Mistress of The Moon

"I assure you Mr. Wood will receive his own living quarters away from the students as the year progresses and might I say it's an absolute pleasure to have a veela attending our school." Dumbledore's voice was quiet and reassuring, roping my mother almost as soon as he began speaking. Normally, having my high strung, disapproving mother at the school with me would have made me want to run and hide, but in this case… I couldn't find it in me to care anymore.

My mother stood in all her pride and glory, speaking to my headmaster while referring to me as if I wasn't really there. The hole speech was getting tiring, she thought it wonderful to be graced with such a gift, and though she thought it to have many positive effects, I could only seem to find those of negative possibilities. Somehow Samantha Wood had neglected to her me, her own son, what to expect when I turned seventeen, and at this point… I would have preferred to learn of this news much sooner then I had been informed. Her family had been a full line of full blood veela's for centuries and it seemed that perhaps the conversation just skipped over tea.

"Thank Professor Dumbledore, it's very reassuring knowing that you understand the predicament we're in right now. But I fear there is something missing, what will happen when the time comes that he must discover his other half?" I had stopped listening, the pain changing into this monster that I had become was bad enough, I didn't want to hear about it anymore then my mother wanted to talk of it.

I had been a wilful bachelor before turning into this animal, and now… with everything advanced, I had become more of a bachelor then ever before. And considering the facts, I didn't know if it was a good thing, or a bad thing.

"Due to the fact his mate must be under his age, I'm positive young Oliver will find his mistress here. And when he does, special care will be taken to ensure that they're relationship will be successful between the two of them." Dumbledore's delighted voice was the last I wanted to hear. Though I had much respect for the man, there were something's that he didn't understand.

For instance, the circumstances that I was stuck in right now. I didn't want this, I didn't want any of this and yet I was stuck with a life that shouldn't even exist. I was an abomination. "Honey, why don't you head off to eat with the other students, the headmaster and I have some things to discuss. I'll see you later okay?" my mother's voice was the only thing that cut me from this place, and all too willingly I left Dumbledore's office.

Walking down the halls, I looked at everything with new eyes, a new perspective. I was stronger, faster, better then ever before and yet I would have given anything to return to the life I had, the somewhat normal life of a young wizard that I had lived before changing.

Sauntering around the corner, I sighed as the halls remained empty. In a way… I hated the loneliness. But then again I wasn't all in the mood to confront anyone now anyway. Most students were most likely in the main corridor, dining with friends and other students from their houses. Eating happily without a care in this god forsaken world. And yet, here I am, walking the halls alone with my thoughts. Thoughts that should be focused on how to win Gryffindor's first Quidditch match, but instead are ranging over every aspect of this new life.

Suddenly, turning another corner, I found myself suddenly looking down at a small girl dressed in tight jeans and a form fitting long sleeve shirt, her robes just barely sitting on her shoulders. Cursing under her breath she picked herself up off the floor which it had seemed I knocked her to, and glared up at me fiercely. I was at least a foot or two taller then she was, and yet she looked as if she held the confidence to take me on alone.

"What's your problem?" she asked grumpily, obviously unhappy that I had walked into her. A hint of an Irish accent rang from her mouth as there was something else laced with her speech. I had never seen her around school before, and although she remained short, it was easy to see she was almost around the same age as the other students in my year. She walked with a plain black robe, no house or colour evident on her body.

"Sorry, I didn't see you down there." clearly that wasn't the right thing to say as she turned on me before she could walk away. She remained grounded as her hands balled tightly into little fists as she glared long and hard up at me. My family had raised me to be the perfect gentleman. Coming from money had it's upsides, and it had it's downs. Manners to the highest level had always been on my mother and father's expectations list, that… along with a suitable wife. I watched as she continued to glare, her expression almost making me laugh at the sight. If I were to ever marry, I prayed that she would be a happy humble housewife. Nothing like the creature standing in front of me.

"Oh that's right, make fun of the short kid. All you idiot Quidditch players are the same. High and mighty like you have something to show for. What's so special about flying around on brooms and throwing a ball through three hoops. I don't see the skill required for such a sport." her little banter seemed amusing until her rebellion against Quidditch players seemed to strike a nerve. I had played Quidditch all my life and though the sport was difficult, over the years I had learnt that unless you had something special, you either were, or you weren't a Quidditch player.

"You better watch it you vertically challenged troll." I hissed, taking a step forward in a defensive manor. She was strong, independent as I saw no sign of retreat or weakness in her stance. Her only withdrawing force was my over sized body as it pushed her to take several backwards. Unexpectedly, she brought her hand up to slap me, but not before I could catch her and hold her there. Her eyes flashed a sign of fright before masking over with a sudden rage.

Her stance showed no sign of weakness, she was strong willed, and it was easy enough to see that she would take no part in backing down if something broke out. Silence echoed between us as she glared at me with hate filled eyes.

"Let go of me you over sized jerk!" she yelled, attempting to pull her hand from my grasp. There was no chance that she would win the battle of bronze. She was no match against me, though she was rather strong for her size, there would be nothing added to her that could possibly help her defeat me.

She was small, with pale skin and violent looking eyes. Her dark, straight hair hung loosely around her face as she struggled against my grasp. I could have stood here all night long, waiting for her to break free. "Now, why don't you be a good little girl and apologize?" I asked nicely, forcing her into the wall behind.

Bringing her other hand up to hit me, I caught it all the same and pinned the two above her head. She had nowhere to go and no place to run. This was her last chance for me allow her to go. Sighing, I managed to breath in her scent. She smelled of orange blossom, and something about the scent seemed to drive me haywire, but I couldn't afford to think about that now, I was giving a manner's class.

Starring up into my eyes, she continued to distract me when suddenly, as I held her hands pressed to the wall behind, she brought her feet up quickly and using her back, she pushed off the wall with all her might, surprisingly, with enough force to send me stumbling backwards and releasing her from my grasp. Dropping her hands, she fell to the ground but recovered quickly and jumped up.

Running forward I watched as time after time again she attempted to hit me once again. Swinging her arms around in attempt to hit me I always seemed to be two steps ahead of her. As if her movements were happening in slow motion. Suddenly, I caught both her arms and pulled her backwards. "Alright little gremlin, I think it's time you need to calm down." twisting her arms in a certain way so as she would have to spin with her arms wrapped around her, she was trapped between her own twisted arms, and my rock hard body.

"You big oversized jerk - ow - why don't you take a long walk off a short peir?" she hissed, kicking her foot up to my shins. The force behind the action was evident, but not painful enough to stray from this stance. At this point, our bodies were practically encased with each other.

"Yeah just keep talking love, someday you'll say something intelligent." I sighed as I wracked my mind, trying to come up with a way to shake her off my case.

"Are you always this stupid, or is today a special occasion?" she spat back violently and struggled in my grasp again. I had to admit, it was a well matched challenge.

A faint clipping of echoing shoes sounded from behind us as she struggled from my grasp, my first thought was to let her go, but she wasn't getting away that easily, not yet at least. Something about the anger, the fury I felt when I argued back and forth again. It took my mind off of the problem at hand, and even if I didn't want her here, I also didn't want to return to the train of thoughts I had had before running into her.

I could hear them approaching from behind me as I thought quickly and dragged her over behind one of pillars standing out in the walls of the corridor. Whining in protest as I forced her back up against the wall and held her there against her will. My mother and father would never have permitted such actions towards a young lady, but then again… it wasn't as if these were normal circumstances.

"Hey, all brawn and no brain, shove off." she hissed loudly as the footsteps began to get louder. Thinking last minute, I pressed my lips irreverently against hers and held her against the pillars. Pushing and pulling against me, she was doing everything to fight me off, but due to the fact I was that much bigger then her, I kept in one place as the footsteps finally stopped. Forcing herself off the wall, she pushed herself against me as I held her in one place.

"Well it seems Oliver that you are getting comfortable already." I heard the familiar voice, a sense of humour laced behind it. Opening my eyes wide, I staggered backwards as my eyes met those of Professor Dumbledore and my mother. My mother seemed to hold nothing but pure joy as she looked between the short girl and I.

Suddenly. Remembering the girl, I turned to face her quickly only to be knocked to my feet by a sudden deafening blow to my right cheek. Falling backwards, I rushed a hand to my face, surprised of the strength behind the hit. A gasp rang out through my mother and a slight chuckle erupted from Dumbledore's aged mouth. Standing back up to my feet I looked between the three of them.

My jaw sore from the contact I looked to my mother as she seemed to be trying to repress giggles. I had never seen such a reaction come from her before. "Headmaster. I was at the sorting ceremony when the hat refused to place me in a house. He said that my fate lies with the one in whom I choose to despise. Professor McGonagall told me to see you straight away. I would have been sooner, but I ran into a slight problem." she said through clenched teeth, her head slightly cocking in my direction.

Dumbledore's expression seemed delighted at her news. I didn't see the significance that he seemed to. There was something that lied within his eyes that told me that clearly these was something that she should have known, what seemed to confuse me, but other then that… it was a riddle I could not decipherer.

"Well, Miss McKenzie, I think I have found you a house in which to stay." Dumbledore smiled triumphantly as I looked from him to the girl and back again.

"What…" she paused trailing off, unsure of what to think for a moment. "Hold on… who's house? Where?" her confusion was epic, but then again… she shared the same confusion as myself.

"Well, it seems that since she has taken a special place as Mr. Wood's mistress. It will be interesting to see how they react to one another."

"Yes I'm curious to see how things will turn out."

"They seem to hold something together already."

"Yes their bond is very strong." on and on, back and forth Professor Dumbledore and my mother talked with each other and as I stood appalled just watching them, my eyes eventually drifting towards the short girl. Her eyes also were dodging back and forth between both adults as she stood confused and most likely cautious. Well, now she knew what if felt like to be me. Everyday there had been a new struggle, a new challenge that I had to face and I was forever living in confusion and worry as my whole life changed around me.

"Excuse me." her voice echoed throughout the halls as all three of us turned and looked at her. "Would someone mind telling me what is going on and what you two are talking about. I really just want to be sorted into a house and join them for dinner. I don't know about you, but this is getting really confusing and frankly, I think it would just be better if I go out of your way." her voice was strategic and compromising. Truthfully, I felt the same way. There was nothing we could do for anyone here. And I hadn't been listening to half of what they had been saying anyway.

"Alexis McKenzie," Dumbledore pondered the name suspiciously. "You were indeed home schooled until this time, where you not?" he asked as Alexis replied yes and nodded her head. "And you asked that you be taught with the seventh years rather then the sixth because you believed you were more advanced then the other's in your year… is that correct?" nodding yes again she moved to protest but Dumbledore had made sure to keep her from answering as he asked one last question. "And did we or did we not just see you wrapped in our young Mr. Oliver Wood's embrace, who is infact a veela in his own nature?"

"Your what?" she yelled turning to me and starring me straight in the eye. Suddenly, it was as if everything changed, my hole world shifted as if it were just her and I, we were the only ones that existed.

Taking a few steps back, I shook my head in vigorous defeat. I would not mate, this would not happen to me. Not if I had anything to do with it. "Wait, wait, wait, wait… this cannot be happening. Besides, only girls are veela's that's not possible. There is no way." she shook her head disbelieving. Fear evident in her eyes as she turned back to Dumbledore and my mother.

"Oh I'm afraid there is. Haven't you noticed young girl?" my mother asked, taking a step forward and placing her hands on Alexis' shoulder's. "His pale skin, his tall, rock like build, the feeling you got when you kissed my son for the first time." my mother's voice trailed off as Alexis turned her head to the side, bowed down in defeat and refusing to look straight at me.

"No, mother… stop it. I hate her as much as she hates me. This cannot be true." I offered as mother straightened up and looked me in the eye.

"You better believe it son. That irresistible pull that you feel. Face it son… you've found her."

"No. This is a mistake." I resisted the urge to pull away my mother. She was setting this up, this was all her and she knew it.

"Well, seeing as there is no other place for you to stay, you may share a house with our young Mr. Wood anyway Alexis. I'm sure he wouldn't mind." Dumbledore offered, stepping in once again before I could protest. "We'll just send a letter to your parents to make sure such arrangements are alright."

"No!" started by her sudden outburst, she looked around sheepishly as Dumbledore turned his up most attention towards her, curious as to see her objection. "I… mean, I'll do it. They'll want to hear it from me anyways."

"Very well… seeing as you two young students, as bright as you are, seem fully capable of finding your own way. Go straight down that hall and take a left." Dumbledore pointed down a long and narrow corridor and smiled as I nodded my head.

"Wait, where are you going." Alexis asked before we walked away.

"To discuss some… details about our current situation. Run along… I'm confident you will find your way with no problem."

Sighing, she started off down the hall in a hurried saunter. Marching quickly and silently as she escaped. Looking from Alexis to my mother, she motioned quickly for me to follow as I rolled my eyes and started off after her. I knew what this meant. This was her, this was my mistress and there was no getting out of it. There was no way to deny the pull I felt between us, and I couldn't lie to myself by saying she wasn't an attractive young girl… but this wasn't how it was suppose to be. Soul mates were suppose to love and care for each other, and I could barely stand next to the girl. There is always a way around a rule, I just have to find my way around this one.

"Hey… hey wait!" I bounded after her as she refused to stop and wait for me. All I could see was the bouncing of her short black hair and the wave of her robes as they blew behind her. Running faster, I began to slow down as I pulled her back by her shoulder, making her stop and stare at me.

"This is all your fault!" she bellowed, pointing an accusing finger at me as her eyes raged angrily.

"How is this my fault?"

"You and your lip locking lips. If you would have been able to keep to yourself, I wouldn't be in this situation." I hissed, her voice and eyes raging together in sync.

"If you would have controlled yourself we wouldn't have gotten into the tussle anyway." I defended. Smiling inwardly as she ran a hand through her hair sighing in defeat.

"I had everything going for me, I was going into Slytherin and I was going to pass this school and get a job. Finish whatever I wanted to do and get away from here. Now, thanks to you that is all ruined." she cried out, rage deep in her voice but a whining desperation also clear.

"Ah Slytherin, you spoiled rich brats think you know everything, like you the only ones that matter." scoffing she walked towards the only door in the hall and stood before it waiting for it to open. "You know you even walk like one, a Slytherin. Long steady strides, a tall arrogance and your snotty head held high like your worth something."

"Hey…" she yelled in defence, the volume of her voice overpowering. "I didn't grow up like you. I never had riches, or family to rely on. I've been through all this before… I just got my freedom back. You may think everything's all pretty where I come from but your wrong. What you see, is the walk of a kid, a kid who's just lost everything." her voice broke as she turned from me towards the door. It was a painting, a painting of a gallant knight with a sword. Half his body and sword was black and dangerous, the other half was polished and noble.

"Your password?" the knight asked in an ancient voice.

Making no move, she turned towards me, a slightly red tinge to her violet eyes. Gesturing for her to decide, in made me curious to see what password she should choose. "Pumpkin Juice." sighing, she waved her arms in annoyance as the password was acceptance and he let us into the separate quarters.

Stepping in past the painting, I walked into find one large common room with only two other doors. Being the first in, Alexis ran straight towards the first door and found it was a large red and gold bedroom. My old Gryffindor colours. Though I suppose it was still the same, I was still a Gryffindor. Sighing in quiet frustration, she immediately ran towards the other door and found it was a bathroom inside.

Inwardly cursing, I decided to make the best out of the situation. Laying down on the couch, I propped my feet up on the coffee table and looked around. It looked much the same as the Gryffindor common room. Large and ancient, with red and gold accents everywhere I looked.

"Ugh…" I heard Alexis's unearthly grunt as she walked around, fingering her hair and shaking her head.

Letting a small chuckle escape my lips, her head jerked towards me suddenly as she looked around then back to me with rage full eyes. "Does non of this bother you Wood? They expect us to live together like some old married couple. Like we're bound together." bantering on, she had answered her own question. That was exactly what it was, and I knew it. It seemed she was the one with the problems.

"No, oh no. No, no, no, no, no. Absolutely not. There is something seriously wrong with these people. Live with another boy… what do they think I am?" she asked herself exasperated, suddenly… the full impact of the meaning took place.

"What's that suppose to mean?" I asked appalled as I sat upright. She made it sound if all men were bad, granted not many were good, but there were exceptions.

"What do they think cramming us in here is going to pull us together? No way am I going to fall for an idiot Quidditch player. No. I refuse to. They can't do this to me." her bantering continued as she passed on the spot… cautious and breaking down.

"What… you think it's going to be a pleasure living with someone like you? Please, you over react about everything. It's like you don't even have a heart." I glared at her as she turned to face me "I'm not who you think I am."

"Oh like your that hard to figure out. All you Quidditch players are the same. All brawn and no brain. You don't think with your head, you just let your body take over and you think your better then everyone else. Well they better not expect me to live with the head of the jock idiots. I won't do it." her bantering had finally taken it's last toll.

"That's it." jumping forward, I swept her feet out from under her and forced her into the washroom. Enclosing her in the shower as I turned the cold water on. She screamed loudly, cursing over and over again I waited, holding the doors closed as she withered and froze in the shower. Cursing and yelling at me from the coolness of the shower.

My family would have never permitted this. Through all my years, our punishments had been direct and straight forward. We had either always received the belt, or a smack. It was hard but it was life. Something my sister, Bree, and I had learnt very quickly.

"What's that McKenzie?" I asked, leaning against the door and looking as she moaned and wrapped her arms around herself in the shower, looking as if to shiver.

Suddenly, her voice rang out through the midst of the running water. "Get me the hell out of here!" she yelled out loudly. Bringing a smile to my face as she cursed again at my resistance.

"Ask nicely and maybe I'll let you out." I smiled as she scoffed loudly and replied vigorously, "I'll never plead to you Wood, you can stand there all night if you want to." she hissed, obviously too proud to act civil on request.

"Alright, suits me." I chuckled as she swore again.

Silence echoed throughout the bathroom for minutes as I listened carefully, surpassing the falling drops of water and trying to focus on the sole sound of her body and her noise.

"Stupefy!" was all I heard as the shower door and myself went flying across the room in a cold heat of freezing water. Smashing into the wall with great force, what she didn't expect was for me to return such actions.

"Expelliarmus!" I called out, sending the wand flying from her pale hands. Lunging forward, she turned and starred expectantly, clearly surprised.

Suddenly, she dove forward in reach of my wand but as I pulled it away in time, I hissed out the levitation spell and just as quickly, and she was flying upwards out of control. Bringing her into the living area, I then opened the door of the bedroom and dropped her in on the bed.

"You better smarten up before classes start tomorrow. I assure you not all of the teachers will be accustomed to your attitude." and with that I closed the door, hopefully ending that discussion for the night and saving it for another day.

If anything could have been taken from this situation… it was the if I intended on trying to live with Alexis McKenzie, we were going to have to find some common ground. And I was going to have to find a place to hide her wand.

This was a new approach and only my second Harry Potter fanfiction. I'd love to hear your feedback! Drop a line!

-IGD