(Age 10, July 30, 1991)

As the years went by, the Dursley household quickly fell into the control of young Maeve Potter. She soon taught them the rules they were to follow lest they be punished. Vernon Dursley was the first to learn that the hard way.

*Flashback*

Maeve was the last to wake up, deciding she had deserved to get some much needed sleep. She had Petunia doing everything, cleaning, cooking and weeding the garden. It wasn't her job anymore.

She heard shouting downstairs, it seemed her pathetic family members couldn't be bothered to keep quiet. Sighing, she sat up stretching her arms above her head. Groaning as her muscles popped satisfyingly. She got up and headed to her closet in the guest room she had taken over, it was filled with clothes that she had her aunt Petunia purchased for her. She picked out a black, knee length, spaghetti strapped dress with a soft long sleeved shirt underneath and her favorite black leather doc martens.

Quickly changing and combing through her dark curls before heading downstairs. The shouting got louder as she neared the kitchen, it was an argument between aunt Petunia and uncle Vernon about her. She growled quietly as she caught snippets of what they were saying.

"Pet, listen, let's just get rid of her. Surely her kind wouldn't notice her missing." She listened as Vernon continued to insist on removing her. Petunia was clearly thinking it through.

"I don't know Vernon, you saw what she could do. What if she follows through to what she said and kills us?" Maeve smirked at that, it seems her aunt wasn't fully dumb.

Vernon scoffed, puffing his chest out. "The freak wouldn't do a thing, we took her in and gave her a home. Fed and clothed her, she owes us."

Having heard enough, Maeve walks in, stopping just behind Vernon. Petunia's eyes widened at the sight of her furious niece, Vernon hadn't noticed and continued ranting. "Surely you're not daft enough to assume I would be thankful to you lot for treating me like a slave?" She asked rhetorically.

Her uncle swirled around, face red with anger. He lifted his large hand in an attempt to hit her. Maeve narrowed her eyes and watched in cruel amusement as Vernon Dursley slammed against the wall on the other side of the room.

"I knew you were an idiot, but to think you'd actually try to lay a hand on me when I've clearly stated I was and always will be stronger than you." She sneered in disgust, "Apparently it didn't go very far in that thick head of yours, so now you must understand that I've got to punish you. Because you trying to harm me will not be tolerated." She turned to her shaking aunt and ordered her to leave.

Stalking forward, like a predator preparing to pounce on its prey. Maeve stood in front of Vernon's body lying prone on the ground. "What should I do to show you exactly who is in charge?" Tapping her small index finger against her chin in thought, she nodded her head. "I know, I'll just make sure you never forget."

With her right index finger she traced P.O.M on his meaty forearm. She smiled sadistically as she watched the large man squirm in pain. Then, with her left hand she reached forward and gripped his right arm, calling upon her magic she snapped his arm. He let out an agonized scream.

Gripping his chin and forcing him to look up at her, green eyes glaring at his whimpering form. "Never think you can get rid of me, only I decide when to go. Remember, from this day on, I own you." She hissed viciously. "Do you understand now?" He nodded fearfully, tears pooling at the edge of his eyes. "Good, clean yourself up. Petunia will drive you to the emergency room, if they ask, you were fixing the roof and had an unfortunate accident."

Maeve stood up from her crouching position, straightened her dress out and walked out to find her aunt and cousin sitting in the family area. They were huddled together. "Petunia, you'll have to drive Vernon to the hospital. You'll not speak of this to anyone, unless you want to be punished." She smiled sweetly, sending shivers down her aunt's spine. How could such a beautiful, angelic looking child be so demonic?

*Flashback over*

That had been an exciting day, she had the chance to put one of her disgusting relatives in their place. She dressed in an over-sized black nirvana t-shirt tucked into faded high-waist cutoff denim shorts that stopped just below mid thigh and a pair of black converse, she looked in the mirror and nodded her head approvingly. She grabbed her brown, leather messenger bag and walked out her room, making sure to lock it before going downstairs.

She was planning on going to the library to catch up on some summer reading, Loki hadn't wanted to come. He preferred to stay in the warm, heated room rather than walk in the cool summer breeze. -My spoiled snake.- She walked into the quiet kitchen, the Dursleys were sitting eating peacefully. Maeve smirked as she noticed Vernon had to restrain himself from flinching at the sight of her.

"Good morning, I've come to let you know I'm headed out. I'll be going to the library, you don't have to wait on me for dinner as I'll be out late," She said with a faux smile. "Oh, and like I've warned before, don't try leaving because I will find you. Remember Vernon, I own you." She giggled, waving and leaving them to themselves.

She was quite excited for her birthday. There was nothing planned but she could tell her relatives to give her a couple pounds, after all she's been so nice. She'll be eleven years old, and will finally be going to a different school from Dudley as he was going to Smeltings Academy, Vernon's Alma mater.

The library was a few blocks from privet drive, she had books to return and books to check out. She walked up the sidewalk leading to the entrance of the beautiful brick wall building, the cool air caressing her face gently. Smiling, she made her way down her favorite aisle- fantasy.

Maeve rubbed her fingertips along the smooth spine of the book, she sighed in content. Her love for books was something she could never figure out. Was it because while reading she never felt alone? Or was it because your favorite characters never truly leave you? Or was it something deeper? She didn't know nor did she particularly care, she just enjoyed it and nothing could take away her pleasure.

She chose two books by Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice and Sense and Sensibility. Her attraction for old love stories never showed from outside her world of books, she merely liked the way they were portrayed, reality shows love differently. It was disappointing how much men lacked chivalry and how women never act like proper lady's.

Grabbing the books of her choice, she went to check them out before heading to a small secluded area to read undisturbed.

'Mr. Bingley had soon made himself acquainted with all the principle people in the room; he was lively and unreserved, danced every dance, was angry that the ball closed so early, and talked of giving one himself at Netherfield. Such amiable qualities must speak for themselves. What a contrast between him and his friend! Mr. Darcy danced only once with Mrs. Hurst and once with Miss Bingley, declined being introduced to any other Lady, and spent the rest of the evening walking about the room, speaking occasionally to one of his own parties. His character was decided. He was the proudest, most disagreeable man in the world, and everyone hoped that he would never come there again. Among the most violent against him was Mrs. Bennet, whose dislike of his general behavior was sharpened into particular resentment, by having slighted one of her daughters.'

She made it to chapter three before realizing closing time was approaching, placing her things away and she followed a small group of older kids out the door. She glared at two particular girls who did not move after she so kindly asked them too. "Would you please get out of my way, I have to be somewhere." Her smile quickly faltered as the tallest of the two rolled her eyes, smacking her gum loudly.

"Go around kid, can't you see adults are talking?" She said, her friend snickering. Maeve narrowed her eyes, lips pursing. "I see." She whispered coldly, the two girls tensed as a dark feeling overcame their senses. "Follow me." She ordered, turning sharply knowing those two parasites were behind her, obeying like good dogs.

She smirked, she'd have fun putting them in their place. She also knew she wouldn't get blamed because she was a child, hardly big enough to harm the girls twice her size. She'd make the tall blonde do the dirty work.

"Alright, you," she pointed to the brunette one. "I want you to jump up on one foot. And you," Pointing at the blonde. "If she falters, you are going to beat her till I tell you to stop. Begin!" Maeve watched in amusement as the brunette begin to grow exhausted, struggling to keep jumping.

The brunette gasped in fear when her leg cramped and she collapsed on the ground, she looked at her friend with tears in her dark eyes. "Please, Liv! Don't do it!" She begged, whimpering as the blonde stepped forward, her face expressionless.

"Sorry Audrey." Maeve stared passively as Liv beat Audrey, kicking and punching. The girl screamed in pain, calling out for help, but Maeve made sure no one would be able to hear them.

"Stop." She ordered, she walked forward and gripped the panting blonde's arm, with her magic she broke it causing her to let out a shriek before also falling to the ground unable to withstand the pain. Maeve crouched down in order to be eye to eye with the two shaking parasites. "Let's get this clear, I'm someone you don't want to mess with. Now when I leave, you won't remember what happened here, you won't recall who did this to you. You've never met or seen me. But you will remember what I've said, and who is the better between us. Understood?" She asked with a faux smile of innocence, the two girls nodded their heads rapidly, fearing what would come if they disagreed.

"Excellent." Maeve clapped in innocent pretense. "I'll be going now, get to the hospital and get help and remember I was never here." She patted their heads before standing up and walking away. It was time to get back to the Dursleys.

The sun was setting already, the sky looked like a stunning painting of pinks, oranges, yellows, and violets splattered around. It was a beautiful sight to behold. The silence was peaceful as she walked to the house, her mind was calm as she listened to the birds chirping and the wind howling.

She made it down the road to privet drive, the street was empty as everyone was most likely getting ready for bed. Walking up to number 4, privet drive, she noticed the living area lights were on. Furrowing her eyebrows, she unlocked the door and went inside.

Her aunt and uncle sat together on the couch looking equally nervous, Petunia was wringing her hands and tapping her foot. "What's going on?" She questioned, her sudden appearance caused the two already nervous couple to practically jumped out of their skin. Maeve raised a delicately arched eyebrow at them and motioned with her hand to get on with it.

Petunia cleared her throat before shakily meeting her nieces alluring deep green eyes, "Well, there's something we need to discuss before your birthday tomorrow." She said trying to appear confident.

"Oh, really?" Maeve answered with an amused smile. The long necked blonde flinched slightly, her confidence faltering for a moment before she regained composure. "Do carry on." She said, an innocent smile on her soft pink lips.

"On your eleventh birthday, you will be receiving a letter from a place where there are more people like you, with your abilities." Petunia carried on, she felt sweat trickling down her back. The demonic child was terrifying. "You'll be asked to attend school with them to learn to harness your magic more effectively."

The young girl's eyes twinkled in fascination, there was a world out there with people just like her! She tilted her head in thought, no. That wouldn't do, there could only be one Maeve. Perhaps she could analyze everything before she made a move. She'll wait and see, then she'll figure out the most appropriate way to take over the magical world. After all, everyone needs a leader.

"You say I'll receive the letter tomorrow?" She asked, wanting to make sure. She continued when her relatives nodded, "Alright, make sure I get that letter as soon as it gets here. I'll be heading to bed, I suggest you two do the same. We have a big day tomorrow." She smirked, walking away. Her room was at the end of the hall, away from the loud, obnoxious snoring. Thank goodness for that.

She stumbled into her dark room, the cold air assaulting her immediately. Loki, who was curled into himself on her bed, lifted its head before unraveling and slithering towards her. She giggled sweetly at her best friend/familiar.

~Hello, Missstresss. You took a while.~ Loki commented, his hissing voicing curiosity.

§Well, I had to put two girl'sss in their place, they were after all very rude.§ She replied with a quiet snicker.

Loki tilted his head in confusion, but didn't say anything else as his Mistress began getting ready for bed. She changed into a large plain white shirt and small pink shorts. She then threw her thick curly mane into a messy bun and shuffled into bed, wrapping her soft, warm blanket around her. Loki nuzzled beside her, enjoying the warmth his human gave off.

§Goodnight, Loki.§

~Night.~ His soft hiss came out tiredly.

Maeve giggled to herself, he had been asleep all day and was still tired. She had one lazy snake.

~.~

(Age 11 July 31, 1991)

Maeve woke to the sun brightly shining on her face through her sheer red curtains, Loki hissed in dissatisfaction. She giggled softly, her companion was such a spoiled baby. She tossed the blanket off her too warm body and sat up, skin flushed as she smiled brightly. It was her birthday and she'd get to see that letter her aunt had informed her about.

§Come on, Loki. Let'sss go sssee if thisss letter hasss arrived.§

She ordered the lazy snake up, he hissed grumpily but did as told. Maeve opened her door and walked down to the kitchen where the Dursleys were at. Loki slithered alongside her, trying to stay within the shadows where it's easier to hide and he was much more able to launch a surprise attack..

"Has anything arrived?" She asked as she walked into the kitchen, Dudley tensed up. Maeve smirked, green eyes glinting with mirth. He obviously remembered his punishment, good.

Petunia shook her head nervously, fearful her niece would strike out. But she watched in bewilderment as the young girl merely smiled and stated that there was still time left. Petunia was left in a stump, Maeve was acting strange. Was it because of the letter that was coming that would tell her about her world?

Maeve turned her head, curls bouncing on her shoulders she gazed out the window. Where was this letter? Had her aunt lied to her? No, she wouldn't endanger her life like that. Was someone bringing the letter?

As she was lost in her thoughts, she didn't notice the owl flying towards her, heading straight for the open window. A loud screech shocked her out of her head, Maeve's green orbs widened as the small, tawny owl sat perched on one of the brown, sturdy chairs. It stared at her with wide golden eyes, sticking one of its clawed talons out, peering at her with an intelligent gaze.

Eyes narrowed at the minuscule owl, before reaching forward she grabbed the letter removing it from its talons. She unscrolled the parchment paper and carefully read the letter.

She pursed her lips slightly. Today was the thirty-first of July, was the invitation still valid? She looked up and stared at the owl that peered back at her.

"Well, I suppose I should go and write my acceptance letter." She turned and walked out the kitchen leaving her stunned relatives behind as they watched the tiny creature trail after her. Vernon, baffled, turned to his wife for an explanation, who in turn merely ignored him. She was just glad the letter had arrived.

Maeve pulled out a piece of white lined paper and a pencil, she had no parchment but that shouldn't make a difference.

'Dear Minerva McGonagall,

I will like to accept this invitation to your school, I hope the fact that it's being delivered on the last day you should have received it didn't hinder your work. By the way I currently have no way to get the items stated on the list, is there a certain place I go? Please write back with answers.

Thank you,

Maeve Potter.'

She folded the paper and placed it neatly in an envelope and tied it on the owl, tight enough so it wouldn't fall by accident but loose enough so that it didn't harm the little guy. "Well, owl, you should know what to do." She opened her window and dismissed the owl, who gave an offended hoot before flying away.

She smirked, turning to Loki who only stared curiously at his human.

§Were going to have ssso much fun.§

Loki hissed in agreement. Deciding to get ready for the day, Maeve walked to her closet and pulled out a black long sleeved shirt and a black and white checkered mid-thigh skirt, knee length socks and her leather doc Martens. She quickly changed, tucking the shirt into her skirt and brushing through her dark curls, placing them into twin space buns. Little baby hairs falling in curls down her forehead and her nape.

Nodding at her appearance, she walked back out to the kitchen. The Dursleys went about their normal routine, carefully treading around Maeve, who seemed in a chirpy mood. They didn't want to destroy the peace.

-Hogwarts? A real magic school. How exciting!-

She was lost in her thoughts, walking around with a wide, enchanting smile on her pale, unblemished face. Petunia watched her niece warily, she looked like an innocent child. But she knew the truth, that was a demon spawn.

Maeve blinked out of her daydream when Loki nudged her with his tail.

~missstresss, when do we leave for your ssschool?~

The question was innocent enough, but it made her pause. Hogwarts first year term was on the first of September, which was in a month. She had to get everything ready, because she was going to have an amazing year.