Title: Lair Of The Dragon
Rating: Mature, will contain foul language, violence, sexual encounters, and all that fun stuff
Pairings: DM/HG, HP/GW, RW/LB, ET/GU (Elphaba Thropp/Glinda Upland-Malfoy)
World: Wizarding world/Oz
Crossover: Harry Potter/Wicked
Summary: We find our Golden Trio back to repeat their seventh year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Two odd new students and a strange magical twist from another world are thrown at our heroes as they battle raging hormones, unexpected romances and a new nemesis that not only endangers the Wizarding world but also the Muggle world. All pairings are eventual. Non-epilogue compliant or EWE. Non-canon. Slightly AU.
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A/N: Hey everyone! This is my first HP story! I've written some fics for Wicked but I've always wondered what it would be like to combine my two favorite story lines. It is mostly going to be HP based and not so much Wicked based so that's why I'm posting it here Anyhoo, let me know what you think about the story! (PS – I may post this under the Wicked section too; I'm still undecided.)
Malfoy Manor
Wednesday, August 31st
Draco Malfoy groaned as he rolled over in his king-sized four poster bed at his home. The room could be confused as a part of the Slytherin dormitory with its dark green furnishing, silver accents and intricately carved upholstery. The stunningly beautiful Slytherin had been awoken by a slight tapping at his window, where he could see a tawny owl standing on the ledge; an off white piece of parchment was clutched in its tiny beak and the maroon seal of Hogwarts could be seen.
Rolling his silver eyes, the now six foot tall Prince of Slytherin made his way to the window and snatched the letter from the owl, ignoring it's begs for payment or a treat, and he slammed the window shut, drawing the curtains back with a simple thought. He sauntered over to his desk, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and more or less plopped down onto the chair.
Dear Mr. Malfoy,
We are pleased to inform you that your request for re-admittance into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for your seventh year has been approved. Attached is a list of all necessary equipment and books.
Also, we are very pleased to inform you that you have been selected as Head Boy. Please meet with the Head Girl and Rubeus Hagrid, Hogwarts Gamekeeper, at no later than eleven am on September the second on the Hogwarts Express in the teacher's compartment.
Due to past occurrences at Hogwarts, the students will be brought in two days ahead of class in order to go over new rules and regulations, as well as to meet two new foreign exchange students.
Yours sincerely,
Minera McGonagall
Headmistress
Draco sat in his chair and reread the letter again mouth agape. Head boy? There had to be a mistake. There was no way that he, an ex-Death Eater, son of the infamous Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, biggest bully of the year, could have possibly been chosen as head boy. McGonagall was apparently off her rocker.
Maybe the old bat has finally lost her mind to the confundus charm. He thought to himself, shaking the doubt out of his mind. Perhaps this could be… fun? His notorious smirk found its way upon his lips as he thought of all the twisted things he could get away with during his final year at the school.
Rolling his shoulders and popping his neck, trademark smirk still in place, he stood and began to ready himself for the day. He and his family had to go and gather his cousin before going shopping in Diagon Alley for the new term.
The Burrow
Wednesday September 1st
As usual, The Burrow was full of activity, lightheartedness and fun as the Weasley's, Harry and Hermione prepared themselves for the trip to Diagon Alley in order to purchase the things they'd need for the upcoming term. Harry, Ron and Hermione had all been accepted to retake their seventh year having missed it due to searching for Horcruxes and Ginny was going back as well. They were all very excited to simply go back to the magical school that was an enigmatic entity in itself with all the things that were hidden within its stone walls.
Even more exciting, was the news of Hermione being announced as Head Girl. Of course, this meant Ron and Harry thought they would be getting away with whatever they pleased and that was the cause of the present argument.
"Really Ronald," Molly said as she finished donning her robes and Arthur looked in the mirror to fix his tie one last time, "Leave the poor dear alone and drop the subject. Come along Arthur."
Arthur, always the obedient husband, joined his wife in the fire place. "Don't be too late darlings." And with that they were off.
"Yes darling," Geroge laughed, "Don't dwaddle now." He then followed his parents into the fire place with his fiancé Angelina and flooed away.
"You know how these things work Ron," Hermione exclaimed, exhausted of the same subject. "You all have to follow the rules just as everyone else."
Ron scowled and continued to play with his new familiar; an Elf Owl. It was a gift from Charlie and Fleur for his seventeenth birthday. Hermione thought it was the most disturbed looking creature she had seen in a long time. Ron had named him Clown; a fitting name for something whose eyes seemed to pop out of its head.
"And besides," she continued, knowing she was finally annoying Ron to where he might shut up, "If you and Harry aren't Head Boy, then we don't know who is. They could be just as serious about the duties as I am and probably won't put up with your shenanigans."
"Oh come off it Hermione," Ron mumbled, "We just want the last year there to be fun."
Hermione scoffed as she looked to her right, where she expected Harry to be, hoping he'd help her out in explaining to the thickheaded Weasley that she had to take her Head duties and responsibilities seriously, but he was nowhere in sight.
"Wait a minute," Hermione said, interrupting Ron's rant about why it was always Fred, may he rest in peace and Geroge were the only ones who ever got to have any fun while at Hogwarts. "Where's Harry?"
Ron paled and swallowed thickly, "They probably snuck upstairs and are in Ginny's room."
Hermione rolled her eyes, uncertain if it was at her daft boyfriend or her best friend who seemingly had taken up snogging as if his life depended on it.
Her shoulder length, now straightened thanks to Ginny, brown hair bobbed as she purposely strode over to the kitchen and looked up through the maze of stairs that wound their way up the center of The Burrow.
"Harry James Potter," she hollered shrilly, with a tone in her voice that could match Molly's. "Get down here this instant!"
A few minutes later, an even more so unkempt head of hair could be seen bobbing out of Ginny's room. Hermione could also hear the giggles from the two lovebirds as they made their way down the steps.
"Merlin Hermione," Ginny exclaimed as the two reached the kitchen, "I thought you were mum there for a second!"
Hermione scoffed, Ron paled and Harry just chuckled. "What'd you want 'Mione?"
Hermione rolled her eyes and turned to take in her best friend. She couldn't help but smile at Harry, who was more or less her brother as she felt the love for him bubble up in her chest. Ever since the Battle of Hogwarts, the Golden Trio couldn't be found without at least one other member and their friendship had become even closer, if that was at all possible. They had become the family she had to give up a year ago.
Don't dwell 'Mione… She berated herself mentally as she remembered obliviating her parents a year ago.
Clearing her throat she crossed her arms, trying to look intimidating. "Well, if you two are done snogging, I was wondering if we could get a move on and head to Diagon Alley. Mum will have a heart attack if we're more than five minutes late and I don't think you want to explain that we were late because of your," she paused, smirking, "extracurricular activites"
Harry blushed while Ginny grinned and pulled a somewhat embarrassed Harry alongside as she walked to the fire place. Grasping a handful of floo powder, the two stepped into the fireplace.
"Diagon Alley," Ginny stated clearly, not trusting Harry's pronunciation.
"Well then, come along Ronald, don't dally." Hermione said, holding out her hand for the redhead.
He put the owl back in the cage next to Hedwig and took his girlfriends hand.
She looked over her shoulder at him and smiled sweetly, "Oh, don't worry so much Ron…"
Confusion masked his face, "Worry bout what 'Mione?"
She giggled as she squeezed his hand, "We can still have some sort of fun…"
As he grinned, Hermione stated "Diagon Alley" in her clearest voice and the floo network sucked them in.