Queen Of Snakes

Chapter three

~snake parseltongue~
§human parseltongue
-thoughts-
/parseltongue writing/
Hogwarts letter:
(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 two 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 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."