Genre: Lotrps AU/Harry Potter future!fic crossover
Pairing: Domlijah, eventually
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 for now
Warnings: Like I said, AU and crossover.
Disclaimer: This story is about as real as Michael Jackson's face. Harry Potter was written by JK Rowling, the boys and girls of the LOTR cast all belong to themselves, and I use their names and faces for the characters that are made up in my crazy head. I make no money off this.
Feedback: Makes me happy.
Author's notes: This story came to me while reading HP to my kids, and it's about the strangest thing I've ever written. Beta'd by the loverly avondster
Chapter 4: In which Elijah stares, Dom feels uncomfortable, and everyone else eats.
A boy at the closer end of the Gryffindor table was studying Dom intently, with the largest, bluest eyes Dom had ever seen before in his life.
He was one of the older students; sixth or seventh year, probably, and reminded Dom a bit of a younger version of Harry Potter: short, slender, and pale, slightly geeky with his thick glasses and his dark hair sticking up in every direction, but he wasn’t… nerdy. Special, rather. He had an angelic look about him, an almost feminine sort of beauty.
A pretty girl with long, coppery brown hair was leaning her chin on the boy’s shoulder and watching Billy read names, and a gangling boy with freckles untangled himself from his blond girlfriend to say something to him, but even as he answered the boy’s eyes stayed fixed on Dom, who was wishing they’d blink.
It was getting on his nerves after a while, and he leaned towards Serkis. “Who is that kid, and why’s he staring at me? Have I got something between my teeth or summat?”
Andy’s wide grey eyes flicked to the boy and back. “Don’t feel special, he does that with everyone. That’s Elijah Wood, that is, one of the hard core of Gryffindor seven.”
“Wood?” whispered Dom, frowning. “As in 'the legendary Keeper of Pullover United and pride of the Scottish national team' – Wood? Family, by any chance?”
“His youngest son. Came to school here from America three years ago. Apparently he didn’t last longer than one term on any of the wizarding schools across the pond, so his dad sent him here. He’s doing allright; bright kid. Always in and out of trouble though, him and his friends. That’s Harry’s girl Lily sitting next to him, and Merlin Weasley and Morgan Malfoy: they’re an item as of last year, it seems.”
“Malfoy?” asked Dom in amazement, now looking at the other girl Andy indicated: pale, blond and quite beautiful. She looked nice, actually, not like a Malfoy at all.
“Tell me about it, mate,” Andy snorted. “First of the Malfoy family in seven hundred years not to end up in Slytherin. Old Draco was furious when he heard his daughter was in Gryffindor. Too bad for him hats aren’t sensitive to bribes or threats, eh?” He winked and turned back to Billy and the Sorting Hat, who had progressed to the ‘P’s now.
Dom turned back, too, only to discover that Elijah Wood was still watching him. He glared back for a few seconds before stoically turning away and fixing his eyes desperately on anything but the deep blue he was afraid he might drown in.
“Honestly, Lij, where’s your head gone this time?”
Elijah started when Lily snapped her fingers in front of his face, and turned round to face his friend. “Hmmm?”
Lily laughed. “Have you even heard one word of what Merlin’s said to you?”
Elijah looked over at Merlin, who was busy whispering something in Morgan’s ear, and leaned toward Lily.
“Honest? No, not a word. What was he on about?”
The dark-haired girl giggled. “Quidditch, of course! Does he ever talk about anything else? God, your mind really is far from the rest of you tonight!”
Elijah shrugged. “Not really. I’m just tired, that’s all.”
He resumed his staring at the new guy, who was now talking to Professor Boyd. Apparently the Sorting was over, but Elijah hadn’t really noticed it. He nudged Lily with his elbow and pointed. “Who’s that?”
Lily looked and opened her mouth to answer, but just at that moment Professor Potter stood up to raise his goblet, and the Hall fell silent.
“Welcome, welcome, all of you,” he said warmly. “To our new arrivals: I hope you will soon feel at home within these walls. To the others I say: welcome back. As usual I am forced to bore you with some start-of-term announcements. First off, to inform you that Professor Weasley-Granger has been offered a position at the Institution for Magical Teaching, and has therefore resigned. Of course we all wish her the very best on her new job. That said, I must also introduce to you the two people who will be taking over her duties as of this year. Congratulations and the best of luck to Professor William Boyd, who has agreed to take the position of Deputy Headmaster.”
Elijah clapped and cheered with everyone else as the Charms teacher took a bow and grinned. Professor Boyd was a really nice guy, and very popular among the students.
Professor Potter raised his hands to silence them. “This brings me to the introduction of our new Transfigurations teacher and youngest member of Hogwarts’ teaching staff in four hundred years, Professor Dominic Monaghan.”
Their new teacher stood up and smiled; there was some polite applause. Elijah kept looking at him.
Professor Monaghan was indeed quite young, and his rather crooked smile still had something boyish. He wasn’t conventionally handsome, with his funny nose and ears that stuck out a bit, but he had a way of moving and acting that made Elijah unable to take his eyes off him. He didn’t quite know why, but he felt there was something special about the young man. There was something in him that Elijah couldn’t put his finger on.
“Also I am delighted to inform you,” continued Potter, “that Mr. Bloom, our replacement caretaker, has agreed to fully take over Mr. Fabbers’ duties as of this year.”
Loud applause, along with quite a few catcalls. Elijah smiled a moment and exchanged looks with his friends, thinking of the many, many fantasies that were now running through some of the younger girls’ heads, likely involving said caretaker and a small, dark, locked broom cupboard. Orlando at the far end of the Hall shrank into a corner.
Potter went on about the usual: some house rules, tryouts for the Quidditch teams, new Prefects, and so on, and most of the older students lost interest at this point. Lily stretched and inspected her nails. Merlin and Morgan decided it was time for a nice little pre-feast snogfest. Elijah resumed his favourite activity of the evening: staring at his new teacher.
“It’s driving me insane,” muttered Dom to Billy as he shoveled a second helping of mashed potatoes onto his plate.
“Just ignore it,” said Billy cheerfully around a mouthful of steak. “Like Andy told you: he does that with everyone. To see if he can spook you, like. Ooh, haggis!”
“Exactly!” said Serkis emphatically, spraying Dom with bits of roast chicken as he did so. “Just don’t try to do staring contests with him: you’ll lose. Blinking is unknown to that kid.”
He took another bite from the leg he was holding in his hands; the cutlery was the only thing in his wide environment that was still clean.
Even though Andy currently looked even less sane than usual, Dom decided to take his advice anyway and tried to concentrate on something else. His food was the obvious choice, and so he stared determinedly at his plate until the feast was over.
As the last remains of the puddings faded off the plates, Professor Potter dismissed the students, and everyone slowly shuffled out of the Hall.
Dom rose from his seat, picked up his hat, and looked up.
Elijah was still watching him.