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Severus continued to stare at the crumpled dress and limp witch's hat on the floor. He knew what happened next in the movie, yet so much had changed. It wasn't clear if he should leave and free his friends, or find someone to help him clean up the mess. Given that he had no idea where most of his friends were, it would be best to wait for someone to come and hope being the witch's murderer would be enough to convince them to comply with his demands.

"Is she," a voice from the window began, "is she dead?"

Severus turned to the flying monkey in the window. Even under the fur on this face, he could tell his skin was pale. Severus turned to him. "It would appear so."

"She's dead?" Another monkey flew in behind him.

The first monkey moved out of the way, allowing the other four to enter. As the others entered, they muttered amongst themselves.

"Yes, I have killed Molly," It was at that moment Severus realized what a vulnerable position he was in. While it was clear Ron held no affection for the witch, this did not mean the others felt similarly. How much trouble was he in now, and how would he escape it?

Ron picked up her black dress and examined it. "She is dead."

"That was the implication when I said I killed her."

The monkeys looked at each other. Then, they burst into applause and cheers.

"All hail Severus!" George yelled.

"All hail Severus!" The others cheered as they bowed before him.

"There is no need for this adoration," Severus backed away.

"All hail Severus!" They bowed at his feet again.

He smirked. At Hogwarts the Weasleys had little interest in listening to him. Who knew all he needed to get their attention was to throw a bucket of water on Molly?

"There he is!"

Everyone turned to the door. James burst inside, a maniacal sneer on his face. Sirius stepped in behind him, Remus and Peter flanking his rear.

"I'm only going to say this once," Sirius pointed his wand at Severus. "Hand over those shoes."

"No, they go too well with my cape to ever consider handing them over to you."

"Scourgify," Sirius kept his wand on Severus.

Severus' heart raced as he braced himself for a mouthful of bubbles.

Nothing happened.

"Scourgify!"

Everything remained unchanged.

"I," Sirius examined his wand. "I don't understand. Why isn't it working?"

"Let me try," James pointed his wand at Severus and attempted to cast the same spell. Once again, nothing occurred.

"Your wands have no more power," the Bill flying monkey began. "The Wicked Witch of the West gave them their power. Now that she's dead, they're as useless as the wood they were made from."

The generals' eyes grew bigger.

Severus glanced at the wall. He smirked as he took note of the glistening metal of the axe.

"No," Remus shook his head. "It can't be. She can't be dead."

"See for yourself," Charlie pointed to the dress and hat.

The generals stepped inside and examined the remains of the witch. Then, they exchanged glances at each other.

"It would appear you lack any power over me," Severus began as he picked up the axe.

"We'll always have power over you," Sirius argued. "We'll always be bigger, stronger, and more attractive than you. We will always defeat you. Always."

"So you have no intention of making amends and repenting of your ways?"

"Why would we?" Remus asked.

"Yeah," James answered. "If anything, the witch being dead works better for us. Now we can take your shoes for ourselves and rule Oz."

Peter's eyes gleamed.

"Fine, but do not say I refused to show you mercy," Severus warned.

"Hey, wh-what do you have there?" Peter asked as Severus raised the axe.

"Oh just a little reward for your years of service," Severus picked up the axe and threw it at their feet.

James sneered. "Snivelus can't throw for shit."

"Who said I wanted to be the one who cut you?"

"Huh?" Sirius asked.

The axe stood at attention. It pointed itself at James before leaping into the air. The general barely managed to avoid it. The axe stood again and thrust itself towards him, almost slicing Sirius.

"Run!" Peter yelled.

The winkie generals fled from the scene, the axe close behind them.

"He got rid of the winkie generals," Fred announced.

"All hail Severus!" The other monkeys cheered.

"Yes, yes, all hail me," Severus deadpanned. "Truly I crave nothing more than your adoration."

"What is your first command?" Percy asked.

"Command?" Severus raised an eyebrow.

"Yes," Ron replied. "The person who kills the old wearer of the hat is our new leader. What do you want us to do?"

Severus opened his mouth.

"Wotcher! What's going on?"

Severus's muscles tightened as the Tonks winkie stepped inside the room. Judging from the shadows, there were others behind her, all of whom resembled members of the Order.

"We saw the generals running from an axe," the Kingsley winkie added. "We didn't know if the witch was angry with them or not, nor did we know if she'd take her anger out on us."

"You need never fear the witch's wrath again." Severus pointed to the dress and hat. "She is dead."

"Is that true?" Tonks winkie looked at Ron.

"It is," he smiled. "He's killed the Wicked Witch."

"All hail Severus!" Tonks bowed.

"All hail Severus!" The winkies bowed just as she had.

"You hated her too?" Severus asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Oui oui," the Fluer winkie answered. "None of us could zand her in ze slightest."

The others nodded and gave their assent.

"But your generals almost killed me. Wouldn't that imply you held some affection for the witch?" Severus asked.

"They weren't always our generals," the Mundungus Fletcher winkie replied. "They used to be the four vilest criminals in all of Oz. They were imprisoned at the time Molly took over."

"She loved their sadistic natures so much she made them our generals, despite us wanting nothing to do with them," the Marlene McKinnon winkie replied.

"Yeah, she was even trying to force me to marry Remus," Tonks shuddered. "I was going to throw myself off this tower if I had to hear her scream about it one more time."

"That must have been quite migraine inducing," Severus noted, choking down the sympathy he was developing for her.

"You have no idea," she muttered.

"Don't judge us by the actions of the generals. We're all very friendly and kind, we assure you," Kingsley answered.

Severus stared at them. He had no love towards the winkies or their generals. Still, if they were telling the truth, they were just as much victims of Molly as he was. For that, he should show them some leniency. Besides, they practically worshipped him, which is more than he could ever say for their real life counterparts.

"We're also ready to serve," Ron answered.

"Fine, if all of you want to help, you can repair my friends. You can restuff the scarecrow, repair the tin woman, free the lion and Crookshanks, then perhaps fix me something to eat. I haven't had a meal since yesterday afternoon and I am becoming quite famished."

"We'll fix you the finest meal Oz has ever seen," Tonks promised.

"Also, we need the wicked witch's broom."

"It's over there in the corner," Charlie pointed to it. "It's as good as yours."

"Thank you," Severus walked over to it. "Next, we need a way to return to Emerald City."

"We can do that," Ron offered. "It won't be any trouble for us to fly you there."

"Thank you," Severus picked up the broom.

"As for your friends, we'll help them, but, I think 'Mione would prefer you fix her," Ron continued.

"I fear I don't know how to weld a tin person together, so I'd be quite useless."

"You can use tape, can't you?" He asked.

"Yes."

"Then use what I gave you."

"That tape actually works?"

"Of course it does. It's magic tape which works on anything."

"In other words, duct tape," Severus answered.

"Yep," Ron replied.

"Why did you give me the tape anyway?"

"I really do care for 'Mione. She is my friend, even if I don't know if she returns my feelings."

Severus bit back the sarcastic remark he'd considered.

"There's a less noble reason," Ron twisted his lips. "You two were my only chance at freedom. I was hoping you'd fix her so you two could defeat Molly together."

"Maybe he needed to defeat her by himself," Tonks offered.

"Oh? What makes you say that?" Fred asked.

"Just a hunch." She winked at Severus.

Severus felt his stomach clench. The day Tonks knew more about his psychology than he did was the day he threw himself off the top of this castle.

"Come on, the scarecrow won't stuff himself," George began. "Let's get going."

"Yes, except," Kingsley frowned. "We don't have a song."

"You don't?" Severus' eyes lit up.

"No," Tonks admitted. "We never thought this day would come, so we never wrote anything or practiced any kind of musical number. I hope that doesn't bother you too much."

"No," Severus smiled. "That sounds absolutely perfect."

The winkies were much kinder than their real life counterparts. All of them lavished attention upon Severus as if he was the greatest man in Oz. Given how the wizard had left them to suffer at the hands of Molly, he could see why they would hold him in such high esteem

Not only did they express their gratitude, they expressed it by their actions. They proved helpful in repairing Harry as well as ensuring the cuts and bruises inflicted upon Neville and Crookshanks were healed. Even their cooking was exceptional. Severus had never had such amazing beef Wellington and fresh green beans in his life.

Severus took Hermione to a well lit area to tape her together. All the winkies ensured he had every piece of her. As Severus repaired Hermione, he told her about Hogwarts and the way he had helped defeat his own wicked wizard, Voldemort. She was captivated on how he had survived being bitten by Nagini and his release from the hospital.

"So you've been slaying evil witches and wizards for a long time," she said as he finished taping her right arm to her chest.

"Slay is a strong word," he replied as he began taping the pieces of her chest together. "But I've had my fair of experiences with them."

"Which was the scariest?" She asked. "I know you didn't mean to kill Bellatrix, and you didn't fight her. Still, you fought Voldemort and Molly. Which was more terrifying?"

"Molly," he continued taping her chest together.

"Molly?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because when I fought Voldemort and Bellatrix, I didn't have any friends," he looked into her eyes as his voice became more tender. "When I fought Molly, she wanted to kill you. I could have lost you. That alone makes Molly the most dangerous witch I've ever faced."

"I was terrified for you," she answered in an equally soft voice. "You were gone for so long after you grabbed the water. I was terrified Molly had done something to you and I'd never see you again."

"It's over. At long last, we're both free from Molly."

"Yes," she grinned. "We are."

True to their word, the flying monkeys returned the friends to Emerald City. There was no shortage of commotion when they saw them enter. At first, it was terror that the Wicked Witch had prevailed and was attacking. When they saw Severus hold up the witch's broom, cheers erupted from the crowd. One particular audience member caught Severus' attention.

"Ronniekins!" Lavender raced over and embraced him. "You're free, finally free!"

"From her, yes," He looked at Severus. "I work for Severus now."

"No, you don't," Severus cut in.

"But you have the hat." He released Lavender. "I have to work for you."

"No," he took off the hat and placed it on Ron's head. "I'm giving it to you."

Ron blinked.

"You need to be the ruler of your own destiny. Don't let Molly or me dictate what you should and shouldn't do. Live your own life. Be your own master."

"I," Ron's face lit up. "I now rule my brothers!"

Severus shook his head. He should've known Weasley would always be Weasley.

"Does this mean you'll marry me now?" Lavender asked.

"Yes, I will." He captured her lips.

Severus exhaled. He would never understand what women saw in Ron, but Lavender was happy. That's all that mattered in the moment.

Hermione put a hand on his shoulder and said, "let's see the wizard."

"Yes, let's," Severus led his friends to the castle, all while Oz rejoiced in their victory.

In the land of the Quadlings, far south of the bustle of Emerald City, four winkies entered Ollivander's tin shop. All of them were missing limbs, and all were much humbled from their noble beginnings. Ollivander fulfilled their requests for new appendages, sent them on their way, and told them always to carry a can of oil, lest they rust.

Of course this is just a rumor. In reality, the winkie generals were never seen or heard from again.