normalcy she craves. Do you understand?" She pushed the persuasion into her voice to make sure Mrs. Colt does as she's told.
The teacher nods, her eyes unfocused. Maeve shakes her head in mock disappointment. "Say it, Mrs. Colt, say you understand." She whispers.
"I understand." Her voice is almost robotic as she speaks.
"Good." Maeve praises before walking back to her desk to get ready to leave.
Mrs. Colt stands up with a smile on her pale face. "Alright everyone line up and I hope you have a wonderful summer vacation. Remember to rest up so you can have a good next year. Good job with all you've done. Now remain together while we walk to the pickup in the front."
Maeve stood in the back of the line, a little further away from the other students. As they reached their section , she noticed one of the few parents there was Petunia Dursley. She pushed her way to the front as she wanted to be in hearing distance.
"Mrs. Colt, pleasure to see you." Petunia said with her thin lips pulled in a smile. Dudley made his way towards his mom as Mrs. Colt felt the need to tell Petunia Dursley just how she felt about her son.
"Mrs. Dursley, may I just say something. I find your son's behavior and academics to be absolutely deplorable," Petunia's smile dropped and her eyes narrowed but before she could say anything, Mrs. Colt continued speaking. "I feel as though you lack the ability to properly raise a child. As your son is completely despicable, I fear he may never grow to amount to anything. For his grades are horrible and his attitude may very well get him into serious trouble all because he lacks discipline. And for goodness sake put your child on a diet. The boy is too large for his age!" Mrs. Colt ended her rant with a smile and a polite, "have a good day."
Maeve almost burst out laughing at the look on both her aunt and cousin's face. Dudley looked ready to throw a tantrum while her aunt looked like she swallowed a lemon. "How dare you?! Well I ought to get you fired!" She screeched. Maeve giggled as Mrs. Colt rolled her eyes. "Ma'am, it's the start of summer, I dare you to get me fired. I could find a new job away from your brat of a child."
Petunia glared as she marched away, her hand gripping Dudley's meaty arm. Maeve slipped away before Mrs. Colt could notice her. She giggled all the way to the library.
~the human sssoundsss crazy, laughing like that.~
Maeve stopped walking as she heard a strange voice, she looked around but no one was there.
~have you finally ssstopped laughing?~
The voice spoke again.
§hello? Who isss there?§
She called out, not realizing she was speaking in another language.
~what isss thisss? A ssspeaker?~
The voice had a strange hissing sound to it.
§ssshow yourssself§
Maeve ordered. She didn't like being ignored. She wanted to know who was speaking to her.
~I have not ssseen a ssspeaker in a long time.~
The voice said before the bush on her left side began to rustle and out came a beautiful snake. It had silver scales and dark slitted eyes. Maeve blinked slowly, confused on how a snake had been talking to her.
-Am I going crazy?-
§Were you ssspeaking to me?§
She unconsciously slipped back into the unknown language, tilting her head like a confused puppy.
~yesss, I was ssspeaking to you, youngling. You have a strong bright light around you.~
Maeve raised an eyebrow, glancing down at herself. There was no light. She looked back at the snake, who peered at her in interest.
§I sssee no light.§
The snake gave out a light hiss as though it were laughing.
~No, you would not sssee it. Your eyes are not equipped for the brightness.~
§What is your name?§
She asked, not even once thinking that perhaps it wouldn't have a name.
~I do not have one, hatchling.~
Maeve shook her head.
§That won't do. You need a name. Are you male or female?§
If the snake had no name, then she would give it one.
~male.~
§I ssshall name you Loki, norssse trickssster god. I have a feeling you'll be mossst missschievousss.§
The snake let out another hissing laugh as though she said something very amusing..
~yesss Loki will do.~
Maeve smiled, before glancing around. The sun was setting, it was getting late. She sighed, Petunia would most likely be upset over Mrs. Colts comments about her special Duddykins.
§I mussst be going. It's getting late.§
She smiled and waved goodbye, getting ready to leave.
~Wait, where do you live? May I come with you?~
Maeve hesitated, she didn't know what to say. But the snake sounded so hopeful. Would the Dursleys be furious or... Wait! They'll be terrified. A smirk appears upon her face.
§Loki, are you venomous?§
She asked, wanting to be sure that if she allowed her new snake companion to come, he could follow through with her promising threats to her relatives. Loki gave an equivalent of a nod, with his snake head. A smile graced her face, yes, she'd have much fun.
§Alright, you may come home with me.§
She giggled when she heard the snake cheer. Maeve walked down the sidewalk, and Loki hid along the shadows following her. They reached the Dursleys resident, when she suddenly stopped, pouting as she remembered her plans to visit the library.
She turned to Loki, gesturing for him to wait.
§Loki, I'm going to head in. I'll be back because I most likely have choresss to do outssside.§
She stopped walking when she heard him hiss angrily. She looked at him curiously.
~They dare force you to work for them!? The lowly humansss think they can order you around?~
Maeve thought his rant was pretty hilarious. But she also knew he was right. Those parasites shouldn't be telling her what to do.
She wouldn't worry, in a month she will have them kneeling at her feet. Nothing will get in her way. She just giggled at her serpent friend and headed inside.
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(Time skip)
Maeve(age 7)
She lied in bed, carefully thinking out her plan. She'll make sure the Dursleys never lay a hand on her again. Her back was still sore from the whipping Vernon did, despite the fact her special ability(actual magic, as Loki had told her) had healed most of the damaged parts.
She'll make them pay, make them beg for forgiveness. She'll have them on their knees, praying for death. But she'll let them live, because death would be mercy.
And she had no mercy for them.
Movement on her small mattress jolted her from her thoughts. Loki was shuffling closer to her small body, burrowing some of her body heat.
She smiled, Loki had been her most faithful companion. He had become her best and only friend in just a month. The Dursleys still haven't noticed him, but when they do, he'll be at her side demanding obedience.
And she will get it. She closed her eyes, she'll get some sleep before she changes all the rules in this house.
~.~
Maeve woke to harsh tapping on the cupboard door. She held in a growl, they were going to wake Loki up!
"Girl are you up?!" Her dear aunt Petunia screeched in her high pitched voice.
"Yes." She replied, rolling her eyes. She heard her aunt walking away before finally getting up to get ready for the day. She had a whole plan to set in motion.
She put on a dark grey oversized shirt and beige shorts that hung at her hips and fell just below her calves. She combed her fingers through her messy hair before pulling it into a ponytail. Aunt Petunia only allowed her to use the hairbrush for school or church. Church was mandatory for her, as uncle Vernon claimed God needed to punish the devil child as though if she walked in He would strike her down.
Pathetic, really.
She gently nudged Loki awake, a soft smile on her face. "Show time." She whispered quietly. Loki lifted his head and looked at her.
~Itsss time?~
He hissed.
Maeve nodded her eyes glinting in the dark cupboard as the light bulb she had had gone out months ago. Loki with his small size coiled around her arm.
§Letsss go.§
She pushed open the small door and hunched over to walk out. Her cousin, Dudley, stomped down the stairs. He shoved her out the way and headed to the kitchen where aunt Petunia was shuffling about.
Maeve smirked, her aunt couldn't cook. It's always been her job. One of the many things that drove her aunt crazy was how she did everything perfectly. It infuriated Petunia, it made the hits she gave her niece all the more pleasant.
Petunia scowled at Maeve, the little brat was much too small for her age but she was still such a pretty little girl. The clothes from her Dudders didn't hinder her beauty. Instead it made her seem like a modern Cinderella.
"Well? Get to cooking, make sure you don't burn anything or punishment will be worse! Understood?" Petunia smiled nastily, she enjoyed hurting the little freak. Besides, she never asked to be burdened by her freakish sister's daughter. It wasn't her fault Lily died.
She narrowed her eyes as Maeve smiled innocently while heading to the kitchen. The little brat was up to something, she just knew it. Petunia walked away, she had to wake Vernon, her poor husband was exhausted. He had to work late and then the freak went and broke her favorite teacup, so he had to punish her.
Maeve smiled to herself, she's about to ruin their lives. -Yes, I'll make breakfast and then I'll serve you the new rules.- She pulled out the griddle and began cooking the bacon and baking the pancakes. Taking out the frying pan, she began making egg omelets. -I'll make breakfast fit for a queen.- She hummed quietly to herself, cooking was an easy achievement.
In little over thirty minutes, she had breakfast made. She only served one plate and that was for her, two nicely baked pancakes, a few fried pieces of bacon and a perfectly made omelet. Aunt Petunia hadn't come downstairs yet, meaning she was still waking, or trying to wake up Dudley. Her cousin could sleep through an earthquake and barely twitch.
Maeve sat at the table, a pleased smile on her face. She waited patiently until she heard loud stomping descending down the steps, her smile widening as Dudley stumbled into the kitchen. His blue, beady eyes narrow as he notices his cousin sitting at the family table, his small brain slowly processing the unusual situation.
She giggled, amused, she mockingly wiggled her small, thin fingers in greeting. "Morning Dudley." Her voice soft, green eyes glinting mischievously. His pale, pudgy face scrunched up, turning red in anger. She raised an eyebrow, -Huh, guess he's not happy today.- She snickered quietly.
"Mom!" He wailed, Maeve snorted humorlessly. The fat baby walrus stomped his foot on the ground, the floor shaking slightly. Of course his tiny brain thought a tantrum would get him his way. The dark haired girl sneered in disgust, she was done being pushed around and intimidated. Now it was their turn to beg and scream in fear.
Petunia rushed into the kitchen as soon as she heard her precious son shout in distress. "Duddykins?!" She shouted frantically, eyes searching the area for any intruders before falling onto her niece who sat innocently at the table with a single plate of food in front of her. "What is the meaning of this, girl?" She demanded, eyes narrowing in suspicion.
The corners of Maeve's lips turned upward, she was finding the whole predicament hilarious. Now only would Vernon Dursley come down would she start the party. "Whatever do you mean, dear aunt Petunia?" She asked in mock curiosity.
Petunia glared at her abnormal niece in distrust, she glanced over her shoulder towards the staircase. Vernon should be coming down any minute, and she would let him punish the little brat. "Why is nothing done? Where is the rest of the food, and why on earth are sitting at the table? I've told you only MY family sits there!" She screeched in her shrill voice. Her glare hardened as she saw the freak roll her eyes.
Vernon swaddled down the stairs in a hurry as he heard his poor wife yelling at the burden that was left to them. The floorboards creaked loudly as he rushed into the kitchen, only to stop in bewilderment at the sight before him. The freak sat calmly at the table, in his spot, while Petunia glared at her. She glanced at him, her toxic green eyes glowing ominously.
Maeve grinned wickedly, finally everyone was present, she cleared her throat and with her hand she gestured for her parasite relative to sit. Vernon growled in anger, his face turning a disturbing shade of purple. He opened his mouth to shout, but Maeve raised her palm forward and closed it into a fist, effectively silencing her brute of an uncle.
"Sit." She ordered quietly, pushing some magic into her voice to make sure they did as she commanded. Her aunt and uncle's eyes widened as they did as told with no hesitation, Dudley squeaked as he was forcefully pushed into a chair that had pulled out on its own. "Now, Dursleys listen carefully because I will not be repeating myself. I know of magic, and I've come to realize that you two," she pointed at her shell shocked aunt and uncle in disdain. "Knew I had it but kept it to yourselves. I don't appreciate that, that will change. You are no longer in control, you no longer have authority over me. Do you want to know why?" She asked sarcastically.
"It's because you three are disgustingly normal, you have no power, no magic. Nothing. Which means you are below me. I'm in charge now, because if I wanted to I could kill you. I have no problem in doing so, just know I do not need you. I'm capable of taking care of myself, you have no use to me. Petunia, Dudley you may be blood, but you are not family. Remember that. Any questions?" She asked, glancing in the eyes of her terrified relatives.
Petunia turned her head,refusing to look the demonic child in the eyes. She knew her kind weren't good. She didn't seem to realize that she and her family helped create the monster that sat in front of them.
Vernon still couldn't talk, but he did glare defiantly at his atrocious niece. He'd put her in her place as soon as she let them go. Just she wait.
As though reading his mind, Loki appeared, peeking his head from the sleeves of his new mistress's shirt. Snake eyes glaring as he hissed in warning. The horse faced woman and baby walrus both yelped in fear at the sight of a dangerous creature, the elephant lookalike's face paled rapidly at the freaks companion.
~Missstresss, the fool is going to become a problem. Ssshall I take care of him?~
She smirked as she stared at the parasites that were shaking in fear, She replied back in snake tongue, relishing in the terror apparent on their faces.
§Not to worry, my dear Loki. Asss Sssoon asss he ssstepsss out of line, I'll dissspossse of him.§
Maeve smiled politely, standing up. "Well, I hope you understand what I have said. It'd be a shame if any of you were to vanish. Petunia, I will not be doing those ridiculous chores anymore, you want them done then do them yourself. Have a good day." She walked towards the kitchen door, before stopping. "Oh, by the way, I'm taking over the guest room. If Marge ever decides to stay over I'm sure you could find her somewhere to sleep. Might I suggest a dog house? That is where animals go." She then walked out, her laughter following her out.
§Sssoon Loki, we'll have our revenge.§
The snake hissed in agreement before returning to the warmth in his mistress sleeve. Maeve grinned in delightment, she'll finally have control...