Long Live True Evil

Poor Unfortunate Souls

I took some liberties and kind of rewrote "Poor Unfortunate Souls" to best fit the situation. But hopefully you'll like this chapter. Don't forget to vote for this one and like it. And feel free to comment.

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Halle sent Harry to the ship to make sure that Ben was tied down. She knew that just because he was born royal didn't mean he was stupid. She needed to change her clothes and she had the best outfit at her cottage. From where they found Ben, it took her twenty minutes to walk to her house. But a sight greeted her that she never expected. "Of all the villainous people to set foot on my doorstep, you were the last I ever expected to see."

The purple-haired witch looked at Halle and groaned. "I wouldn't be here if I didn't have a choice."

"There's always a choice, Mal. And you've clearly made yours." Halle chuckled. "Y'know, I can only think of one reason you'd be here: Uma beat you."

"I just want to ensure my friends safety." Mal argued.

"Yeah, I saw them earlier. Not very good at protecting a king, are they?" Halle chuckled. She then opened the door and Mal followed her inside. "It's not a shiny castle, but it's home. Have a seat." Mal looked around and couldn't believe the things that she was seeing. She couldn't help but stare as Halle went through her scrolls. She found a newer one and unrolled it. Halle then looked at Mal and smirked. 

I admit that in the past I've been a nasty
They weren't kidding when they called me, well, a witch
But you'll find that nowadays
I've mended all my ways
Repented, seen the light, and made a switch

Halle started writing on the scroll and smirked the whole time.

And I fortunately know a little magic
It's a talent that I always have possessed
And to this, please don't laugh
I use it on behalf
Of the miserable, the lonely, and depressed

She threw the pen she wrote with over her shoulder. She stood and brought the scroll to Mal to look over.

Poor unfortunate souls
In pain, in need
Some are longing to be thinner
Some just want to get the girl
And do I help them?
Yes, indeed
Those poor unfortunate souls
So sad, so true
They come flocking to my cauldron
Crying, "Spells, Halle, please!"
And I help them
Yes I do

She then made a mock sad face to emphasize her point.

Now it's happened once or twice
Someone couldn't pay the price
And I'm afraid I had to rake 'em 'cross the coals
Yes I've had the odd complaint
But on the whole I've been a saint
To those poor unfortunate souls

"We got a deal, Mal?" Halle asked.

"It says that in exchange for keeping my friends safe, I give you two locks of my hair." Mal said.

"Actually, it says in exchange for keeping one friend safe, I get two locks of your hair."

"Why do you need my hair, Halle?" Mal asked.

"One is for a potion that requires fairy hair. The other is to add to my collection. An evil fairy turned good is worth a lot to someone like me. Besides, it's just hair. It'll grow back."