Maeve had gotten up extra early the next morning, wanting to check if the owl had returned with another letter. She quickly got dressed in a plain white shirt tucked into high waist cuffed mom jeans and converse. Loki had also gotten up, as he sensed his human's anxiousness.

She snapped her head up as she heard soft hooting at her window, the owl from before! Loki used his tail to unlock the window, allowing the tawny, petite owl in. Maeve rushed forward, with shaking hands she approached the waiting creature.

Carefully, she untied the parchment.

Diagon Alley? Goblins? Maeve figured these lots were a bit crazy, so she placed the paper down and reached for her own, having bought her parchment yesterday night.

After writing her reply, she neatly rolled up her parchment, and tightened it gently around the owls talons. She patted the owl softly on the head, before ushering it out. "You know what to do." With a hoot, the tiny animal flew away.

Loki observed his human, she seemed to be much more calm than when he first met her. Maybe going to a new place wouldn't be so bad, considering his human was anticipating it. His slit eyes studied her body language, she was tense while she searched through her messenger bag. Left foot continuously tapping, she chewed on her lower lip. She seemed to be filled with anxiety.

~missstresss?~

He hissed out, questioningly. She had paused mid-step towards her closet, seeming to freeze and stare into nothing.

§Loki, what ssshall I do, ssshould the other ssstudentsss ssstep out of line? I wisssh to remain unssseen until further ado.§

The green eyed girl admitted reluctantly. She hated revealing anything in fear of seeming weak, but she trusted Loki. He'd been her most faithful companion since the day she brought him home when she was merely six years old.

Loki hissed thoughtfully, a forked tongue flickering out his mouth. So this was what his human had been worrying about. He calmed slightly at that.

~Ssshould anyone step out of line, do what you do bessst. Punisssh them. You ssshall ssstick to yourssself like you planned, becaussse sssooner or later they will obey your command.~

He replied, he knew his human would one day rule over those incompetent people. It was only a matter of time.

Maeve smiled at her serpent friend, he always knew exactly what to say to make her feel better. And he was right. No matter what, she was going to take control. Make everything better.

§You are right, my dear friend. I ssshall take your advice.§

Full lips curled in a sweet smile as she pet her familiar, always such a good boy. He'd never betray her, one of the few she knew would stay by her side. And she'll keep it that way.

~.~

Mave walked down the stairs, Loki by her side as per usual. The house was quiet, the Dursleys were out for the day. They were buying Dudley a handsome suit as Marge was coming over.

A sadistic smile crawled on her pale face, she hoped the large, foolish woman tried to hit her with that insufferable cane. Just like with the Dursleys, Maeve would love to set that wrench, Marge straight, show her who is truly in charge.

Wandering into the kitchen to look for a snack, Maeve thought of what life had in store for her. What great adventure would she be on? What type of magic would they teach her? Did they teach mundane studies?

She grabbed an apple as she stared out the kitchen window. Perhaps life would become much better wherever she was going, she would see to it that it is. Loki slithered into her lap, hissing for attention.

Maeve smiled in amusement, her spoiled needy little serpent. She wouldn't trade him for the world.

§Tell me Loki, would going there be a missstake? I already have full control over here, what if sssomething goes? What would I do?§

That question was bothering her deeply. She wouldn't want to hurt those that were like her but if the need comes, well rules were meant to be broken. Even she was prone to that.

~Then you take control over there asss well. I believe you'd make a wonderful ruler.~

Loki replied as though it were the most obvious answer. Though perhaps to him it was. He watched as his human smiled, the look on her eyes would make a grown man shiver in fear.

§Yesss, I'd make an absolutely perfect ruler. Ssshould they abide my rulesss, mercy would follow them. Sssoon I'll have taken over both worldsss. No one will ssstop me. Not the magicalsss and certainly not thessse abominationsss.§

The smile on her face grew a tad darker, she would make them see her ways. Loki hissed in agreement, she pet his head gently, he was always so kind to her. He deserved the world.

In a few hours, Marge would arrive and the Dursleys would struggle to make sure everything was perfect. Maeve was quite excited, the large whale hadn't been over in a while so she doesn't know of the change. It would be the perfect moment to show Marge exactly who ran the show.

~.~

Maeve sat up in her room, she could hear her aunt Petunia running around like a headless chicken fixing up the house for her guest. She could only hope no one told Marge about her, that would ruin the fun. She was dressed in her favorite maroon long sleeved dress that fell just below her knees, black flats, and her dark curls were let down, falling perfectly down her back.

She pursed her lips, the light shining from the gloss. It was almost time and Loki was being childish.

§I think it looksss cute! Ssso you ssshould wear it.§

She hissed insistently. Her eyes narrowed at the defiant snake.

~That would make me look like sssome noodle!~

Loki hissed indignant, annoyance boiling in both snake and human.

Just as Maeve was going to retort, the doorbell rang. Indicating someone had arrived, that someone being Marge. Vivid green eyes glared at the cheering snake. She knew he won this round, but she'll succeed next time.

§Letsss go, wouldn't want to be late.§

Loki followed her out, opting to stay in the dark shadows. His eyes trained on his human, making sure no harm would fall before her. He watched as she calmly walked into the loud kitchen, head held high in a position someone who knows they're powerful could hold.

Maeve smirked as she entered the noisy kitchen and it only widened when she saw how her relatives stiffened. Though it seemed the daft woman hadn't noticed her brother's predicament. Green eyes twinkled darkly as the beady eyed wrench saw her, she waved mockingly at her.

Marge might have been a slow oaf but she knew when she was being taunted, and right now her brothers oddity of a niece was trying to rile her up. It was working. The abdominous woman scrunched up her face in disgust. She really didn't understand why Vernon and Petunia kept the girl, she would have gotten rid of the thing.

The dumpy woman hadn't seen the warning look Vernon tossed her way, as she tramped closer to the still smiling young girl. Suddenly she froze in the center of the room, her eyes widened. She wasn't able to move!

Maeve watched as Marge glanced around the room frantically, she knew Vernon nor Petunia would step in. They weren't brave enough. She sauntered towards Marge, she stared shrewdly at the unpleasant parasite.

"Tell me Marge, do you believe in magic?" The young girl wondered, leaning her face closer. She ignored the startled gasp that left Petunia's mouth, focusing solely on the filth before her.

Marge was either extremely dumb or very clueless. "Magic isn't real, you freak of nature!" She had practically snarled the sentence out.

Maeve only blinked, after all she had expected an outburst. "Well, I suppose I'll have to convince you, huh?" She questions, making direct eye contact.

Vernon and Petunia watched in trepidation. They were glad Dudley was napping before dinner, but anxiety clawed at them, what was she going to do to Marge? They were told to sit down and enjoy the show, not having much choice, they did as told.

Once the Dursleys were sat down, Maeve directed her attention back to the still frozen ape. "Now where were we?" She asked with a charming smile, eyes glinting with malice.

Marge could only state in fear, this was no child. A demonic little girl she was. She knew Vernon should have gotten rid of her when she was a babe. Now it was too late.

"Right, you don't believe in magic. That's alright. What's not alright is the fact you don't know the rules. That's just not going to cut it." Maeve tsked in disappointment, shaking her head. "Rule number one is the easiest one to remember, I'm in charge. So know your place. Rule number two, disobedience is not and will not ever be tolerated. Punishment will be necessary. Number three, the most crucial one, nothing that happens here will be spoken of."

Maeve tightly gripped Marge's pudgy face in her small hand, "Do you understand?" Her mouth twisted into a sardonic smile, eyes shining with amusement. She released the hag before turning to her aunt and uncle. "Petunia, I'll be needing a ride into London tomorrow. I do hope you're not busy."

Petunia shook her head rapidly, she'll clear her schedule if she has to. "Good." Her devilish niece replied, lips pulled in a pleased smile. What had her life come to? Taking orders and fearing her sister's little girl? This wasn't how she wanted to live.

"You can go get Dudley now." She told her aunt and then pointed at Marge who had collapsed once the magic lifted. "And you can clean yourself up. It's time for dinner." As soon as she finished speaking the three adults were up and going.

Loki continued to watch from the sidelines, humor in his slit pale eyes. His human was the most interesting. He slithered out from his hiding place and towards Maeve.

The young girl looked down as her serpent approached, tongue flickering out his mouth. He stared at her expectantly and she nearly laughed at the frustrated hiss that escaped his mouth. She bent down to be face to face with her dear snake.

§Did you need sssomething Loki?§

She hissed, letting out a laugh at the string of curses that left her friend.

~Up.~

He all but demanded.

Maeve rolled her eyes, as said long ago, Loki was a spoiled brat. But she wouldn't change him for the world. He was hers and she was his. How it's always been and always will be.

~.~

Later on in the night as everyone settled into bed, Maeve was sitting at her desk with the lamp on. Reading was a favorite pass-time for her, she read every chance she got. She could hardly wait for when she entered Hogwarts, imagining all the books they could possibly have.

Perhaps a huge library with an endless selection to choose from? After all why have magic when you can't use it for simple pleasurable things? Entering a whole new world, where she could learn to harness her magic, it was exciting.

Tomorrow she'd see part of the magical community when she goes to pick up her supplies. She'd most definitely grab some extra things for herself. There was no doubt in her mind that she wouldn't practice on her own.

Turning off her lamp, she walked to her bed to get some much needed sleep. Loki curled in next to her, absorbing the warmth her body provided. She smiled sleepily, -goodnight Loki.-

~.~

Maeve woke to the still dark sky, she groaned shifting slightly. Loki hissed in annoyance as he was jostled, she smiled apologetically as she sat up. Groaning as her stuff muscles popped, she glanced at her clock.

"Okay, I'll make a list of things I'll need and want. I do not want to carry around parchment. It's so out of date." She walked towards her desk and grabbed paper and a pen. Sitting down on her spinning chair, she twirled around, thinking. "I should get an owl. They're quite useful. They're like your own personal mailman. Its intriguing."

She made her list and wrote a letter to the Dursleys, saying she wouldn't be needing a ride after all. She'll just take the bus. Maeve walked to her closet and pulled out a pair of faded blue jeans and a black and red checkered flannel and her black converse.

Quickly getting dressed, she nudged Loki awake. He had told her last night he wanted to go, she could never deny him anything. Loki uncoiled before slithering inside his human's sleeve and curling around her arm.

§Ready?§

She hissed in question. Loki merely nodded his head before falling once more to sleep. She giggled quietly. He was such a lazy little guy.

Maeve grabbed her bag and walked into the kitchen where she left the note behind. Wanting to make sure those insects saw it straight away. After all she didn't want them thinking they had a chance to leave.

She placed the note on the counter and walked out the house from the back door. It was much easier to get by with no witnesses. Walking to the bus stop was quiet and peaceful.

The sun was barely beginning to rise, cool air nipping at her face. She felt Loki tighten around her arm. Glancing down at her watch, she noted that the bus should be arriving in a few minutes.

She tapped her foot quietly against the pavement as she impatiently waited for the bus to arrive. Her watch said it was five minutes late, and she was growing irritated by the second. Finally, just as her patience was burning through the roof, it arrived.

Grumbling hatefully to herself she pulled out her money bag to get the amount to pay. She pulled out a pound, knowing full well she was not going to give a tip. It could've been worse, she could have punished him. He should be grateful.

The bus pulled to a stop in front of her and the driver took his time opening the door, her control was slowly fading as her anger began to emit from her body. When the door opened she nearly growled, oh was she planning on giving this man the curse of a lifetime. She got on, a vicious glare on her face, the man took no notice of her death look and instead smiled fairly greeting her with a dreadfully cheerful good morning.

She paid the fee and walked to the back, the driver had better pray she never sees him again. She won't be showing mercy. There were a few more stops before they reached main London.

Maeve learned that focusing her magic on Latin words made it come out stronger, so as she passed the driver she whispered a little spell she made up. "Timor accedit nox vestra." It was to show your greatest fear when night came. That spell had been her greatest accomplishment.

She smirked as she walked out, green eyes searching for the pub. Leaky cauldron, it should have magic surrounding it. With that thought in mind she closed her eyes and called out for the familiar sense of magic.

Almost instantly, she felt it reach out and wrap itself around her. She smiled as she opened her eyes. It was in the center of two buildings, remaining hidden in the shadows.

As she was heading towards the seemingly invisible pub, she saw a large man standing in the middle of the sidewalk. Strangers giving him side glances but not really looking, they made room to walk around him as well. He seemed to be looking for somebody.

He looked quite savage, actually, with long dark hair and beard. Beady little eyes that anxiously looked around. Part giant crossed her mind, she shrugged it off as she, too, walked around him.

Entering the small pub, it instantly grew in size on the inside. The air of magic hit her and she closed her eyes in contentment. She reopened them when she felt someone approaching her.

A tall, bald man with a few missing teeth smiled jovially. He looked like a toothless walnut. "Welcome, I'm Tom. How can I help you?"

She recognized the name from the letter Minerva had sent her. She had claimed the man before would help her enter Diagon Alley. So, putting on her most innocent and childish smile she greeted the man.

"Hello, Tom. I'm Maeve and I was hoping you could help me get into Diagon Alley?" She asked, hating how she had to act. But it always got the job home.

The Tom fellow guided her to a brick wall, which she looked blankly at. Was this man joking? What is a plain wall going to do?

Suddenly he tapped it with, she's assuming his wand. Two up and three left. Interesting.

Her eyes widened as the wall separated, causing an opening to appear. Tom chuckled at the excitement on her face. If she wasn't so in awe she'd have hexed him.

"Well, go on. And have fun on your first Hogwarts experience." She waved goodbye as she walked in. Witches and wizards of all kinds just wandering around, they each felt different. Some dark, some light, and some in between.

"Gringotts first." She whispered to herself. Loki shifted slightly as he peaked his head out from her sleeves. He looked to also be in a state of wonderment.

After a few minutes of looking, she came upon an intimidating stone building.

Enter stranger,
But take heed,
Of what awaits
The sins of greed,
For those who take,
But do not earn,
Must pay most dearly
In their turn,
So if you seek
Beneath our floors
A treasure
That was never yours,
Thief,
You have been warned
Beware
Of finding
More than treasure there.

It was a haunting little poem, showing the threat the goblins possessed should they feel threatened. It was fascinating.

She walked in, the first thing she noticed was that the goblins were nearly a head shorter than her, it obviously meant she had to start drinking more milk. Maeve walked up to the first goblin she saw, which happened to be sharpening a sword. The look in its eyes had her lifting an eyebrow.

"Pardon me, but I would like to request to see my account manager. I was told I should visit here first." She politely explained, not knowing exactly how these creatures responded to rudeness, she decided to play it safe and be respectful. After all, she wouldn't want to insult those managing her bank.

"Name?" The little creature sneered, Maeve tried not to let it bother her, she plastered a fake smile on her face.

"Maeve Potter." She simply stated, she watched in confusion as the goblins eyes had widened before they trailed up to her forehead where her scar was. Subtly, she hid it behind her bangs.

"We'll have to verify if your truly who you say you are." He spoke in a gravelly voice, she idly wondered if others had tried to scam their way in to cause such procedures. Either way she agreed.

The goblin, who identified himself as Griphook, led her to the back where she would be taking a blood test. "Griphook," she spoke as they walked. "What type of test does one take to find more of their heritage?" She was curious on who exactly her parents were, if they were like her.

He grunted before answering. "There is an inheritance test, after the blood just ask Slivertooth for the second part." He replied, glancing at her for a moment. "It'll provide the information of all your family tree, distant relatives and who you are heiress to."

-My family tree? I wonder if I have any living relatives.-

Soon they stopped in front of a very large door, its height slightly intimidated her. Griphook knocked firmly and then stepped back and waited.

"Enter." A voice sounding like gravel called from inside. Griphook pushed open the door, he made it look so easy but Maeve knew if she tried she would surely injure herself.

Another goblin showed, sitting behind a beautiful mahogany desk. Large mountains of gold were behind him, she came to realize that goblins loved gold and would flaunt it any chance they got. With that information, she knew exactly how she'd be able to get her way should she need something from them.

"What is it you need, Griphook?" The goblin, who must have been in charge, asks. Said goblin motioned to the small girl beside him. "She is claiming to be Maeve Potter, and has requested the blood test to prove it along with an inheritance."

The head goblin, Silvertooth, remembered Griphook saying, nodded and examined her with calculating eyes. She stared back, refusing to be domineered. Seconds later, he motioned for her to sit in the chair in front of him.

He pulled out a blade and a parchment paper. -What is with parchment with these wizards? Are they that much out of date?- "You will need to cut your palm and spill a few droplets of blood onto the paper, it will reveal if you're the real Maeve Potter. And then we will do the inheritance test." He instructed, handing over the gorgeous blade. "Nothing to worry about. After the blood is given the wound will heal itself up, you'll hardly feel it." He assured, most likely seeing her hesitancy.

Taking a deep breath, Maeve placed the cool blade to her palm and pushed pressure as she cut it. She winced at the slight discomfort but other than that it hardly hurt. She clenched her hand to make the blood flow faster. A few drops and the paper began to glow a pure white turning brighter and brighter.

Finally the light began to fade and on the paper it showed the truth that she was who she claimed. Silvertooth glanced at her paper, shock evident in his face. And it wasn't because of her name, something else caught his attention.

"Next." She said, wanting to see what family she belonged to. Slivertooth nodded, while conjuring another parchment paper and cleaning the remaining blood off the blade. He told her to do the same as before.

Repeating the same action, she noticed how this stung slightly more than the first time. Lightly glowed once more before settling down. Griphook, who had been standing behind her, reached forward and took the blade from her and the towel that lay on the desk.

Paying the goblins no mind, she pulled the paper into her hand and began to read.

Name: Maeve Alarica Potter
Mother: Lily Jane Potter nee Evans
Father: James Fleamont Potter
Godfather: Sirius Orion Black
Godmother: Alice Marie Longbottom

Heiress:
Peverell
Potter
Black
Gryffindor
Slytherin-by right of conquest
Le Fay
Morningstar

Potter Vaults 687:
207,910 Galleons, 123,460 Sickles, 22,859 Knuts
Black Vaults 711:
623,732 Galleons, 402,375 Sickles, 8,496 Knuts
Gryffindor Vaults 3:
124,024,014 Galleons, 80,946 Sickles, 12,791 Knuts
Slytherin Vaults 1:
182,112,012 Galleons, 40,692 Sickles, 16,471 Knuts
Le Fay Vaults 6:
21,100,395,530 Galleons, 120,462 Sickles, 23,610 Knuts
Morningstar Vaults 12:
583,291,650 Galleons, 120,658 Sickles, 60,334 Knuts

Maeve Alarica Potter
July 31, 1981
Magic Affiliation:
Dark
Magic blocked:
Wandless: 40/100
Wordless: 40/100
Parseltongue: 35/100
Potions: 90/100

Loyalty spells keyed to:
Molly Weasley, Ronald Weasley, Ginerva Weasley, Hermione Granger, Albus Dumbledore, Gryffindor house.

Ancient House of Morningstar:
To Maeve Alarica Potter, I leave everything I have in your possession. My manors, money, and all my Wizengmont seats. I hope you know how proud your parents and I are of you.
Sincerely, Lucifer Morningstar.

She couldn't hide her shock, much to her displeasure. First she finds she's not one, not two but heiresses to seven houses with so much money. And then she finds out about the blocks and manipulations placed on her.

Who in the world were these people she was supposed to be loyal to? She hates when anyone meddles in her life, especially when they try to control her every move as though she were a puppet! She glanced up at Silvertooth thoughtfully, making a decision to hand the paper to him.

"I want those blocks off and loyalty spells gone." She stated firmly at his curious glance. "And would you be able to tell me who this Morningstar person is?" The curiosity had begun to gnaw at her once she saw the unfamiliar name. "Also, would you be so kind as to direct me to my vaults? I'd like to see all that I have."

"I'll call in a healer to remove them and I'd like to request that you get that horcrux removed. It'd be extremely dangerous to keep it." He waited for her to agree before continuing. "Griphook could inform you of Mr. Morningstar and show you to your vaults."

Maeve nodded in appreciation. "As soon as the healers have done their best at ridding everything and ensuring my health I'll reward each goblin who has helped me sixteen galleons. I would also appreciate it if you were able to get me a way to have direct access to my money without having to constantly return. If possible." The two goblins' mouths had dropped. No witch or wizard, no matter how much they helped, had offered them that much. Yes, Maeve Potter would be a valuable client.

Silvertooth had told her about the Platinum gold card gringotts provided for an additional hundred galleons, it was unlimited and she would be receiving the money straight from the bank. She accepted it before she was led out by Griphook, he was taking her to a well guarded room where all the healing was done. He handed her a robe and walked out, leaving her to change. Quickly as possible, she removed her clothing before slipping on the silk like robe.

After folding her clothes and taking Loki out hiding him under her clothes, she walked to the metal bed in the center of the room and laid down. A few minutes later Griphook walked back in with another goblin wearing a nurse's jacket. "Ms. Potter, this is Axehammer, he will be conducting your healing ritual." He introduced the other goblin who merely grunted.

Maeve got the feeling the angry, little creature despised helping humans. She didn't blame him, some of them were disgusting parasites. "Close your eyes and take deep breaths, this procedure will most likely hurt. Try to stay still." His voice was gruff and raspy.

She nodded and did as told, Axehammer began speaking in a language she didn't quite understand and suddenly she was in pain. She tried to stay still and quiet but she couldn't suppress the bloodcurdling scream and soon she began thrashing. The pain was unbearable, never in her life had she felt like this.

Just when she felt she were about to black out, the pain stopped. She was still gasping, trying to fill her lungs with much needed air. Once she was able to gain some of her awareness, she realized she felt much lighter.

The two goblins walked up to her to see if she was alright. Her body was shaking with laughter, she knew or could guess this was how the Dursleys felt when she was in one of her moods. She blinked as she calmed from her laugh attack.

"Ms. Potter?" She recognized Griphooks voice through the haze-like fog surrounding her head.

"I'm fine." She said, even though she felt far from fine. Her body hurt like hell, but she could handle it.

She swung her legs over the bed, groaning at the sore feeling shooting up her back. "We'll let you get dressed." Griphook said walking out with Axehammer.

Maeve shakily got to her feet, and slowly walked to where her clothes were. At least the pain stood for something, not likely to be controlled. She got dressed, pulled her hair into a ponytail and let Loki slide back up into her arm.

She hoped the pain would be nearly gone by the time she left gringotts, she still had shopping to do. She trudged towards the door and into the hallway where Griphook stood waiting for her. "Are you ready to head to your vaults and hear about who Lucifer Morningstar is?" He asked, she nodded even though she was exhausted and felt she'd collapse soon.

"Well Lucifer is a supposed myth, or perhaps people wished him to be a myth. Years after years new generations spoke of him, some with awe and some with fear. After all no self-respecting witch or wizard would align themselves with the dark arts." He said the last part with such sarcasm it almost made Maeve laugh, but she was too invested in the story. "He had an affinity for dark magic, much like yourself, yes he could do light, but he was most powerful with dark. And because of that he was feared. The ancient and noble house of Morningstar was fading, Lucifer was the last of his line until he met your parents. James and Lily Potter agreed to let Lucifer blood adopt you to help save the Morningstar house in exchange for your protection. He complied. No one but the goblins and your parents knew what he truly was." Griphook stopped for a dramatic effect and it was working.

He didn't continue until they reached her first vault, the Potter one. "He was a fallen angel." His words repeated themselves in her head, like a broken record. She had the blood of a fallen angel running through her veins. What did that make her? "You are the first of your kind, a witch with angel blood. And not just any angel, one of the four archangels and the fabled King of hell. I pity those who threatened harm upon you, for it was said that Lucifer was the most protective and dangerous of all angels."

That night, after she returned home from shopping, she replayed the words of Griphook over and over in her head again. She looked up what it meant to have angel blood in you and couldn't believe it.

She was a Nephilim.