Disclaimer: You know the routine. C'mon everyone, say it with me! I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR WICKED.

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THIS IS THE LAST CHAPTER. I HOPE YOU HAVE ALL ENJOYED THIS PRODUCTION OF WICKED: A HARRY POTTER MUSICAL.

Chapter Five, Act One, Scene Seventeen: Defying Gravity

The next week or so would have been fairly lonely for Harry if he hadn't had Madeleine and Aurora Sinistra. The Professor allowed them to call her by her first name, leading to an easy familiarity. They now regarded her as an adoptive aunt of sorts. During their free time, the three wandered the castle, the dungeons, the towers, looking for secret passageways and hidden rooms, which, interestingly, they did find a lot of. Aurora (who Madeleine liked to call Rory) had given Professor Dumbledore the tickets, ignoring his questions with a smile.

It was now December 25, about 6:25 PM, and a large crowd was gathered outside the Last Stage Theatre. The patrons were very well dressed, in fine dresses and tuxedos, which made the Hogwarts group feel very uncomfortable, even though they were in their best muggle clothing, which admittedly wasn't much. Professor Sinistra was the only one who looked suitable for the occasion, in a long black dress, silver shawl, and fine silver jewelry. Her blonde hair was pulled up in an elegant twist, and she looked beautiful.

At promptly 6:30 PM, the doors swung open, and several escorts with white powdered wigs led the group to their reserved boxes. Ronald Weasley, Hermione Granger, Ginevra Weasley, Draco Malfoy, Albus Dumbledore, and Minerva McGonagall were seated in Box Fifteen, high above the stage on the second floor. Commenting to Albus on Aurora Sinistra's absence, both teachers were surprised to see her in the box above them, the only one on the third floor.

All four of the students were anxious for the play to begin, but to pass the time they skimmed through their free programs. As Ginny (though tonight she wouldn't mind being called Ginevra – she felt so elegant and mature) looked through hers, she found a section about the cast and crew. The main actors and actresses were on the first three pages, but what caught her attention was a photograph that took up about three-fourths of the first page. It featured a handsome, laughing young man and young lady in an embrace. They both had black hair, though the boy's was carefully messy and the girl's tumbled in wild curls over her shoulders. The soft smiles on their faces reminded Ginny of the only muggle film she had ever seen, one in black-and-white. They weren't looking at the camera, but rather at each other.

The boy was dressed in black jeans and a white button-up shirt that had the top three buttons undone, exposing the tanned skin of his upper chest. The girl was wearing a cute black dress that reached her lower thigh and had no straps whatsoever. The dress was tight to her hips, where the skirt flared out with a layer of white tulle underneath. The edges of the tulle went about an inch below the hem of the black part of the skirt. The boy's feet were clad in soft black shoes, and the girl wore open-toed black suede high heels with chiffon rosette details.

The girl's hands were resting on the boy's shoulders, and his hands were on her waist as they smiled at each other. But what struck Ginny the most was the color of the guy's eyes – they were vivid emerald green, almost exactly like Harry's. The girl had clear topaz eyes, but she dismissed these, choosing to drool over the young man who looked so much like Harry. She glanced at the name of the character he portrayed.

"Fiyero," she whispered to herself.

"What was that Ginny?" Hermione asked, peering over at her program.

"Look at the guy who's playing Fiyero, he looks so much like Harry it's scary."

Hermione looked through her own book, pausing at the picture. "You're right. Too bad he isn't here to see it." She checked out the bio underneath the picture that took up the remaining fourth of the page and began to read aloud.

" 'These rising young stars are sixteen-year-olds from Surrey, England. They joined the British troupe early last summer and have since become a pair of England's favorite leads, outdone only by the original American troupe, which consisted of Idina Menzel and Leo Norbert Butz. This is the duo's last performance until this summer, when they are released from their boarding school and begin acting for the three summer months. They plan to audition for lead roles in next summer's new show, The Phantom of the Opera. We wish good luck to this amazing pair as they continue astounding audiences with their emotionally impressive acting and professional attitude.' "

Before any of them could comment, the lights were dimmed, then extinguished as the curtain rose and the musical began.

The stage was teeming with activity as groups of people dressed in blue discussed things hurriedly in hushed tones. Then, out of nowhere, the music began to play and a pair of blue-people, a man and woman, began to sing.

MUNCHKINS

Good news! She's dead! The Witch of the West is dead! The wickedest witch there ever was, the enemy of all of us here in Oz is Dead! Good news! Good news!

Look! It's Glinda!

The shining bubble Glinda was encased in flew through the air, until it reached the outside corner of the stage. There she stayed, gazing down at the Munchkins with a smile on her face but tears in her eyes.

GLINDA

Fellow Ozians:
Let us be glad! Let us be grateful! Let us rejoicify that goodness could subdue the wicked workings of you-know-who! Isn't it nice to know that good will conquer evil? The truth we all believe'll by and by outlive a lie for you and –

VARIOUS MUNCHKINS

No one mourns the Wicked! No one cries "They won't return!" No one lays a lily on their grave! The good man scorns the Wicked! Through their lives, our children learn, what we miss, when we misbehave!

GLINDA

And Goodness knows, the Wicked's lives are lonely! Goodness knows the Wicked die alone! It just shows when you're Wicked you're left only on your own. (ALL) Yes, Goodness knows the Wicked's lives are lonely! Goodness knows the Wicked cry alone! Nothing grows for the Wicked: they reap only what they sow.

GLINDA

Are people born Wicked? Or do they have Wickedness thrust upon them? After all, she had a father. She had a mother, as so many do:

Glinda seemed very thoughtful as Melena and Frex entered from the side of the stage, walking hand-in-hand, laughing with each other. The Munchkins stopped moving, and the spotlight stopped on the pair.

MELENA AND FREX

(F)How I hate to go and leave you lonely!
(M)That's alright - it's only just one night.
(F)But know that you're here in my heart, while I'm out of your sight!

Frex left his wife center stage, heading off to the side with a wave and a blown kiss. Melena pretended to catch it and waved at him, smiling. But as soon as he was gone, that smile turned into a smirk. She went over to a door in the face of the clock background and opened it as Glinda spoke once more in a hesitant tone.

GLINDA

And like every family - they had their secrets.

Melena drank a glass full of a green liquid as a seedy-looking man danced with her and sang:

LOVER

Have another drink, my dark-eyed beauty! I've got one more night left here in town. So have another drink of green elixir, and we'll have ourselves a little mixer! Have another little swallow, little lady, and follow me down!

As Melena followed the man offstage, obviously intoxicated, Glinda spoke again, her tone thoughtful once more.

GLINDA

And of course, from the moment she was born, she was - well – different.

The scene changed drastically as Melena reappeared, her belly heavily swollen and sweating. Frex and the midwife were standing by her spread legs as she screamed in pain. Frex was pacing worriedly, but the midwife looked gleeful.

MIDWIFE AND FREX

(M) It's coming!
(F)Now?
(M)The baby's coming
(F)And how!
(M)I see a nose
(F)I see a curl
(M)It's a healthy, perfect, lovely, little -

Several people jumped as the elderly looking midwife screamed in horror at the wet green bundle between Melena's legs.

FREX, MELENA, AND MIDWIFE
(F)Sweet Oz!
(Mel)What is it? What's wrong?
(M)How can it be?
(F)What does it mean?
(M)It's atrocious
(F)It's obscene!
(M&F)Like a froggy, ferny cabbage, the baby is unnaturally - green!
(F)Take it away, take it away!

GLINDA
So you see - it couldn't have been easy!

As the group burst into song again, all of the residents of Box Fifteen lost themselves in the musical, watching them dance and twirl, scenes flashing, emotions running high. Ginny was startled to half-recognize Fiyero's voice from somewhere, though she couldn't exactly recall –

FIYERO

Dancing through life, swaying and sweeping, and always keeping cool. Life is fraught-less, when you're thoughtless. Those who don't try never look foolish! Dancing through life, mindless and careless! Make sure you're where less trouble is rife! Woes are fleeting, blows are glancing when you're dancing through life!

So - what's the most swankified place in town?

GALINDA
That would be the Ozdust Ballroom.

FIYERO
Sounds perfect!
Let's go down to the Ozdust Ballroom, we'll meet there later tonight! We can dance till it's light - find the prettiest girl, give 'er a whirl! Right on down to the Ozdust Ballroom, come on - follow me! You'll be happy to be there!

Ginny was entranced by Fiyero and extremely jealous of Elphaba, with her wavy long black hair and amazing singing. Hermione was fascinated by the set changes throughout the show, Ron was just excited to be watching a muggle show, and Draco just sneered at Fiyero the entire time. The Professors were pleased by the amazing acting of the two romantic leads, and commented often on the talent they possessed.

Finally, at least in Ginny's opinion, they reached the scene of 'As Long As You're Mine'. In the real musical, Fiyero and Elphaba were much more romantic.

Elphaba and Fiyero

Kiss me too fiercely
Hold me too tight
I need help believing
You're with me tonight
My wildest dreamings
Could not forsee
Lying beside you
With you wanting me

Fiyero knelt in front of Elphaba, his hands pressed against hers and their foreheads touching. He wore suspenders and a cream-colored shirt with the sleeves rolled up; Elphaba wore her signature witchy (but practical) black dress. Elphaba touched Fiyero's face tenderly as she sang and he closed his eyes, leaning into her touch.

And just for this moment
As long as you're mine
I've lost all resistance
And crossed some border line
And if it turns out
It's over too fast
I'll make every last moment last
As long as you're mine

Fiyero rose up, taking one of Elphaba's hands and leading her up so she faced him with a tender smile. He spun her around, an adoring smile on his lips as he sang. He spun Elphaba out then pulled her in so her back was pressed against his front. Ginny sucked in a breath as she saw his hands roam over her front, touching gently.

Maybe I'm brainless
Maybe I'm wise
But you've got me seeing
Through different eyes
Somehow I've fallen
Under your spell
And somehow I'm feeling
It's up that I fell

Fiyero's sensuous voice was evidently affecting Elphaba, as she'd become pretty much boneless the moment he started singing. But it wasn't only her – females were swooning all over the theatre, Ginny and Hermione included. Fiyero spun her around so they stood chest to chest, their foreheads touching, gazing into each other's eyes with unmistakable affection. Ginny sniffed back touched tears, and she could hear Hermione next to her sighing enviously.

Every moment
As long as you're mine
I'll wake up my body
And make up for lost time
Say there's no future
For us as a pair
And though I may know
I don't care

They sang together, harmony and melody in perfect correlation. Their music swooped and soared through the air as their voices danced around the notes. It was indescribable – and the sheer power of the emotion in their voices only added to the beautiful music they made.

Just for this moment
As long as you're mine
Come be how you want to
And see how bright we shine
Borrow the moonlight
Until it is through
And know I'll be here holding you
As long as you're mine

And then Fiyero went to kiss her scarlet lips and she looked away, hair sweeping over her shoulder.

What is it?

Fiyero whispered huskily, his voice deep and unusually seductive, making half the female population start hyperventilating. Elphaba turned back towards him, a sly smile on her face, but a sad look in her eyes.

For the first time…

She bit her lip.

I feel…wicked.

Her last word was whispered, a soft murmur, yet everyone could hear it, and slight sadness in her tone felt all too real. Ginny's throat tightened, and she realized all she had done wrong in their stupid play. Harry had been right, so right. But it was too late.

The rest of the musical passed in an emotional haze for Ginny. The song 'For Good' actually pushed her into tears. The emotion that Elphaba's voice carried swept her away, and she finally realized just how Elphaba must have felt as she left her only friend left in Oz. She cried when Elphaba accepted Fiyero in his scarecrow likeness, despite his admission that he was no beauty.

And then it was the end, and Fiyero and Elphaba were leaving through the Clock. The curtain dropped, and all was silent for an entire moment. Then the strains of applause began, until it became a tumult. Everyone in the audience began to stand as the curtain rose once more, and the cast bowed. First the ensemble, the Munchkins and monkeys and Ozians. Then the main characters began to appear out of the wings. Madame Morrible, a character they did not know, the Wizard, Frex, Melena, and the midwife. Dr. Dillamond and Boq (the Tin Man) took their bows. Finally the leads appeared, Nessarose coming out first, receiving plenty of applause. Then Glinda, and finally, finally, Elphaba and Fiyero appeared, her hand in the crook of his arm. Fiyero now looked like the dashing Winkie prince he had originally been, and Elphaba looked as wicked as ever in her black dress. They bowed individually and together, waving as the applause grew even louder.

The red velvet curtain dropped, ending the performance.

The students filed out of the theatre, some rubbing their eyes, tear tracks on the faces of others. Silence fell as they regarded each other.

"We didn't just kill it," someone murmured. "We tortured it as well."

Everyone nodded in agreement and some made noises of assent. Dumbledore called them to their portkeys, but not before someone started crying again.

With a pop, the Hogwarts contingent disappeared.

The students reappeared on the fringes of the Great Hall, and most of them froze in disbelief. There, at the top of the staircase, was a large clock, tolling the midnight hour in mournful tones. As the students watched, dumbfounded, the face of the clock slowly opened and a pair of characters that all present certainly recognized regally stepped out. Elphaba, no longer green, but pale and beautiful, her black curls cascading down her shoulders, held hands with Fiyero, her prince. They were dressed in the clothes they'd worn for the program pictures, and everyone was astounded at their beauty.

The professors all arrived with small pops, and fell as awestruck as the students. The two gazed around in apparent interest, but focused their gazes on the crowd below promptly after the professors' arrival. The two descended the grand staircase with ethereal grace. Dumbledore seemed to come to his senses as they reached the bottom, and raised his wand. "May I ask what you two are doing here?"

Elphaba (for no one knew what else to call her) laughed musically, tossing her dark head. "It seems you already have. But you need not be wary – we are simply here to gather some of your students' opinions on the play. We meant to speak to you after the performance, but you left so quickly we didn't get a chance."

Dumbledore and the students relaxed, none of them noticing the grin on their Astronomy Professor's face.

"The play was bloody damn amazing!"

There went Ronald, with his direct connection from thought formation to his mouth. It seemed the "thinking things through" bit of his brain was underdeveloped. Hermione and Ginny both slapped the back of his head and he scowled at them.

Both Elphaba and Fiyero laughed, their laughs blending just like their music.

"I must admit I was shocked to hear that this school was putting on their own version of the play," Fiyero's voice was slightly cool, but still very sensual. Elphaba noticed the female distraction before elbowing him in the ribs. He pressed a kiss to her head.

"I admit I was interested that you would attempt this play, for it is one that requires much emotion and concentration, but a dab of fun and spontaneity as well. With it's distinct differences in skills and vocal ranges, it also requires tremendous vocal proficiency."

"The three hardest roles, are that of Glinda," he said, pausing in front of a slightly scared Pansy.

"Glinda is cheerful, vain, self-centered, but ultimately trying to help others in her own way. I'm afraid you lacked that – your performance was more focused on you, rather than sharing the spotlight with your fellow leads."

The pair moved on to Draco Malfoy, and Elphaba's eyes narrowed slightly as Fiyero spoke.

"The next, is Fiyero, the scarecrow/Winkie prince. Here, I speak from experience."

He lifted Malfoy's chin so they were looking eye-to-eye, green to grey.

"Fiyero is an emotional character. As much as he would like to admit that all he'll ever be is a shallow prince, he becomes much more upon meeting Elphaba. He changes throughout the play, and these emotional changes help connect the audience to the character. You had no emotion, rather like a heartless Tin Man."

Malfoy's chin fell as Fiyero stepped back and allowed Elphaba to move to the final lead they spoke of.

Everyone watched, slightly frightened, as the no-longer-green girl clasped both of Ginny's hands in her own delicate fingers.

"The hardest part of the entire play is the role of Elphaba, the green-skinned outcast." The girl's voice was quiet, but clear.

"This part requires vocal proficiency more than any other role, except perhaps Glinda. Your emotional state must be displayed on full view, but it cannot be false. You must truly feel her emotions – her fear, her anger, her triumph, her protectiveness, love, affection, and finally her bittersweet happiness. But you alone, out of all the cast, first realized how you mutilated the part." Ginny nodded slowly, tears shimmering in her eyes.

Elphaba inclined her head to the girl and planted a butterfly kiss on her forehead.

"A kiss from Glinda it may not be, but I am proud of you, child. It is never easy to recognize one's own shortcomings. I wish you good luck with any future acting you may do."

She released Ginny's hands and looked to Fiyero. He was watching her with undisguised and genuine pride and affection. Taking his hand, Elphaba stepped away from the students and began the climb up the grand staircase, just as elegantly as they'd descended it. But Fiyero paused, and turned towards Professor Sinistra.

"Thank you Aurora." The professor nodded and her smile widened at the students' dumfounded look.

As they reached the top of the steps, Fiyero pulled Elphaba close and brushed a soft kiss onto her lips before stepping away and yawning loudly. He stretched and unconsciously ruffled his carefully messy hair, creating a hairstyle that everyone knew very well…

Elphaba bit back a laugh and pulled out her wand, pointing it at her hair. A soft "Finite Incantantem!" made the color fade to dark brown, gold and violet streaks slowly fading into view. It straightened out, falling pin-straight to her elbows. Clear topaz eyes scanned the crowd, an amused expression falling across her face as she registered the dumbstruck looks on the students' and professors' faces.

"Now that I have said my piece, I am going up to Gryffindor tower, getting out of these clothes since I have been sweating in them all night, taking a shower and going to bed. That, and I might want to get a head start, before Ron and Malfoy decide to kill me for kissing a Slytherin." Fiyero said, smirking and pulling out black round glasses.

He slipped them on and put an arm around Elphaba's waist. When he looked up, everyone realized just exactly who they were staring at.

"HARRY POTTER!" Hermione and Ron's twin shouts echoed around the hall as Harry pressed another kiss to Madeleine's lips before casting the crowd a bow and fleeing to Gryffindor Tower for a much-needed shower.

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That night, Harry lay across a common room couch, reading a book he had been given by Madeleine tonight. It was the second book in the Wicked series, Son of A Witch, that starred Elphaba and Fiyero's son Liir. It was quite good, he had to admit, and it was a shame they couldn't have incorporated the boy into the musical.

Ron sat, still disbelieving, in the chair across from him which he shared with Hermione.

"I still can't believe you were Fiyero tonight. I really can't. And you kissed a SLYTHERIN! Willingly! Have you gone insane?"

Harry frowned and closed his book.

"What's wrong with Madeleine? She can't help being a Slytherin, but I love her for it."

"Yeah, well, but…"

"Oh shut up Ron. I think it's good that Harry is making friends with other houses."

Harry smiled slightly, at least they were talking to him again. It was close to three in the morning when Ron and Hermione finally left him and headed off to bed.

"Night Ron, Hermione."

"Harry?" came Hermione's voice.

Harry tilted his head back over the arm of the sofa to get a better look at his once-again friend.

"You did an excellent job tonight. I don't think anyone wasn't affected by your and…Madeleine's performances. It was beautiful."

Harry smiled at her. "Thanks 'Mione."

Hermione smiled back. "Good night Harry."

"Night."

Harry was the only one left in the common room, lying in front of the dying fire. "Harry?" a melodic voice called out, one that he knew very well. "Kitten?" he whispered, sitting up. "Harry!"

Her voice was relieved as she stepped out of the shadows underneath the boy's staircase. Harry raised an eyebrow. "Snuck in," she dismissed his surprise.

Harry laughed, a strong baritone chuckle. Madeleine's mouth went dry. He stood and led her over to the couch that he had just vacated, pulling her down onto his lap. Taking her head in his large hands, he stared into her topaz eyes and spoke. "I love you, Madeleine Ariel Nyx. I will love you forever."

Her eyes widened, and she whispered in her British/Irish accent. "I love you more than life itself." A smile touched his lips, and he bent his head and kissed her gently. But Madeleine moved more quickly, and she pushed him back against the back of the couch and proceeded to kiss him deeply and passionately. He returned the kiss with just as much fervor, and when they broke apart, he lay down and pulled her down on top of him, her head lying on his chest.

Harry stroke her hair, humming under his breath.

"Harry?" Her voice startled him slightly. "Yes?"

"Sing for me? Please?"

He smiled at her. "Of course. Your choice."

"Sing your part. From 'As Long As You're Mine'."

Harry smiled gently at her and kissed the top of her head. "Alright."

Madeleine nodded against his chest and closed her eyes.

Maybe I'm brainless
Maybe I'm wise
But you've got me seeing
Through different eyes
Somehow I've fallen
Under your spell
And somehow I'm feeling
It's up that I fell

Just for this moment
As long as you're mine
Come be how you want to
And see how bright we shine
Borrow the moonlight
Until it is through
And know I'll be here holding you
As long as you're mine

Harry hummed out the last bars of the song and looked down at the girl on his chest. She was breathing deeply, her eyes closed peacefully. He smiled to himself and wrapped his arms around her, settling himself into the darkness of sleep.

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And it is OVER! WOW! My first multi-chapter fic! FINISHED! I can't believe it.

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Avalon