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Enchantment (18/?)

Title: Enchantment
Genre: Lotrps AU/Harry Potter future!fic crossover
Pairing: Domlijah
Summary: Dom becomes a teacher at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and finds himself strangely attracted to Elijah, one of the Gryffindor seventh-years.
Rating: PG
Warnings: Like I said, AU and crossover. Also it's HP so, obviously, supernatural stuff.
Disclaimer: The wonderful HP world is created by JK Rowling who is not me, and the LOTR boys do not belong to me, both facts which I obviously regret but are nevertheless true. Sniff.
Feedback: Makes me prostrate myself at your feet and grovel pathetically.
Author's notes: This one is beta'd by dear dominicluver, as my regular beta is on vacation at the mo. Also: this chapter is rather short and not very exciting, I'm afraid, and I'm sure I totally screwed up the whole Hogwarts system, as I am sure this is not what the seventh-years do in JKR's world, but it works for this fic, so nyeah. That said: enjoy anyway.

Chapter 18

The incident at the lake had scared Elijah and Dom enough that they agreed not to meet in private again. Both knew quite well that if they had acted on their impulses that evening, Billy would have caught them red-handed. It had been a closer shave than either of them dared to guess.

That didn’t stop Elijah from feeling mightily frustrated. His time with Dom was now limited to those hours in class and during mealtimes, as neither of them was willing to take the chance of meeting in Dom’s office or out on the grounds again, feeling that they might rouse suspicion easily, or get tempted to do things they could be caught at.

Of course, they kept corresponding, but not everything could be said in letters, and anyway, a piece of paper was not at all a substitute for a kiss, or a touch, or even just a moment of looking into Dom’s eyes. It was driving Elijah up the wall, and he wasn’t sure how long he could stand being deprived of Dom before he would break down and snog his teacher senseless in the middle of his Double Transfiguration.

However, an unexpected turn of events some time later changed their situation completely.


It was time for their last round of career advice, just before Christmas break. The seventh-years would discuss with their Head of House their final plans concerning their further studies or careers, and would be given a project that would connect to their choice. In this would also be included reports of all their teachers, and results of their previous examinations.

The Gryffindor seventh-years were gathered outside of Professor McKellen’s office, both nervous and excited. This interview would, after all, determine the course they would be taking into adult wizard society.

Three of the girls stood huddled together, giggling nervously. Lily was twisting a lock of her long hair around her finger while talking to Morgan, who was the only one of the twelve who seemed utterly composed. Most of the boys stood around, trying to act blasé, but shifting from foot to foot and not knowing where to put their hands. One of them, Brett, was hysterically polishing his wand with the hem of his robes. Merlin sat on the floor tapping his fingers on the stair banister beside Elijah, who was twitchy and desperate for a smoke.

Finally the door opened and McKellen’s voice boomed out into the hallway. “Mr. Benzon, if you please.”

Jorn stumbled slightly as he made his way to the door, which shut behind him with an ominous snick, leaving his classmates to look at each other nervously. Brett scrubbed at his wand even more frantically and Merlin now started tapping his feet, too.

About twenty minutes later Jorn emerged from the room, looking relieved. He just had the time to tell his friends about his decision to become a Tracker for the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, and had been assigned to Professor Serkis for his project, when McKellen called Amy Finch-Fletchley in. She emerged only ten minutes later, declaring loudly to her girlfriends that McKellen had given her a positive advice on her plans to study Herbology, and that she was assigned to Professor Astin.

It was tradition that the students were to do their projects under the guidance of someone who would have knowledge and experience in their chosen field of profession. To make it easier for them, they were usually assigned to someone in their close environment; most commonly a teacher, but not neccesarily so. Brett, for example, wanted to follow in the footsteps of the four generations preceding him and become Head of the Department of Magical Transport, and would therefore, logically, be assigned to his own father.

Helen Jordan wanted to go into the broom-building business, and was assigned to Bean, who knew the most about that. She came out of McKellen’s office with the announcement, looking particularly pleased about it. However, Sandro Kopp, a tall, handsome German boy, expressed his wish to get into magical portrait-painting and photography and was assigned to Mortensen; he seemed terrified at the very prospect. Alice Longbottom, the best of their year, wanted to become an Auror and was, naturally, assigned to the Headmaster.

Morgan was next, and Elijah had to admire her as she walked into the office with an air of complete confidence. Then again, she had nothing to worry about: she was the second best student in their class, always got good grades, had excellent people skills and was very good at Quidditch; any career she might pick would be succesful.

Morgan’s interview was the shortest yet, and when she emerged from the office and cheerfully told her friends that McKellen had been delighted about her decision to become a Healer, none of them were very surprised. She was appointed to Madam Otto for her project.

Lily stayed inside a lot longer, and didn’t look nearly as cheerful when she came out.

“He didn’t seem too happy when I told him I want to take Quidditch further,” she told Elijah after flopping down between him and Merlin, leaning back against the banister and batting irritably at her cousin’s tapping fingers. “Said that my academic results are too well to be ignored, and I should concentrate on a real career. Well, my Dad was a professional player for years, but that didn’t stop him from having a career, now did it? So he finally promised me to send in a recommendation to your dad’s Academy, and I got Bean for my project!” She beamed. “I was hoping for Dad, but he’ll be too busy with the Dark Arts students. Still, not bad, eh?”

Elijah wanted to tell her about the slim chances she would have in that field, even if she did get into the Academy, and how even his own brother made a living playing for crap second-class clubs, but seeing the delighted expression on her face he couldn’t bring himself to say it. And who knew, she was the daughter of the famous Harry Potter, so she might stand a chance.

The four friends sat in silence as the other names were called. Stanley Thomas, who slept in the bed beside Elijah’s, was going to study Charms because he didn’t have a clear idea of his future yet, and Royd Tolkien would also be following family tradition by getting into History of Magic. At last Merlin was being called in, and emerged barely fifteen minutes later with a face like a thundercloud. “You know who he’s assigned me to when I told him I want to be a sports journalist?” he exclaimed in a disgusted voice, “my father! Because Bean’s got too many assignments already, and Dad’s Head of the Department of Magical Games and Sports.”

“Couldn’t you see that one coming?” asked Lily. “And anyway, what’s the problem? You get to go home during schooldays!”

“Oh, yay,” said Merlin dryly. “Home to where my Mum can fuss over me and lock me in my room to study, just like old times. Woo-fucking-hoo!”

Elijah rolled his eyes as the cousins started bantering and Morgan jumped in to play referee, and was almost relieved to hear McKellen’s voice call his name, last of the class.


Inside his teacher’s office it was warm and dusty, and the air was thick with pipe-smoke. McKellen sat behind his impressive carved desk, Elijah’s student-file in front of him, his long fingers leafing through the stack of parchment, which was remarkably big, considering that Elijah had only attended Hogwarts for two years.

“Take a seat, Mr. Wood,” he said in his low, soothing voice, indicating the chintz armchair opposite him, then continuing to leaf through the file.

“Well well,” he mumbled as Elijah sat down, “well, well… it has been a turbulent couple of years for you, hasn’t it, Mr. Wood?”

Without waiting for an answer, he continued: “coming to a strange country at sixteen, having to fit in at a new school… I will admit to you now that I have been worried about you on more than one occasion. And of course those acts of youthful mischief over the last few years have not helped your case very much either, though I am pleased to see that you seem to have outgrown those impulses.” He leafed through the file again, pulling out a single piece of parchment and scanning it.

“When we discussed your plans for a future career, nearly two years ago, you had only a vague idea of what you were going to do,” McKellen put his finger by a line of what seemed to be his notes of that meeting, “but you made it clear that you wished to pursue a career in social services of sorts.” He looked up at Elijah again. “Have you decided upon a more specific career, Mr. Wood?”

“Yes, sir,” said Elijah, annoyed that his voice cracked a little with nerves. “I am interested in becoming a Guide.”

McKellen cocked his head at this, eyebrows raised, and he studied Elijah keenly, as though assessing him. After a moment of silence, he nodded slowly, and smiled. “A peculiar choice of career for someone your age, but strangely fitting.”

He did not elaborate, but continued rifling through Elijah’s file, talking all the while.

“You may know, Mr. Wood, that Guidance is quite a young profession, and therefore I cannot offer you any advice on further studies outside of this school. However, this kind of work requires your abilities to be above average in many different subjects, which I know you can achieve if you work hard enough. In terms of NEWT’s, I’d say you will need an ‘E’ or higher in Transfiguration, Defense Against the Dark Arts and Charms at least, as well as good results in Care of Magical Creatures, Divination and Potions; above ‘A’ level certainly.” McKellen fixed his intense gaze upon Elijah again. “Do you think you can manage that, Mr. Wood?”

“Yes, sir,” Elijah repeated. His mouth was rather dry at this point.

“Very well. Then all we have to decide is what to do with your project. I must say you have put me in a difficult position there, Mr. Wood. With a profession as wide-range as this one you’ll need many different skills, skills which I doubt you will all learn from one person. Yet it cannot be helped, you must be assigned to one. Your family is out of the question, of course… but to choose one particular teacher will prove difficult. Knowledge of the Dark Arts is essential, since you shall be working with those under the effects of them, but Transfiguration is equally important. Charms and Potions you will need to offer different remedies, and Guides also work closely with Seers and the occult. Hmm, difficult, very difficult indeed…”

At this moment Elijah could be silent no longer. “Sir, if I can make a suggestion…?”

McKellen leaned forward. “Go right ahead.”

“Well,” said Elijah, carefully choosing and formulating his words, “what about Professor Monaghan? He’s a Changeling after all, he’s been under Guidance all his life, so he’s bound to know a lot about it.”

“Ah, yes, but of course!” exclaimed McKellen, slapping a hand to his forehead, and Elijah’s stomach did a hopeful backflip. “Very clever thinking, my lad. I’m surprised I didn’t come up with it myself!”

He began scribbling on another piece of parchment, tore the piece off and put it on top of a small pile of what Elijah supposed were his fellow students’ results, then folded his hands and gave Elijah a fatherly look.

“I think you will get along well with Professor Monaghan. There are some striking resemblances between the lad I see before me, and young Dominic who sat in his place just a few years ago. Yes… both very intelligent, sensitive, somewhat isolated among their fellow students, great fliers… and both of a mischievous nature.”

He said this with a grin and a wink, and Elijah felt himself blush even as a sheepish smile spread over his face. His whole body was tingling, and he could not quite believe yet what was being offered to him.

McKellen gave him another fatherly smile and patted the pile of forms. “I shall go and deliver these to the people your classmates are assigned with. When I visit Professor Monaghan I will ask him whether he may be able to get you an apprenticeship with his own Guide after your exams.”

“I can deliver the message to him myself, sir, if you like,” blurted Elijah, hoping he didn’t sound too eager. He was dying to tell Dom the good news himself.

To his relief, his teacher smiled. “That would be splendid. He will probably be in his tower room by now, and all those stairs… goodness knows I am not twenty anymore.”

He picked the topmost form off the pile, hastily scribbled a note in the margin, then handed it to Elijah, who took it eagerly. Fearing it may make a strange impression if he set off running, he waited patiently for McKellen to gather his things, and held the door open for his teacher as they both left the office.

Lily and the others had already departed; they had probably gone back to the common room. Elijah said a hurried goodbye to McKellen before setting off at a brisk pace in the direction of Dom’s tower room.

Tags: au, enchantment, fic

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