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I forgot to put this up in the first chapter, but if you haven't noticed, this story follows Order of the Phoenix, but not Half-Blood Prince. Sorry, but I need Snape to be good and Dumbledore to be alive for this to work.

Disclaimer: I don't own Wicked. I don't own Harry Potter. End of story.

On with Chapter II:

Harry briskly made his way across the Hogwarts grounds, into the castle that had been his home for seven years, and up several levels to Dumbledore's office. He hoped that Elphaba (or Fae, as he, and most other people, called her) would be alright; every year, on August 27she would seem to withdraw into herself without warning. Although he never did and never would pry into Fae's life before she had come to Hogwarts (she definitely did not seem inclined to talk about it), he often wondered what had happened on August 27 to make her this way.

It was funny that he looked up to Fae (she being about ten years older than himself), yet, that she bore such an uncanny resemblance to the Potion Master's personality, whom Harry disliked greatly. Elphaba Thropp and Severus Snape. Both were moody, sarcastic, and always spoke the honest truth, no matter how painful it was. In fact, surprisingly, Elphaba and Snape had a friendship of sorts.

Once, Harry had asked Fae if she had any feelings of the romantic kind for Snape. Fae had said that she didn't, turned away, and changed the subject abruptly. Harry suspected that she harbored feelings for someone else; however, whoever it was, she would not say. Harry then believed that she loved the scarecrow/man she had arrived with, Fiyero, but her subsequent actions neither confirmed nor denied his beliefs.

He looked up to realize that he had arrived at the gargoyle that guarded Dumbledore's office. "Chocolate Frogs," he said clearly. It moved aside to let him pass, and he stepped onto the moving staircase that would take him up to Dumbledore's office. He noticed, as soon as he came within view of the door, that Dumbledore seemed to have a visitor already. The door was slightly open and Harry could hear voices from within.

"-is quite a brutal war. Voldemort shows no mercy to anyone: his enemies nor his followers," Dumbledore was saying. "I think that you should keep a low profile for at least the first few weeks- we don't want Voldemort going after you before we even have a plan."

"Alright, that will be fine, Albus," a feminine voice said from within the office. "How do you want me to help in this war, though?"

"I remember that you mentioned about a spell book in your possession, um, The Grimmerie, I think?" Dumbledore hinted. "Perhaps that will hold the method with which we can defeat Voldemort."

Harry silently smirked. Figures, he thought. A spell book with a name bearing an uncanny resemblance to the Grim, the sign of an impending death.

"Yes, I brought it," the other woman replied. "But I can't read it very well- I've only been learning these past five years. The only person that could read all the spells was…a friend of mine."

"A friend?" Dumbledore echoed. "Do you think we could ask him for help?"

"Her," the woman corrected. "And, no, that would be impossible. She-" the woman broke off suddenly. Regaining her composure, she continued, "She died five years ago."

Harry decided that this would be the perfect time to interrupt this meeting. It sounded like one of Dumbledore's 'contacts' had arrived, and Harry was anxious to meet her. He knocked on the wooden door and waited.

"Come in," Dumbledore said from within. His eyes lit up at the sight of Harry, but he soon became dismayed as he took in Harry's worn form and blood-soaked robes. "What happened?" he asked bluntly.

"There were more Death Eaters than we counted on," Harry replied wearily. "Not only that, but somehow, they seemed to be even stronger than before."

"Stronger than before? But how is that possible?" Dumbledore said, alarmed.

"I honestly have absolutely no idea. It is possible that Voldemort may have a new weapon that we don't know about. I haven't been receiving any visions lately, so I'm not sure about this theory," Harry told Dumbledore honestly. "Besides the newly acquired strength of the Death Eaters, Voldemort also decided to test his Dementors today."

All these terms- Death Eaters, Dementors, and the like- were completely foreign to Glinda. She figured that the best thing to do would be to just sit and get a feel for how large this war really was. She would ask Dumbledore who the people that ate death were and what a "Dementor" was later.

"I suppose we shouldn't have been too surprised by how large-scale this attack really was," Harry was saying. "Voldemort had been lying low for a little too long."

"But you were able to dispel of these Dementors will little trouble?" Dumbledore pressed.

"Yes. The Dementors attacked right almost immediately the Death Eaters. I suppose Voldemort was trying to distract us. What ended up happening was that Fae and Remus cast the Patronus quickly while we fought the Death Eaters and watched their back as they were doing so," Harry answered.

After he finished his report on the battle, he took a look around the office and seemed to notice Glinda for the first time. "Um, Dumbledore," he asked hesitantly. "Has the person that was supposed to arrive today arrived?"

Dumbledore's eyes twinkled as he said, "Why, yes, actually. You're looking at her." Harry's eyes doubtfully swept over the figure of Glinda.

"I…see that," he said with heavy skepticism. After all, it's not every day that you see a supposed savior in a pink dress with a sparkly wand. "It's nice to meet you," Harry said. "Well, Dumbledore, I should go find Fae. I left her in the Shrieking Shack- it's that day, you know."

"Ah, yes. August 27th," Dumbledore said reflectively. "Well, you most definitely should make sure that she's alright, then." Harry understood that he was dismissed, and left the office, nodding politely to Dumbledore and Glinda.

"Who was that?" Glinda asked once Harry left. "He seemed rather…disappointed to see me."

"That was Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived. When he was one years old, Voldemort attacked his house. Do you remember about that curse I told you about- the Killing Curse? Although Voldemort was able to murder his parents, Harry survived the curse with nothing but the scar on his forehead. Not only that, but he managed to reduce Voldemort to nothing but a spirit," Dumbledore gave a quick rundown on the reason behind Harry's fame.

"If Harry was able to defeat Voldemort as a child," Glinda began, "why can't he defeat him now?"

"After Voldemort was resurrected when Harry was 14, we believe he has gotten a lot stronger. However, we- that is, the wizarding world in general, believe that Harry is the one to defeat Voldemort, as there was a prophecy made about him," Dumbledore explained. The rest of the afternoon was spent in relative peace, with the two occupants of the office going over details of lodging, battles, and other things.

Elphaba had scarce been in her room for ten minutes when there came a knock on the portrait guarding it. "What is it?" she managed to grit out. She had hoped for a quiet rest of the day, but it looked like there was no chance of that now.

"Fae, it's Snape. May I come in?" Elphaba rolled her eyes. Snape was one of the only people (Fiyero being the other) that did not mind her moodiness very much.

"Fine," she said briskly, before opening the portrait and stepping back and letting the Potions Master through. She knew that some people thought that they were having a relationship- however, that was completely…disgusting. Snape was at least ten years older than Elphaba (although large age differences was not a big taboo in the wizarding world, it had been in Oz), and besides, she liked him as a friend, not as a lover.

"What happened, Fae?" he asked once he stepped inside the room. "At the battle?"

Before Elphaba could say anything, there came another knock. Snarling under her breath (as fitting for her animagus form), Elphaba snapped, "Yes, who is it now?"

Sounding very taken aback, someone answered, "It's Harry. Is it all right if I come in?"

"Bloody Potter," Severus commented from the side. "How you put up with him is beyond me." Although both Snape and Harry were friends with Elphaba and had come to a mutual understanding per Dumbledore's request, they were still not friends- far from it, in fact. They had come to the understanding that they were "acquaintances with a strong dislike for the other, but forced to work together by a meddling old fool."

"Snape," Elphaba scowled, not wanting to deal with Harry and Snape fighting in her rooms. She already felt a full-blown headache coming on; perhaps she would ask Snape for a potion later. "Don't even think about it."

Elphaba was one of the only people that could snap at Snape and not be used as his next potion ingredient. Perhaps it was because of the fact that she was not at all cowed by his glare or his biting words and vice versa. If truth be told, it was best if the two didn't get in a fight. From previous experience, it was…not a good experience for the room they were in nor the people around them.

Harry came in, saw Snape, and narrowed his eyes. "Snape," he said in greeting.

"Potter," Snape replied, more out of duty than friendliness. Elphaba couldn't help but think that the two looked like two wolves getting ready to fight for dominance.

"Harry, Snape, SIT DOWN," she just about yelled. She had really just wanted to be alone for the evening, as it was her "death day", and accordingly she was now a little more than annoyed. "Was there a purpose to come here other than to turn my rooms into a battleground?" she asked.

"I have business with Fae, Snape, so can you please leave?" Harry asked with faked politeness.

"I believe that as a member of the Order of the Phoenix, I am privy to any information that you wish to share," Snape said evenly.

Elphaba glared at both, stood up, and went into her bedroom, slamming the door behind her. Five minutes later, she opened the door again to see Harry and Snape glowering with the utmost loathing at each other, but at least not verbally sparing anymore. In truth, Harry and Snape's hatred for each other reminded Elphaba of her earlier days at Shiz- alright, Elphaba, she berated herself, stop harping on past.

"I'm glad you both have decided to not act like you are five-year-olds having a disagreement," she said sarcastically. "Perhaps we will actually get something done today. What was it that you wished to tell me, Harry?"

"I've just come back from a meeting with Dumbledore," he told the green witch. "Apparently, one of Dumbledore's contacts have arrived."

"Really?" Elphaba asked, intrigued. "Who? What's his name?"

"Her," Harry told Elphaba. "And her name was…damn…I forgot to ask her what her name was."

Snape couldn't resist a chance to give a scathing remark to his most hated student. "Really, Potter, that's true talent there. Not even asking someone's name when you meet them."

"Snape, last warning," Elphaba said in a low voice. "Well, Harry what did she look like?"

"She was, well…blonde," Harry said the first thing that came to his mind.

"Blonde?" Elphaba asked, her mind immediately springing to a picture of Glinda. That's impossible and you know it, Elphaba, she thought. Glinda is in Oz. You are here. There are a lot of people who are blonde. Get a grip.

"Well, maybe I'll meet her later," Elphaba said dismissively."Now I would like to finish my lesson plans for this upcoming school year without your bickering behind me. So, I'll see you tomorrow. Good night." She shepherded both dark-haired men out of her rooms before collapsing on an armchair.

"Don't wish, don't start…" An echo of her musings at Oz sprang up in the silent room. "Wishing only wounds the heart…"

I tried to talk more about background info in this chapter, but as part of the plot (for example, in Harry's POV about Elphaba's past at Hogwarts) instead of just giving straight information like last time…I'm not sure if it actually worked like I wanted it to, though…

Also, it looks like it will be Elphaba/Glinda slash. Sorry to those who voted otherwise. However, there's still another chapter before have to I decide for sure.

-Wolfie