Defy Gravity

Summary: (AU) Hermione transfers from Beauxbatons in her seventh year the corruptive ministry of magic in France set out to rid the country of all muggle born and mudblood magic folk. What she hopes for is a safe haven for her and her sister Vanessa; What she gets is a totally different thing. Something strange is happening in England, something that no one seems to know, or care, about. Will Hermione go along with it all, or will she take a stand, becoming a person whose every good deed is seen as wicked? And will a certain young, green eyed man stick to his path set a birth, or will he join her in her quest to right the world, and in turn, herself?

Author's Note:

1. Yes, there will be Harry/Hermione pairing, but for a while it may seem as though it will be a Harry/Luna story...it just depends on your perspective on the story

2. This story is based on the soundtrack of Wicked. Now, mind you, it is NOT a musical in itself...it is just that every chapter will be based on a different song. The lyrics will be adapted, of course, to fit the story, characters, and setting, but I will try to stay as true to them as possible. Also, for those of you who have seen the show or read the book, I hope that you do not expect this story to be an adapted retelling of the book, because it isn't. There may be parts similar, but I will do my best to make it as original as possible while still working to incorporate the songs.

3. The lyrics are not the entire story. With the prologues, they may seem that way, but I assure you that in the chapters, they are not.

4. I'm re-writing this story basically because I'm not happy with the way it turned out.
And now, without further ado, I give you Defy Gravity?

Prologue 1: No One Mourns the Wicked

CROWD: Good news
She's dead The wicked witch is dead!
The wickedest witch to ever thrive
The enemy of all of us here alive
Is Dead!
Good news!
Good news!
Look! It's Luna!

LUNA:
Fellow Magic Folk
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 will by and by
Outlive a lie
For you and -

ALL:
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:
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
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've sown

When Luna awoke that morning, she immediately knew that something had happened. There seemed to be a clam settled over the world that hadn't been there in a long time. She wasn't sure how, but somehow she just...well...knew. Maybe it was the sky—brighter than it had been in years, or the breeze, which had shifted to the west. Or maybe, just maybe, it what the fact that the candle that she left lit (for reasons even she could not quite comprehend or explain) on her window sill had blown out at some point during the night. What ever it was, it told her that something had changed.
Slipping out of bed and pulling her robe around her, she made her way to the kitchen and started the tea on the stove. She had still not completely woken up yet, and it took her a few moments to realize that the persistent tapping on the window over the sink was coming from a rather frustrated and annoyed paper delivery owl. Luna unlatched the window to allow it in, setting the rolled up news paper down on the counter next to her waiting mug and started down the hall to find her purse. Moments later, she returned with a hand full of brass coins. She dropped them into the money pouch strapped to the owl, and then sent it on its way. She watched, strangely saddened, as it slowly faded in to the western sky. She had seen too many dear ones disappear the same way. If only she could know what lay beyond the horizon. After closing the window, she poured herself a cup full of tea. Carrying the mug and the newspaper to the table, she sank down into the worn kitchen chair. Unrolling the Daily Prophet, Luna turned her attention to the front page story...and gasped in shock and her mug shattered on the tiled floor. The face of a long-lost friend was spread across the paper, accompanied by the headline:

THROUGHOUT THE LAND LET THE NEWS BE SPREAD...THE WICKED WITCH AT LAST IS DEAD!

Everywhere Luna turned in Diagon Alley, people were celebrating...expecting them her to join in...to lead them. Try as she might, she couldn't bring herself to be so overjoyed at the death of a fellow witch...no matter how wicked the woman may have been. Sure, she was happy... excited...ecstatic even that the Wicked Witch's reign of evil was over, never to plague them again. But still, she couldn't help but feel sorry for the woman...both as the hopeful, spirited girl she had been, full of dreams and goals in life , and the lonely, desperate witch she had become. No matter what she had done, Luna was sure that not even she deserved to have her death celebrated in such a way. Sadly though, Luna could do nothing, for she knew that no one mourns the wicked...or do they?

ALL:

No one mourns the Wicked!
Now at last, she's dead and gone
Now at last, there's joy throughout the land
And Goodness knows
We know what Goodness is
Goodness knows
The Wicked die alone
She died alone
Woe to those
Who spurn what Goodness
They are shown
No one mourns the Wicked
Good news!
No one mourns the Wicked!

Good news!
No one mourns the Wicked!
Wicked!
Wicked!