(A/N: Alright, I'm really excited about this crossover because Harry Potter and Wicked are just so awesome. This is the sequel to Remember Me? which is the sequel to Living or Enduring. So technically this is the third in th series of that. But you don't have to have read the other two to get this one. This will probably be it's own story pretty much. I changed their ages I think to make the story work. I hope this accepted well and gets lots of reviews! So review if you like!)

A good two thirds of the Shiz student population had chosen to embark on the journey to Hogwarts. The Emerald City train station was crowded with students and parents saying goodbye. The Hogwarts express would be by at 11:13 sharp, it was now only 11:06. Galinda had the most luggages out of everyone. Her parents had come to bid her farewell.

"And remember, just send us a letter if you want to come right back home to Oz." said her father.

"Right popsical." Galinda chirped, "And momsie, don't worry about me, I've got my best friends in the whole world coming, nothing bad is going to happen." The family gave each other hugs and kisses. For a moment, Elphaba wished her own father had come to bid her farewell, but he hadn't. Nessa wasn't coming to Hogwarts, she was going to stay home, not wanting to leave Oz. Elphaba was perfectly fine with this. Fiyero was saying goodbye to his own parents. His mother seemed to have him in a death grip of a hug and Rolfe seemed to be trying to pry Meredith off of their son. Fiyero's parents soon noticed Elphaba and made their way over to her.

"Now, if he does anything wrong, anything at all." said Meredith, "You just write to me and I'll send him one of those howlers, or whatever they call them."

"I'll be sure to do that." Elphaba laughed. Meredith gave her a big hug and surprisingly so did Rolfe.

"You kids be good." he said, facing Fiyero and Elphaba. There was suddenly the loud noise of a train coming. A whistle blew and steam billowed into the train station, like mist in the sunlight. Everyone looked up. It was a sight to see. The train was a scarlet red, very nice with gold lettering: the Hogwarts Express. Faces looked out through some of the windows, the students of Hogwarts. Elphaba quickly stood up to get a better look. Fiyero picked up her suitcase for her.

"ALL ABOARD!" yelled someone. Everyone began to board the train. Fiyero took Elphaba's hand and weaved them through the crowds until they were right at the train. They quickly got on the train. There was a long aisle of compartments. They saw an empty one and took that one, sliding the door shut behind them. No sooner than they'd shut the door, Galinda opened it back up again and came inside.

"Oh, this is so exciting!" Galinda gushed.

"It really is." Elphaba agreed, "And it will be so much different from New York City. They'll be spells and magic--"

"And I get a wand!" Galinda exclaimed.

"Yes, we get wands too." Elphaba smiled at Galinda and Galinda jumped up and down on her seat giddily. Lucas came in next, looking amazed and like a kid who'd just had his first lick of ice cream and never thought anything could taste so good.

"Have you seen the Hogwarts students? They're clothing is so odd; they wear black robes and carry wands. And I saw one student who had this wicked scar shaped like a lightning bolt on his forehead!" said Lucas, "This is going to be an experience. I think I might be kind of glad that Voldemort fellow is on the loose."

"Well, from what I've picked up so far, this 'Voldemort' fellow is beyond anyone's worst nightmare. A lot of the Hogwarts students I overheard seemed scared out of their wits by him." said Elphaba, "I don't think he's something to joke about."


"DIAGON ALLEY!" shouted the conductor as the train pulled to a stop. A tall woman in dark robes and a tall hat stood at the front of the mass of student.

"All Ozian students, please come pick up a supply list!" she called, "Returning Hogwarts students, I suggest you stock up on supplies. And Mr. Weasley, I strongly suggest a new wand." Elphaba looked to her side and saw a tall boy with red hair whose face was starting to match. A girl with brown hair was patting his shoulder sympathetically, but rolling her eyes at the same time.

"C'mon, let's go get our supply list." said Fiyero, taking Elphaba's hand and leading her towards the witch at the front where several other Ozian students had accumulated. Several other professors were standing there, and giving out supply lists. Elphaba and Fiyero walked up to the woman who'd originally greeted them all.

"Ages?" she asked.

"I'm seventeen." said Elphaba.

"Same." Fiyero said.

"Well, you'll both be in the seventh year then," said McGonagall, "Here are the seventh year supply lists, and I hope to see you in my house. If you need any help finding these things, just ask a professor, we're stationed around Diagon Alley." she handed them two pieces of paper.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry


Seventh-year students will require:

Three sets of plain work robes (black)

One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear

One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)

One winter cloak (back, silver fastenings)

The list then went on to list the course books they would need. Elphaba examined the course books, noting the odd titles and authors.


1 wand

1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)

1 set glass or crystals phials

1 telescope

1 set brass scales

A broomstick if desired

Students may also bring and owl OR a cat OR a toad

"I don't have enough money for this." Elphaba murmured, "And besides, all I've got is Ozian coins."

"Oh, don't worry about that dear. Required school supplies have been taken care of, just tell them you're one of the Ozian exchange students. And your Ozian coins have been changed to Galleons, Sickles and Knuts depending on their value."

"Oh." said Elphaba, "Thank you." she and Fiyero worked to weaved themselves out of the large crowd. As soon as they'd made it through, they found themselves staring onto a long, wide alley of shops, bustling with wizards and witches dressed in black robes. The first place they saw was Madame Malkin's Robe for All Occasions. They walked in, seeing a few other students being fitted for robes. Madame Malkin was there, a little fat, dressed all in mauve, but cheerful as ever.

"Hogwarts, dear?" she asked Elphaba. Elphaba started to say something. "Got the lot here –another girl's being fitted up just now, in fact." Elphaba followed Madame Malkin to the back of a shop, where a girl with a snobby looking demeanor stood on a footstool while a second witch pinned up her long black robes. Madame Malkin stood Elphaba on a stool next to her, slipped a long robe over her head and began to pin it to the right length. Another witch took Fiyero to a separate compartment to get his robes fitted.

"Hello." said the girl. She looked to her side, and her eyes grew large, "Were you born that way or did something go terribly wrong in potions?" the girl smirked.

"I was born this way." Elphaba said curtly.

"Well, I'd hate to be you. Hogwarts too then I suppose?" asked the girl.

"Yes." said Elphaba.

"What house are you in?" asked the girl, "I think I'd recognize someone like you."

"I'm not in a house yet." said Elphaba.

"Oh, you must be one of those Ozian students." said the girl. Elphaba nodded and the girl continued, "My father's next door buying my books and m other's up the street looking for a new wand for me. Then I might drag them off to buy me something as a parting gift. Do you s'pose you know what house you're reckon for?"

"No." said Elphaba, feeling stupid.

"I'm a slytherin." said the girl, sounding as though she was boasting, "And you should hope to be too if you know what's good for you. Hufflepuff is for the dumb one's I always thought, Ravenclaw is for the know-it-alls and Gryffindor is just a bunch of fools if you ask me."

"Really?" asked Elphaba, pretending to sound interested.

"Yes." said the girl, "My mum is thinking of making me transfer schools because the headmaster is a crackpot old fool, Dumbledore, the worst thing that ever happened to Hogwarts. I don't suppose your mum and dad care much for him either?"

"My mother is dead and my father doesn't know anything about magic." she said.

"Oh, are you a mudblood?" asked the girl.

"A what?" asked Elphaba. She was disliking this girl more and more by the minute.

"Someone who's parents are muggles." said the girl.

"A muggle?" asked Elphaba.

"You are a bit stupid, aren't you. A muggle is--"

"Alright dear, you're done." said Madame Malkin, standing up. Elphaba hopped down from the stool, glad to have an excuse to stop talking to the girl.

"Well, I see you at Hogwarts then." said the girl.

"Yeah, see you." said Elphaba. She went to the front of the shop and met Fiyero there.

"You look rather handsome." Elphaba mused, resting her hands on Fiyero's shoulders and smiling at him. She'd never seen him in black, and he did look really nice in it.

"I feel a bit stupid wearing these robes, but I guess everyone else is too though. You look great in yours." he said. With her black dress and black robes she did look rather pretty.

"Well thank you." she laughed, "You don't suppose Galinda will be very happy about this do you?" just then, they heard a loud shriek that sounded just like Galina. Elphaba went back to the back of the store and saw Galinda standing on the stool looking horrified. Her hands were on her hips and she was leaning away from the woman as though she smelled terribly.

"BLACK?!" she screeched, "ARE YOU JOKING LADY?!"

"Miss, calm down, it's just a color." said the witch impatiently, "Now get on the school or I'll kick you out of the shop!" Galinda looked quite distressed. She looked up at Elphaba.

"Elphie, can you believe that we have to wear BLACK?!" asked Galinda.

"Galinda, you'll live, just get cooperate before you start a scene." Elphaba said.

"Oh, you're one to talk about starting a scene." Galinda muttered, but stood still anyway. Elphaba rolled her eyes. As Galinda stepped down from the stool after getting her robes fitted she muttered under her breath, "I better get a pink wand."


Next stop was Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C. The shop itself looked shabby and the paint was peeling, but oddly, it made the shop look more homely and classy. Galinda marched right in, a look of determination on her face. The shop was a bit crowded by Ozians and Hogwarts students alike. Galinda marched straight to the front and banged on the bell a million times in a row. An old wizard came to the desk. His white hair was frazzled and his face was weathered with age.

"Can I help you miss?" he asked.

"Yes." Galinda said, "I want a pink a wand."

"Ah, but the wand chooses the witch Miss, it is not the other way around." said Ollivander, "And there are no pink wands." he reached below the counter and pulled out a pure white wand. He handed it to Galinda. She took it and waved it around furiously.

"This is not pink!" she said. Just then, the wand turned bright pink, "Oh." she stunned.

"Well, there you have it." said Ollivander, "Your wand has chosen you." a few witches and wizards chuckled at this and Galinda blushed and she got out of line with her new wand. Fiyero was next. Ollivander handed him a white wand as well. Fiyero gave it a swish, feeling idiotic. There was a shout as someone's shoes disappeared.

"Oh, not that one." said Ollivander quickly, taking the wand back and using his own to give the witches shoes back. He handed Fiyero a light brown one. Fiyero waved it and a candle flickered on to his right.

"That'll do." said Ollivander. Fiyero thanked him and stood with Galinda while they waited for Elphaba. Elphaba nervously approached the counter.

"Ah," he said, "Elphaba Thropp, if I am not mistaken."

"Um, no—that's, er, correct." Elphaba stammered, shocked that he knew her name.

"I've heard many things about you." he said, giving her a meaningful look. Elphaba didn't say anything, and the silence in the room was growing uncomfortable as everyone hushed each other to watch the exchange between the odd green girl and the wand craftsman. Ollivander stared at her a while longer before turning away and picking up a wand. It was rough and dark brown. She took it nervously and waved it once a his prompt to do so. There was a loud bang and the lights flickered and a strong gust of wind soared through the shop, the door swinging open and boxes of wands flew off the shelves. Elphaba dropped the wand back on the counter quickly and the wind settled.

"No, no, definitely not." said Ollivander. He went to the back of the shop and came back with a long, sleek, night-black wand. He handed it to Elphaba, "I wonder." he said as he gave it to her. She took the wand carefully as thought it would blow up in her hand. She waved it gently. An eerie soft wind blew through the shop at that moment, making Elphaba's hair swirl around her. She felt an odd sense of connection. The wand glowed for a few seconds and then dulled back down and the wind died out. She looked up at Ollivander. He was looking around the shop, a worried, but amazed look on his face.

"Curious." said Ollivander, "Very....curious."

"Sorry sir, but—what's curious?" asked Elphaba nervously.

"The exact opposite to his." Ollivander muttered to himself, then he turned and looked directly at Elphaba, "Miss Thropp, I would be very careful if I were you. With the rising of the Dark Lord....I think you especially should watch your back." Elphaba backed away from the counter.

"Thank you Mister Ollivander." she said and quickly walked away, dragging a shocked Galinda and stunned Fiyero behind her.

"What was up with him?" asked Fiyero.

"I don't know." said Elphaba, dazed.


Galinda skipped along ahead of them, waving her wand about willy nilly, not watching the chaos it ensued. Hats flew up in the air, ice cream exploded, sales carts rolled down the street. Elphaba gently pulled Galinda's arm down to keep her from waving the wand about anymore. They walked into the book shop next, ready to pick up their books. They saw a group of other students standing in one line. Elphaba and Fiyero joined that line, while Galinda bustled over to the magazine section. Elphaba told her she'd pick her books up for her. She and Fiyero spoke for a bit, when Elphaba heard a harsh, drawling voice next to her, she turned around to see a tall boy with pale skin and white-blond hair that was slicked back.

"So, you're the green freak everyone's been talking about." said Draco, "I'd shake your hand, but I don't want to catch whatever you've got." Elphaba flinched, she'd forgotten for a moment that she was so different from everyone. Being in an entirely new world, she'd been caught up in the thrill of it all.

"You even touch her and you'll get something far worse." Fiyero spat, stepping in front of Elphaba protectively.

"Is that a challenge?!" Draco roared, stepping forward, wand raised.

"Now, now, Draco, play nicely." came the smooth voice from behind Draco. Lucius Malfoy stood, taller than the rest of them, looking intimidating. Draco turned around and took a step away from Fiyero, glaring at him.

"Lucius Malfoy, a pleasure to meet you Miss Thropp." said Lucius, offering a sleek gloved hand to Elphaba. She tentatively shook it. Lucius looked her up and down, his expression cool and mysterious with an air of snobbery. Elphaba began to pull her hand back, but Lucius was still grasping her hand. Elphaba yanked her hand back roughly and Lucius let go, glaring at her, "Come along Draco, you need to be fitted for some new robes."

Elphaba watched them leave, glaring at them. Once they were gone, she turned back so that she was facing the front of the line.

"We'll have to look out for that one." Fiyero muttered. Elphaba nodded. Yes, there was something very wrong about the Malfoy's.


Elphaba, Galinda and Lucas were sitting in their compartment, waiting for Fiyero to hurry up and get back. They'd gotten all of their supplies and Galinda had gotten a few extra knick-knacks.

"Where is he?" asked Elphaba, "He's going to miss the train!" just as she said this, the compartment door flung open and Fiyero walked in, holding two cages. One held an elegant gray owl, the other a white cat with green eyes. Fiyero gave the cat to Elphaba.

"For you." he said, grinning at her. She opened the cage door and took the cat out.

"Oh, thank you Fiyero!" Elphaba said, petting the cat. The cat took an immediate liking to her and snuggled into her lap, "I'm going to name her Malky."

"That's a nice name." said Fiyero, "This here is Brisnick, we can share him to send letters and what not." said Fiyero, holding up the cage with the owl in it. The owl hooted and flapped it's wings in response to the name.

"Ah, hello there Brisnick." said Lucas, sticking a finger into the cage. Brisnick nipped his finger and Lucas pulled it back hurriedly, "Hello Malky." he said to the white cat. Malky stared at him and blinked once before laying her head back down in Elphaba's lap.

"I guess you're not really the animal type." Galinda shrugged, "But it's okay Lulu, I still love you." she patted his head.