A witch always returns

Disclaimer: I don't own Wicked or Harry Potter.

Chapter one

She was dead. The Wicked Witch of the West was dead.

Now Elphaba could live.

The witch could live.

The wicked witch had been 'terrorizing' Oz for years, but she only truly started to become the wicked the day everything went wrong. The day Nessarose Thropp was crushed, the day Fiyero Tiggular was taken to that cornfield to be tortured and never came out, the day Glinda the good was no longer Elphaba Thropp's best-and only friend. The day the squealing little brat flew into Oz in her house-the same little brat who 'melted' the Wicked Witch of the west.

Except for the fact people can't melt.

She faked her death.

She did so because of a note. A note that told her that her lover wasn't dead or bleeding, and he was coming to find her.

Well, then Elphaba couldn't have a happy ending in oz. She was the Wicked Witch, the villain, and everyone knows villains never get happy endings. No one mourns the wicked.

That's what got Elphaba where she was. She was under a trapdoor, under her 'remains'. She thought about what had led to this. Not when she was declared the wicked witch, she was used to being hated.

No, it started the day Dorothy dropped in. That girl brutally murdered her little sister, Nessa, Governor of munchkin land. Then she dishonored her memory by taking those shoes. Those shoes were all that were left of her and Glinda just gave them to the girl who killed her.

Then when Glinda and Elphaba had been busy fighting over things that were out of their control, the Gale Force almost got what they wanted, they almost caught the Wicked Witch of the West. They would have if not for Fiyero. He swung in saying, "let the green girl go" which then saved Elphaba's life, but cost Fiyero his.

Elphaba had felt so responsible for his death. Je gave his life to save hers because he loved her and Elphaba was unlovable. She was the green freak of Shiz, the unloved older child, then the Wicked Witch of the West. She was responsible for so many deaths, Nessa, her mother, her father, Fiyero, Animals had died for her, She mutilated those monkeys, Boq was a man a tin because of her, could not speak now, and this was all because she tried making good. Well, when she tried making good all she made was a mess, destructiveness. Well maybe you could call it limitless. Maybe no good deed geos unpunished. Now she was Wicked through and through because everything in her life went wrong.

Then today, the same day the witch of the west was 'killed' she had kidnapped Dorothy, so she could get her shoes back. Elphaba had just lock her in a trapdoor and told her to stop her whining when Glinda had come in telling Elphaba, "They're just shoes, let it go."

Elphaba smiled at the thought of her friend. When she had come, hours ago they had finally stopped fighting. They agreed that they didn't know if they'd been changed for the better but they did know they had been changed for good. Glinda was never going to be the vain girl at Shiz who believed that no one was better than her and Elphaba was never going to be the girl that introduced herself by yelling at everyone about her skin, and being sarcastic to any one that looked her way.

Something else also happened. Chistery brought in a letter. Elphaba scoffed at it at first but when she opened it she was shocked. Fiyero was alive. Glinda had seen the look on Elphaba's face and knew it must be about one person, the man they both loved, but Elphaba was only loved in return in that way. Glinda slowly said the question in her mind, dreading the answer she knew was coming, "Fiyero, is he…?"

Elphaba didn't want to lie to her friend so; she simply told her "we've seen his face for the last time, "but this was only part of the truth.

The truth was that Fiyero was the scarecrow. The one know to be traveling with Dorothy Gale and supposedly looking for a brain. It was fitting really, that he was looking for a brain. His motto at Shiz was, "nothing matters but, knowing nothing matters. "Also, between the two of them she was the one with the brains, so she was like his brain and he was coming to find her.

Elphaba had then given the Grimorie to Glinda. Elphaba was going to die, and then Glinda could help the Animals like Elphaba always wanted to.

The melting. Her death. All of the Ozians were celebrating her death, but they didn't know her name, no one did. All they had to know was that she was Wicked; her green skin was surely a sign of this. At least that's what Morrible and the Wizard said so, it must be true.

In a way the Wizard and Morrible had helped her fake her death by starting one rumor too many: that pure water could melt her, supposedly because her soul was so unclean.

Now here was Elphaba, under a trap door, waiting for Fiyero to come. They were going to get away from OZ, where people wouldn't scream at the sight of her. Well, they still probably would, given her skin color.

Suddenly she heard a noise above her. Fiyero.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

"It worked!"

Elphaba was safe. For the first time since Shiz, she was safe.