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: Um... 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: Huge thanks to pinkegogirl for finding time between her exams to beta this. Still wishing you good luck!
Someone needs to teach me how to make a link in a picture, so I can use saura_'s banner!
Chapter 13: In which the author of this fic likes Quidditch far too much.
Dom tore his eyes away from Elijah some time after Bean had blown his whistle. Exiting as the player could be, and much as Dom enjoyed watching this particular one, the Seeker wasn’t usually very entertaining to watch during most of the Quidditch Match.
So Dom lowered his eyes to where the action of the game took place, which was right in front of him as a matter of fact. And no one could say that there wasn’t any action to be seen.
The Gryffindor Chasers, as Dom already knew by having observed them during their training, were likely to be the best team at school. They kept close to each other and the Quaffle at all times, flying in what Dom recognised as the Hawk’s Head Formation, Frances on the left, Emilie on the right, and Lily in the middle, a little ahead of the other two.
If only their Beaters were half as good a team. They were not bad players individually, but much too often Dom could see one of them counting on the other being somewhere he wasn’t, knocking holes in the defense and forcing the Chasers to break formation while dodging a Bludger.
Morgan’s Keeping was, as usual, a joy to watch, but as most people had expected and predicted, she had a difficult match. Not in terms of shots on goal, which were easy catches even for players a lot less skilled than she was, but because of the constant assaults by the other team. As soon as the Quaffle came onto the Gryffindor half, the Slytherin Beaters abandoned whatever they were doing and knocked every Bludger within their bats’ reach in Morgan’s direction, so that she kept having to swerve and dive to avoid them, a few of those times near misses. The Gryffindor Beaters seemed highly confused by this tactic, at a loss between protecting their teammate and hindering the Slytherin Chasers in Quaffle-possession. More than once the Gryffindor Chasers were on their own in recapturing the Quaffle and making sure to get it back to the Slytherin half, so that no one was allowed to assault their Keeper any longer.
Dom gritted his teeth at this tactic, obviously designed by Mortianna in a malicious attempt to let her sister come to harm sometime in the game, giving her team an easy win. Because it was clear that the Slytherin Chasers were not capable of scoring many fair goals, not with so good a Keeper on the other side.
He saw the set of Billy’s jaw, and knew that his friend was thinking the same thing, but knew just as well as Dom that there was nothing in what Slytherin was doing that clearly violated the rules.
Only twice did Slytherin actually foul, in both cases caused by Mortianna losing her temper at a missed goal and attempting to fly into her sister on purpose. Morgan’s icy calm and the fact that Gryffindor was given a penalty each time didn’t improve her mood either.
Soon Gryffindor was leading 120-30, and the game was getting nastier now that the Slytherins realised they had very little chance of winning, even with their current tactic. Their Chasers were uncoordinated and easily distracted, their Beaters clearly so drilled on targeting Morgan that they paid little attention to anything else, and their Seeker concentrating more on the game than finding the Snitch.
Even as Dom smirked at this thought, he saw a flash of scarlet in the corner of his eye that brought him to full attention. A second later he heard Merlin’s magically magnified voice shout exitedly.
“Looks like the Gryffindor Seeker has glimpsed some gold!”
Elijah was rocketing to the Slytherin half, and in the reflection of his flying goggles Dom caught a faint glitter: the Snitch! It was fluttering idly some six feet above the ground just in front of the middle goalpost. He was nearly there…
A shriek on the other side of the pitch made Dom jerk his head back around, just in time to see Mortianna waving her arm towards Morgan and repeat what she had shouted. Whatever it was, both Slytherin Beaters seemed to have understood. They each drew level with a Bludger and chased it to the other side with their bats, both nearly falling off their brooms with the force of their swings as they pelted the black metal balls towards Morgan, who, momentarily distracted by Elijah, reacted just a second too late.
There was a sickening crack and then a scream. Merlin let out an agonised wail, but it wasn’t Morgan who had cried out in pain.
Where the Keeper had not been paying attention at that crucial moment, someone else had. At the last moment, Lily had pushed her friend roughly back, shielding her from the attack. The first Bludger hit her on the shoulder, the second collided with the side of her head. She slid sideways off her broom and plummeted down.
Dom saw Elijah shoot towards the other side, the Snitch forgotten. He shook his head sadly; if Elijah had caught the little winged ball there and then, the game would have been over and Gryffindor would have won.
Morgan had managed to catch her unconcious teammate before she could hit the ground, and she had landed ungracefully at the bottom of the goalpost. The other members of the team hurried towards them, as well as some people from the stands. Slytherin scored twice within the next few seconds before a flabbergasted Bean had the clarity of mind to blow time out.
Dom exchanged a look with Billy, who nodded even as he shut down the microphone to cut off Merlin’s furious cursing. Dom hurried downstairs and onto the pitch.
Elijah got to the goalpost first, and helped a very pale Morgan lift Lily off her broom. The dark-haired girl was still out, her left shoulder clearly dislocated and the arm at a wrong angle, and blood was dripping from her nose and mouth onto her robes and hair. She cried out when Elijah lay her down on the sand of the pitch, but did not come to.
“Wake up, Lily-girl, wake up, come on,” Elijah muttered, smoothing his friend’s long hair out of her face and gently slapping her unbruised cheek. She didn’t move.
Elijah looked up and noticed Lily’s younger brothers among those who had come running from the stands, their faces almost as pale as their sister’s when they saw her lying there, bleeding and unconcious.
“Sirius,” he said sharply, causing the oldest boy to start. “Run to the Headmaster’s Office and fetch your Dad. Jamie, go get Madam Otto, quick!”
Both boys nodded and ran, and Elijah turned back to Lily, frantically patting her cheek again while Morgan and his other teammates leaned over his shoulder.
Suddenly there was a cool hand on the back of his neck, and Elijah shivered involuntarily at the pleasant, soothing sensation in the middle of all this chaos.
“Better not do that,” said Dom’s low voice close to his ear. “She might have a concussion, best to mess with her head as little as possible. And clear some room, please,” he continued gently to the rest of the team. “Give her some space to breathe.”
The team retreated obligingly, and Dom took his hand from Elijah’s neck, who immediately mourned the loss of it.
“Hold her carefully, yeah?” said Dom, taking out his wand and conjuring a stretcher. He then proceeded to levitate Lily onto it, just as a frantic Madam Otto came running with a panting Jamie Potter in tow.
“Lord in Heaven, what have you been doing this time?” she cried out when she saw Lily. She pushed Dom and Elijah away and examined the girl, ranting furiously all the while. “Oh, that Quidditch, I don’t know why everyone’s so fond of it. It should be forbidden at schools. One day someone will get killed, and then I won’t be able to patch them up, now will I?” For some reason she glared fiercely at Bean as she said this, as if it was all his fault.
“You will be able to… patch her up, won’t you?” asked Emilie anxiously.
“Oh, of course, of course,” said Madam Otto exasperatedly. “But she’ll have to stay the night, that’s for sure. She won’t be able to finish the game, at any rate.”
A few team members groaned. This meant that they either had to cancel and play again, or continue now with one player missing. Neither was a very promising prospect.
As Madam Otto retreated with Lily on the stretcher, still muttering angrily, Elijah noticed Mortianna standing a short distance away, leaning on her broomstick, smirking. His blood boiled.
“Pleased with yourself, are you?” he snapped furiously.
Her grin widened. “Why, certainly, Wood. It wasn’t what I was aiming for…” she shot a look at Morgan, “but it’ll do.”
Elijah approached her, his fist raised. In this case he was prepared to forget everything his mother had taught him about not hitting girls, if only he could wipe that smug look off Mortianna’s face…
A strong hand closed around his wrist, and he looked around. Dom was behind him, restraining him, shaking his head slightly in a grim ‘she’s not worth it’ kind of way, before turning to Mortianna.
“Miss Malfoy,” he said with clearly strained calm, “I suggest you take a different tone. Injuring fellow students is nothing to be smirking about, even if, to my deepest regret I assure you, I am not permitted to punish you for it. Kindly do not try to provoke me any more, or you will regret it.”
Elijah was impressed with the tone and pose of authority that had come over Dom; Mortianna, however, was not. Her smile disappeared, and she looked at Dom as if he were something indescribably filthy.
“I do not believe,” she sneered, her voice dripping with malice, “that any of us asked you to interfere, nor that the likes of you have any right to speak down to a human, Changeling.”
She spat that last word out with a tone of utter disgust, as if Dom were the lowest of creatures. Elijah glanced over his shoulder at his young teacher, who had gone utterly pale and looked as if he had just been slapped in the face. Another flood of anger overwhelmed him at the sight.
“How dare you, you fucking bitch!” He jumped at her, both fists raised.
“Mr. Wood! Miss Malfoy!”
Professor Boyd came marching towards them across the pitch, looking quite terrifying for someone of his size and stature. His green eyes almost seemed to glow with anger. Bean trailed after him, still looking mildly bemused. The rest of the team and some people from the stands followed, gathering around Elijah in silent support. Dom stepped closer to him as well, his chest nearly touching Elijah’s back.
Boyd and Bean drew level with them and, without hesitation, Boyd situated himself between Elijah and Mortianna.
“Put that arm down!” he snapped at Elijah, who slowly lowered his fists, still breathing hard and staring daggers through his teacher at Mortianna.
Elijah reluctantly put his hands down as he was told, and felt Dom’s find them and pull them behind his back, interlacing their fingers between their bodies and squeezing gently. His anger ebbed away.
Professor Boyd rounded on Mortianna, who raised her chin haughtily. “Wood tried to attack me, Professor, and I didn’t do anything, you saw it.”
Boyd’s eyes narrowed to slits. “Ah, but I do hear, Miss Malfoy, and better than you give me credit for. Unless I am much mistaken, you have just managed to insult Professor Monaghan as a teacher, a person, and a wizard, all in a few words! For that remarkable feat, I will take thirty points from Slytherin, and if you don’t get back on that broom very quickly, it’ll be more. Mr. Wood…” Boyd turned back to Elijah who hurriedly took a step away from Dom, disentangling their hands, “you tried to assault a fellow student on grounds of provocation. You are an adult. Control yourself like one, if you please. Five points from Gryffindor.”
Elijah didn’t argue, though he didn’t feel sorry at all for attacking Mortianna, and he knew he would have punched her lights out when given a chance.
Boyd looked at him shrewdly, undoubtedly guessing what he was thinking, but did not comment. Instead he glanced at the team. “Well then, with Miss Potter unable to finish the game, I believe that as second Captain, the choice of continuing or stopping lies with you, Mr. Wood. Bean?”
The referee stepped forward, looking at Elijah and the Gryffindors with mild concern. “What about it, team? Are you going to go on, or call it?”
Elijah looked around at his teammates, hesitating. Stopping meant losing the points they had scored so far, but with only two Chasers continuing would be difficult.
“Lij,” said a soft voice as a hand was laid on his shoulder. He turned to face Morgan, who looked pale but determined. “We should continue. I’ll take Lily’s place.”
“Morgan, that’s insane,” argued Emilie. “You can’t Chase and Keep at the same time.”
“I was a Chaser for three years before I became a Keeper,” Morgan retorted. “I can do this, honestly. If we stop, we’ll lose our advantage.”
“You can’t be serious!” shouted Merlin, who at some point had joined them. “Did you see what they just did to Lily? That was supposed to be you, Morgan! You’ll be in the thick of things even more as a Chaser! That’s just plain suicide, that is!”
“You’re not on the team, Merl, so stay out of this!” Morgan snapped before turning her back on her boyfriend and facing Elijah. “Please, Lij, please? Or she’ll have won anyway,” she whispered so that only he could hear.
Elijah was at a loss. This was exactly why he had passed on the Captaincy. Taking decisions under pressure was just not his thing. He looked around helplessly, as if waiting for a sign, and finally his eyes came to rest on Dom, who now stood beside Boyd and was studying him, head cocked, waiting for his answer like everyone else. Dom thought very highly of Morgan, Elijah knew, thought her the best player of the whole team, in fact. So if anyone would be able to pull this off, it was her.
He sighed and looked at Morgan’s determined face again. “Okay, if you really think you can do this…”
“Elijah!” Merlin said, outraged, but Morgan nodded gratefully. “I do.”
“All right,” said Elijah, turning back to Bean. “Then we play.”
From behind the referee, Dom was smiling at him.