Genre: Lotrps AU/Harry Potter future!fic crossover
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.
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: First and foremost, the usual words of praise and thanks to my beta, pinkegogirl. Thanks, also, must go to dominicluver for her support, encouragement and feedback. You rock, girl!
This, now, is one of those chapters that has to pay for the fact that I can never quite 'chop' my chapters in the way I like. Therefore, the two scenes described in this have little to nothing to do with each other. I blame my poor technical writing skills. Will try to do better in future. Hope you'll enjoy anyway. Have a great week!
Although life got infinitely better for the both of them after they’d been assigned to one another, Dom knew that Elijah thought their keeping company left much to be desired.
True, they could now converse together frequently without raising suspicion, and no one batted an eye at Elijah’s frequent visits to Dom’s room and office, but since the concept of privacy was virtually non-existent at Hogwarts, they were given very little chance of doing anything more than actually studying.
As to that, Dom made sure to keep his eager student well occupied. He gave him several books to read, even some of his own journal entries and observations, and promised to try and arrange a visit to the Ministry, so he could show Elijah the Guides’ Office, which had recently been re-assigned under the youngest Department, that of Magical Integration.
“Why is that?” asked Elijah when Dom told him. “Where were they in first?”
Dom grimaced. “The Department for Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. Most of their charges used to fall under the Halfbreeds of Almost-Human Intelligence.”
Elijah looked appalled. “Jesus, that makes it sound like you’re animals or something!”
Dom shrugged, trying (and failing) to look unconcerned. “Some people think we are. And when they’re in government, they can make life quite difficult for us. Changelings for example weren’t allowed to carry wands until very recently, and I certainly wouldn’t have been able to attend Hogwarts if I’d been born a few years earlier. It wasn’t until Nymphadora Tonks became Minister for Magic some years ago that things started to look up for us.”
“Jesus,” said Elijah again. “That’s pretty fucked up. What about the new Minister, then? Does he think the Guides are important at all?”
Dom chuckled heartily at that. “Oh, he does, believe me.” When Elijah looked at him in puzzlement, obviously wanting to be let in on the joke, he shook his head, grinning. “You’ll find out soon, I daresay.”
To give Elijah access to as much information as possible, and because he was sure he’d forget some important things, Dom also encouraged his student to ask any question, promising as complete an answer as he could give. That sometimes caused uncomfortable situations for Dom, since Elijah abused his position to its fullest extent.
“What was your first time like?” he asked one lazy afternoon in Dom’s office, looking up from the notes he was re-reading at the desk across from the teacher’s that was usually used for detentions.
Dom’s elbow slipped on his desk, knocking over his ink-bottle on a pile of third-years’ homework, and he quickly grabbed his wand to clean it up, glaring at Elijah. “I beg your pardon?”
Elijah giggled, leaning his chin on his hands as he watched Dom struggle with his embarassment. “Your first time. You know, as in sex. What was it like?”
“And I suppose this is asked out of strictly professional interest?”
“Naturally.” Elijah grinned, looking over at Dom. “So spill. Was it a guy or a girl?”
Dom sighed in resignation, putting down his wand and quill. “A girl. Isn’t it always, the first time?”
Elijah gave a little half-shrug. “I guess. Mine won’t be, though.” He smiled lazily at Dom, but his eyes made a shiver run up the older man’s back. “How old were you?”
“Fourteen or fifteen. I think I already knew I preferred blokes, but right then I didn’t want to be more different than I already was, and she showed interest, and I was a teenager after all.”
“Hey!” said Elijah indignantly. “I’m a teenager!”
Dom rolled his eyes. “Uh-huh, and you never think about sex at all.”
Elijah considered this for a moment. “Okay, point taken. Moving on. So who was she?”
Dom’s smirk turned into a reminiscent smile as he continued. “Her name was Evey, and she was in Hufflepuff. She used to sit next to me in Potions, and she would always let me borrow her scales or her knife if I’d forgotten mine. So I started forgetting them more often, just to get to talk to her.”
“Did she know about…?”
Dom shook his head. “No. Only the teachers knew about me, and my classmates. Headmaster Lupin was afraid there might be predjudices if everyone knew.”
“I wonder why,” said Elijah dryly, looking out the window into the courtyard, where Mortianna Malfoy and her friends were holding audience. “What happened then?”
“Well, you know how those things go; and one day we were snogging in the bushes just off the Quidditch pitch, and one thing led to the next, and then…” Dom broke off and closed his eyes, cursing the fact that the memory still made him feel miserable.
He opened his eyes to see Elijah sitting on the edge of his desk, studying him. “What then, Dom?” he asked softly.
“I… I lost control,” whispered Dom, staring at the homework assignment before him without really seeing it. For some reason he could not bear to look at Elijah. “I was young, I was excited, all my senses were on overload. So then when I… came, I…”
Elijah’s hand was on his shoulder; firm, reassuring; his face was serious and compassionate, his eyes warm and understanding. Dom raised his hand, feeling the younger man’s fingers wrap around his in silent support. He still couldn’t look at him.
“The look on her face… God, I’ll never forget it. She looked shocked, horrified… she screamed with fright when she saw me, Lij. She was revolted by me.”
“I won’t be, Dom,” said Elijah softly, as if he had been reading his thoughts. “I won’t.”
Dom barked out a mirthless, disbelieving laugh. “How can you know that? You don’t know what will happen! And I can’t tell you, because I don’t even know, myself. The only ones who do know didn’t stick around long enough to tell me.”
His voice was bitter, full of resentment. The conversation, the painful memory, had laid bare the very essence of his fear. He realised that he wasn’t at all afraid of getting involved, wasn’t afraid of commitment or showing his feelings or any of that clichéd crap. It wasn’t even the thought of getting caught, sacked, shunned, ridiculed. Dom realised, at this very moment, that his greatest fear was that Elijah, once he would see Dom for what he really was, would run away from him, like Evey and those that came after her had all done.
He hadn’t realised he’d hidden his face in his hands until strong, gentle hands took hold of his wrists and plied them apart. Elijah was kneeling in front of him, his expressive eyes seeming larger than ever as they studied him.
“You’re scared,” he said simply.
Dom nodded slowly. “Yeah, I am.”
“Don’t be,” said Elijah, kissing him gently. “We won’t do anything you’re not ready to do, Dom, I promise. I can wait, okay? Until you’re ready.”
Dom nodded again, his smile reappearing hesitantly. “You will, really? You’ll do that for me?”
In response, Elijah raised two fingers solemnly. “Scout’s honour. Cross my heart and hope to die, and all that shit. I swear to wait for you, even if my balls are bluer than… than…”
“Your eyes?” supplemented Dom, grinning, before he started snickering in earnest. Elijah looked at him in puzzlement.
“This!” said Dom, gesturing with a wide swing of his arm. “This whole thing, about me being scared, and waiting until I’m ready… you’d think I was the blushing virgin here, for fucksake!”
Elijah grinned, and to his everlasting delight Dom caught him blushing as well.
It was the final day before Christmas break, and most of the students had ceased working altogether, using their lessons instead to converse about their plans for the holidays, or else wondering if they hadn’t forgotten to pack anything in their full, waiting trunks. The teachers, also, seemed to have given up trying to hold their classes’ attention, their minds being occupied with Christmas decorations, gifts that had to be sent, and what to wear to the Headmaster’s annual Christmas Eve dinner, at which many prominent guests were invited, including the Minister for Magic.
Elijah had decided not to go home for the holidays this year. The great longing for home he had always felt, ever since he’d come to Hogwarts, had all but disappeared. He still missed his family, of course, but felt no desire whatsoever to leave Hogwarts at present. He also had a pretty good idea of why that was.
His friends, after their initial surprise, were delighted with his decision. They were all staying at Hogwarts, too; Lily’s father never left for the holidays, and her mother would come to Hogwarts for Christmas. Morgan stayed because there was nothing waiting for her at home but grudging looks, sneering remarks, and the constant taunts of her sisters. Merlin was staying because Morgan was, and because he said he could not stand being in the presence of his mother for a full three weeks.
“You could come to my Dad’s dinner with me!” said Lily delightedly to Elijah as they sat down in the already decorated Hall during lunch break. “You could be my chaperone. I always have to choose one of the other stay-at-homes, and none of them ever provided a fun date… Lij, what is it?”
Elijah was looking up at the enchanted ceiling, which at the moment was a stormy dark grey, and soon his friends saw it, too: Eeyore had soared in through the high window and was all but plummeting down to the Gryffindor table.
Elijah caught the little owl in the bowl of his hands. Eeyore, half-dead with exhaustion, hooted feebly and held out his leg to let him untie the letter. As he did so, Elijah caught sight of the envelope, on which someone had scribbled ‘urgent’ in red sharpie, and which was addressed to Prof. D.B.P.L. Monaghan, Hogwarts.
Quickly shielding the letter from his friends’ curious gazes, Elijah looked up to the High Table, but Dom was not sitting in his usual chair beside Serkis; was in fact not to be seen at all. He turned the letter in his hands; it had been sent from Ireland.
Mumbling something about taking Eeyore to the Owlery, Elijah hurriedly excused himself from the table, the letter in one hand and the owl in the other, and exited the Great Hall in search of Dom, but he was not to be found in the Entrance Hall either. Elijah sighed and set his owl on the stair banister. “Eeyore, you dumbass! That I let Dom use you for his mail does not mean you can deliver his letters to me!”
Eeyore ruffled his feathers and glared at Elijah through narrowed eyes in the best indignant manner he could muster in his present condition; the ‘urgent’ on the letter had probably been an indication for him to nearly kill himself trying to deliver it, and he had clearly not anticipated this reaction. The owl huffed, then turned tail on his master and took off in a rather wobbly kind of way, leaving Elijah standing in the Hall with the letter still clutched in his hand.
Muttering under his breath about worthless pets, Elijah set off in the direction of Dom’s office, but he found it empty. Seeing as how Dom was never in his room during working hours, the younger man concluded he must be in the staff room.
He was right: Dom was indeed in the staff room, but unfortunately he was not alone. When Elijah knocked on the door, it was opened to reveal the politely puzzled face of Professor Boyd, which peered at him owlishly. “Yes, Mr. Wood, what can I do for you?”
“Excuse me, sir, I’m looking for Professor Monaghan.”
Dom appeared at his friend’s elbow, frowning when he saw Elijah. “What is it?”
“This just arrived for you, sir.” Elijah held out the letter, showing him the address and the ‘urgent’.
“Come in, then.” Dom opened the door a bit wider to let Elijah inside. “Close that, will you, Bills?”
There was no one else in the spacious room but the three of them. As Boyd closed the door behind them, Dom was already ripping the envelope open with impatient fingers, and pulling out a single sheet of paper, on which a hurried note was scribbled. Dom’s eyes scanned the paper, and when he lowered it Elijah could see the already familiar crease between his eyebrows, that always indicated a plan in the making.
“Elijah, please be so kind as to run to my classroom and tell Hufflepuff four that class is dismissed. I’m sure they’ll be delighted to hear it, as they were supposed to hand in essays today, and have probably not finished them. Kindly also inform them of the fact that they will hand it in first day after the holidays, and that if I find any duplicates all those involved will receive zero marks. After that, you will nip by your own class, and excuse yourself to… who’s your next class with?”
Elijah said nothing, but instead cast a meaningful look at Boyd, who had been looking intrigued, and now raised an eyebrow delicately, as if in challenge. Dom followed his gaze, caught its meaning, and cleared his throat.
“As I was saying, after you’ve dutifully attended Professor Boyd’s class…”
“Which will in fact be shortened as said Professor is unexpectedly required to offer assistance to a collegue,” interrupted Boyd smoothly.
“Uh, right,” said Dom with a sheepish glance at his collegue, “so… yeah, so when Professor Boyd has given you leave – only then, mind you – you will go to your dormitory and fetch what good, warm winterclothes you have; Muggle winterclothes, please. Then come back downstairs and meet me in the Entrance Hall.”
“Okay, sir,” said Elijah, already half-turned to leave. “Um… where are we going?”
Dom smiled cheerlessly. “We are going on a field-trip.”