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Synopsis: A not so child friendly bedtime story about Reader Grimhilde as she and her three friends waltz their way into the castle of Hogwarts. Will they reign supreme like their parents once did or will they reject the malevolent movement from their lineage?
Warnings/themes: This is based off the first Descendants movie and maybe slight some of the others (reader is based off evie), angst, fluff, romance, slowburnish, enemies to lovers?, strangers to lovers, jealousy issues, self image issues, family issues, reader falls first but draco falls harder, this story isnt going to follow the direct timeline/storyline of canon!!!, voldemort..., reader is a romantic but struggles to find love and probably some more im forgetting idk.
Chapter one: Angels Have Blue Hair. 𣲠You're here! // wc: 4334
Chapter two: Mirrors See What You Can't.
Chapter three: Live or Evil?
ââ Everyone, and I mean everyone, knew of the five horsemen of evil.
Maleficent, the 2nd most powerful witch in all of history. Her story was never read aloud which reinforced her hatred and anger towards anyone who failed to meet her desires.
The Evil Queen, a sadistic metamorphmagus who used her power for deceit and control. Her obsession to be the fairest of them all drove her to madness.
Cruella, considerable weaker than the other by no doubtâbut still a force. She killed for fun, for sport and for fashion. Nobody, not even family could snap her out of mania.
Jafar, a man with the indominable human desire to cause havoc no matter the location or situation. His illusions and profound theft brought him to the top; nothing can outwit his deceitful skills.
Then there was Voldemort. Everyone knew of Voldemort, he was infamous for all the reasons.
But what did they all have in common? They were all once students at Hogwarts and all were sorted into Slytherin.
Today marks the 120th year anniversary of four out of five Horsemen being sent away and sealed on a half assed island meant to lock them away. The four that got locked became legends, something parents would tell their children before bed to scare them into sleep. "Sleep, sleep, go to the sheep. If not for sleep, the Horsemen will seep."
But the enemy only got closer. The more they spread rumors of the evil, the more it fed.
Before the four were sent away to the Isle of The Lostâthey ruled the world of magic with ease. Eliminating any and all who dare stand in their way, they held nothing but anger, resentment and greed in their borderline stone-cold hearts.
Since then, their wands and any magical items they owned were too locked away.
Maleficent's staff became an icon of pure destruction; her wand is the staff. It was imbedded in her early days, a rare feat.Â
The Evil Queen's cracked mirror became a symbol of how greed can drive you to madness. Her wand, no matter how beautiful it was during its primeâis currently chipped and aged unlike wine.
Cruella's baton was stored in a museum of artifacts, it had no magic itself, but her wand was stored in the same museum the other items from the horsemen were. Her wand became an item to glance at, not for long though. Her wand gives waves of misfortune to however stares too long.
Jafar's wand was never located but his cursed items were. He had collections ranging from basic day to day items to objects you'd only get your hands on if you travelled through the vast deserts and oceans. They were all stored in the museum as well, with care though. Nobody knows how the items activate or who can, there's constant surveillance overhead his items.Â
But with all this knowledge on them, you'd think they'd all spend the rest of their prolonged lives on that isle until they croak.
But no, at some point an investigator in Dark Arts found a confession from Jafar to an unknown stating that he and the others took a chance with splitting the soul just once, to ensure they'd forever reign. Each one of them had at least one horcrux and the locations of them remained unknown. If killing them and waiting for them to die were off the charts, then what?
Just to the side of the Hogwarts castle, you can see the Isle. It sits in the ocean, far enough to where a person cannot swim but close enough for the residents in Hogwarts can see the anti-magic barrier that surrounds it as a whole. You can enter with magic, but you can't exit with magic.
For decades, Dumbledore considered reparo to fix the bridge to connect the two but then he'd be reminded that the elders on the Isle still held immense hatred for the good.
He had debates with teachers at Hogwarts, even the ministry. "The children deserve a chance; you cannot punish children due to the evil of their parents."
He believed every child deserved a chance. Every year he wasted was another year children suffered due to the hands of the bad from their parents.
For this year, he was determined. He was going to give the children of the Isle a chance at being good, anything they doâhe will take the blame.
Students gathered in the courtyard, books in hand or a cup of mysterious liquid to their lips. "Did you hear? Apparently, Dumbledore is trying to allow kids from No Mans Land to attend school!" Gasps from the surrounding crowds and birds chirping from the sky was prominent. "No way! The No Mans Land is filled to the brim with dark magic users; he wouldn't put us at danger...right?"
"I dunno about that. My mom works for the ministry; she's told me that he's been trying to pass the word of it for years now!"
It was around 11am on a Saturday, the sun was high up, reigning with pride as the brightest and biggest star. The Slytherin common room was relatively quiet except for the small chit chat between a few other people or for the fire. It was a chilly day in October, Halloween was soon and the temperature was only going lower and lower.
Draco was sat on the windowsill, just looking outside towards the big vast river that surrounded the castle. In the distance, he made out the Isle or No Mans Land. "Draco, you heard of the rumors yet?" He didn't turn his head to look at the person. "Yes, you'd be a fool if you haven't."
Pansy pulled a stool to sit next to him. "You think he'll actually do it? Like actually allow them to attend?"
He didn't reply, not yet. He wondered if this would open up opportunities for the dark lord or if this would bring the plan to a halt. "I don't know Parkinson and to be frank, I don't care. We have bigger matters at hand than some mere exchange students from that Isle." His sharp tongue clicked and sent a signal to her.
 She got up on her feet, mumbled something under her breath that Draco failed to pick up and she left the area. Sitting back down with her friends on the sofa, their conversation filled the silence.
Under the autumn breeze, Dumbledore had four files open. Files of the chosen four he wishes to allow to attend Hogwarts.
Mal, daughter of Maleficent. Said to be more emotional than her mother but just as deceitful. She's loyal, dedicated and doesn't give up easily.
Jay, son of Jafar. He's extremely physically capable, a great stealth unit. He's loyal, strong willed and confident.
Reader, daughter of The Evil Queen. Obsessed with self-image, just like her mother but great at completing missions. She's loyal, intelligent and creative.
Carlos, son of Cruella. He had an awful upbringing but remains loyal to his friends. He's extremely loyal, playful and a dunce.
All four are children from the horsemen of evil, but all four are children with arguably some of the best potential to help the world.
When the letters were sent to the Isle, for review of the circumstances. The horsemen couldn't be any more happier.
You, your friends and the parents all sat in the castle Maleficent owned, the letters arrived at her doorstep. "Can you believe it darling? You, my splitting imageâwill be attending Hogwarts. A mother's dream!"
Cruella's voice ran through the halls as she walked down with her son Carlos, Jafar and Jay were in a verbal argument due to Jay stealing something with no value and Mal was face to face with her mother.
Maleficent's eye twitched with what seemed annoyance. "SILENCE." Her roaring tone set the room into a stage watching the performer. "The children will go...To steal Dumbledore's wand and the rest of our belongings."
A few seconds passed before your mother spoke. "My daughter isn't going anywhere with this unibrow." She applied a thin wax strip to your brow and pulled, earning a wince from you.
"I dunno. They're just kids, never once touched magic. Is it the right move to send them abroad?" Cruella sat down, adjusting her hair.
"I don't care. They will go." Maleficent snapped her fingers to gain her daughter's attention once more. "Mal, my dear. When I was your age..."
She reached down under the desk to pull a book up from it. "... I was a notorious witchâ" "You still are!" Carlos interrupted, not caring for the situation.
"Cruella, silence your son before I do." Cruella quickly told her son off right as Maleficent was beginning to speak once more "... As I was saying before I was interrupted, I was a notorious witch. I was one of the most powerful magic users of my time, and I remain as one of the most powerful witches in all of history."
Mal looked at her, then the book her mother held. "What does that have to do with this?"
Maleficent dropped the book on the desk, dust flying upwards as she wiped the cover clean of decades old debris. "This.. is my original book of spells, potions and what else." She opened the book and traced spells and their incantations. "Small spells, such as illusions..Big spells, such as creation from air itself and more. Some more difficult than others, some more..dangerous. But all is well." She closed the book and pushed it towards Mal.
Mal was in a trace; the book hasn't been touched in decades and that meant it was the only item the other wizards and witches from the side of good couldn't get their hands on. This was a villain's dream.
"My my...With Maleficent handing her kin an object of importance, maybe I should as well hm?" You mother let go of your hands and reached into her bag. "Mother, whatâ" You were stunned when she greeted you with a small, handheld mirror. "This is the last remanent of my mirror. Before those good for nothing wizards and witches stripped me of my beloved, I was able to crack itâthat hurt more than giving birth by the wayâand took the piece that fell, turned it into my own personal handheld accessory."
You reached for it and the second it landed in your palms; you felt a surge of prowess. "Mother, how do I..What does itâ" "Hold it and ask it a question. Anything, it will answer. But not here, it will not work here." She locked eyes with you, the same shade and nearly same face just mirroring each other. "Secure my mirror darling. That mirror matters a lot to me." You wanted to go "More than me?" but you knew you can't question her love, she'd act insulted. "As do you darling, but bring the mirror back home. I canâwe can be official royalty once more." Her comment made you smile.
"I do not have anything for you son, but do be careful." Jafar held his son in a man hug. Not a fatherly hug, a man hug.
Cruella didn't care for her son really. It was a difficult dynamic to read. "Beware of dogs, collect any and all furs you find, bring back our wands, make Dumbledore regret inviting you and last but not least, don't die. You four will have each other, we won't be there." Carlos heard it one too many times. "Fur" activated him like a sleeper agent.
As the eight of you headed down the stairs into the main road of the Isle, you all got interrupted by a child.
"My royalsâthey're here!" The child appeared to be young, around ten. "Who's here hm?" Your mother mumbled to the child, words on the streets in the Isle spread fast. Like a cancer. "Them!" The Evil Queen followed the direction the girls' hand was pointing, she was pointing at the Hogwarts Castle.
"Mother!â" You reached for your mom before a gloomy voice overtook. "You two, stop the chit chat with commoners and come along. We cannot miss this."
Her demand snapped you both onto her figure, you sent a quick apology to the little girl and followed Maleficent and the others.
You all reached town center, an area usually crowded with commoners who are selling books or bread. But today, this evening was different. A carriage, laced with magic you all sensedâstrong and powerful. From a leader.
A man with a long beard stepped out, he had glasses and a hat.
"I am Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It is a pleasure to meet you all." He gave his hand out towards the four leaders of the Isle.
The surrounding citizens stood in shock, maybe a hint of fear and concern. Why is the headmaster of Hogwarts here? Why are the four leaders greeting him? What's the deal? Some citizens roared with anger. These people from Hogwarts have sent judgement their way for however long, never once did they get a chance to cast it. Now when they're just now learning to ignore them and be happy with what they have, the filthy headmaster shows up? This is a joke.
As usual, "SILENCE." Maleficent sent fear through waves towards the angry crowd of her people. "You have spent decades here, allow your leaders to do...Good." You can feel her smirk as she turned her head towards the people surrounding the center.
The platinum blonde boy Carlos to the far left, clueless as ever asked a question. "Uh...What's going on?"
You pulled him closer to you. "This is the headmaster of Hogwarts, where we'll be going if this goes well. We were talking about this in the castle!" You whisper-yelled at him, trying to make things look casual. "Ohhh... I get it now." He tried to laugh it off, he just looked stupid.
Dumbledore raised his hand, almost to ask for permission to speak. "I assure the owls brought the letters?"
"Yes, we received them." Jafar took a few steps closer to take Dumbledore's hand once again in a firm handshake. "We discussed it, all of us did. We decided to allow our children to go."
"Splendid. The children will ride in the carriage back to the mainland. From there, they'll get sorted into their house, given a uniform, dorm and schedule then we'll have our tour guides take them to Hogsmeade for school necessities such as broom, notebooks, potion herbs and more." The men behind Dumbledore opened the doors to the carriage, waiting for you four to step in.
Jay was the first to step up into the carriage, rocking it back and forth. Then you, Then Carlos, then Mal. You waved your mom a goodbye as she blew you kisses.
In front of you sat the headmaster himself. "Are you four excited?"
You perked up. "Yes! I've been waiting to find my princeâare there any princes there?" He let out a chuckle. "Define prince. Royal by blood or royal to a cause?"
"Tell us more about the houses you mentioned!" Carlos nearly jumped out his seat at the thought. "The houses are..teams if you will. The hat chooses what you are based off your greatest traits then your uniform, quidditch team, dorm and dinner table are all based off of said house."
You four sat there pondering about the houses. Mal spoke up, "What are they?"
"Gryffindor, you see a lot of confidence and skill there. Hufflepuff, bubbly and loyal like no other. Slytherin, determination and greed are prominent. Then Ravenclaw, creativity and intelligence. All four houses are good, but what you do when you're in a house is what helps people perceive what that house is. There's awfully too many people who believe Slytherin is an evil house." Dumbledore explained in the vaguest way possible, to give the four in front of him more curiosity.
Jay was deep in thought, not about the houses primarily but of quidditch. "What's quidditch?"Â
"Quidditch is the sport of witches and wizards. It goes worldwideâyou'll be just in time to witness a game between Gryffindor and Slytherin, maybe their game will convince you to try out."
As he told you and your friends more and more about the school and surrounding regions, you witnessed the school coming in on full view. "WeâWE'RE HERE!"
When the carriage touched land and the doors opened, the sun beamed down upon you in a beautiful sense. There was no anti magic barrier, there was no stench of evil and there was no lady with horns breathing down your necks ordering you around. Just people in blue, yellow, red and green uniforms with wands in hand.
Nobody was dressed flashy like you were used to. The simplicity was new, it was beautiful.
Just as you and your friends stepped foot on the land, the mouths from the students began moving.
"Those are the four chosen?" "The blonde one's cute!" "They look like trouble."
But you somehow ignored it all and took in the breathless view.
"Students, please make room for them and your headmaster." Professor McGonagall spoke loud enough to draw the attention of all.
"MalâMAL! Can you believe it? We're here!!!" You shook her arms with excitement and jumped up a few times.
"IâI get it reader!" She smiled and tried to hold you down. "Let's go, we'll get sorted."
You four walked side by side down the long hallways that you could've only dreamt of until today. "Jay..What do you think we'll get?"
"I don't know, I just hope I get one that allows me to fight."
You four kept talking, unaware of where you were being led, just following Professor McGonagall. "We're almost there, I'm sure the headmaster told you about the houses, correct?"
Carlos skipped up a few steps ahead. "Yeah, he told us. Not much though"
Professor opened the big corridor, leading to a room that appeared to be a dining room of some sort. "We're here."
You looked around and did a complete circle. "This is huge...Bigger than any room I've ever seen!"
"Reader! Come on!" Mal snapped you out of the daze, making you jog a bit to catch up. "Sorry, just shocked."
"Sit on the stool when you're ready, the hat will sort you."
Jay went first.
"Hmm...Confident, strong willed, determined, loyal and a fighterâno doubt about it, this boys a GRYFFINDOR!"Â Congratulations flew from the Gryffindor table; fists being thrown up and hugs being commissioned.
Mal went second.
"Maleficent's blood interesting..Haven't seen something from her in a very, very long time... Determination for power, loyal, a drive for respect...I thinkâ SLYTHERIN!" The table of snakes flew up in roar, one girl moving over so the newest member can sit.
Carlos went third.
"Poor boy, poor boy indeed. Loyal to friends, honest, well-mannered and plays fair...Welcome to HUFFLEPUFF!" The house of friendship blew up with arms open, accepting him for who he is. He fit in perfectly with that house.
You went last. You were nervous and scared. What if the house you got into built a wall separating you from your friends?
"The Evil Queen's kin...As Evil as she is, her daughter proves to be stronger. Intelligence, loyalty, creativity and sucker for facts. You belong to...RAVENCLAW!" You were secretly hoping for something with your friends and when you looked up, the table of blue welcomed you then and you hope they'll continue to do so.
After the sorting, you all got your uniforms, but it felt empty.
You were excited to be here sure, but you had nobody. All four of you were separated into four different houses and you feared the people in Ravenclaw won't appreciate you like you would for them.
You shared a dorm with three girls named Priya Lenz, an Italian-Scottish girl who's big on fashion, Lyric Saint, a German who's a musician and Bonnie Crow, an autistic Indian-British immigrant that has a hyperfixation on psychological horror and has since she was young.
You liked them, you got along with them well.
Bonnie's odd facts on psychological horror made story nights enjoyable. Priya's fashion skills meant she's creating matching items for you four and Lyric's mastery on nearly every instrument meant music is involved for everything. There wasn't a single day of being boring or lame, not with them three.
During a night, around 8pm Lyric realizes none of you are asleep or going to sleep. "Have you gone to Hogsmeade yet reader?"
Perking your head up, you set your book down. "No, not yet. Why?"
Lyric looks around at the others.
"Are you all thinking what I'm thinking?"
"Sneaking out and fulfilling the list of items she needs? Because I am!" Bonnie jumped from her bed with excitement.
And that's how you ended up on the back of Priya's broom. You've been in the sky a total of two times. This is your second.
"How're you doing back there?" She slightly yelled; the chilly autumn breeze pinched against your skin with eagerness. "I'm cold! And scared!"
"You'll be fine! Everyone freaks out on their first time on a broom, all is well!" Bonnie yelled from feet in front of you both.
"We're almost there, just a few more minutes!â" She looked in front of her. "Look! You can see the town, isn't it beautiful!"
You looked over Priya's shoulder, and you saw it. The town of Hogsmeade. It was beautiful, the lights lit up the town perfectly, adding an atmosphere of warmth over it.
When you four landed, you hopped off with grace, per usual. "Where...now?"
Bonnie came over to read your list. "You need...A broom, herbs for potions, recipes and books."
"Let's stop at J. Pippin's Potions first. It's the closest."
It was around 9:30pm when you finished shopping and you four decided to stop for some food.
"I'm not gonna lie, I'm getting tired. I think I'm gonna head back, I'll see you guys later!" You all waved Lyric off as she flew away on her broom back to the dorms.
"I know a spot! It's got the best pasta I've ever had, c'mon!" You let Bonnie drag you away to a small little restaurant with Priya following up shortly behind you.
You pick a table, near a window and a waitress delivers you a menu, you skim over it.
Bonnie and Priya are locked in on a conversation when you look to the side and see a boy with platinum blonde hair, partnered with a girl shorter than him with a black bob.
"Who are they?" You asked while sipping on your lemonade. "The boy with plat hair is Draco Malfoy and the other is Pansy Parkinson."
The more you look, the deeper you get entranced with the Malfoy. He's beautiful, sickly so. The more you look, the more he looks. They both look.
You can't make it out, but the woman is saying something and in return, his cheeks turn a slight shade of pink. It makes you smile; made you lose the sense of time. "Reader! Reader!!"
"We paid the bill, c'mon. We gotta get back to the dorms!"
When the Slytherin's got back to their dorm, Pansy couldn't stop commenting on the girl from Hogsmeade.
"He wouldn't stop staring at herâ" "Staring at who?" Mattheo interrupted with interest "âThe new girl, Reader Grimhilde. The Evil Queen's daughter, from the Isle!" The two of them kept giggling like schoolgirls.
"Will you knock it off Parkinson and Riddle?"
"Aww! He's still red in the face, that's adorable!" Pansy teased.
"She was with Bonnie and Priya; she's got good taste of friends."
As they continued to tease the Malfoy, nobody noticed when Mal walked in. "Are you guys talking about reader?"
The three of them froze and turned her direction, not expecting someone else. "Yeah, are you uh..Her best friend?" "Mhm.."
Mattheo lifted himself up on his elbows, "What's her type? Malfoy here's got a little crush on her!"
"Oh my days, I do NOT have a crush on her." He rolled his eyes and folded his arms.
"She like money, and royalty. Technically, she's a princess but y'know...Since we came from the Isle, she isn't legally royalty."
Pansy looked between Draco, Mal and Mattheo. "He's exactly her type! He pretty much is royalty; he lives in a manor!"
The three started to laugh together, Mal found new people to hang out with. And a potential boyfriend for her best friend, even if he's denying everything.
When it was time to go to bed, they all separated and Mal went to message you via the spell book she has. The book can send signals to your magic mirror which acts like a little phone vice versa.
When she checked it, there were about a million things from you.
"OH M GEE!! Mal, draco malfoy. HIM, HES MY PRINCE."
"I know he's a Slytherin."
"i made friends, theyre really cool and we went to hogsmeade tdy"
"introduce me to draco."
"i went on a broom, i was scared shitless...i bought my own too"
"PLEASE tell me u've seen jay and carlos around, i miss them"
"I MISS YOU."
She smiled at her book before writing back to you.
"Heyy."
"1, im happy u made friends <3."
"2, i will!"
"3, i have not seen them around but when i do, ill lykkkk"
"4, i miss u too"
"5. we gotta talk tmr, im exhaustedd"
"awweeeee oki :("
"goodnight then, meet me at the library tmr!!"
