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Summary: I was watching Maleficent, and suddenly thought of what might happen if Mal's spell, rather than turning her mother into a lizard, turned her into the other Maleficent.

CROSSOVER

"The strength of Evil is good as none, when stands against four hearts as one!"

The dragon stopped, shrinking back into the form of a woman, similar yet different to the one Mal had known all her life. Instead of having her hair coiled around the base of her horns and hidden beneath a cap, this Maleficent had it flowing free, brown with a hint of grey. The cape and black dress were changed to a simpler gown of striking green, and she held herself differently, perhaps due to the presence of the massive, powerful wings that sprouted from her back.

The mania, the air of obsession that had surrounded her mother for as long as Mal could remember, was gone, too, replaced by cool wariness as she gazed around the hall. A loud caw broke the silence, and a tall, thin man with fae-fair skin, black hair and a beak-like nose forced his way through the immobile crowd.

Mal had seen him before, watching the VKs, but had assumed that he was one of the many that were suspicious of them. Maleficent's expression changed from watchful to outraged upon seeing him, and she made a gesture, the man turning into a bird with a swirl of green magic. The raven flew onto her shoulder, and this new Maleficent stroked him gently. "Poor Diaval, to be trapped like that for so long."

Mal almost hated to break the moment, but there was a frozen crowd that needed to be dealt with. "Er, I don't think the spell was supposed to do that."

The new Maleficent glanced at her, a mischievous smirk playing over her lips as a wave of her hand unfroze the crowd, though an unseen force stopped them from moving closer. Fairy Godmother's mouth dropped open, and Ben returned to Mal's side as Maleficent addressed her daughter. "No? Four hearts that wanted to banish evil from me, to restore me to who I was before I was cut off from my wings and my magic and surrounded by evil and despair?"

Mal frowned, trying to work it out. Her heart, Diaval the Raven, Maleficent herself, perhaps. Who was the fourth? "So, you're the mother, the Maleficent, that I would have grown up with if not for the Isle?"

A voice came from the crowd as a woman who resembled Audrey came forward, golden hair a marked contrast to her dusky skin, pushing past Queen Leah. "Godmother?"

The new Maleficent pierced her with a look. "I'm disappointed, Beastie."

Turning on her heel, she strode to the door, the raven flying behind her. "Mal, come, we need to retrieve the ones who never deserved the Isle, and repair the barrier before the ones that do deserve it escape."

Bursting with questions, but with no time to ask any, Mal quickly kissed Ben and ran after her mother.

Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.

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A/N: Don't ask me where this came from; I have no idea.

It probably won't go anywhere, either, I just had to write it down to get it out of my head.