I've made some pretty terrible attempts at advanced spellwork since I left my old teachers place after the horrible fire I'd caused when I'd killed him. I've messed up evocations and flopped potions and I've certainly managed to make a mess of nearly every single electronic device that came within range. That being said, the one bit of magic I'm always even more careful of than any other is summoning.

You cant afford to mess around with that stuff, you cant afford to make a weak circle or mispronounce a name and accidentally unleash a horrifying abomination into the world, people underestimate how much damage a botched summoning can do and I for one would prefer not to accidentally unleash Cthulu onto an American city because I skimped on the prepwork.

However for my first failed summoning I did not expect what appeared to be a really adorable girl with purple hair and the cutest rosebud mouth I had ever seen. Demons weren't exactly known for fair play so I shouldn't have been surprised, but then again, women had always been my biggest weakness. I also hadnt expected to see all that skin. I fought the urge to blush and trained my face into a scowl. This wasn't a failed summon, this was just Chauncey deciding to try a new form to throw me off.

I levelled a glare at the girl, who looked all of fifteen, maybe a year or so younger than I was and did my best to give off an air of disaffected menace. "Listen up demon, I'm not sure why you thought the goth sex goddess look was going to throw me off but its not getting you any farther than the slavering beast routine. So if you wouldn't mind clothing yourself I'll be asking my questions." That's it Harry, don't give them an inch, just keep yourself composed and don't give away how mindnumbingly, pantsrendingly gorgeous that Demon is.

The demon looked at me quizically and then glanced down and turned THE most adorable shade of red I've ever seen anything female shaped become. Damn, Chauncey had really brought his A-game here. The blank expression was beginning to bleed through to annoyance as the demon fought to cover up all his (er, her?) fun parts. I mean…evil demon parts. Really well shaped demon parts, and great I was staring. I wasn't going to give Chauncey the satisfaction of rattling me so I forced my gaze off his REALLY shapely form and back to his glaring eyes.

"Hey I may be evil but that doesn't make me a demon, even villains have some standards. Besides, youre hardly in a position to lecture, you perv. You've been eyeing the goods since I woke up and havent really been subtle about it. Where exactly are we? This doesn't look like any part of the Isle I've been to." She looked around with a raised eyebrow. She had a kind of haughty demeanor that spoke of royalty and an air confidence that spoke of power. This girls was used to being obeyed, and was more than capable of making you if you were inclined to disagree.

I gave the eyebrow right back to her, this was a bit odd, Chauncey had tried other forms but he always had that upper crust british accent. I hadnt done much summoning with Justin but I was fairly sure if Chauncey could do a different voice he definitely would have tried it before. "To be fair, that's exactly what a demon would say, but that line of thought gets us literally nowhere. So, pretending for a moment youre somehow a normal girl that cant leave my circle, I apologize for the staring, and what do you mean evil?"

She gave me a wicked little smirk (which did pretty intriguing things to that perfect cupids bow mouth) "I mean that I'm Mal, daughter of the great sorceress Maleficent, most powerful of all villains" She smirked haughtily at me, clearly expecting me to be in awe of her parentage, and just as clearly put out when I doubled over laughing.

"Maleficent? The fairy tale villain? Well I may not be sure you're human but I'm pretty postive you're not Chauncey, demons maybe be clever bastards but I've never heard of one outmaneuvering someone with stupidity." I was choking down lungfulls of air while I spoke, trying to fit the words out between bouts of roaring laughter. "Hells Bells Kitten, if you were going to lie about your parent being a fictional character you could've at least avoided disney movies. I cant even watch TV and I know that's bullshit. Let me guess, Darth Vader is your father?"

Mal gave a furious pout (which was probably the most adorable thing I had ever seen in my life) and glared daggers at me as her eyes began to glow. Which in itself wouldn't have been a problem if she had been a demon, unfortunately staring into those burning emerald orbs triggered the familiar feeling of a soul gaze.

I was standing in a black and empty wasteland. Mal was there with me, but instead of the purple hair and green eyes she had sweetly curling cornsilk blonde hair and shining blue irises. She was standing with three other people, a wild looking boy with blonde hair sticking up in the air who looked strangely thin and hungry in a helpless sort of way, a pretty girl with dark hair who gave the distinct impression she needed approval from everyone and everything around her, and a tall swarthy boy with long hair and a distinct vibe of wanting to be part of something bigger.

Mal was standing in front of these three, between them and an unnaturaly pale woman with a long staff and flowing black robes. The woman was glaring at Mal, and I could tell without hearing a word that Mal was not supposed to care for these people, but that this blonde haired version of the girl was the part deep down that loved fiercely. No amount of programming could destroy a heart like this.

The woman (who for the love of god I think actually WAS Maleficent from sleeping beauty, or at least someone or something with delusions in that direction) was casting a deep shadow much too large for her body over the defiant girl. Her shadow was much deeper than the normal darkness around her, but a soft radiance shone from Mals skin softening up the shadows behind her, even as her hands reached out to try to grab handfulls of darkness, only to be ripped apart by twisted black thorns winding through the shadow.

This was who Mal was, this girl had been raised in the shadow of a mother who gave evil a bad name, and whats more raised to like it. She'd had her heart wrung out time and again, constantly trying to scour out the last of the love inside her, but she still loved and protected her friends with all she was. She didn't even understand the dichotomy between who she was raised to be and the loving fiercely loyal girl who protected what was hers.

And not just her friends, she loved her mother as well, even as she knew deep down her mother didn't and couldn't return her devotion. But that warriors heart couldn't give up on her, couldn't give up on the idea that being what her mother wanted might bring her into Mals light and teach her how to love her daughter. But the strangest part wasn't Mal or Maleficent or even that radiant glow, it was the monster in the dark.

A beast slunk through the wasteland, over and around rocks and outcroppings, flowing like a serpent. It watched Mal with the same burning emerald orbs my own eyes were staring into, but it held no malice. It was almost like it was waiting to be needed, waiting to show its mistress that it wasn't one with the darkness in that pitch black world, but just a dimmer shade of her own light.

And before I could get anymore I was back. I had fallen to my knees on concrete in the warehouse I had found for the summoning. All I could do was stare at her… and watch her stare back. "How could he do that to you?" Her glowing green eyes were overflowing with silent beautiful tears "He was supposed to be there for you, to protect you. They're supposed to make us feel safe."

My eyes softened as I looked at her, she had seen into my soul in return, and had undoubtedly seen what Justin had done. Which meant she knew what I had done in return. "I tried to stop him without hurting him, but he was just so strong and I was just so angry. I had to do it." I pleaded with this stranger, begging her with my heart in my eyes and pleading terror in my voice. I couldn't stand the thought of this beautiful girl hating me as much as I hated myself. Her tears were mirrored by my own, to my own mortification. "I didn't mean it."

And without a single word, Mal stepped through the circle, unable to contain her mortal flesh, and hurled herself against me. I wrapped her in my arms, stopping to unsling my coat to wrap around her naked form, and lowered us to the ground. And the strangest thing was that I thought I felt a slight tingling, like pins and needles, in my heart as the two of us broke down and cried. I held her to me, and we sobbed for the people who broke our hearts when they left us, and the people who hurt us even worse by staying.

Ok hi guys its King. Its been ages but I'm really excited about this one. I plan to do a lot of work on this regardless of attention. I recently saw descendants and despite being insanely corny and at times awkward, I absolutely loved Dove Cameron and couldn't shake this idea. In this Harry is sixteen and hes just killed DuMorne but hasn't been found by the council. I think Mal is an amazing character and will be great for Harry and vice versa.