One Single Day

A hard boot connected with my stomach and I choked, looking up at the thin woman towering over me. She sneered at me before walking away. I sat up and rubbed at the scratches down my arms. I looked around, she had dumped me in the middle of the woods among the brush. I slowly got up and followed my cloaked Aunt Petunia.

“What’s going on?” I demanded of her as she lead me into a grassy clearing, past some ancient standing stones.

“Shut up boy,” she growled, walking over to a woman standing next to one of the stones.

“I bet you’re wondering why you’re here Mr. Potter,” the figure pulled back her hood to reveal lush blonde hair and bewitching blue eyes.

“Who are you?” I asked.

“I am Callisto Black, of course I couldn’t reveal my true self to the wizarding world considering that I’m not...human,” she smirked and it hit me in a flash.

“You’re a veela,” I breathed.

“Very good deduction Mr. Potter,” she answered.

“What do you want?” I looked between my aunt and Callisto.

“I want an heir you numb nut. The Malfoy’s promised me an heir and I’m going to get it,” she near shouted at me.

“But why kidnap me? Or Remus for that matter?” I asked.

“Ronald Weasley was almost too easy to take custody over but I slowly found out that he was useless to me because he had no real ties to the chosen ones of my blood. Remus Lupin made the mistake of going along with us that night and it just made it easier for me to justify bringing you in. You are the target, you have ties to my chosen ones,” she toothily grinned at me.

“Ginny and Draco,” I breathed, she laughed.

“You’re smarter than you look Mr. Potter,” she complimented. “But really it’s just Draco. Ginny is already under my power,” she looked to my aunt which melted into Ginny, I shook my head, sitting down.

“What makes you think Draco will come for me?” I asked.

“Because you two have a special bond. He’ll come searching for you and it’ll be easy to get him under my power out here,” she explained.

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I woke up in pain. Hazy, nauseating pain that made me want to curl up and die. I slowly opened my eyes and found myself in a dungeon, in a cell, with bars. Big, black bars. I sat up and immediately groaned, holding onto my bruised ribs and scratched at the dried blood crusted on my face.

“Wakey wakey buttercup,” Callisto walked in and sat a metal tray down and started messing around with whatever was on it.

“You are a psychotic bitch, why the fuck are you keeping here? Why the fuck did you beat me up and why the fuck can’t you be like everyone else and just approach them with what you want. I’m sure they wouldn’t mind fucking each other since they already have!” I shouted at her.

“You know what? You have no real understanding of anything. You’re just an eighteen year old savior of the fucking world with a job at the school he went to. You forget that even though you might have saved this world, it’s still FUCKED UP!” She screamed at me, throwing the metal tray across the room, small stones scattered all over the floor.

“You think I don’t know anything about this fucked up world? I may be still a teenager but that doesn’t give you the right to take it out on me. What the fuck is going on? Can you explain to me fully why you’re doing this?” I leaned up against the wall to watch her pace in front of me.

“You’re supposed to be scared and cowering. And keeping your mouth shut! Who are you? I’ve never met a kid like you,” she kneeled down before my bars.

“Fuck you, give me answers,” I growled, rubbing at the blood caking my forearms, she sighed and got up.

“Veelas are not classified as human so they do not have the same rights that you humans give to each other. The Blacks promised me that they would continue my blood line because I am an exiled Veela. I was exiled three hundred years ago. Three hundred years of watching you humans live unaware of everything around you. There’s more to this world than you could imagine...but I am programmed to continue on through my offspring. The ones with the most promising genes are the ones chosen to renew life in the elders of the Veela. I am very protective of the Black family but they were the ones that messed up. They got too full of themselves and now what do I get? Malfoys and Weasleys! I wouldn’t have much of a problem with the Malfoy line except for the fact that they have more creature blood in them than a desperate prostitute drug fiend. And the Weasleys disgust me! They have so many offspring that it’s a wonder even one of them turned out with any sort of purity,” she ranted, I slowly raised an eyebrow at her.

“So why am I here again?”

“Because you display characteristics of a catalyst. You start shit everywhere you go just by being there. You have somehow wormed your way into all of this and you can make them love each other because that’s the only reason why they even got together in the first place. You are the center of all of it and that’s what boggles my mind. They both can’t stop thinking about you and they would do anything in order to get at you. I just don’t get what’s so special about you but now that I’ve met you...it makes sense at long last, you are something different. See the Blacks thought they could shut me out of the wizarding world. They thought that I would just fade into the dust after not producing suitable children for me to feed off of but now I have you,” she pointed at me while nodding.

“Look, psycho veela, I hate to break it to you but that’s wrong. Using your offspring to add on a few years to your life and make you look younger is fucked. up.” I growled, she stood up and took a deep breathe before letting it out then turned away from me.

“I’m not the one who makes the rules and don’t worry, I have a feeling you’re going to like helping me out,” she smirked at me before walking out.

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“Harry? Are you alright?” Ginny rushed in, unlocking the bars and kneeling down before me, I slowly looked up at her.

“What happened? How does she have you under her control?” I asked her, she wrapped her arms around me and I returned her hug, breathing deep. She smelt so good and warm and pure.

“I don’t know, it’s like the Imperious only worse because she’s got iron control. It’s almost like she’s changing my thoughts, not just my actions,” she looked truly scared, I nodded and stood up. We hurried out of there and ran through the ancient castle, it seemed like this place had been in disrepair for a very long time.

“It used to a Black property that they gave to Callisto a long time ago. When they cut her out of the family, she had no way of keeping it up,” she explained as we ran towards the front door.

“Either way we need to get you back to Hogwarts,” I murmured, she nodded and followed me through the forest. We stumbled into the small village and sent word out to the Ministry to come pick us up since we both didn’t have wands. Mine was lost somewhere around those ancient ruins and Ginny had hers taken by Callisto.

TBC

A/N: Don't worry...it'll get back on track soon and make a lot more sense, I have to have a plot somewhere in all this smut...*cheesy grin* Thanks for the reviews!!