A/N: Something I thought I would write just for fun when the Idea came to me. I suspect it will be mainly shorter chapters just written for a bit of fun.

Still, let me know if you like it.

October 31st, 1986, Privet Drive

Privet drive was possible one of the most boring places in the known world. Everything on it was uniform and completely uninteresting. In fact, one might even say it was the embodiment of contentment. The people who live in this street, and the surrounding were as normal as they came and many prided themselves on just that, being normal. Yet there was this one day of the year where each of them allowed themselves to have just the slightest bit of irregularity to their otherwise completely structured lives. All Hallow's Eve. it was early in the morning and people were already out setting up the 'spooky' decorations in lieu of the festivities that the evening would bring.

In fact, they were so caught up in their own little bit of irregularity that none of them seemed to notice the woman dressed in black walking down the middle of the street. She was dressed in an elegant gown the kind you would expect to see if you were in the habit of attending lavish balls held by the upper class. The material seemed to be the finest of cloth, yet it held an unnatural glow to it. Solid black colour came up to above her chest, though the rest was sheer until it collared around the neck, the arms too shared this characteristic. The ladies hair matched her dress yet seemed to flow around her, whilst her pale white skin almost the colour of snow contrasted her dark clothing and hair perfectly. She looked rather out of place in the chilly October winds. Yet the cold was not something that bothered Maeve, for that was this woman's name, she was used to it.

As she continued her way down the street she stopped to look at the decoration at each of the houses that she came to pass. Smiling at some and scowling at others. Though like when she had first appeared no-one seemed to take notice of the stranger walking down their street.

She stopped once more in front of number four. It was possibly the blandest house she had seen on the entire street. It lacked any sort of decoration with the exception of a small pumpkin sticker on the door. It almost felt like an insult to the very spirit of All Hallow's Eve itself. She scowled at the door and felt almost a compulsion to march on over and change the minds of the occupants inside. Alas, that would simply lead to a confrontation that was ill-advised these days.

"Excuse me." A small voice called out to her. Looking around Maeve could not see anyone, let alone anyone close enough for such a small voice to reach them. "Ma'am, can I help you?"

Finally, Maeve looked down at the hedge that belonged to the boring house in front of her. Kneeling down in the half dugout flower bed was a small girl. She looked no older than four, possibly five Maeve could only guess. She had never been the best at guessing children's ages. Perhaps it was a side effect of her own longevity that made it hard to reconcile with the very young. Yet the amazing thing was that despite not looking directly at her this young one knew she was there, it was impressive to say the least. Then again children were always more sensitive to such things.

"Hello there little one," Folding her skirt down behind her knees she bends down so that she is face to face with the girl. She shares some interesting features with Maeve. The Raven black hair and the pale white skin. She could grow up to be quite the beautiful girl if given the correct chance. "Are you helping in the Garden?"

The girl nods quickly, as if afraid to wait too long to answer her. Maeve's ice blue eyes look at the girl once more. She appears to be wearing old clothing, though wearing was a kind word, it appeared to Maeve that the young girl was almost drowning in the clothes that she was wearing. The black hair was matted and tied back with a simple piece of string.t

"And why are you not at school?" Maeve continues her questioning, noticing that the girl was still to look at her.

"I... I'm not allowed at school." She answers, forcing a raised brow from the older women. "I'm a bad influence."

Maeve quickly lifts her hand, as if by magic the young girl is forced to look up at her. The first thing that struck Maeve was the emerald green eyes. There was a strength hidden within them that she had not seen in a very long time. Yet it was clouded by despair and surrounded by tears. The young girl seemed to be doing a very good job of holding in her tears.

"You have very pretty eyes," Maeve informs her, causing the girl to blush slightly.

"Thank you, miss..." A glimmer of a smile appears on her face.

"Maeve," She introduces herself, "I am called Maeve. What is your name."

"It's-"

"Girl!" The younger one is cut off by a shrill sheik coming from the front door. "What do you think you are doing!"

Looking up to meet the owner of the voice Maeve sees a tall thin woman with blond hair who appears to be wearing some sort of hideous apron. The girl's mother perhaps is the only thought that passes through her head. The woman marched out over the garden until she is almost on top of the is clear that she cannot see Maeve standing there, or if she can she has decided to not make it clear.

"It is my fault," Maeve says politely, forcing the women to notice her, as she does her face quickly changes from one of fury to a forced smile. "I could not help but compliment your daughter's work. Such diligence helping out around the house at a young age."

"She is my niece actually," The woman is quick to correct, and there is almost an accusatory glare as if to ask who Maeve is without exchanging words.

"How rude, I am Maeve," She offers her hand, which the women accept slowly. "I have just moved into the area and am trying to get my bearings."

"Petunia Dursley," The woman introduces herself with pursed lips. "I hope my niece was not rude, she is troublesome."

"You have nothing to fear, she was nothing but polite." Maeve grants the young girl a smile. "Well, I had best continue my exploration."

With a nod to bother Aunt and niece Maeve decided to be on her way and continued to walk down the street. She did not stop when she heard the slap or overheard the words that came with it.

"What are you doing talking to her!" It was Petunia, "Get inside now!"

It did not seem like the way to treat a child that was in her charge, at least not in Maeve's opinion. Perhaps it merited a further look, but she had only one day to see if there was any need to get involved. After that, she would not be able to do anything until the next year came to pass.

She stopped next to a small secluded section of the path and quickly spoke some words in a strange language. For a second nothing happened, yet soon the wind answered her call and cut through the small park bringing with it a tall man. He was wearing tattered and dirty clothes. He was also not looking too sure of his own feet. Stepping out of the shadow reveals moss green hair that reaches all the way down his back, though it is plaited quite nicely the hair itself if full of sticks and dirt. The man's face is covered by what looks like most of a Canine skull only the bottom mandible is missing.

"Molach, I assumed you were watching me." The man nods in response to her question. "Well can you please look in on that little girl and let me know what you find?"

Even with his mask, she can tell that he has raised an eyebrow to question her instruction. The two of them had been together for such a long time that conversation was almost unnecessary, she could tell what he was thinking just by looking into the depths of his blood red eyes.

"I will head back for now, if that is what worries you." He lets out a silent sigh, but nods in agreement, before walking out into the street and back the way that she had just come from.

She watched him go, a slight hunger in her eyes as she had been a very long time since she had interfered in the lives of mortals, there was a strange feeling, almost a thrill to once more be acting in such a manner. With a final cold laugh, she kept up her end of the deal with Molach and started to head back to her home.

Harriet was still rubbing her cheek were Aunt Petunia had slapped her earlier for talking to that nice lady in the garden. The lady, Miss Maeve, had been so nice to her that she couldn't help but want to speak with her. It seemed however that it had been a poor decision on her part. She had been doing so well to avoid getting hurt by her Aunt and Uncle ever since they had pulled her out of school. She was doing all the extra chores that she could just to make sure they wouldn't hurt her, but now she had ruined it all in a single afternoon.

"Girl come through here!" Her Aunt called from the kitchen. Harriet dropped what she was doing and was quick to present herself to the matron of the household. She did as she was taught to, head down eyes to the floor to await instruction. "I am going out to get Dudley's costume for tonight, and then I will be doing some shopping. I have left you a list of your chores and some bread. Make sure you have it completed by the time I get home."

"Yes Aunt Petunia." Was all she could say, she didn't dare look up until she heard the bang of the front door closing.

It had been five years since she had arrived here at her Aunt and Uncles, five very long years. She supposed the first year or so must have been alright. She survived them after all, but it was not like she was old enough to actually remember what had happened. When she was old enough, she was expected to start working around the house. She was at least three. That was simple to work out. She had been at this house for about three years when she started. But beyond that, she really had no idea when her birthday was. She was not allowed to ask questions, it was one of her Aunt and Uncles many rules for a normal Dursley life.

Thinking more about her luck she sighed and grabbed both the list and the bread off the table. Nibbling on the crush she looked through the long list of things that her Aunt wanted her to get done. Most of it was simple cleaning, easy enough once you know what you were doing. But that didn't make it any quicker. Many of the things she was to clear were outside the reach of her small frame. She would need to use the step ladders from the kitchen just to reach them, and when using them she had to be even more careful, just to make sure that she never dropped anything that belonged to her Aunt or Uncle. The last time she had broken something like that it had earned her a week or so in the cupboard and the word that was now carved across her back.

With one final sigh, she finally started to get on with her tasks, completely unaware of the two bright red eyes seemingly watching her from the bushes in the back garden.