I've had this idea for a while now – writing a Wicked and Harry Potter crossover
The Green Witch of Hogwarts
Prologue
„Eleka nahmen nahmen. Ah tum ah tum eleka nahmen", Elphaba repeated the words over and over again - like a prayer. However, it felt as if she was only speaking empty words. Just saying something incoherent. The spell didn't feel like it would do anything anyway. Well not anything good.
„Fiyero", she whispered his name, „Oh my Fiyero. Where are you?"
The rain was coming down in buckets by now. It was as if heaven was crying for Fiyero.
Elphaba barely noticed the tears running down her own cheeks. She only half listened to the sounds going on around her. Nothing caught her attention. Not even the storm, the thunderstorm that was approaching Kiamo Ko. It was getting dangerously close to the castle.
It was only one thought that dominated her mind at the moment. There had to be a way to save Fiyero! Another spell in the Grimoire. Yes, there had to be something. All Elphaba had to do was find it. Desperately, she searched for a solution. Anything. Anything to save Fiyero. To spare him death. Or worse. And just as she reached for the cursed book, the storm picked up speed, again. The howling of the wind now resembled a scream.
Lightning filled the sky and bathed everything in a white light.
However, Elphaba was unaware of the looming danger. Her thoughts were on all the sins she had committed. So far, she had killed her mother and her sister. Her own father had hated her and had later died of shame - because of her.
And now Fiyero. Now she had lost everything. She had lost her little piece of happiness. Just a split second had been enough. She was hit by a grief too deep for words, and she bowed her head for a moment. The pain threatened to overwhelm Elphaba. The pain almost sent her over the edge. And she was on the verge of giving in to madness.
She had to accept the truth. She had killed Fiyero. Well not with her own hands but she was responsible for his death. Her desire to see him had brought her to the Emerald City. And if she hadn't shown up there, Fiyero would never have gone with her. Would never have left Glinda. And he would still be alive. It was her fault! Everything! And she had to accept that. She only brought misery to everyone.
Perhaps it would be better if she didn't exist. If she would just disappear. When she would cease to exist.
"If I hadn't been born, then everything would still be fine. If I didn't exist, then my sins wouldn't be real either, they wouldn't have died. I should be dead and not him," she said and her words were carried away by the howling of the wind, "I should be dead. I have to die. Yes, I wish I was dead."
Elphaba stepped up to the window and looked out into the storm. Into the darkness of the night. Only one thought dominated her mind right now. Death. Her death. She wanted to die. Now.
Throwing herself off the tower would be so easy. Or a spell that would bring her death. And while she was still thinking about how she could die, there was a loud bang that filled the sky and then only silence. There was nothing anymore. No rain, no storm. Only silence. And the room was empty.
The Wicked Witch of the West was no more.