Everything she would lived in the last few years of her life was somehow linked to love and everything it had brought her.

"Who are you?"

Mal asked without knowing who the strange man looking at her was.

Rashid breathed a long sigh of relief. The amount of magic he had used on her was making his heart explode, but he still had to endure it.

"Listen, your name is Mal..." He said, trying to find a way to relieve the pain in his hands thanks to the spell. "You don't remember anything now, but you possess great magic. I'm glad you endured it, Mal. There's a great witch you have to face..."

"Agatha."

She said, her eyes burning with hatred.

"Yeah, that's her. You need to go there now, you know what you need to do."

Luckily for him, she really had only forgotten Ben's love and his family.

"What's happening to them?"

The purple girl asked, seeing the friends she didn't even remember on the floor.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of them, now go. Teleport to Auradon."

She nodded.

"Cool."

The old wizard smiled before closing his eyes, unable to keep them open any longer.

(...)

Auradon

Agatha was on the balcony analyzing Auradon. It was one of her favorite pastimes to see that place destroyed. Her memories were full of bad memories and seeing this new place was as if... it was possible to forget Harry.

"You were a stupid little king."

She said to herself. No matter how much time passed, this would always be her worst memory and her worst pain, no spell needed.

Flashback

"In a few years you'll see. It'll be you and me ruling the whole kingdom."

That sweet voice spoke to her when they first arrived at the castle.

"A witch ruling a kingdom? Hard to believe."

"Hey, come on. You're better than that. And I can assure you, you're better than a forest."

And there was Auradon and there was no doubt that it could be better than the forest or anywhere else. Suddenly she saw a puff of purple smoke appear next to the broken statue of the Beast.

"What the..."

Agatha was startled at first by what she saw, but she didn't even have time to finish her questioning when she saw that something disappear right before her eyes again.

"Agatha Darkness." When she blinked again, she could see Mal in front of her. "Nice to see you again." Mal's magic really had taken on gigantic proportions. Never in his life had his eyes shone for as long as they had, and now it was as if she is keeping this enormous source of magic burning.

"Mal?" Agatha had never considered the girl a strong opponent. She might be the daughter of the dark fairy, but she was still a girl and, to her great misfortune, she had a great love, which meant that there was no chance of Mal remaining standing. "Like you..." Before she could try to argue again, Mal simply threw her down from the large balcony.

"And I thought you were so great." Mal said as she climbed down to her. The redhead was certainly hurt. "Apparently you're not so invincible."

Agatha sensed that something was very wrong. Mal's eyes shone like Maleficent's, but his magic seemed different, stronger, more powerful... almost like hers.

"You're not as strong as you think, girl."

Agatha managed to gather her strength and cast a spell at her, but she was cut off when Mal managed to dodge it.

"Balance and concentration" Merlin taught me." She said quietly, walking towards the witch. "But do you know what my favorite teaching is? One of my mom's, "Don't trust witches." The same fireball that Agatha had hit her with in Camelot and burned her shoulder was the same one that Mal was now hitting her with.

"You have your tricks, I have mine too."

She snapped her fingers, disappearing right in front of her and becoming invisible.

"What cowardice Agatha, don't you want to face me?"

Mal was as audacious as Darkness herself, who managed to knock her out on the spot.

"You're just a girl in love Mal, you're not like your mother."

"Me in love? You literally don't know me."

Mal laughed wryly before knocking the redhead down again. Technically, this Mal was far from having a crush on anyone.

"Wait, what?"

Agatha lost concentration on her spell. How could she? Mal was totally in love with the little king.

"I don't love anyone, you madwoman, and now the only feeling I have is hatred for you and the desire to finish you off, you witch."

As Mal literally assaulted her, something crossed his mind. This wasn't the girl she knew, she hadn't known the queen of Auradon for so long, but she knew that the woman would do anything for her family and that she didn't have the courage to kill anyone. She needed to do a test to prove a theory that had been going around in her head.

"Do you think Ben would be happy to see you kill someone else?"

She asked, testing herself.

"Ben? I don't know who you are or what trick you're playing on me, but it won't work."

Mal attacked her again, but this time she didn't even feel the blow.

"Rashid." She said to herself. Having a vast knowledge of various spells and knowing a little about the character with no history, she knew well that he was another great magician and that there was a spell he could have used. From the ground she cast one of her tricks, which wasn't enough to finish off Maleficent's daughter, but it would give her time to perform the counter-spell on her. Knowing that Rashid had far less power than he had had for years, it wouldn't be difficult to put an end to his possible enchantment. "Defaire" She touched Mal's head and recited the word that usually ended some of Rashid's spells, or so she thought.

Mal was already on the floor and when she felt Agatha's hands on her head, she stood still without even blinking. It was as if a great wave of flashback invaded her and she immediately felt her chest burning again and all the memories coming back to her. She was Mal again, loving her friends and husband. Making the terrible pain consume her again.

"You damned witch."

And if Agatha thought that would make Mal lose herself, she was right. Her chest felt like an eternal explosion of pain and she couldn't stand up.

"You know, Mal, your mother was right about one thing: love is a weakness. For a minute I thought you really were just like her, but look at you." Even though she was bruised by Mal's blows, she managed to show her superiority. "I swear I didn't want to kill Maleficent's daughter, but you understand, don't you? I'm a villain and villains don't love." Eventually, Mal, like everyone else, couldn't bear the pain and would faint, but Agatha would make up for all that suffering. A simple fireball would kill her right then and there, putting an end to the enormous sacrifice everyone had made all this time to give her all the magic, but even the strongest villain had a weak point.

"Agatha!"

Someone shouted loud and clear. The fireball crashed to the ground and when she looked ahead, not even in her worst nightmares had she imagined it.

"Harry?"