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Enchantment (43/50)

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: PG-13
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 always, to the beautiful ismenin for beta, and to willdirect4food for the banner. Previous chapters can be found in my user Profile.
The last chapter had very few reactions, but I'm guessing (and hoping) that you're all at the cinema watching OotP. If you aren't, you really should, because it's great! Review later.







Chapter 43

After Easter, life continued as normal at Hogwarts. Well, normal for some people, Elijah thought wearily.

He had thought he would spend more time worrying about Dom than he did, but the truth was, he had very little time and thought to spare these days. His workload increased, and even during those classes where he would usually sit in the back and study quietly, he now had to pay attention all the time, as all the teachers were of the opinion they needed practice for the exams, and often gave out last year’s exam papers for them to study.

Then there was homework, his end-of-year and career project essays still to write, the old practical spellwork he needed to polish up, and between all that, his Quidditch training sessions, which were no walk in the park either, considering they were playing Ravenclaw for the Cup, who had a very strong team this year.

In fact, the only times he was able to think about Dom was at night, when he was in bed, and his roommates all sound asleep. At those times he indulged in memories of their lovemaking, trying desperately to keep quiet as he gripped himself and thought of his lover. And after he’d spent himself, he’d lie awake and stare at the ceiling of his four-poster, and wish that Dom could be lying beside him. Because more than the need for Dom’s touch, he felt the need of his company, his understanding, his love.

***

As April passed and May arrived, Dom was becoming more and more on edge with the situation. There had not been another sign from their adversaries, but, rather than putting him at his ease, the fact made him steadily more nervous.

Billy was with him at all times, except during classes and at night. Otherwise he would always find his friend hovering nearby, watching him. They ate together, marked books together, and spent the evenings together. Billy always made sure to distract Dom whenever his eyes strayed towards the Gryffindor table, and tried to lighten his sombre moods, while always keeping one eye out for trouble that didn’t come.

Refusing to be lured into a false sense of security, Dom often found himself feeling he was being watched, and not just by Billy. Sometimes, he would glance over at the Slytherin table and fancy they abruptly stopped talking when they saw him look; a few times, Mortianna didn’t even bother to look away and simply smirked at him insolently.

No, this was definitely not over. They were planning something, simply biding their time.

***

Training sessions intensified as the Quidditch final drew nearer. Lily worked her team hard, despite the fact that, apart from herself, two other team members were doing NEWT’s this year, and two more their OWL’s.

“If you want more time to study and less training, that’s fine with me, but then I will need a hundred per cent concentration,” she sternly told the team, ten days before the match. “I’d much rather have fewer hours a week with a better focus, than all this mucking around while you’re thinking about your next test, and not concentrating on what you are doing.”

Still, this meant that after training, Elijah was too exhausted to even consider studying. Sometimes he even found himself caring less about the outcome of the game and more about the time he would save for studying, once the season was over.

The day before the match Lily ordered the entire team to bed early, and having stared them all down in turn until they retreated to their dormitories in defeat, turned last to Elijah.

“Listen, Lij,” she said seriously, putting her hands on his shoulders. “I know you’ve got a lot to deal with right now, but I need you to keep your mind on catching the Snitch tomorrow, okay? Monaghan will be perfectly safe, there’s a whole stand of teachers around him and no-one in their right mind would try to do anything to him with a stadium full of spectators there. I don’t want you worrying needlessly about him, on top of it all.”

Elijah nodded and attempted a smile. “I know you’re right, Lil, I really do. But still, I have a bad feeling about this match. I don’t know why, but…”

“Don’t,” said Lily brusquely. “Let Boyd worry about it. I want your energy focused on the Snitch, and on nothing else.”

Her voice sounded final, and Elijah decided to let the matter rest. She was right. It would be broad daylight, with a couple of hundred people attending, and Dom would be surrounded by his collegues. It was the safest place for him to be, and that should be enough.

***

The day of the match quickly revealed itself to be the warmest day of the year so far. Dom felt glad he had decided not to wear his robes to the stadium, as the teachers’ section of the stands was positioned in such a way that they got the full blast of the midday sun. Many of his colleagues were already sweating profusely, and the scarlet in Professor Rhys-Davies’s face was putting the Gryffindor banners to shame.

Beside him, Billy was putting up a good show of appearing interested. As Head of Ravenclaw House, he felt obliged to support his House team, even though he couldn't care less about Quidditch. Although the other teachers were supposed to be unbiased, Dom had turned his hair a flaming red for the occasion, justifying his actions by saying he had been a Gryffindor himself, not too long ago. Billy just rolled his eyes and hummed songs from ‘The Little Mermaid’ under his breath whenever Dom was within earshot.

The teams marched out onto the pitch, and the stands exploded with sound as they took their places on either side of the field, the red and blue of their Quidditch robes brightened by the sunlight. Lily shook hands with Ravenclaw captain, Apollo Lovegood, a stunningly handsome blond fifth-year boy.

Bean released the balls as the teams mounted their brooms, and the game began. Dom allowed himself a quick look at Elijah as he flew upwards to hover above the pitch; their eyes met for a moment, and the younger man gave him a small smile.

Quickly focusing again on the game that was being played lower down, Dom didn’t become aware of Orlando standing behind him until the young caretaker nervously cleared his throat .

“Professor Boyd?”

“Hmm?” said Billy mildly, taking his eyes off the game for a moment. “Yes, Orlando?”

Orlando seemed to be on the verge of a nervous breakdown, or more so than usual, anyway. He fidgeted for a few long moments, apparently steeling himself, then blurted: “someonebrokeintoyouroffice.”

“Beg pardon?” said Billy.

“Your office, sir,” stammered Orlando. “I noticed on my round that the door was open, and looking inside I saw two windows have been broken as well…”

Billy cursed and made to stand up, then hesitated and looked around at Dom, who waved his hand dismissively. “Go on, Bills, I’ll be fine.”

“Are you sure?” asked Billy, frowning. “I could have Orlando go back and make an inventory of the damage, and to see if anything’s missing…”

“No, you should check it out yourself,” said Dom, earning him a grateful look from Orlando, who had looked terrified at the thought of having to go back to the crime scene alone. “I’m safe as houses here. If the game finishes before you get back, I’ll make sure to walk back with the rest of the teachers.”

Billy finally nodded and quickly followed Orlando towards the castle.

***

Unaware of anything happening around them, the Gryffindor team were fighting a tough battle. Apollo had trained an excellent team, and he was an outstanding Chaser. The Gryffindors, having only played against teams vastly inferior to themselves in skill, were not used to such stiff competition. Apollo even managed to get a couple of goals past Morgan, though Lily, Emilie and Frances scored a good deal more, because of the Ravenclaws’ team only weak point: their new Keeper, a rather inexperienced third-year.

Elijah circled above the pitch, closely followed by Abby Corner, the Ravenclaw Seeker. He had not yet seen the Snitch, and he kept one eye out for it while trying to keep up with the game below, as well. He grinned when he heard Merlin’s increasingly testy commentary about Apollo Lovegood, whose Chaser skills seemed well matched with Morgan’s Keeping abilities. Elijah knew this would only heighten Merlin’s dislike of the boy, who had, earlier in the year, committed the unforgivable crime of dating his friend’s younger sister.

When the Gryffindors were leading by 70 points, Elijah began a more active search for the little winged ball, circling ever nearer the ground, then higher up again, trying to ignore the bright sunlight that made at least a dozen things around him glint as brightly as the Snitch.

Finally catching sight of it at the far end of the pitch, he went into a dive, the other Seeker hot on his trail, but before he was even halfway there he knew it was too late: already it had flitted out of sight.

Pulling up from his dive, Elijah nearly fell off his broom in shock as he caught a glimpse of a horribly familiar face, staring out at him from behind a tree that stood between the stands. A face that could not possibly be here at all. A face that still haunted his darkest thoughts…

But when he looked again, the hooded figure that the face had belonged to had disappeared, so quickly that Elijah wondered if it had really been there at all.

He shook himself mentally. He had imagined it, of course. Why the hell would he be here now? It must be the fatigue of the last few weeks, playing tricks on him, making him see things that weren’t there.

Determinedly resuming his search for the Snitch, Elijah turned his back on the tree and almost instantly spotted the golden ball again: it fluttered around just below Morgan’s left foot, not too far from him. He accelerated, seeing Abby do the same from the corner of his eye, and lay flat on his broom as he sped towards the goalposts.

The little winged ball, as though sensing imminent danger, took flight, but Elijah held it in sight and chased it down the pitch, both his team members and the opposite players swerving out of his way. Beside him, Abby was forced to change course in order to avoid being hit by a well timed Bludger from Henry, and Elijah’s fist closed around the Snitch seconds after that.

The spectators in the stands went wild, Gryffindors jumping to their feet as one, whooping and cheering and stamping their feet. The Hufflepuffs also applauded appreciatively, while the Slytherins scowled and jeered half-heartedly. The Ravenclaws, disappointed but gracious in their defeat, stood up and clapped politely for the opposite team.

As he was besieged by team members colliding with him in midair in their enthusiasm, Elijah sneaked a look at the teachers’ section of the stands, where Merlin was jumping up and down in front of the megaphone, shouting “in your face, Lovegood!”, but as Dom had had the presence of mind to switch it off, no one heard him.

Dom beamed at Elijah as he caught his eye, clapping his hands and cheering. His violently red hair was spiked up in all directions from the many times he had grabbed it during the tense moments of the match. He looked utterly ridiculous, and Elijah was so wrapped up in thinking how strangely beautiful he looked, that he didn’t even notice Billy’s absence.

***

The crowds in the stands were already slowly trickling away towards the castle by the time the Gryffindor team made their way to the dressing rooms. After being presented with the Cup by a beaming Professor Potter, the team members had remained on the pitch for some time, being photographed and congratulated by various students and teachers.

Elijah was still beaming with pride from the compliment on his excellent catch that he had received from Harry Potter himself, and Lily was still clutching the Quidditch Cup as if it were her firstborn. Henry and Casper were hooting uproariously and slapping each other on the shoulder, and Emilie and Frances giggled at practially everything they said, their eyes bright from their victory-high. Merlin and Morgan were nowhere to be found.

Stumbling slightly and looking down at his feet, Elijah noticed that the shoelaces on both his trainers had come undone, which he was quite sure they had not been moments ago. Sighing, he gently laid his broom down on the grass, and crouched to tie his shoes while his teammates proceeded noisily towards the dressing rooms where, judging by the yells of dismay followed by cheers and laughter, they came upon their missing Keeper having a victory party of her own.

Grinning to himself and deciding to take it easy so as to give Merlin and Morgan some time to cover themselves up, Elijah straightened and made to pick up his broom, when he noticed it was no longer there. A split second after his realisation, something hit him hard on the back of the head.

He dropped to his knees again, blinking hard, black spots swimming in front of his eyes. He felt sure he was about to pass out, yet knew that he absolutely must not. Forcing his eyes to remain open, he thought blearily: I have to get up, I have to run, I have to call for help…

But before he could muster the strength to do any of these things, that same solid object came down on his head again, so forcefully this time that he heard the distinct crack of wood.

My broom, he realised, as he hit the ground and blackness overtook him. And then, as the last remnants of his conscious thought were swallowed by it: I didn’t imagine it. He is here.

***

As promised, Dom walked back to the castle after the match with his fellow teachers, who were all discussing what a fine game it had been. Dom just smiled and nodded emphatically whenever a comment was directed at him, his mind on how very much he wanted to see Elijah.

He was so lost in thought that he didn’t even notice the brown owl that was flying towards him until he nearly tripped over it as it landed in front of him. The bird’s indignant screech of protest finally stopped him in his tracks, and he bent down to pick it up and untie the letter it was carrying. His heart lifted: perhaps the letter was Elijah’s!

As the owl took off, whacking him on the head with its wing as it went, he excitedly unfurled the letter and began to read. His stomach lurched as he saw the familiar handwriting that had been on the other note, and then it turned over as he read the first line.

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Tags: au, crossover, enchantment, fic, quidditch
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