Hi there! My name is Shadowbird5 and this is my first fanfic and I'm gonna do it with a crossover! So please bear with me and understand I'm new at this and very likely to write a sucky story; comments, both positive and negative are very much appreciated and please, no flames. Enjoy! (Hope this isn't an epic failure!)
Summary: What if, when Dumbledore left Harry at the Dursleys, his magic sent him to the Isle of the Lost? What if he was found by Maleficent and raised as Mals twin brother? Look out Auradon, there's mischief brewing, and the villain kids are at the center of it all. Dumbledore and Weasley bashing cause Ginny does not deserve Harry!
"Blah blah" -talking
"Blah blah" -thoughts
§blah blah§ -parseltongue (it'll be mainly communication between Mal and Harry)
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN EITHER HARRY POTTER OR DESCENDANTS! (Pout) IF I DID, THEN HARRY WOULD BE SHORT FOR HADRIAN AND HE'D BE A 'BAD BOY' DOING THINGS HIS OWN WAY AND MAL WOULD MAKE BEN CROSS OVER TO THE VILLIANS SIDE!
In the dark of night on October 31, a CRACK sounded on Privet Drive. Albus Dumbledore appeared in front of #4 Privet Drive with a bundle in his arms. As he walked towards the house, he turned and saw a tabby cat sitting on the neighbors doorstep staring at him; "I'm not surprised to see you here Professor." The cat shifted and in its place stood Professor McGonagall, who looked flustered and upset over why Dumbledore was at Privet Drive. "Are you sure he cannot be placed anywhere else? These people are the worst sort of muggles!" "Minerva, they are his only family left; it is for the greater good." And with that, he set the bundle in his arms, in which Harry Potter was sleeping peacefully, on the doorstep with a letter and with a CRACK, Dumbledore was gone.
That night, however, Harry's magic sensed the danger coming from the house and, with a bright flash, the Boy-Who-Lived was gone.
Meanwhile, on the Isle of the Lost, a certain purple haired little girl was celebrating her 1st birthday with her mother by making people's lives miserable for fun when she saw a bright flash down by the docks. Looking over at her mother, Maleficent, and seeing she was busy, Mal toddled down to the edge of the Isle and found a basket with a baby inside.
"Mommy! Come look!" At her yell, Maleficent glided down to where her daughter was and looked in the basket to see a small child with raven black hair, and a lightning bolt scar on his forehead. "What on earth is a dreadful thing sych as a baby doing out here?" Maleficent wondered as she picked him up; the movement woke the baby and she gasped at his eyes- they were the eeriest green, and reminded her much of her own eye color in dragon form. As she looked into the baby's eyes, she could feel the power radiating from them, and she knew that this child would grow to be powerful, maybe even on par with herself.
"Who do you belong to?" Maleficent thought. "Mal! What do you think of having a sibling?" At her mothers question, Mal looked up shocked and excited, "Yay! Someone to pick on!" And with that, Maleficent picked up Mal and carried the new siblings back to their, and in one case new, home...
(and there's the first chapter! Whew! I know it sucks but I got it written! It will probably get lengthened as I go but for now it's a start. And yes, the first paragraph or so is loosely quoted from Harry Potter and the Philosophers Stone. Please review and let me know what you think! I would love to have some ideas and thoughts for the future of this story!)