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.
Rating: This chapter PG-13
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. Special thanks to pinkegogirl, for the beta.
Chapter 11: In which Elijah makes a discovery and Dom makes up his mind.
Elijah didn’t know how he ended up in the library, but here he was: standing between the bookshelves, panting, while Mr. Noble, the librarian, gave him a withering look.
Avoiding the man’s smouldering gaze, Elijah grabbed a book from the nearest shelf and sat down at one of the tables, hiding his face behind it until the librarian turned away and he no longer felt as if the intense eyes of the man would burn a hole through his skull. Then he put the book down and put his face in his hands.
He had tried to kiss his teacher. His gorgeous, fascinating, funny, intelligent, irresistible young teacher. His teacher, who was straight. Not to mention taken.
Why did he have to go and do that? It had been such a great hour with Dom, talking and laughing comfortably, and then he had to screw it up again with his stupid hormones and his stupid fucking crush. If he’d had any hope today of starting a friendship with Dom, he’d sure fucked up any chance of that.
Right now, he just wanted a huge gaping hole to open up beneath him and swallow him whole, so that he didn’t have to see anyone ever again, and most especially not Dom Monaghan.
At least, if someone went looking for him, thought Elijah, the last place they’d look would be here. He only came to the library when he really had to, and coming there on a week-end was a thing unheard-of even among the nerdiest of students.
He turned over the book he’d been pretending to read: ‘Magical Abnormality: Gift or Curse?’ it read on the cover, and as he flipped through it, Elijah found it was actually quite interesting. He made a mental note to come to the library more often, and not just when he needed to hide.
Soon, he was engrossed in the book, not even noticing the morning fading into afternoon. The book seemed to have been written especially for him, including all the things he found interesting: ethics and emotions about being different in wizard societies, articles about people who had to cope with a gift or curse, the dynamics of their lives… There was quite a large section on Changelings as well, and Elijah read with interest about their history, which mostly wasn’t all that uplifting. At the back of the chapter there was an index of all the Changelings that had ever been born in Europe. Elijah scanned the names, and there it was, near the bottom of the list: Dominic Bernard Patrick Luke Monaghan, place of birth Berlin, Germany, currently residing in Manchester, England, profession teacher, parents Austin Monaghan (mgl) and Aureen Monaghan (mgl). Marital status: single.
Elijah blinked. Single? Perhaps this book wasn’t the latest print. He went to the very bottom of the list to check the latest birth-date, but froze when he read the name.
Tara Grace Sullivan, place of birth Dublin, Ireland…
So she was a Changeling too, then. That made some sense, if you thought about it. But then Elijah’s eyes fell on her birth-date, and he did a bemused double-take.
Tara’s birth-date was more than twelve years later than Dom’s. According to this book, Tara Sullivan was only nine years old.
Elijah nearly laughed aloud at his own stupidity. Of course he just had to take a look at that letter and immediately jump to conclusions about Dom’s relationship with this mystery girl. And all the time she’d just been a little kid he was fond of, one of his kin with whom he corresponded, as would be logical when there were so few of their kind in existence.
But his happiness evaporated as soon as it had come. This didn’t change the fact that Dom was his teacher. Or that he was straight.
Elijah’s mind wandered back to the conversation in Dom’s office. He recalled the way his eyes had changed colour again, and goose bumps spread over his skin when Elijah had put his hand on it. How he’d leaned forward when Elijah bent to kiss him…
His eyes went wide with sudden realisation: Dom had wanted to kiss him back.
And Elijah had run out on him.
Quick as a flash, he was up, replacing the book on its shelf before racing out of the library, ignoring Mr. Noble’s furious expression.
He was back at Dom’s office within minutes, but found it empty. Their teacups were still on the desk, and it seemed as though Dom had left in a hurry. Elijah didn’t dwell on that fact for too long, but ran out of the room again, through the corridor, trying to think of other places Dom might be at.
Elijah had to find him. He just had to. Whether it was to explain, apologize, or snog him senseless, he wasn’t sure, but he needed to see him.
But Dom wasn’t in his classroom, nor was he in the staff room or even his own room, which Elijah found with the help of a friendly portrait. Elijah searched everywhere he could think of, but there was no trace of his teacher anywhere in the castle.
Not bothering to run back to Gryffindor Tower to get his cloak, he ventured out into the bright, icy afternoon, but where on the large, wide Hogwarts grounds would he find him? Finally, Elijah settled for the Forest, and made his way towards its outskirts, trying very hard not to think of another guy he’d once followed there…
He reached the trees and peered down the makeshift path. Only a small part of it could he actually make out, before it was plunged into darkness by the shadows of the trees. It looked quite intimidating. Elijah reluctantly took a few steps forward…
Then a great, strong hand grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and roughly dragged him away from the trees. Before Elijah knew what was happening, he was pressed against the wall of the gamekeeper’s hut, staring into the slightly terrifying face of Mortensen himself.
“What the hell were you doing out there, boy?”
Elijah squirmed. “I… I was looking for Professor Monaghan.”
Mortensen’s frown deepened. “Why would you go looking for Dom in there?” Suspicion crept into his grey eyes. “Has something happened?”
“Well, um,” stammered Elijah, “we were talking and I… I went away and then I came back and he was gone, and…”
Mortensen let go of him. “Then he’s probably deep in the Forest, where no one can find him. He always goes there when he wants to be alone and think.”
“But… but…” said Elijah, not at all assured by this statement, “shouldn’t we go in and get him? I mean…” he continued hastily when Mortensen raised an eyebrow at him, “students aren’t allowed in there because it’s so dangerous.”
The gamekeeper nodded. “Very true. But not so much for Dom. What you have to remember, Elijah, is that Dom is not human, even though he pretends to be. He is a Changeling, a wood-creature, and the Forest is his natural refuge. In a way, he’s safer there than he is here. But don’t worry,” he added with a small smile, seeing Elijah’s alarmed look, “he’ll come back. He always has. This is where he wants to be, after all.”
Elijah bit his lip. “If you do see him, will you please tell him… tell him I want to explain, and I’m sorry I left so quickly, and that… that I meant everything I said to him, in his office… and everything I did. Please.”
Mortensen didn’t look suspicious or even curious about this; he merely nodded. “Very well, when I do see him, I’ll let him know you said that. Now please get your ass back to the castle, young man, before you catch your death.”
Elijah nodded meekly, and with one last look at the dark Forest, ran back across the lawn.
Mortensen’s eyes were not the only ones following his retreating shape.
“Are you going to tell me what that was all about?”
Viggo hadn’t turned or taken his eyes off the castle doors shutting behind Elijah, but Dom wasn’t even surprised; after all these years of knowing him, Dom had become familiar with Viggo’s seeming ability at 360 degrees vision. He stepped out from between the trees behind the gamekeeper, who still didn’t face him.
“I must’ve seen that young lad hanging around the Forest a hundred times,” continued Viggo, “but never has he tried to actually go in. And to find you, of all things, as if he would be able to when you don’t want to be found.”
“Who says I don’t want to?”
It was out before Dom could stop himself. He felt incredibly exited, although he didn’t know if the excitement was positive or negative. Maybe a bit of both.
True, he had been startled when Elijah’d run out on him, again, but he also knew what he’d seen in that moment, when he’d been so close to him: desire, longing, passion. Dom realised he’d been mistaken in Elijah. This was no confused teenager with a crush on his teacher, this was a young man. A young man who knew what he wanted. And he wanted Dom.
Dom wanted Elijah, too; God, he wanted him so much. Their conversation in his office had only strengthened those feelings. Elijah made him feel almost normal when he talked to him. There were no wary looks, no carefully avoided touches, no strained silences. At that moment, they’d just been two young men.
And when Elijah had leaned towards him, Dom had not hesitated. Rules, risks, responsibilities… everything else had disappeared in that moment, and what remained was simply the man he wanted, wanting him back.
Viggo was watching him, and not for the first time, Dom had the absurd feeling that he was reading his mind. There was a long, thoughtful silence, in which both men just looked at each other, and Viggo seemed to see in Dom’s face all that he needed to know.
“I know, Vig.”
Viggo sighed as if in resignation. “Is it worth it, then?”
Dom turned to his friend, eyes bright and glittering. “Do you know, I think it just might be.”
The gamekeeper nodded firmly. “Then I won’t stop you. You deserve everything that comes to you, Dom. Only… be careful, all right? I don’t want to see you get hurt.”
“I know.” Dom turned back towards the trees, then hesitated, turned back, and embraced Viggo firmly. “Thanks, mate.”
His friend patted his shoulder. “You’re going back in there for a bit?”
Dom nodded. “Yeah. I just need to be on my own a while, sort things out before I make up my mind.”
Viggo chuckled. “Are you sure? Because if you asked me, I’d say it seems like it’s already been made up.”
And it wasn’t until the gamekeeper had left him that Dom realised he was right.