(A/N - I do not own Harry Potter or Maleficent)

Prologue

I watched her grow into adulthood; into the beautiful and loved queen that she was destined to be. She fell in love with Prince Philip, married him, and had children. I was a constant in their lives. Many times I visited. When they were small, I would take them on flights high above the clouds. Aurora grinned the entire time; watching as her children soared with me.

As Aurora aged, I found my attachment to her family grow distant. I loved Aurora like my own child, but her family viewed me as an acquaintance. The children I had once taken on flights had lives of their own, and had no time to see a faerie.

On her deathbed, I went to see Aurora. She had aged but her eyes and personality had not changed. She was still happy and loved by all, and her delight in seeing me lit her up more than anything else. I sat with her for a while, holding her hand. At one point, Aurora turned her bright green eyes to me. "Will you watch over my family?" Her eyes pleaded me to take pity. She knew they did not think much of me, why should I think of them? I told her that I would, even though I knew that they would not welcome it. Then she asked if I could take her to see the Fae folk.

"Of course, Beastie." I lifted her small frame and flew out the window. I could hear Aurora's servants and family members protesting. But, I ignored them and flew high into the sky. Aurora giggled as my flying made her stomach flip. I remember her often asking to fly with me, but I always said she was too heavy. She wasn't now.

I landed lightly in the middle of the Moors. All the faeries surrounded Aurora like they always had. But, this time I stayed with her; holding her. She laughed and conversed with them as if nothing was wrong. We sat and watched the sun set. And, as the last rays faded into night, Aurora drew her last breath.

I watched over Aurora's family as she requested, but I decided to watch from a distance. I became a shadow that followed the little ones into adulthood. And, my story came to be known as a faerie tale called "Sleeping Beauty." The facts were off, but I never much cared what people thought of me. As her descendants spread across the world, I lost track of most of them. However, one line, the most direct descendants, stayed close to the Moors, and I decided to focus my attention on them.

As I watched the world "modernize," I discovered a magical community among the humans. They interested me for a time, but were no cause for concern. That is until one of Aurora's descendants, a young girl named Lily Evans, received a letter from this community. She was a witch. I was happy for her, and Lily was overjoyed. She was brilliant, I knew she would do well in that world.

Just like Aurora, I watched Lily grow into a talented young woman. She fell in love with another wizard, James Potter, and they had a child. Harry Potter was a Beastie just like Aurora. He had no fear for me. I visited him once when he was playing in the garden, he stared at me before he waddled right over to me and tugged at my feathers.

I bent down and looked into his eyes. "Hello, Harry. I am Maleficent, and I am your faerie godmother. I will always be close, don't forget." Then I waved my hand in front of his face so that he would remember my words.

One night I had returned to the Moors to make sure all was well, when I felt a stab of fear strike through me. Something was wrong, and I took off to Harry's house! As fast as I flew, I wasn't fast enough. One side of the house was blown apart, and the rest was dark. I entered their house to find James sprawled on the steps, his brown eyes staring unseeing. My heart lurched as my thoughts turned to Lily and Harry. Hurrying up the steps, I searched every room, becoming more and more frantic. I could hear Diaval, flapping behind me.

Suddenly, I heard Harry's piercing cry echo from down the hall. I walked in to find Lily stretched out on the floor. She was still. I felt my legs begin to betray me, but then I heard Harry.

"Fae." I looked over to him. He was staring at me with tears streaming down his face.

"It's alright, Harry. I'm here." I walked over to the boy and lifted him into my arms. He buried his face into my neck as he began to wail. I allowed a few tears of my own to slip free as I stared mournfully at Lily. Suddenly, Diaval let out a warning squawk. Someone was coming! I set Harry down and hid in the shadows.

I watched Severus Snape rush in and mourn for his friend. But, just as soon as he had arrived, he left. Then another larger man came. He picked Harry up and walked out the door. I followed him, unwilling to let Harry out of my sight. He rode a flying motorcycle to England, and handed him over the oldest human I had ever seen. He laid Harry on the steps of Petunia Dursley's house. I didn't much care for Petunia or her son, but she was Harry's only relative. He would live with her.

The three companions left and I remained in the shadows for the next fourteen years.