Professor Legolas

PROFESSOR LEGOLAS

BY JOXIE


Title : Professor Legolas

Author : Joxie

Pairing : Legolas/Harry Potter

Rating : NC17 AU

Authors Notes : HP/LOTR Crossover //thought speak//

Summary : Harry comes into his Veela inheritance and discovers a whole new world.

Feedback : Yes please, please be tactful and patient.

Disclaimer : I do not own Lord Of The Rings or Harry Potter and I do not make any money from these writings.

Heidi191976 And Redguardian - Thank you for your comments hope you like the following chapter.


CHAPTER THIRTY

Legolas and Glorfindel were wrapped around each other; deep in reverie there eyes glazed and breathing slow. Harry sat in a chair by the bed he had been awake all night watching over them.

Legolas drifted into wakefulness //I forgot the time difference// he sent through the bond.

//You were angry and meant to hurt, you succeeded// Harry retorted.

//That too// Legolas agreed shamefully.

//Sometimes I think its going to be a very long eternity// Harry stood up and stretched.

//But worth it// Legolas declared.

//Always// Harry smiled //I’m going to bathe.//

The door closed behind the wizard before Glorfindel spoke //He is far to forgiving.//

//What else can he be he loves us// Legolas kissed Glorfindel lightly.

//How did Thranduil take the news// Glorfindel asked.

//Badly at first but by the next morning he was calmer I think Elrond must be a good influence on him// Legolas replied a little disappointedly.

//Not even you can be sure which way Thranduil will jump// Glorfindel teased.

//Valinor is no place for Riddle Manor// Legolas said abruptly.

//Let the big boys deal with it and we’ll be there to pick up the pieces if needed// Glorfindel kissed Legolas tenderly.

Freshly bathed Harry went to his desk and began sifting through the parchments lying on it; he read silently for a while and then called out “Knave.”

A house elf appeared tumbled to its knees and kissed the hem of his robe “Mr Harry Potter sir what can Knave be doing for you?”

“For a start get up and for another don’t ever grovel at my feet again” Harry told him briskly.

Knave scrambled to his feet “Bad Knave bad house elf” he grabbed up a letter opener and began stabbing himself in the thigh with it.

“Stop that at once” Harry ordered harshly.

Startled Knave dropped the knife; he looked ill at ease and was trembling.

“Now tell me how many house elves are there in Riddle Manor” Harry asked in a normal tone of voice.

“Knave, Rascal and Rogue be the only ones at Riddle Manor my Lord” the house elf kept his eyes lowered.

“Is there anyone else at the Manor” Harry held his breath.

“Only the pets master” Knave replied nervously.

“What pets?” Harry’s stomach clenched.

“The Dark Lord’s kept for amusement and pleasure” Knave quickly told him.

Harry grabbed up his staff and ordered “Take me to these so called pets.”

Knave clicked his fingers and Harry found himself in an ill lit corridor.

“How many are there?” Harry thought to ask.

“Only two now master the Dark Lord destroyed the rest before the last great battle” Knave shifted his feet restlessly.

Harry approached the first door “open it” he ordered.

Knave obeyed and stepped aside to allow Harry to walk into the dark cold room. A movement caught his eye and Harry gasped. Hanging on leather strapes against the far wall was a man who once would have been considered beautiful. But now was a beautiful ruin of his former self.

Both of his arms had been amputated just below the elbow and his legs above the knee. Harry darted forward the distruction only becoming clearer to him as he got closer to the man. Whose eye lids had been sewn togther and as he whimpered revealed his tongue had been cut out.

“Get him down from there and tend to him as if your life depended on it” Harry rasped out.

They didn’t leave the room until the poor wretch had been made as comfortable as possible and then only because Harry needed to see the other pet.

The second room was very different from the first; it was lit with artificial sunlight and decorated in pastel pinks. In the centre of it stood a bed that Harry approached cautiously, Knave trailing behind him.

On the bed lay a woman perfect in face and form, she might have been sleeping only she was unnaturally still and no breath gave her life.

Shocked Harry realized he recognised her “Whats been done to her” he asked Knave without looking at him.

“Necrophilia spell master Harry Potter sir suspends life and keeps the body fresh and preserved” Knave told him.

“Voldemort didn’t create her” Harry murmured.

“No my Lord Rose White been like this for many years” Knave confirmed.

Harry’s lip curled at the name she had been given “How did Voldemort get his dirty hands on her?”

“She gift from Lord Malfoy Harry Potter sir” Knave babbled.

Something compelled Harry to gently brush his knuckles down her cheek “She’s warm” he said then looking at Knave he went on “fetch me a purified knife and be quick about it.”

The small sharp knife in his hand Harry began “Blood of my blood, breath to my lungs I give you this gift awake and become. What you once were let your heart beat, let your mind stir, awake and be free.”

Harry sliced the palm of one hand with the knife and let his blood drip over her. It splashed her fancy dress, pale hands, her still breasts and finally her face trickling between her lips.

She gave a sudden start, her eyes blinked open and her lips parted on her first breath she screamed. Harry gathered her into his arms trying to comfort her while Knave cowered against the door hands over his ears.

When the screaming stopped Knave looked towards the bed but neither Harry nor Rose White were there the room was empty but for himself.

She lay on the sofa still blood stained but at least she had stopped screaming. Her eyes followed Harry whenever he moved, not one word had passed her lips and she had refused all food and drink.

“You are safe nothing can hurt you here” He promised her.

She didn’t respond as if such promises had been made before only to be carelessly broken.

Harry looked up when Legolas and Glorfindel entered the room both stopped dead in there tracks.

“Legolas” her voice was painful to hear and little more than a whisper.

He was across the room and scooping her into his arms “Reagan”he gasped out.

She touched his disfigured cheek and he closed his eyes.

“How is this possible” Glorfindel asked as he watched Legolas and Reagan cling to each other.

“Magic how else, she was being held capitive in Riddle Manor” Harry said briefly.

“And?” Glorfindel prompted.

“She has been under a very strong Necrophilia spell that suspended her life force and made her little more than dead” Harry paused before ploughing on “the Malfoy family had her first it was Lucius who gifted her to Voldemort as a pet and before you ask I don’t think Draco knew about her.”

It was Legolas that managed to get her to eat and drink and he also helped her to washed and change into a clean nightdress. She was now lying in a comfortable bed and he was still by her side.

“I have had such dreams such nightmares” Reagan whispered huddled in his embrace.

“You have been sleeping for many years no one realized you were lost we thought you were dead” Legolas admitted.

“Dead to the world and my family” she sighed “Harry is so like my Jacob accept for his eyes which are very like my father’s.”

“He shares one other thing with Jacob he’s Veela” Legolas whispered into her ear.

“Breeding true has he found his mate yet?” Reagan’s eyes shone brightly.

“I belong to him” Legolas told her.

“Look after him and be happy” she managed a small smile

Glorfindel entered the bedroom “Lady” he nodded towards Reagan “Harry has gone to get Elrond and Thranduil” he sat on the edge of the bed and she flinched “There is no need to be afraid there just family.”

“I am tired” she whispered.

“So rest Legolas and I will watch over you” Glorfindel promised, she closed her eyes and slept.

Not half an hour passed when the door to the bedroom opened again and Harry lead a group of elves into the room.

Stunned Elrond gasped “It is true” he turned to Harry “I want to know everything” he demanded.

“You really don’t” Harry said quietly.

“She is my blood” Elrond returned hotly.

“Reagan has been abused for years while her life force was suspended, none of us know more than that at the moment” Glorfindel told Elrond sharply.

The only other woman in the room spoke up “This is not a time for fighting” Galadriel walked over to the bed and looked down at Reagan “she is fading.”

“The spell suspended that as well with its removal” Harry shrugged.

“What are you doing here anyway” Glorfindel threw at Galadriel.

“We have as much right to be here as anyone one of you” Celeborn said coldly.

“Enough” Legolas was looking down into Reagan’s wide open eyes.

“Who are all these strange elves” Reagan’s voice was still very weak.

“Family that is Lord Elrond, his mate King Thranduil, the Lady Galadriel and surely you remember Lord Celeborn” Legolas coaxed gently.

“He used to bring me sweetmeats and taught me to ride” her eyes brightened “is Haldir here as well?”

When Legolas didn’t answer straight away she prompted “Where is Haldir?”

“He was murdered” Legolas forced the words out.

Reagan weakly turned in his embrace burying her face in his neck and wept.

Harry ushered the elves from the bedroom leaving Legolas to console Reagan “She is weak but she is alive and thankfully whole.”

“When can I take her back to Valinor” Elrond asked.

“When she is ready to go and not before” Harry told him “Now we have a council to arrange.”

“Gandalf usually sees to all that” Thranduil muttered “where is he anyway.”

“I’m here” the grumpy wizard announced making them all jump.

I’m going to change the password on that portrait Harry thought to himself but welcomed Gandalf any way.

Gandalf was not a happy wizard; he was not best pleased at having to follow both Elrond and Thranduil back to the other world without speaking to them first.

He leant on his staff and asked “So what have I missed?”

There was a small silence and everyone began speaking at once.