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Enchantment (42/50)

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: R
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: Thanks go as usual to the lovely ismenin for the beta and to willdirect4food for the wonderful banner. I've been to see the movie just now and will post some sort of review soon. Until then, I will leave you with this.

Chapter 42

Early the next morning, Elijah, Dom and Billy made ready to return to Hogwarts.

As they sat down to breakfast, Elijah still more than half-asleep, Billy’s keen eyes lingered for a moment on the bite-mark on Dom’s shoulder, his eyebrows rising up to his hairline (which, in Billy’s case, was a true feat). Dom ducked his head and pretended to be fascinated with his porridge.

Billy smirked but made no comment.


After breakfast, Dom and Elijah hurriedly gathered their things, while an impatient-looking Billy hovered, clicking his tongue and muttering that they could have done this last night, until Dom lost his patience and snapped very uncharacteristically at his friend: “Either help me find my jumper or fuck off, Billy!”

His friend coolly raised an eyebrow, which was enough for Dom to instantly regret his outburst.

“I am going to let that one slide because I know you’re under a lot of stress, Dom,” said Billy evenly as Dom opened his mouth to apologise. “And your jumper, for some unfathomable reason, seems to be keeping the ficus company.”

He pointed to where said garment was indeed hanging off the top of the man-high potplant, precisely where Elijah had carelessly flung it three nights before.

Dom blushed and snatched it away as Billy smirked again. He stuffed the jumper unceremoniously into his suitcase, and then admired the view of Elijah trying to locate his socks under the bed.

Finally, they were set to go a little after ten, Elijah having found all but two of his socks – not matching ones, of course. He grumbled about that fact until Dom rolled his eyes and Transfigured the two socks into a matching pair.

Before leaving, they held a last conference in the kitchen, going through their plans one last time. Elijah was not to have any contact with Dom other than the necessary hours he spent in class (his private lessons with Dom at an end now that exams were in sight), hopefully leading their adversaries to believe that things were over between them. Billy took it upon himself to guard Dom, to keep close to him as much as possible. When Dom had pointed out that this may be an exaggeration, as they had no evidence that they actually meant to kill him, Billy said grimly: “from what you told me of this Tyler woman, she is definitely capable of it.
As for those Malfoy girls: I have witnessed Lucretia torturing a man for threatening to put her in detention, and enjoying the hell out of it, as well.
I’ve heard Mortianna order her friends to permanently injure her own sister, simply because she was in the opposing Quidditch team. So no, Dom, I don’t think this precaution is exaggerated.”

The three of them now stood around the fireplace in Billy’s living room. Ali kissed both Dom and Elijah goodbye, both of whom grew steadily gloomier as their return to school drew nearer. She then held out the little bowl of Floo Powder to each of them in turn.

Elijah went first, and made sure to keep his eyes on Dom until the emerald flames engulfed him and transported him away from Glasgow until they spat him, headfirst, onto the hearthrug in his Head of House’s office.

“Good morning, Mr. Wood,” Professor McKellen intoned without looking up from the essays he was marking. “I trust you had a good holiday?”

“Yes, sir,” Elijah made himself mumble, trying, and probably failing to feign enthusiasm, but McKellen was immersed in the current essay and simply waved his hand to indicate that he could go.

Brushing ashes from his robes as he went, Elijah left the office and walked gloomily down the corridor towards the Fat Lady’s portrait, gave her the password, and climbed through the portrait hole and into the common room, where most people back from their holidays at home had already assembled, swapping stories and chatting animatedly.

Lily, Merlin and Morgan were sitting together in a quiet corner, Lily talking soothingly to Morgan in a low voice, while Merlin stroked her hair tenderly. Elijah didn’t have to hear what they were saying to know what had distressed Morgan so: it was the same thing every holiday. The poor girl had probably just got back from a week in hell, forced to spend her Easter holidays at home with her resentful parents and malicious sisters. She would soon be of age, though, and Elijah had no doubt that she would move in with Merlin as soon as the clock struck midnight on her birthday.

Fucking Malfoys, he thought, not for a moment counting Morgan as one of them. Why can’t they just leave us be, all of us?

“Hey,” he said, depositing his bag on a vacant armchair and dropping into another one. He slapped Merlin on the shoulder in greeting and gently touched Morgan’s knee.

“Don’t let them get to you, okay?” he said softly, unconciously echoing his own words of last night. Morgan gave him a watery smile in return, then jerked her head to Lily, who was regarding the exchange with an inscrutable expression on her face.

“Yeah,” said Elijah, turning to his best friend. “Could we talk?”

As if this was their cue, Merlin and Morgan jumped up simultaneously. Merlin picked up Elijah’s bag. “We’ll put this away for you.”

They went up the stairs leading up to the boys’ dormitory, and seeing as it was probably nearly empty, Elijah figured it would be a while before they’d get back. He turned to Lily with a sigh, having dreaded this conversation for days.

His friend crossed her arms and her legs and leaned back in her chair, looking at him with a slight frown on her face. Unconciously compensating, he leaned forward and rested his forearms on his knees, unsure how to begin.

He jerked his head in the direction of the stairs. “Did you tell Merlin and Morgan?”

“Of course not,” she said irritably. “Boyd told me not to. And besides, it’s your business whether you want to tell them or not. I can be trusted on occasion, you know.”

Elijah sighed again. “Look, I’m sorry, alright? Billy – Professor Boyd is right. You’re my best friend and – and I should have trusted you more. I’m sorry.”

She remained silent, still regarding him impassively. He squirmed under her unblinking gaze. “Well? What else do you want me to say?”

“Well, I guess from your little speech that you’re going to trust me now,” she said at last. “So I’m waiting for you to tell me everything.”

“Oh.” He paused, looking at her carefully. “So… you’re not mad at me anymore?”

Finally she broke into a grin. “Aw, I could never stay mad at you, Lij. Who could, with those pretty, pretty blue eeeyes?” She batted her own eyelashes theatrically.

Elijah laughed, feeling immensely relieved. “Oh, fuck off,” he muttered.

“Anyway,” said Lily, businesslike again. “I would be a bit of a hypocrite to be mad at you.”

Elijah’s eyes widened, and he laughed again, incredulous. “You’re not saying you’re having a secret romance with a teacher, too?”

“Ssshhh, not so loud!” hissed Lily, looking around worriedly, but everyone else was much too busy making post-holiday noise to pay even the slightest bit of attention to their near-whispered conversation.

Elijah stopped laughing, his eyes taking on truly epic proportions, making Lily laugh in turn. “You are, aren’t you?”

“Well,” said Lily slowly, and she was fucking blushing, “not specifically a teacher.”

Elijah, who in his head was trying to list all teachers who were neither married nor gay, and not coming up with any candidate he would want to picture his best friend with, heaved a silent sigh of relief, before a sudden thought struck him. “Not… Mortensen?”

“Ewww,” Lily wrinkled her nose. “No. Ugh, I did so not need that image.”

“He’s not bad,” Elijah mused. “Once he’s bathed and, you know, humanish.”

Lily giggled. “Maybe, but it’s not him.”

“Who then?”


Elijah nearly choked. “Bloom?”

Lily rolled her eyes and gave him an almost pitying look. “How many other people are there at the castle with a poncy name like that? Yes, Bloom.”

“Caretaker ‘oh-my-god-the-dustbins-are-out-to-get-me’ Bloom? Orlando ‘scare-me-to-death-with-a-sockpuppet’ Bloom?” Elijah had a hard time believing that someone as paranoid as Bloom could possibly engage in a risky affair with his boss’s daughter, and not die of fright at the very thought.

“Lay off my man, bitch,” drawled Lily, affecting a horrible American accent. “He’s really sweet. Not to mention an amazing kisser.”

“It’s doomed from the start, though,” said Elijah seriously.

“Really? Why’s that?”

Elijah snorted and rolled his eyes. “Please.’Lily Bloom’?”

Lily smacked him in the face with a cushion. Elijah took this to mean that things were good between them again.


True to his word, Elijah told Lily everything about his relationship with Dom (excluding the graphic bits, which was another image Lily said she didn’t need: “I have to sit in class with the man, you know”). After a moment of hesitation, he decided to go ahead and tell her about the note as well, and their conspiracy theory.

Lily looked thoughtful after he had fallen silent, having finished his tale at the conversation in Billy’s living room. “I agree with Monaghan, there’s got to be a Seer among them.”

“We checked and double-checked that, though,” countered Elijah. “There are no registered Seers at Hogwarts, not even Professor Blanchett. And Tyler is definitely not a Seer, or she wouldn’t have been so startled that she fell off her broom when Dom…”

“Yeah, but these are Slytherins we’re talking about,” said Lily. “They all want to be the same, you know, nice pure blood and all that. Being a Seer’s too different from the rest. I could easily see one of them being… I don’t know, a repressed Seer or something, and the family keeping it quiet.”

Elijah nodded thoughtfully at that, and made a mental note to run this theory past Dom. Then he remembered he was not supposed to interact with Dom for the remainder of the school year, which made any cheerfulness at making it up with his best friend disappear at once.

“… I’ll ask Morgan anyway, see if she’s heard something,” Lily was saying. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to tell her!” she added, seeing Elijah’s slightly alarmed look. “Though I think you should. She may be a Malfoy, but…”

“It’s not that!” said Elijah indignantly. “I trust Morgan, and Merlin too, but the fewer people know about this, the less chance there is of someone letting something slip by accident. One word and the whole school will know in an hour, you know that.”

“Hmm, true,” said Lily. “I still think we should do something more, though. I mean, no offense, but your plan sucks.”

“What plan?” asked Elijah, frowning.

“Exactly,” Lily said dryly. “Basically what you’re going to do is sit and wait for them to make their next move, and just hope they’ll make a mistake and reveal themselves. That’s a long shot at best, Lij, and with Monaghan playing the sitting duck to this hunting party.”

“Boyd’s minding Dom’s back,” Elijah protested feebly, knowing she was right.

“Maybe, but he can’t be expected to be trailing after him every day until retirement,” countered Lily. “Who knows when they will try again?”

“If I’ve learned one thing about Lucretia,” said Elijah with a confidence he didn’t feel at all, “it’s that she’s got no patience. If she wants something, she wants it yesterday. They’ll try again soon. And if they do, we’ll be ready.”

He nodded firmly, as if to convince himself of his own words. “We’ll be ready for them.”

He would soon learn how very wrong he was.

Tags: au, crossover, enchantment, fic

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