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: My heartfelt thanks go, as always, to ismenin for the beta, and willdirect4food for the banner. Also to my loyal readers, who have come so far with me. Another additional warning of more violence and torture. I'm a closet sadist, really.
Dom was still keening and rocking over Karl’s body when Josh returned to the clearing, grinning widely at the others as he made a slicing gesture across his throat, which the Changeling did not see.
“What’s with the centaur?” Josh questioned, looking at the body with mild interest.
“Cavalry charging to the rescue,” said Liv, a note of disgust in her voice. “He shot Lucretia, too, before Mortianna got him.”
“Did you, now?” said Josh approvingly, barely glancing at the wounded Lucretia before turning to her younger sister. Mortianna glowed with pride.
Dom made a sound of mingled fury and disgust. Josh turned to him.
“Got something you want to say, best say it now, beast.”
“The only beasts I can see here, are you sorry excuses for human beings,” growled Dom, and he spat defiantly at Josh’s feet. “Yeah, be proud of yourself for attacking my friend from behind, with magic that he knows no defense against. Be very fucking proud of this great trophy of your bravery. You disgust me, all of you.”
“You know what disgusts me, though?” said Josh, his voice full of malice. “That anyone would ever want to consider fucking you. The thought of it makes me sick. The Wood boy must have been really fucking desperate to get laid.”
Dom, almost beside himself with rage, threw himself in vain against the bars of his cage. “Oh yeah, you’re quite the man now, Hartnett, with these between us,” he hissed at Josh’s smirking face. “Let me out of here and you’ll not be laughing anymore. I’d fucking tear you to pieces.”
The other man’s mouth contorted itself into a grimace, almost as if he wanted to take Dom up on the challenge. Then he raised his wand. “Crucio!”
“That’ll teach you to hold your tongue, freak,” he said after a few seconds of listening to Dom’s increasingly animalistic screams. “You’re gonna die in this cage, Monaghan, and join your little rat soon.”
Dom froze, his heart stopping. “What did you do to him?”
Josh grinned and pointed behind him, where Dom could see a spiral of smoke rising in the distance. “Elijah…”
“Toast,” cackled Josh gleefully, madness etched in every line of his face, watching Dom’s despair with a hungry look in his dark eyes.
“No!” Dom howled his anguish as a pain worse than that of the Cruciatus Curse coursed through his veins. Elijah was dead. Now he really was alone.
At this point, as all hope left Dom, something odd happened to the Changeling. Like a natural defense mechanism, the animal part of him took over, pushing what remained of the human feelings to the back of his mind. The Faerie part of him buried Dom Monaghan in a deep, dark place, leaving a creature that was no longer hindered by the weakness of human emotion. Dom was gone, as if he had already died, and all that was left was a terrified, dangerous animal, tortured and caged.
The creature in the cage contorted horribly as it threw itself against the bars with renewed strength, before another Cruciatus Curse forced it to the ground again.
The flames had now nearly reached Elijah’s face; he could feel their heat blistering the skin on his cheeks and neck. His eyes were watering painfully, he wished he could at least blink… The urge to cough from the smoke was nearly choking him, making his throat and lungs ache. The pain on the right side of his body had been excruciating before, but now it had gone almost numb. He wanted to pass out, and end his horrible wait for death, just let it take him unawares…
Suddenly, penetrating through the crackling of the flames, there was a loud rattling sound that Elijah slowly connected to the entrance curtain being pulled back. A second later, a voice shouted: “Aguamenti!”, echoed by other voices, and four jets of water hit him at almost exactly the same time, extinguishing the flames around his body, though the pain of the burns didn’t get any less.
“Finite Incantatem!” said another voice, and Elijah was able to move. He sat up quickly and cried out with pain as his burned skin moved, then lapsed into a violent coughing fit. Blinking his eyes painfully, he focused them slowly on his rescuers: Billy, Orlando, Lily, Morgan and Merlin, all of whom had their wands out and looked very pale.
Morgan hurried over to the bed as the others continued putting out the fire, which Elijah could now see had all but destroyed the little house. He sat, stunned, as Morgan anxiously looked him over, tears in her eyes.
“Elijah, you’re burned really badly, I’ll take you back to the castle,” she said softly.
This, at last, made Elijah snap out of his shock. “No way,” he croaked. “Dom…”
“Where is Dom?” asked Billy urgently, crouching down beside Morgan.
“They… they’ve got him,” Elijah choked out, as another coughing fit seized him. “Gonna… kill him.”
Without wasting any more time on the how and why, Billy nodded and turned, striding out of the charred ruin that was once Dom’s house. Elijah got up from the bed, ignoring the pain in the right side of his body, and made to follow.
“Elijah, no,” said Lily, who looked close to tears. “You can’t…”
“I’m… going… to him,” Elijah panted. “You can either… help me… or get the fuck… out of my way.”
His friends exchanged looks, then Merlin and Orlando each took one of Elijah’s arms and looped it around their necks without another word. Lily peered anxiously at Elijah’s face, then turned to Morgan. “You were tutored by Madam Otto, can you do anything about his burns?”
“Um…” for the first time ever, Morgan did not seem to be able to answer a question without hesitation. “Most of… most of the cures for burns are lotions and pastes, I don’t…” She bit her lip. “Maybe…” she raised her wand hesitantly and pointed it at Elijah’s face. “Episkey.”
The burns on Elijah’s face heated up for a second, then went cold, and the pain slowly subsided, leaving only a dull ache.
Lily gently ran her hands over his cheek. “They’re still there, but at least they look less painful.”
“It’s really a spell for mending breaks and fleshwounds,” explained Morgan. She peered into Elijah’s eyes. “Any better, Lij?”
Elijah nodded. “Yeah. Thanks.”
Morgan then performed the spell on the other burned areas as well. Elijah found that he could move a little more easily now, though his skin felt very stiff and papery. Looking down at his arm, he noted that it looked as if someone had wrapped it very badly in clingfilm. It would have to do for now.
He straightened, taking as much weight on his own weak legs as he dared, still leaning on Merlin and Orlando, and together they set off after Billy.
They found him crouching behind a tree just outside the clearing, holding both his hands to the bark with his head cocked, as if listening intently. He turned as they approached and seemed chagrined, but not surprised, to see Elijah. “You should have gone back to the castle.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” said Elijah determinedly, flopping down beside him as he let go of Merlin and Orlando.
Billy snorted. “No offense, but how will you be of use like this?”
“What are you going to do, then, take them on by yourself?” Elijah fired back.
“Looks like someone already tried,” said Merlin, pointing.
Elijah followed his friends’ eyes and gasped as he recognised Karl, lying motionless beside a domed cage, in which…
He started forward as he saw Dom writhing in the cage, and had to be pulled back by his robes to stop him from charging into the clearing like Karl had done.
“Don’t be stupid!” hissed Billy. “Elijah, you nearly got burned to a crisp ten minutes ago. You’re wounded, and you haven’t got a wand. You’d be dead before you reached him. Sit down.”
Elijah did so, glowering.
“Now,” said Billy, looking at all of them in turn. “Statistically, we are outnumbered two to one. However, one of theirs is wounded, and at least four others will not fight us, they’re too scared to move.”
“How do you know that?” asked Morgan, peering through the trees, where the human eye could just make out the figures of their enemies.
Billy did not reply, just wordlessly patted the tree beside him and half-smiled grimly at Elijah, who realised Billy’s heritage was what had made him find Dom’s tree so quickly.
“I will signal for help as soon as we make our move,” he continued. “Then, with luck, we can hold them off long enough for reinforcements to arrive.”
Orlando swallowed a few times, looking very pale, but he tightened his arm around Lily’s shoulders and nodded in agreement. The others did so, too.
“Elijah,” said Billy seriously. “You will stay here…”
“Like hell I…” Elijah began, but Billy interrupted him with an impatient gesture.
“Let me finish, lad. You will stay here, and I will use a Summoning Charm to get your wand back to you, then you join us, and not a moment sooner, you understand?”
“Okay,” the younger man muttered, mollified.
“Okay,” Billy repeated, taking a deep breath. “We’ll go in pairs. Mr. Weasley and Miss Malfoy will be taking this side, and Orlando and Miss Potter, the other.”
“What about you, sir?” asked, Lily.
Billy winked at Elijah and suddenly leaped out of his crouch as if launched by a catapult, grabbing the nearest tree-branch and pulling himself up on it, then leaped onto the next. As he glimpsed his face, Elijah saw there the kind of fierce joy he had seen on Dom’s when he was flying a broom.
As Billy quickly disappeared into the dense canopy, Orlando and Lily, still looking slightly stunned, moved stealthily around the clearing to the other side. Merlin and Morgan walked a little ahead, to the very edge, and waited for Billy’s signal.
Elijah crept forwards on all fours, the anguished screams coming from inside the cage all but breaking his heart. Yet he knew he would be of no use to Dom without his wand, and that he had to wait for Billy to get it to him. So he knelt in the dense bushes, looking out at the proceedings in the clearing from between the branches, hoping he wouldn’t have to wait too long.