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  Series:
      Part 1 of Shiloe
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      Published: 2017-10-28 Updated: 2018-02-16 Chapters: 20/67 Words: 45610
****** Shiloe ******
by Sablesilverrain
Summary
     Harry wakes up after a routine 'punishment' from Vernon to find out
     that he is no longer alone in his mind.
Notes
     This is an older story of mine that I am posting here because there
     has been at least one (possibly more) request, so I am complying. The
     sequel is unfinished, and I plan to finish it EVENTUALLY. Which could
     be in five years, or three months, whenever the mood strikes. There
     is a big chunk of story here that reads like a PWP, hence the "all
     the sex" tag, but there is plot, more in the next story than this
     one. I will be posting as the mood strikes, after a bit of formatting
     changes, so updates will be sporadic. Anyway, hope that doesn't scare
     you away, and reviews will remind me this exists, so if I seem to be
     taking too long, yell at me. I don't mind.
***** Chapter 1 *****
Pain, again.
 
Anger, yelling.
 
Fists striking him, hitting flesh with a dull, thudding sound.
 
Harry had burned the bacon.
 
Harry curled in on himself, his thin, frail body trying desperately to stave
off the blows. His magic was roiling within him, straining as he tried to
prevent it from exploding through his body and ripping the house—and his
relatives—to shreds.
 
He could feel the urge his magic held to destroy whatever was hurting him so
badly, but he knew that if he were to do magic, he’d be expelled, and his uncle
would finally feel that it was safe to kill him, without the ‘freaks’ watching
him.
 
So Harry held it in, and waited, enduring the yelling and the blows laid by
thick, meaty fists against his head and shoulders and arms. He wrapped his arms
protectively around his midsection and tried to protect his organs from
Vernon’s fury.
 
His last thought before he blacked out was ‘at least I didn’t burn the eggs,
too.’
 
*****
 
Harry woke to a pounding head and a painfully empty stomach. He groaned and sat
up in bed, realizing it was evening. He got out of bed, barely managing to
stand and get to the loose floorboard that concealed his things before he
collapsed to the floor again.
 
He removed the floorboard with some difficulty. ‘I must have been out for a
while that time.’ He noted absently. ‘I’ve gotten weak from not eating for too
long.’
 
When he finally got the floorboard removed, he took out the sandwiches that
Molly Weasley had made for him, and the bottle of cold pumpkin juice she had
sent with them. He got sandwiches from her each week, with preservation charms
on them so that he could keep them as long as needed before he ate them. He
would get more juice whenever he sent the empty bottle back via Hedwig for a
refill.
 
He ate two sandwiches, and then lay down on his bed, sighing listlessly. Now,
he had a whole night in which he knew already that he wouldn’t be able to sleep
at all. Moreover, he had lost count of the days.
 
The beating had taken place July twentieth. How many days had he been
unconscious for?
 
‘It is July thirty-first, seven PM.’
 
Harry started at the voice in his mind, then jumped when he felt a sensation
like strong arms wrapping around his shoulders and a warm body pressing
comfortingly into his back, though he knew the bed was already there.
 
‘I am here now. You will not be alone again.’ The voice told him.
 
“Who are you?” Harry whispered.
 
‘Shiloe.’ The voice replied, and then was silent.
 
Harry felt the sensation of touch dissipate and shivered. That was too weird.
 
“Shee-low-ay?” Harry tested the word, finding that it sounded familiar, but he
couldn’t place it at all.
 
He got up and got a piece of parchment and quickly wrote a letter to
Dumbledore.
 
*****
 
Dumbledore read the letter from Harry, then sighed heavily and read it once
more, slowly.
 
“Professor Dumbledore,
 
        I just had the strangest experience ever, and I wanted to ask if you
knew anything more about it.
 
        I was sleeping just now, and I woke up, and I was a little disoriented,
and wondering what time it was when a voice in my head told me that it was
seven PM. Then, I felt arms wrap around my shoulders and someone leaning
against my back, but I was lying down in bed at the time.
 
        I asked the voice who it was, and it said Sheeloway. Then it left, and
the feeling of someone else left too.
 
        Sir, if you can tell me anything about this Sheeloway person, if there
is one, please let me know. I’m very confused, and a little scared that
Voldemort could be doing this, if he is getting strong enough.
 
                Hope you are doing well,
 
                                Harry”
 
Dumbledore set the letter down on his desk and called for a house-elf.
 
Dobby appeared. “How can Dobby help you, Headmaster Dumbledore Sir?” Dobby
asked brightly.
 
Dumbledore smiled benevolently at the diminutive creature. “Hello, Dobby. It’s
so nice to see you this morning. Could you get me some tea?” He asked.
 
Dobby eagerly agreed and retrieved the requested beverage. Dumbledore thanked
him, before leaning back in his chair as he pondered his next move.
 
So, the boy had manifested a Shiloe. This could either be a good thing, or a
bad one.
 
One thing, however, was certain: The boy had to be removed from his Aunt and
Uncle’s house. A Witch or Wizard only manifested a Shiloe as a defence
mechanism when faced with periodic bouts of harsh physical abuse.
 
How badly was he being treated for Harry to manifest one at fourteen years of
age? Dumbledore wasn’t sure how he was going to handle the delicate matter, as
Shiloe anchorships were always sexual in nature, and he was pretty certain that
Harry had never even lost his virginity.
 
But first, he had to retrieve Harry.
 
Perhaps he should ask Professor McGonagall to accompany him.
 
*****
 
Dumbledore rapped on the door of the pristine little house, his irritation
seeming to translate even through his knock.
 
When Vernon Dursley opened the door, he took one look at Dumbledore and puffed
up in rage.
 
“I will not have any of that freak’s friends here! Leave at once!”
 
Dumbledore drew his wand, pointing it at the man. “I am coming in. Professor
McGonagall will be joining me. We will be taking Harry with us. Now, step
aside.” The words were spoken softly, but Dumbledore’s voice had become deadly
serious and it was clear that any attempt to impede his progress would be met
with lethal force.
 
Dumbledore flicked his wand, sending the man flying into a wall, then stepped
into the house, followed by Minerva.
 
“Albus!” McGonagall gasped, finally seeing Vernon’s form.
 
Dumbledore turned to her, his blue eyes spitting fire. “They made him manifest
a Shiloe, Minerva!” He shouted, after slamming the door behind them.
 
McGonagall’s eyes softened a bit. “I know, Albus, but we cannot take justice
into our own hands. Justice is the Ministry’s to dole out.” She reminded him.
“Let’s just get the boy and get back to Hogwarts.”
 
Dumbledore sighed and cast a spell, finding life in an upstairs bedroom. He
went up the stairs, then into the hall where he found a door with a cat-flap on
it and various locks adorning it. His stomach clenched painfully.
 
Harry’s bedroom.
 
Dumbledore walked up to it and knocked once, gently.
 
*****
 
Harry heard knocking on the front door of the house and thanked every deity he
knew of that he had been ignored and left in his room today. Whoever was at the
door knocked like they were ready to fight.
 
He heard Uncle Vernon shouting about always having Harry’s friends show up, and
Harry wondered who was at the door. He heard silence for a few moments, then a
large crash was heard from the entryway.
 
Harry froze in fear. What if Death Eaters had found him and were going to
sacrifice him to bring Voldemort back to life? Because that’s how it was done,
right? They catch you, then they kill you, then they used your body in a ritual
to revive their leader in your young, energetic body. He’d peeked in on enough
of Dudley’s superhero movies to know that much.
 
After a few more shouts, in a voice that sounded familiar, Harry heard steps on
the stairs. He huddled back into a corner of his room where he couldn’t be seen
from the doorway and waited.
 
He heard one tentative knock on the door, and then it slowly began to open.
Harry tensed.
 
The door eased open and a head appeared, peering around the door.
 
Harry relaxed, but not completely. “Headmaster?” He questioned cautiously.
 
Dumbledore smiled benignly at him. “If you are uncertain about someone’s
identity, you can always ask me a question that only I would know the answer
to.” He suggested.
 
Harry nodded, thinking. Then, he smirked. “What flavour was the Bertie Bott’s
bean you ate in the hospital wing my first year?”
 
Dumbledore sighed. “Earwax.” He answered correctly.
 
Harry heard a smothered laugh from behind him, and frowned. “Who else is here,
Sir?” He asked.
 
“I have brought Minerva with me. We will be collecting you and your things and
taking you to Hogwarts with us. You will not be returning here.” Dumbledore
answered gravely.
 
Harry smiled. “Really?” He asked excitedly.
 
His enthusiasm at escaping his family’s house brought a bittersweet smile to
Dumbledore’s lips. “Truly. Pack your things. Minerva, could you help him? I
need to have a word with Petunia.” He said, his voice taking on that steel edge
again.
 
“Of course, Albus.” She said crisply, turning to Harry. “All right, Mr. Potter,
what are we taking?” She asked as Dumbledore left the room, heading downstairs.
 
Harry got the things out from under the loose floorboard and put them in his
trunk, then locked it up and grabbed Hedwig’s cage. “This is it.” He said
simply, shrugging.
 
McGonagall’s lips tightened, but she merely nodded. “Let’s head downstairs,
then.”
 
Harry followed her obediently, smiling at her back thankfully when she cast a
featherweight charm over her shoulder at his trunk.
 
As they approached the entryway, Harry could hear Dumbledore’s voice coming
from the kitchen. It sounded cold and furious, angrier than Harry had thought
the placid man could even get.
 
“…would have thought that you’d have the sense to treat the only child of your
dead sister with the decency he deserved! I’ll bet you didn’t know this, but
Harry’s father was a wealthy man, and he left his vast fortune to his only son.
Harry now has more money than he could ever spend in his life, and if you had
been kind to him, I’m sure he would have gladly shared it with you. He is quite
generous, after all. But, since you didn’t have the humanity in you to love an
innocent child, you won’t see a single Knut of it. You will be getting
correspondence from the Ministry of Magic soon. In our world, child abuse is a
serious offence, as it leaves lifelong results.” The man finished forebodingly,
then swept out of the room, leading Harry and McGonagall swiftly out the front
door.
 
Harry shivered before following him. When Dumbledore was angry, he was much
scarier than Snape!
 
Not a word was said as they Apparated, Harry side-along, and walked the rest of
the way to Hogwarts. Dumbledore lead Harry to the Hospital wing and had him sit
on a bed as Professor McGonagall headed to put his things in the room he would
be using.
 
Dumbledore called Madam Pomfrey over and whispered something to her. Her eyes
widened before she nodded and turned to Harry.
 
“I hear you had a late-night visitor last night. Care to tell me about it?” She
asked conversationally.
 
Harry shrugged. “Sure, but there really isn’t much to tell. I woke up on my
birthday at seven PM and was wondering what time it was. I heard a voice in my
head tell me the time. Then, felt it wrap its arms around me and lean against
my back, but I was lying in bed. It told me I wouldn’t be alone anymore. I
asked it for a name, and it said ‘Sheeloway’ and then was gone.”
 
Madam Pomfrey shook her head with a sigh. “Oh, dear. Well, Mr. Potter, the
strange and startling always seems to occur whenever you’re involved, does it
not? Of course, this means that you will need your own rooms, not only for the
trust issues and sexual aspect, but also for the rather unfortunate inability
of your psyche to access Shiloe’s abilities to control your new power. There
have been students who have woken their dorm mates with an indoor sprinkling of
snow. Others have created blizzards in their sleep. And of course, there is one
other matter of great importance. Mr. Potter, I will need your honesty in this
matter. Have you begun having sexual intercourse or other sexual encounters?”
She asked clinically.
 
Harry felt his face flame.
 
He felt Sheeloway (he still had no idea how it was spelled) stir within him,
almost as if he had been asleep. ‘Why does she want to know?’ The voice asked
sharply.
 
Harry parroted the question, and then hung his head. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to
say that. No, I haven’t.”
 
Dumbledore smiled at him. “Is Shiloe talking to you right now?” He asked.
 
Harry heard the voice snarl. ‘Tell him no.’ the voice ordered.
 
“No.” Harry replied with a straight face. “I’m just really agitated.”
 
Dumbledore gave him a searching look, but seemed to accept the explanation.
“Well, Harry, there is a lot you will need to know before he begins putting in
appearances. I will show you to your room today, and I also have four books I
want you to get from the library. You will need a note from me for Madam Pince,
which I will provide you with. Show her the note, and she will retrieve the
books for you. You may keep them as long as you need, up until graduation,
unless another student shows need of them. Should that happen, you will be told
of each other’s condition and asked to share the materials. Hopefully, you’d be
able to discover a confidant as well.” The headmaster said cheerfully,
twinkling at Harry merrily.
 
‘Fuck you, Old Man.’ Shiloe snarled at the possibility that another Shiloe
would be told about him if need be.
 
Harry heard the mental voice sigh and felt a hand begin massaging the base of
his neck. He realized that Shiloe was touching him again, but kept his body
from showing any sign of his inner activity.
 
Harry smiled back, attempting to share Dumbledore’s enthusiasm for the idea
with Shiloe’s disapproval running through him. “Brilliant.” He lied smoothly.
 
‘What’s brilliant is the ease you can lie with now. I’ll make a Slytherin out
of you, yet.’ Shiloe purred approvingly to Harry.
 
Madam Pomfrey sighed. “Albus, you know what needs to be done.” She said firmly.
“The Shiloe will be appearing in only a few months’ time, perhaps sooner.”
 
Dumbledore sighed. “Too right you are.” He reluctantly agreed.
 
Madam Pomfrey steeled herself for the task of forcing a fourteen-year-old boy
to analyse his sexual identity and plan the loss of his virginity like it were
a business arrangement, rather than an act of love and joy. “Harry.” She spoke
clearly. “Are you attracted to females or males?”
 
Harry blushed. “Um, I like girls.” He said softly.
 
The Mediwitch nodded and continued. “The Shiloe is a very sexual creature, Mr.
Potter. You will need to think hard about who you can trust with the gift of
your virginity, and you must let them take it soon. I would suggest, due to
your young age and the romanticism of girls your age, choosing a sensible,
older girl to carry out the task. One with experience could lead you, and give
you the knowledge to have sexual relationships of your own, in the future. We
are going to make the process easier for you, Harry. On the first night back,
we will take aside all the females in Gryffindor of years five and up, and they
will be told that due to the threat of Voldemort you need to free your latent
powers by losing your virginity. We will tell them that you will be approaching
one of them soon and giving that person the honour. All you have to do is
decide who you want and ask her if she will. Most of them will have had sex
already, and will be more than willing to lead you gently into it.”
 
Harry and Shiloe shared an inward wince at the turn this conversation was
taking.
 
***** Founders' Rooms *****
Chapter Notes
     Forgot a tag! Hope it doesn't scare anyone away! It's not that bad, I
     promise.
Dumbledore lead Harry out of the hospital wing and down a fourth floor
corridor, taking him to the room he would be using for the rest of his
schooling. They passed a portrait of the founders.
 
Something had Harry stopping in front of the portrait. “Hello.” He said to the
four of them, who were all waving at him as if they had known he was coming.
 
Dumbledore frowned, looking at Harry, and then coming over to stop in front of
the picture. “You can see this picture?” He asked, indicating the founders, who
were all looking at the two of them now.
 
They were in what looked to be a Teacher’s Lounge of some sort. There were a
few couches and armchairs there. Harry could see touches from all four
founders. There was a shelf full of books on magical theory and magical
creatures. Obviously, that was Rowena Ravenclaw’s property. He also saw Fawkes,
perched on Godric Gryffindor’s Shoulder. Salazar Slytherin was sitting in an
armchair in the corner, peering knowingly at them over a book, and his liquor
cabinet was behind them, full of expensive and rare spirits. There was also a
live badger lying on the windowsill. Godric, Rowena and Helga were all on a
couch, Godric and Rowena engaged in a heated whispered debate while Helga was
content to sit quietly, looking like she was listening to a symphony only she
could hear.
 
Harry cocked his head as Shiloe stirred within him restlessly. “Yeah.” He
answered Dumbledore. “I can see it. Why? Should I not be able to?”
 
Dumbledore hummed thoughtfully. “Usually, only the headmaster can see it.” He
said. He turned to the portrait and asked, “Has the school appointed its own
choice for my successor?” He asked all four founders.
 
Salazar smirked, and answered for them all. “We have, Albus Dumbledore. The boy
Harry Potter will be your successor.”
 
Dumbledore frowned. “The boy has manifested a Shiloe. Do you really believe him
capable?”
 
Rowena nodded, smiling at Harry. “With our guidance as he grows, he will be
more than ready to take his place when the time comes.” She told them serenely.
 
Helga Hufflepuff smiled. “It’s him.” She said dreamily. She focused on Harry,
reality returning to her features. “Harry Potter. Place your hand on the wall
beside this portrait.”
 
Harry did so, curiously. The stone heated under his palm, and he gasped.
 
Helga smiled. “You are now allowed use of our rooms as your own. There are four
bedrooms off the common room, each with their own gardens and bathrooms, along
with any other amenities we each chose to add to our own rooms. To gain entry
in the future, just touch the stones in the same spot you are touching now.”
She explained.
 
Harry nodded. “Okay. Um, Professor Dumbledore-“
 
Dumbledore smiled benignly and waved a careless hand. “I will have the house-
elves move your things, then, shall I?”
 
Harry smiled brightly. “Thank you, Sir!” He pulled his hand back from the wall
and jumped as a door appeared. “Oh!” He blushed, then opened the door and
stepped into the same room he had seen in the portrait.
 
The bookshelf still held all the books Rowena had collected, and there were
four even larger portraits, one on each of the walls, beside doors he assumed
led to each Founders’ separate rooms. The founders each appeared in their
designated frame and observed Harry’s reaction to their common room in smug
approval. The liquor cabinet was still well-stocked, though Dumbledore didn’t
seem to notice, and Harry wasn’t going to risk saying something and getting
free liquor taken away.
 
Harry looked around in awe, and Fawkes appeared and settled on Harry’s
shoulder, crooning in hello as he nuzzled Harry’s cheek.
 
‘Good.’ Shiloe suddenly said. ‘I’ll need all the help I can get.’
 
‘What?!’ Harry wondered.
 
Shiloe leaned his weight against Harry’s back again, seeming to be hanging from
his shoulders. ‘Oh, he just says he’s going to help me protect you. You need
it, insufferable Gryffindor show-off that you are.’ Shiloe said with a laugh
that took the sting out of his words.
 
‘Are you my Slytherin side?’ Harry asked Shiloe as Dumbledore wrote out the
note Harry needed to get his books from Madam Pince. 
 
Shiloe chuckled. ‘Not precisely, though close. I am pretty much your magic,
given free will and conscious thought. And yes, due to my love of privacy, I am
a lot more a representation of Slytherin than the other traits you possess
combined.’
 
Harry turned his attention back to Dumbledore, who was holding out a slip of
parchment. Harry took it.
 
“Four books total, and don’t worry about reading them all right now. Just make
sure you at least skim most of the first two. The others are for you at your
leisure.” Dumbledore said, twinkling brightly. He clapped his hands. “Well,
now, I think I shall leave you to explore these rooms. Since I wasn’t exactly
invited in-“
 
“Oh, Professor, would you like to join me-“
 
“No, no, my dear boy!” Dumbledore interrupted, chuckling. “These rooms most
likely hold secrets that are just for you. I want to give you time to arrange
things as you see fit before I intrude. Besides, I was just going to have a
chat with Severus.”
 
Harry pulled a face at the mention of the Greasy Git. “Well, let him know I’m
healthy, will you? I’m sure he’ll be swooping through the corridors every
night, trying to catch me out of bed even though term hasn’t started yet.
Bloody bat.” He mumbled the last.
 
“He is still your Professor, Harry. Proper respect is due him.” Dumbledore
chided.
 
“Term hasn’t even started yet!” Harry protested, waving his arms in agitation.
 
Dumbledore fixed a stern gaze on him. “Nevertheless, you will afford him
courtesy while at Hogwarts, do you understand?” He asked.
 
“Yes, Sir.” Harry answered glumly.
 
Dumbledore smiled at Harry, patting him on the shoulder, which had Shiloe
snarling in disgust.
 
‘Don’t touch me, Old Man!’ Shiloe was screaming.
 
Harry had to fight to keep his face straight.
 
“I’ll see you around, Harry.”
 
Harry smiled at him. “See you later, Sir.” He replied, shutting the door after
the man had walked out the doorway and locking it. He blinked as the door
seemed to melt into the wall, disappearing completely.
 
“What the-“
 
Helga Hufflepuff giggled from her portrait. “The door is spelled, Harry. It’s a
very complex piece of magic that Rowena, I and her daughter all worked on
together to protect these rooms for our heir someday.” She explained a bit
dreamily. “One of the doors in my rooms as well as one of the doors in all the
other rooms are spelled to do that when locked. This was so, if needed, we
could have privacy from even each other. Because there were times that it was
necessary.”
 
Rowena giggled from her portrait. “Yes, especially once a month.” She agreed.
“Oh, and Harry?”
 
“Yeah?” Harry asked, squirming as Shiloe lightly tickled his side. ‘Stop that!’
He mentally shouted at the… It.
 
Shiloe stopped, chuckling wickedly.
 
Rowena smiled indulgently. “You might want to go through my books in the
library. A lot of them are now lost, so the copies I have are one-of-a-kind,
and I have several written by us. There are quite a few books on various
creatures, as well, most of which were written by myself. I had a friend who
was a Shiloe, and I was one of her anchors in her younger years, so I was able
to write something that was much more comprehensive than the other books out
there. Of course, you will not be able to read it, or even find it, until it is
time for you to discover it.” She added thoughtfully.
 
Harry sighed. “Well, sure, of course that would just be my luck!” He snapped,
throwing up his hands.
 
Salazar smirked at Godric. “Told you he could have been one of mine.” He
shouted across the room.
 
Godric rolled his eyes.
 
“Well,” Harry admitted, “The Sorting Hat did want to put me in Slytherin my
first year, but I said no. I didn’t really like Draco Malfoy, and he had
already gone into Slytherin.” He finished with a wry grin.
 
Helga Hufflepuff smiled vacantly. “Sometimes a bitter tongue can conceal the
sweetest of hearts.”
 
Harry snorted. “And sometimes, even a clairvoyant has to be wrong.” He shot
back. “The only thing sweet about Malfoy is his bank account.”
 
Godric laughed heartily.
 
“Anyway, I should probably get these from the library now.” Harry murmured,
looking down at the note to Madam Pince.
 
Four books were listed:
 
Shiloe, From Brutal Beginnings
Concealing the Creature Within
Sexual Creatures and Laws Governing Them
A Wizard’s Guide to Pregnancy
 
Harry paled at the last title. “I can get pregnant?!” He asked in shock.
 
“And impregnate your anchors, too. I was quite surprised when I got pregnant
by… My Shiloe.” Rowena said secretively.
 
Harry looked at where the door was supposed to be. “Um…”
 
“Just lay your hand on the wall again and the door will appear.” Salazar said
helpfully.
 
“Oh. Thanks.” Harry said, doing so.
 
He left the room and walked to the library, mumbling. He handed the note to
Madam Pince.
 
Madam Pince read the note, and then looked Harry over closely. “Thin, clothes
far too big…” She continued mumbling, and then nodded. “Yes, I can see it.” She
said, her voice much gentler than Harry had ever heard it.
 
She turned and got four books from her work area and brought them over. “You
understand that once the year starts again, you’ll have to keep these out of
plain sight. You are not permitted to allow anyone else to read these, except
your anchors, of course. Not all the subject matter is suitable for children.”
She told him.
 
Harry nodded, taking the four books. They were surprisingly light. “I
understand. Thank you.” He said.
 
Madam Pince smiled at him. “Don’t mention it.” She said kindly. “If you have
any questions, Madam Pomfrey is always available and I know where to find
everything in this library, if you’d rather look for answers yourself.”
 
Harry thanked her again and headed back to his rooms.
 
*****
 
After briefly peeking into all three rooms, he discovered that all three had a
few things in common.
 
They all had a bed, a desk, and a wardrobe in them, though they were made of
different woods and were different styles and sizes, of course. They all had an
adjoining bathroom, with a large shower and bath, a toilet and a sink, and all
had large, full-length mirrors on the wall somewhere. They also all had
gardens, with flowers, at least one tree and some form of fragrant herb.
 
But that was where the similarities ended.
 
Helga Hufflepuff’s bed was covered with a sunny yellow comforter with a
circular pattern in goldenrod on it, and the hangings were some transparent
goldenrod fabric.
 
The desk and wardrobe were made of a light tan wood and the stone floor had a
plush, butter-yellow rug covering most of it.
 
Her bathroom was done in light gold and greens, and was very calming. He knew
he would be taking many a bath in that room after Quidditch practice.
 
Her garden was large, easily the biggest of the four, and it had a pond and a
path of stepping stones that led to a gazebo that Harry thought would be a nice
place to study on warmer days.
 
She also had a well-stocked duplicate of the Founders’ common room with a small
pantry and kitchenette, and three other doors leading off of it. He checked
them and discovered that they were all labelled, but one was locked from the
other side. One led to a safe place in the forbidden forest that pulsed with
strong protective magic, another to the Room of Requirement, and the locked one
was labelled as ‘Chamber.’ Harry had a strange feeling that it led to a hidden
area in the Chamber of Secrets, and that he could unlock it from there, if he
could find the room this door connected to.
 
Helga’s final room was actually a tower at the end of a short corridor. It was
a tower that gave a full view of the sky in all directions, and Harry found
himself awestruck by the view. ‘Wow. These rooms are amazing.’ He thought to
himself, a small smile gracing his face.
 
He couldn’t wait to show them to Ron and Hermione, and he’d only seen the one
in all its glory so far.
 
***** Ancestry *****
Harry had decided to stop exploring after finding the tower in Helga’s room,
and he sat in the sunlight to read one of the books for a while.
 
He pulled out “Shiloe, From Brutal beginnings” and began to read.
 
--
TOC:
I: Shiloe Origins and Heredity
II: Shiloe Overview
III: Abilities and Physical Changes
IV: Natural Enemies
V: The Social Shiloe
VI: Shiloe Bonds
VII: Anchors
VIII: Shiloe Family Composition
IX: Shiloe Mating Habits
X: Shiloe and Childbearing
--
 
Harry frowned and flipped the book closed, keeping his place with his thumb.
“Kind of a small book to have all that in it.” He mumbled.
 
“Shiloe are very secretive. Knowledge is power, in a way, and others having
power over him—you—that they misused is what created Shiloe in the first place,
was it not?” A young girl about Harry’s age with auburn ringlets sat down next
to him, cross-legged and looking perfectly at ease.
 
“Um, who are-“ The girl turned serious, dark blue eyes on him, and he smiled,
relieved. “Oh. Helga.” He answered his own question. “I didn’t know you could
take on solid form.”
 
Helga smiled dreamily. “Our very souls live on in this castle. We poured out so
much of ourselves into this place to make it a reality that so long as it stays
in use, we can take a body at will, and appear however we wish, as well. But
only within the castle, or we weaken and have to stay in our portraits for some
time to regain our strength.” She finished, looking out over the grounds,
sadly.
 
“Oh. I’m sorry.” He said.
 
“Don’t be.” Helga said wistfully, standing. “It’s our fate, and we chose it
knowingly. We are all happier this way than we would be confined to frames,
after all.” She held out a hand. “Come back downstairs and out of my lookout?
We want to speak with you.” She said firmly, her voice taking on the tone that
meant she was reconnecting with reality.
 
“Sure.” Harry said, taking her surprisingly real and warm hand and letting her
pull him to his feet and lead him down the stairs, through the corridor and
through her room to the common room, where she sat him down on a couch in front
of the fireplace.
 
The other three founders all seemed to walk through their doors out of their
rooms and sat on a couch not too far from his own seat, facing him.
 
It was a bit of a shock to see them all in physical form for the first time.
Rowena had a slender figure, long, black hair that was perfectly straight, tied
back at the nape of her neck into a ponytail and icy blue eyes. Godric had
short brown hair and eyes and a sturdy build. He looked as though he could pick
up the couch with one hand and throw it all the way to the forbidden forest
with little effort. Salazar had a lean yet muscular build, black hair that was
longer than Harry’s but still slightly shaggy-looking, and he kept his eyes
mostly glued to the book in his lap. However, the few times he did glance up,
Harry caught a peek of eyes the same Avada-green hue as his own were, and he
smiled.
 
“I’m descended from you, aren’t I?”
 
Salazar looked up and smirked, then looked back down to his book.
 
Harry smiled widely. The smirk had been answer enough.
 
“Actually, Harry, you are a direct descendant of us all, to some extent.”
Rowena informed him, smiling kindly. “The blood of all four of us flows in your
veins, and that is why you are going to one day become Headmaster here. So long
as your children remain good and kind into adulthood, the role of Hogwarts’
Headmaster will stay in your line, with us picking the next Headmaster or
Headmistress as soon as we know who it should be.” She finished, and then not-
so-discreetly kicked Godric in the shin just as Helga finally wandered over to
the group and Salazar closed his book, setting it next to him. It disappeared
as soon as it left his hand.
 
Godric jumped, tearing his eyes from Rowena’s cleavage and clearing his throat
as his face turned cherry red. “Well, Harry, I see that you’ve been playing
Quidditch. What position?” Godric asked interestedly.
 
Harry smiled. “Seeker.” He answered proudly, watching out the corner of his eye
as Helga settled herself sideways across Salazar’s lap. The green-eyed man
simply smiled benignly and let her stay there.
 
Godric groaned and Rowena laughed.
 
Salazar let out a soft snort of amusement, and Helga seemed to melt into his
chest, her body relaxing completely against his. He brought his arms up to
cradle her protectively.
 
“Damn.” Godric said softly. “I played beater.” He explained. “That sod over
there,” He looked pointedly at Salazar, “was always seeker. I liked it best
when he was on my side. It always meant my team was going to win.”
 
Harry looked at Salazar, and then raised an eyebrow, indicating the sleeping
form of Helga Hufflepuff in his arms. “A Slytherin with a Hufflepuff? I thought
the two were incompatible.” He said.
 
Salazar smirked, tracing Helga’s lips with one fingertip. “There’s something
you must understand about Hufflepuffs that makes them the perfect partner for a
Slytherin, Harry: They are intensely loyal. Do you know what that means?” He
asked patiently, content to watch his lover sleep as Harry pondered the answer.
 
“Um, they won’t cheat on you?” Harry asked.
 
“The thought won’t even enter their heads.” Salazar Slytherin confirmed. “Trust
is not something Slytherins give lightly, or easily. When Helga tells me I am
the one she loves and wants to spend the rest of eternity with, I know that she
is not lying. Trusting her is not even something I have to think about. She’s a
Hufflepuff. The trust just is.” He finished with a shrug.
 
Helga smiled, eyes still closed. “I love you, too.” She said softly.
 
“You’re supposed to be sleeping.” Salazar reminded her with a slight blush.
 
“I am.” Helga replied breezily, yawning and seeming to go back to sleep.
 
Harry smothered a chuckle with his hand, locking mirth-filled eyes onto
Salazar’s own amused gaze.
 
“Harry, you need to understand that the Wizarding World is going to need you
soon. We will do all we can to prepare you, but soon you will have to face a
darkness that only one of us ever faced, and it did not end well.” Rowena said,
sadly, looking over at Salazar.
 
Salazar sighed softly. “Rowena is right, Harry. When Helga was fifteen, she
faced down a Dark Wizard only just weaker than Voldemort, without the benefit
of her full powers. However, when she came back to us, she was nothing like she
had been.”
 
“She wasn’t always so open to the voices on the wind.” Godric said. “That’s
what happens when your mind is ripped open and left to mend itself, since we
did not have the benefit of mental healing potions to help heal the tear in her
aura that allowed the voices through. She’s had to hear far too much for far
too long.”
 
Harry bit his lip. “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t scared—“
 
“You’d be a fool, too.” Salazar interrupted unhelpfully.
 
“But,” Harry scowled at the man, who grinned back at him. “I know it has to be
done, and I’m the only one who can do it. It doesn’t leave me much of a choice,
does it?”
 
Salazar threw his head back and laughed. “You could flee, go to America. He
would only reach there once you were long since dead. You are choosing to stay
and sacrifice your childhood so that others may have one.” He sneered. “You
really are Godric’s.”
 
Harry flushed. “It’s not like I would have had a childhood otherwise! He took
that from me when I was a baby! The Dursleys never let me be a kid! Isn’t that
right, Shiloe?!”
 
‘Right.’ Shiloe answered in boredom.
 
“He says ‘Right.’” Harry finished sullenly.
 
Rowena sighed. “We know, Harry. We just wanted to inform you that though your
path will be a hard one to walk, we will be here waiting to help you up should
you fall and light your path when you need guidance and can no longer see the
road you must follow.” She told him.
 
Harry nodded. “Okay. I think I need some time to process all that.” He said,
rubbing his face. “Whose rooms are the best for thinking?” He asked.
 
Salazar hummed. “Mine are very calming and dark. They are a good place if you
mean to meditate.”
 
“You mean brood and drink vast amounts of Absinthe.” Helga said from his lap.
 
“Well, everyone has their methods of meditation. Mine are just… Unique.”
 
Everyone else laughed at that and Harry got up. “Dark and calming sounds really
good right now, actually.”
 
“Alright.” Godric said. “We are going to stay in physical form for a while and
chat, so don’t mind us.”
 
“Okay.” Harry headed into Salazar Slytherin’s personal chambers.
 
They were decorated in forest green, silver tapestries covering the walls, and
the woods were all so dark they were nearly black. Harry took a seat in the
forest green armchair in front of the fire and quickly lit a fire in the
fireplace, knowing that he could use magic in these rooms without worry. The
founders’ wards would surely keep it hidden.
 
He got up a second later, heading over to examine yet another liquor cabinet.
This one was also well-stocked, and contained a few potions and potion
ingredients as well.
 
Harry stared, open-mouthed, at the huge bottles labelled basilisk venom,
basilisk scales and basilisk blood. “Wow. Those are probably worth a fortune.
And that much basilisk venom could be enough to create an antidote.”
 
He filed the information away for later and grabbed a bottle labelled as
raspberry brandy. He got a glass and poured some, then went back to sit in
front of the fire and took a tentative sip of the alcohol. It wasn’t bad.
 
Harry smiled, letting the liquid soothe him as it warmed his belly.
 
So he was going to be training with the founders themselves before he went off
to face down Voldemort once and for all. That would undoubtedly help him, and
it would probably be enough to tip the scales in his favour.
 
He was almost sure Voldemort didn’t know half the things the founders must
know.
 
*****
 
Harry looked at the half-empty bottle of brandy, and then blinked a few times,
thinking. Had he really had that much? He sighed and set it back down, then
headed into the bathroom to pee.
 
Salazar’s bathroom was decorated in silvers and light greens, but Harry was too
intent on emptying his bladder to appreciate the colors.
 
He shuffled out of the bathroom, casting tempus as he headed toward the door
that didn’t lead to the gardens. It was nine forty-eight PM. He had no desire
to see the man’s potions ingredients growing wild. The potions lab itself,
however, was an intriguing thought.
 
He headed to the door and opened it.
 
“Huh.” He said in bemusement.
 
It was a training room. There were various weapons on the walls, and Harry
realized that Salazar apparently wasn’t a fanatical brewer.
 
“Okay.” Harry said, shutting the door. “Whatever. I suppose this room will be
used in my ‘training.’”
 
He yawned, and decided it was time for bed. He stripped and climbed into
Salazar’s huge bed, sighing at the feel of silk sheets caressing his skin, and
was almost instantly asleep.
 
***** Invitations and Explorations *****
Chapter Notes
     Happy Halloween, or a blessed Samhain for my fellow Pagans!
Harry gaped at the book. He was reading ‘Shiloe, From Brutal Beginnings.’
 
***Section I: Shiloe Origins and Heredity
 
The Shiloe is unique among magical creatures in that they are not born, but
made, and also in that they are a separate entity from the Witch/Wizard (or
Host) that Manifests the Shiloe.
 
A Shiloe comes into being in a magical child that has been made to suffer times
of harsh, but non-sexual, physical abuse interspersed with periods of proper
care.
 
They can be felt physically while they are aware but dormant, but only by the
Host, and also can be heard as a voice within the Host's mind that communicates
with the Host and offers input and advice, and can even become a close friend
and confidant to the Host.
 
The Shiloe has two stages to their Manifestation. The first stage is "Signs."
In this stage, the Host begins noticing the signs of their Shiloe's existence,
such as hearing Shiloe and feeling Shiloe’s physical touch. They may be able to
deny it for some time before they accept it, but acceptance is inevitable.
 
The second stage is "Manifestation." In this stage, the Shiloe begins to have
active periods and begins to search out that which it needs, leaving the Host
with holes in their memory similar to the effects of a memory charm, denying
them memory of what Shiloe was doing while active.
 
A Shiloe can Manifest at any age between six and nineteen, but the first signs
will always appear to the host of the Shiloe on their birthday, usually in the
late afternoon or early evening.
 
The Shiloe itself is not hereditary, but abuse can become a cycle, so proper
care must be taken. ***
 
Harry groaned, setting the book in his lap and covering his face with his
hands.
 
Oh, this was just brilliant news. Now everyone knew that he had been abused. No
wonder Madam Pince had finally begun to be kind to him.
 
‘Not everyone will know. I’m not exactly the talkative type, and the ones that
need to know already do.’ Shiloe told him consolingly. ‘Don’t worry so much.’
 
Harry groaned again and picked up the book.
 
“Ew!” Harry shouted.
 
Shiloe fed on sexual energy and blood?! Harry didn’t even want to contemplate
his mouth drinking blood.
 
Disgusting.
 
“Promise me you’ll brush your teeth before you go into dormancy again?” He
asked Shiloe.
 
The evil laugh he got in response was not reassuring.
 
He just sighed, giving up on that idea.
 
He read that he would have from six to twelve anchors, and paled. ‘And the
anchor-bond is always sexual.’ Shiloe reminded him.
 
“So you’re a slut?” Harry asked cheekily.
 
Shiloe growled at him in response.
 
Harry chuckled and continued his reading.
 
He got to another passage and gulped. “Please, please tell me you’re not gay.”
 
‘Okay.’ Shiloe answered. ‘I’m not gay.’
 
“Good.” Harry said in relief.
 
Shiloe failed to mention that he wouldn’t know for sure until he had met his
anchors.
 
*****
 
Harry spent most of the next three weeks doing his summer homework, since there
was little else to do. But on August the twenty-third, he got a letter.
 
It was from Ron.
 
Harry read it eagerly.
 
He stared down at the letter in his hands. “I want to go.” He said absently to
himself, thinking eagerly about the Quidditch World Cup. “Dumbledore would let
me, right?” He asked to no one in particular.
 
‘We aren’t going.’ Shiloe decided.
 
“What?! You can’t just decide that!”
 
‘You would appear to be incorrect, since I just did.’ Shiloe retorted in a
bored tone.
 
“What about my say?!”
 
‘You don’t get one.’ Shiloe decided.
 
Harry ground his teeth, then a thought came over him, and he grinned. “I don’t
see how exactly you expect to stop me. You can’t physically restrain me, after
all.”
 
Harry gasped as his head snapped to the side and pain blossomed in his cheek.
“Ow! Did you just slap me?! What the bloody hell was that for?!”
 
Shiloe chuckled smugly. ‘So, you see, Harry.’ Shiloe’s voice sounded in his
mind again, sounding smugly satisfied. ‘You are, in fact, the only person I can
physically restrain. Or touch at all right now, for that matter.’ He finished
in a slightly morose tone.
 
Harry sighed. “But I really want to go.” He said softly.
 
‘Talk to the old goat-fucker. I’m sure he can come up with a safe way.’ Shiloe
sneered.
 
“Don’t call him that!” Harry snapped, leaving the rooms and heading to the
Headmaster’s office.
 
*****
 
Harry growled at the gargoyle after trying thirteen different sweets. “Well,
can you just tell him I want to see him?!” He shouted at the stone creature.
 
A few seconds later, the staircase started moving. Harry smiled.
 
He got into Dumbledore’s office and smiled at the benevolent man. “Sir, I got a
letter from Ron. He wants me to go to the World Cup with them! Can I, Sir?”
 
Dumbledore hummed, thoughtfully. “Perhaps. But, my dear boy, what happened to
your face? Your cheek is red.”
 
Harry flushed. “Oh, yeah. Shiloe doesn’t want me to go. And I mean, he really
doesn’t want to go.”
 
 “I see.” Dumbledore nodded. “That is understandable. Shiloe dislike large
crowds and the Quidditch World Cup is sure to draw a very large crowd. But what
did he do?”
 
Harry grinned wryly. “He slapped me. Kind of hard. Just to prove that he could
restrain me from going there if he had to.” Harry finished, mumbling.
 
Dumbledore smiled in amusement. “Did he really?” He asked. “Fascinating.”
 
“I’m glad you think so, Sir.” Harry deadpanned.
 
“Oh, Harry, I didn’t mean to sound rude. But there is so little known about
Shiloe that I must confess, I am eager to learn anything you can share with
me.” Dumbledore said.
 
‘Tell him I don’t like him, then.’ Shiloe sneered.
 
Harry laughed. “Well, Shiloe doesn’t like you.” He said.
 
Dumbledore frowned. “Whyever not?” He asked curiously.
 
Harry doubled over in laughter at the response the question got.
 
“He…” Harry paused to catch his breath. “He says you meddle.”
 
Dumbledore chuckled. “I suppose I do, at that.” He agreed. “Once you reach my
age, however, you think that your advice is more valuable than it sometimes
truly is.”
 
Harry sobered. “But, Sir, can I go?”
 
Dumbledore sighed. “Even if I said yes, Shiloe would no doubt make it
impossible for you to go.”
 
Harry sighed sadly, his whole being suffused with regret. “Alright.” He said
despondently.
 
Shiloe sighed in disgust. ‘Fine. Go to the World fucking Cup, but we are
returning here the next day.’ He said firmly.
 
Harry cheered. “Shiloe is letting me go after all!” He told Dumbledore happily.
“So, Sir?” He asked, bouncing excitedly on the balls of his feet.
 
Dumbledore smiled indulgently. “Of course I’ll let you go, Harry, my dear boy.”
 
“Yesss!” Harry whooped, pumping his fist in the air. “Thank you, Sir! I have to
tell Ron!”
 
*****
 
The day after the World Cup, a slightly shaken Harry returned to Hogwarts via
Floo.
 
He was deposited into Dumbledore’s office and got up. “Sorry, Sir, gotta go!”
He shouted, leaving the man’s office and racing to the fourth floor. He got to
the portrait of the founders and activated the door to his rooms.
 
He got in and immediately turned to Helga Hufflepuff’s portrait, it being
closest to the door. “I want to start training to defeat Voldemort.” He told
her.
 
“You can’t yet.” Came the firm answer from across the room.
 
Harry turned around and glared at the portrait of Salazar Slytherin. “Why the
hell not?!” He shouted.
 
Salazar sighed. “Shiloe needs to have been active first. He needs to learn to
harness his abilities fully before your training starts, since he is the backup
plan if you can’t kill the Dark Lord.”
 
Harry blinked. “Oh.” He said, all his fervor finally worn out. “I guess I’ll…
Read, then.” He said softly, heading into Rowena Ravenclaw’s room. Her bed and
the tapestries adorning the walls were a vivid blue colour, and they always
cheered Harry when he saw them. Even the bed frame, wardrobe and the desk that
was more of a small worktable were painted blue.
 
There was one window that Harry knew had to be enchanted on the wall right
above the worktable.
 
He sat in front of the fireplace and picked up ‘Shiloe, From Brutal Beginnings’
again, settling in to finish the short book that held all the information the
outside world had about Shiloe and their habits.
 
“The anchor-Shiloe bond always becomes sexual, so even the youngest Shiloe, if
virgin, is urged to lose their virginity to the gender they prefer before the
Shiloe begins its active periods, or they will never remember their first
time.” Harry groaned. “And isn’t that just a lovely thought?” He said, voice
dripping with sarcasm.
 
“Section III: Abilities and Physical Changes
 
The Shiloe has many abilities, but the Host does not get to partake in most of
them, unless the Shiloe grants it and guides the use.
 
The Shiloe can converse with many animals, including phoenixes, badgers, birds,
serpents, thestrals, both big and small cats, and even transformed werewolves.
 
They can control and even create weather conditions at will, and with apparent
ease.
 
The Shiloe is always highly empathic, this being one of the reasons for the
anchors.
 
They can sense other magical creatures and sometimes know on instinct what they
are.
 
They are able to see magic and magical bonds between people.
 
They have enhanced senses, and this is the only ability that reflects in the
Host, in that they lose any deficits they had in senses, bringing them up to
perfect standards for Wizards after Shiloe's first Manifestation.
 
The physical changes are the only part of Shiloe that the creature and Host
share without exception. Fangs are always present, though retractable, and only
Shiloe can call them at will.
 
In females, there is usually some weight change, either gained or lost, to
bring them to their ideal weight for bearing young.
 
In males, they gain the ability to bear young, but do not get the extra
preparation.
 
Males usually experience some softening of the features.”
 
Harry blinked, and read through the list again. He whistled lowly. “That’s
pretty impressive.”
 
‘What’s impressive is how much the author was able to discover about our
abilities. Then again, I suppose most of them are pretty obvious to observers.
I mean, a blizzard in August would never go unnoticed.’ Shiloe said
offhandedly.
 
Harry chuckled. “I guess not. How accurate is it all?”
 
‘Pretty accurate, actually, except that we can also see perfectly in the dark
and can sense people’s magical cores. And the speaking to animals thing differs
for each of us. We all have certain animals we can commune with, and the only
consistent exception is always Unicorns. Since we are a sexual creature, and
they are drawn to virgins, they are our antithesis, for the most part.’ Shiloe
remarked.
 
“Oh.” Harry looked down at the book again and nodded. “Yeah, there’s the
unicorn thing.”
 
“Section IV: Natural Enemies:
 
The Shiloe has few natural enemies, the most notable being the magical creature
Indago, since the Shiloe can communicate and usually associates with
transformed werewolves, the biggest natural enemy of the Indago.
 
Unicorns and Shiloe are known to avoid each other, since as a sexual-oriented
being, Shiloe is the antithesis of the Unicorn.”
 
His head swimming with the new knowledge, he gave up on finishing the book just
yet.
 
Harry sighed, setting down the book and groaning. There really wasn’t all that
much he could learn about Shiloe from these books.
 
‘Of course not, you complete lackwit. We don’t let Outsiders know about us. Or
do you want to end up with your unfortunate past smeared all over the front
page of the Prophet?’ Shiloe asked drolly.
 
Harry screwed up his face in dismay. “No. No, I don’t want that.” He confirmed.
 
‘Then we’re agreed.’ Shiloe drawled in a bored tone.
 
Harry sighed and headed to the two doors that led to Rowena’s extra rooms,
wondering what she’d have besides the obvious library he was sure was behind
one of those doors.
 
He opened one of the doors and smiled. Okay, he’d found the library. It was a
small room with a few long tables set out for study groups or research or
Merlin-only-knew-what. The walls were, of course, lined with floor-to-ceiling
bookshelves.
 
Harry wandered around for a few moments, looking at some of the titles. A few
of them were, indeed, by the founders themselves as Rowena had said. There were
journals and workbooks and more books on the Dark Arts than Harry cared to see
all collected in one place.
 
“Wow.” Harry breathed, and then shook himself. “Time to go find out what’s
behind door number two.” He said softly to himself.
 
He left the library and opened the other door. “Huh.” He said again, looking
into the room he had expected to find in Salazar’s suite of rooms.
 
The potions lab.
 
“Okay.” Harry said, walking in. There was a huge bookshelf against one wall
that held books on the bottom two shelves, but the rest were filled with
potions ingredients. Harry looked at some of them, noticing ones he had never
seen before, and one tiny vial of a golden liquid that had him gasping in awe.
 
The label read: “Unicorn Blood, Freely Given.”
 
“Wow.” He whispered in awe, picking it up reverently.
 
‘I’ll say.’ Shiloe agreed. ‘That stuff can’t be bought. It’s a testament to the
skill and kindness of the founders that one was able to acquire some.’
 
Harry carefully set it back and gulped. “I hope I don’t break it.” He said.
 
There was also Demiguise hair, dragon scales and blood and even a smaller vial
of basilisk venom than the one in Salazar’s room, labelled in Salazar’s scrawl:
“Basilisk Venom, Happy Birthday.”
 
There was also a small vial of dark red liquid labelled with each founder’s
name.
 
Harry shuddered, hoping that it wasn’t really blood, but knowing that, most
likely, it was.
 
He headed out of the room, eager to escape the blood, and went into the garden
instead.
 
There was a small plot of potions ingredients and a big patch of mint, which
Harry assumed might have been for tea.
 
Rowena had also grown primroses and violets, and what looked like honeysuckle
as well.
 
Harry pulled off one of the blooms from the bush and gently eased the flower
itself off, smiling when a drop of fluid appeared. He licked it off and hummed
happily. It was definitely honeysuckle.
 
He went back inside, smiling as he headed for the bathroom. It was decorated in
mellow, calming shades of blue with black accents, making it look strangely
modern.
 
He decided it was time for a long, hot bath.
 
***** Ollivander's *****
Harry opened his eyes and nearly fell out of bed as he scrambled backward a few
feet, his body now perilously close to the edge of Helga’s bed as he breathed
raggedly. “Merlin’s ba- knees, Rowena, you scared me nearly to death!” He
hissed, looking at the teenage girl with mischievous blue-green eyes and black
waves who was lying in bed in front of him.
 
“Good morning, Harry.” She purred. “I have a proposition for you. Hear me out?”
She asked sweetly.
 
“Uh, okay.” Harry agreed.
 
“I know this may be a little odd, since you are descended from us, but Godric
and Salazar and Helga have already agreed with me on this. If you ever feel up
to it, both you and Shiloe can come to us for sex, if you would like. Helga
would prefer to include Salazar, since she doesn’t like the thought of being
with someone else alone, but you intrigue her. Godric and I especially like to
add a third from time to time, and we let each other explore other partners
alone, as well. There will be no awkwardness after, and we do not expect you to
need us often, if at all. I wanted to make sure you knew that the option was
there, either way you decide.” She said.
 
Harry flushed. “Um… Alright. Why?” He asked.
 
Rowena smiled. “Because I find you attractive, even at your age. There is
something about you, a certain maturity and magnetism. You seem to draw people
to you without even trying. And we are not immune to that draw.” She finished
with a smirk.
 
Harry blinked twice, opened his mouth, closed it, and blinked again. “I… I have
no idea how to respond to that.” He said with a bemused frown on his face.
“I’ve never had a dead person ask to sleep with me before.” He mused.
 
Rowena giggled, the sound making Harry smile wryly at her amusement.
 
“That’s okay, Harry. We will give you some time to mull it over. If you decide
you want to, feel free to come to us at any time, alright?”
 
“Sure.” Harry said.
 
Rowena cupped his face and drew his head close, slowly, giving him time to pull
away if he wanted, and pressed her lips to his, gently.
 
Harry drew in a deep breath through his nose as his eyes widened comically.
 
Rowena chuckled against Harry’s closed mouth, before drawing away. “I do
believe that was your first kiss.” She said.
 
“What gave it away?” Harry asked.
 
“Well, let’s see, shall we?” She asked playfully. “You kept your lips closed,
not even trying to deepen the kiss, your body tensed up, and you kept your eyes
open. Well, did you like it?”
 
Harry flushed. “Yeah.”
 
Rowena cocked her head to the side. “Would you like me to give you a real kiss?
Or are you perhaps saving that for someone special?”
 
“Well, you are pretty special, aren’t you?” He asked, and then felt his face
heat yet again. “I mean, yeah. Sure. If you want to.”
 
Rowena gave him another bright laugh. “I asked if it was what you wanted.” She
pressed.
 
Harry thought for a moment, and then nodded. “Yeah. Yes, I would.” He said
softly.
 
“Then open your mouth for me this time, okay?” She whispered, drawing him close
again.
 
Harry felt her warm lips against his again, and let his eyes close as he
savoured the feeling.
 
She was so… Real. So soft. She opened her lips and let her tongue glide over
Harry’s bottom lip.
 
Harry opened his mouth for her, and her tongue slid inside at the invitation.
He gasped at the feeling of the warm, wet appendage caressing his own, and
sighed.
 
Rowena’s breathy sigh answered his. She smiled against his mouth as his arms
found their way around her waist and he held tight to her. He pulled her tight
against his body as he deepened the kiss on his own, taking over control and
delving into her mouth eagerly, but without much skill.
 
Rowena didn’t mind the lack of finesse. She had always enjoyed the role of
teacher, after all, and she had no problem letting Harry learn by doing. It was
sometimes the only way to learn something, and knowledge was never bad.
 
Harry swept his tongue through Rowena’s mouth one last time, and pulled back,
smiling shyly as he opened his eyes. “Um, thanks. For letting me practice on
you.” He said, licking his lips.
 
Rowena smiled. “You’re welcome. You were very good at it. You’ve got a long way
to go, yes, but you pick things up very quickly.” She commented.
 
“Thanks. I think.” Harry said in bemusement.
 
Rowena giggled once more and stood up. Harry noticed that she was wearing a
sheer powder-blue nightie, and her nipples were hard and visible through the
fabric, as was the patch of dark hair between her legs.
 
Harry gulped and tore his eyes away from the sight, meeting her amused gaze.
 
She smiled at him knowingly. “The offer will be open indefinitely, so no matter
what age you are, we will be accepting. You can come to any of us, at any
time.” She reminded him, before she left the room, disappearing through the
closed door.
 
Harry closed his eyes, trying to process the experience.
 
He had just kissed. His. Ancestor.
 
Moreover, he wanted to do it again.
 
“I’m so depraved.” Harry moaned, covering his face with his hands.
 
Shiloe patted his back. ‘There, there, my little incestuous Host. She’s only a
distant relation, and incest is common in Wizarding society.’ He said.
 
“You’re not helping, just making me nauseous.” He told Shiloe.
 
‘Well, excuse me for trying to make you feel better. Should I tell you that I
think you’re an idiot for turning her down?’
 
“No.” Harry said, his voice muffled by his hands.
 
‘Fine, then I won’t.’ Shiloe said dryly.
 
Harry snorted. “Your consideration is appreciated.” His muffled voice replied.
 
‘So, what’s on the agenda for today, anyway?’ Shiloe asked curiously.
 
Harry moved his hands and sighed. “I was thinking we could check out Godric’s
rooms, and then I want to see that clearing in the forbidden forest and see how
far the wards extend. I want to go into the chamber and see if we can’t find
the room that connects to Helga’s safe room, as well.” Harry said, talking
about the room that was a duplicate of the common room. He had found that, when
the door was locked from the inside, it disappeared from the Marauder’s map
completely. Almost as if it were no longer in the same world once locked, which
made it a secure place to hide if he needed to. He could potentially live there
and never have to worry about Voldemort.
 
‘How exciting. The best part should be the forest.’ Shiloe said in a bored
tone.
 
Harry huffed. “Do you have any better ideas?”
 
‘No.’
 
“Then shut up, please.” He snapped.
 
He heard a laugh from Shiloe and couldn’t help but smile himself. ‘Shut up,
please’ was a bit of an interesting phrase; it was politely impolite. 
 
Harry shook his head and got out of bed, yelping when his feet touched the cold
floor.
 
He went to Salazar’s room (where his trunk was, since he did most of his work
there) and got dressed, then sighed. “I want to get some new clothes, too.” He
drawled, eyeing the castoffs with disdain. It was time to put Dudley, his
clothes and his rotten-to-the-core parents where they belonged: In Harry’s
past.
 
He should only be looking to the future now, and what a bright future he saw!
Well, actually, it was dimmed a bit by one thing, but things were definitely
looking up, Voldemort notwithstanding.
 
He was going to get extra training, he was living at Hogwarts, getting three
meals a day and snacks, and he could do magic and fly since he was no longer in
the muggle world!
 
‘And you have me!’ Shiloe added brightly to his train of thought, effectively
derailing it.
 
“I’m not sure that’s a good thing.” Harry said, laughing.
 
There was a knocking sound, and he looked toward the door. He walked out into
the common room.
 
“Someone wants in.” Godric told him helpfully, pointing toward where the door
was not.
 
“Oh. Okay.” Harry activated and opened it, finding Dumbledore there.
 
Dumbledore held up a bag of sweets. “I brought housewarming gifts. Can I come
in?” He asked genially.
 
Harry smiled, letting the eccentric man in. “Headmaster, I actually wanted to
talk to you. Can I go into Hogsmeade or Diagon to buy some new clothes?” He
asked, indicating the repulsive hand-me-downs he wore.
 
Dumbledore smiled. “Of course, Harry. I’ll have one of the Professors accompany
you.” He said. “On another note, I thought it might be best to invite the
Weasleys and Hermione here to tell them about Shiloe before term starts. They
are close enough to you that they will figure it out eventually, anyway.”
 
‘Fine. The Weasleys are okay. But I’d rather not have Ginny and Hermione know
about me. Especially not Hermione.’
 
‘Shiloe, I’m going to tell her anyway. She’ll find out on her own otherwise,
and she’ll be hurt that Ron knew first.’ Harry mentally responded firmly.
‘Ginny needs to know, too. Besides, Fred and George wouldn’t be able to keep it
from her.’
 
Shiloe sighed after a moment’s consideration. ‘Fine. You’re right. Go ahead and
tell them. Better now than around Outsiders’ ears.’
 
Harry nodded. “Alright. Can I get the clothes first?” He asked Dumbledore
pleadingly.
 
Dumbledore laughed. “Not to worry, my boy. They will be sent a letter and a
Portkey to bring them here tomorrow for lunch. On another note, I have had
Kingsley take over your case against the Dursleys. He has quietly collected
them and is waiting for pensieve evidence to convict them. I didn’t tell him
about Shiloe, only that I suspect child abuse. I need a few memories of yours,
just enough to prove that they treated you wrongly.” He said, pulling out a
vial.
 
Harry sighed and thought of his cupboard, hungry days and nights spent in the
smallest bedroom, and Vernon’s meaty fists sinking into his stomach many times
over the years.
 
Dumbledore sombrely gathered the thoughts and placed them in the vial. “These
will be returned to you when they have been sentenced.”
 
Harry nodded, his mood darker than it had been after remembering those things.
“Can I go to Diagon, now?”
 
Dumbledore sighed. “Yes, Harry. I will have McGonagall accompany you, since you
should get a wand for Shiloe. He can possess part of your body without taking
over, if you let him. Let him have your wand hand and he can find his wand. All
Mr. Ollivander needs to know is that you need a new wand due to creature
inheritance.”
 
Harry nodded, and they both got up, leaving the room together. The door melted
into the wall behind them.
 
“Sir, if the Dursleys are sentenced, what will happen?” Harry asked.
 
Dumbledore smiled viciously, and Harry felt a small thrill of fear run down his
spine. “They will be turned into your personal house elves. You can have them
work wherever you wish.” He answered in a satisfied tone.
 
Harry grinned. “Wicked.” He said.
 
Dumbledore smiled. “I always did think it a suitable punishment for such a
crime.” He said.
 
*****
 
Harry walked next to McGonagall, who was all business. They were heading to get
him a new wand, and she wasn’t willing to waste any time.
 
They got to Ollivander’s and went inside. “Ah, Mr. Potter. Is something amiss
with your wand?”
 
Harry gave Shiloe control of his wand hand and explained: “I need a new wand. I
had a creature inheritance come into effect.” He said.
 
“Let’s see, then.”
 
Shiloe raised the wand and told Harry the spell he was casting so that Harry
could say it aloud.
 
“Wingardium Leviosa.” The wand was pointed at a box in the corner, and it burst
into flames. Harry’s eyes widened and he blinked. “Oops. Sorry.”
 
“Hm. A new wand is needed, indeed. Do you wish to keep your old one? Most
Wizards do, if only because an old wand can be dangerous if an enemy gets hold
of it.”
 
Harry nodded. “Yes, I want to keep it.”
 
Ollivander nodded, and began looking through the wands.
 
“How about this one? Ten inches, ash and dragon heartstring.” Shiloe waved the
wand without saying a word and all the light in the room disappeared, then
returned.
 
Harry shook his head as Shiloe held the wand out. “Nope.”
 
“Hmm… How about this one? Nine-and-a-half inches, holly and unicorn hair.”
 
Shiloe didn’t even reach for it.
 
Harry flushed. “Sir, I’ve had some bad experiences every time I’ve tried to use
a wand with unicorn hair in it.” He lied smoothly. “I’d rather not.”
 
Ollivander narrowed his eyes and nodded slowly, turning back to the wands and
searching through them carefully, muttering. “I know I put it… Where is it…?
Not… Here!” He exclaimed, finding the wand he was looking for on a bottom
shelf.
 
He smiled, not even opening the box as he said, quietly. “Beech, twelve inches.
The core is werewolf hairs that have been soaked in the venom from the right
head of a runespoor. However, I cannot touch it, as it is extremely volatile,
and you never should either. Have Shiloe open the box, and if it chooses him, I
will make a case he can keep it in so you never accidentally set it off.”
 
Harry heard McGonagall suck in a breath. “How did you know?” He whispered.
 
“Ahh, Mr. Potter, there is only one creature that will not touch any part of a
unicorn, and that is Shiloe. Well?” He asked.
 
Shiloe was already lifting the lid. One finger gently stroked down the length
of the wand, then Harry watched in awe as the hand was laid over the wand, as
if Shiloe was talking to it somehow.
 
***** Coming Clean *****
Chapter Notes
     I like this chapter. The first scene was especially fun to write.
     Hope you like it!
Shiloe POV:
 
“Beech, twelve inches. The core is werewolf hairs that have been soaked in the
venom from the right head of a runespoor. However, I cannot touch it, as it is
extremely volatile, and you never should either. Have Shiloe open the box, and
if it chooses him, I will make a case he can keep it in so you never
accidentally set it off.”
 
Shiloe internally cursed. ‘Hopefully, he knows how to keep a secret.’ He
thought, so that Harry wouldn’t hear him and be confused. He slowly reached
out, ignoring Harry’s talking.
 
He opened the box, and then looked at the wand. It was a light color, and it
seemed to be humming with power. He ran a finger over it and it purred.
 
*I can see, now, why I have been kept waiting for so long. Welcome, Master.*
The wand spoke into Shiloe’s mind, of sorts, and seemed to be waiting for
Shiloe to pick it up.
 
Shiloe smiled, drawing his finger away and placing his whole hand over the
wand, still in its box. ‘Do you want to come with me? Will you heed my will? I
will not abide disobedience.’ He warned the wand, still keeping the
conversation from Harry.
 
The wand seemed to laugh at that. *If you can bridle me, I will bow to your
will.* It said challengingly.
 
Shiloe drew his hand away and picked it up, smirking, and the wand rebelled.
 
Ollivander ducked as red sparks shot out, and the wand jerked Shiloe’s hand
upwards. More sparks shot out, orange and blue mixed this time, and Shiloe
gritted his teeth, somehow knowing that this wand was for him to subdue and
tame. No one else would be able to.
 
He summoned up all his willpower and put it into his voice. “CEASE THIS AT
ONCE!” He shouted.
 
Harry, hearing him in his mind, winced.
 
Shiloe finally forced the wand to stop its antics and managed to pacify the
impetuous wand. ‘What say you now?’ He asked smugly, once the wand had calmed
and began purring in his grip.
 
*I have waited many centuries for you. Your will is my will, Master. I must
obey. You are far more powerful than I had anticipated. I am well pleased. I am
called Ducentia Virgamque, the guiding wand. I can help guide you through this
life, Master.* The wand happily told him.
 
Shiloe told the wand, ‘Very well. I shall call you Ducen. Will that be
acceptable?’
 
*Yes, Master. As you will it.*
 
Shiloe was pleased with this new, compliant side of Ducen. ‘You will be kept in
a case until I am ready to use you. You will stay in this case, quietly, until
I require you. Am I clear?’
 
*As the clearest quartz there ever was, Master. I will obey.*
 
“Good. This one is perfect, Harry. Have him fetch the case.” Shiloe said aloud.
 
Harry sighed in relief, hearing Shiloe again, but this time in a normal tone
rather than a shout. “He needs the case.” Harry told Ollivander.
 
Ollivander’s eyes widened. “This is truly a remarkable day!” He breathed.
“Never did I think that wand would be conquered while I yet drew breath. It has
been here for over twenty-three—almost twenty-four—centuries! It was the first
wand made in this shop, by a Vorago ancestor of mine. He was the only one that
could touch it before Shiloe, and then only because the runespoor was his
familiar, and the werewolf one of his matches.”
 
Ollivander handed Harry’s free hand the case, and Shiloe stuck the wand in it
and snapped the flap over the top closed, then strapped it to his forearm, just
in case. The hiding place concealed it very well, too.
 
“Thank you.” Harry said, pulling out his money pouch. “How much-“
 
“I will not accept payment for that wand, Mr. Potter. It has been payment
enough seeing a wand so violently powerful be quelled and mastered. Thank you
for letting me witness that.” Ollivander said, bowing to Harry.
 
Harry flushed and followed McGonagall out of the shop.
 
“I always knew he’d find things like that out far too easily. He never misses a
thing. Of course, most Ravenclaws don’t.” She said a bit irritably. “Don’t
worry.” She said briskly to Harry. “He will never speak of it. He is
trustworthy.”
 
Harry nodded and they got to a clothing store. McGonagall lead Harry inside and
prepared for a shopping trip she wold never forget.
 
*****
 
Harry returned to school laden with huge bags of T-shirts, boxers, denims and a
few pairs of slacks and some button-down shirts as well. He was beaming as he
lugged his purchases (clothes he’d be proud to wear! Imagine!) to the fourth
floor and into his rooms.
 
“I got clothes!” He called out as he shut the door and Helga came out of her
room in the same form she had first met Harry in.
 
“Can I see some of them on you?” She asked dreamily, cocking her head and
staring at something over his shoulder.
 
“Sure!” Harry said excitedly.
 
He took the bags into her rooms and called out “No peeking!” before he shut the
door.
 
He quickly stripped and turned, digging through the bags, heedless of his
nudity as he looked for his new denims. He wanted the ones that were too tight
for underwear.
 
He heard and felt a warm hand smack him sharply on the arse, and he turned,
seeing no one there. “Dammit, Shiloe! Stop it!”
 
Shiloe laughed. ‘Could you take my wand off of you? It’s trying to act up,
since it knows that I am subdued, and it may not be safe to have it on your
person any longer.’
 
Harry quickly took it off and laid it on the desk, afraid that it might hurt
him.
 
Once that was done, he resumed his search for his trousers. He finally found
them and held them up, grinning.
 
‘Plebeian.’ Shiloe said.
 
Harry blinked. “What?” He asked.
 
‘It means common, or lower-class. Those pants are the very definition. Can’t
you wear something with a bit more refinement?’ He asked coaxingly.
 
Harry looked at his new jeans, and shrugged. “Nope.” He said happily, and
pulled the trousers up, wriggling to get them over his arse, which they then
cupped to perfection. He pulled on a green T-shirt and looked in the mirror.
 
“Why, look at you, you handsome devil!” The mirror said in surprise.
 
Harry grinned. His grin disappeared when the mirror continued.
 
“Of course, something must be done about that hair!” It said in horror.
 
“Oh, sod off!” Harry said to it, stalking away as Shiloe’s chuckle sounded in
his mind.
 
*****
 
“Nice.” Godric said in approval as Harry gave the Founders one last turn.
 
He was now wearing jeans that were pre-ripped, and a shirt that said “I’m not
crazy, my reality is just different than yours.”
 
Shiloe sighed. ‘I don’t really like that shirt.’ He said.
 
“I don’t really like your attitude, but you don’t hear me bitching, do you?”
Harry replied cheekily.
 
Salazar and Helga both smothered chuckles at that.
 
Harry grinned. “Anyways, I’m off to explore Godric’s rooms now.”
 
Godric smiled. “Enjoy them.”
 
Harry opened the door and looked into the room, then walked in, smiling. Now,
this felt like home. It was all reds and gold, bright and fierce.
 
He even recognized the wood used for the furniture. It was definitely oak.
 
Harry opened the door he had not before peeked into. It was a duelling room,
with padded walls and floor, and even the ceiling looked to be a bit padded.
 
“Sweet.” Harry commented. Duelling training would do him good.
 
He checked out the garden and found that in the huge oak tree next to the koi
pond, there was a tree house.
 
He laughed. Really? Godric had a tree house?
 
Chuckling a little, he walked back inside.
 
He lay down on the crimson bed, sinking into the gold brocade throw pillows.
Godric had lived like a king.
 
He grinned. ‘A worthy life for a Gryffindor.’ He thought to himself. ‘I could
get used to this.’
 
*****
 
Harry fidgeted, Dumbledore’s hand coming down to rest on his shoulder.
 
The touch helped steady him, reminded him that he had someone here if things
didn’t go well. He wasn’t alone.
 
‘Oh, yeah, because I don’t count, do I? You know that’s what I’m here for,
right? My job is to take over for you when things get out of hand. I just can’t
do that yet.’ Shiloe finished petulantly.
 
Harry smiled a bit at that.
 
Suddenly, there was a gathering of magic and Dumbledore stepped away from Harry
in preparation. The Weasleys and Hermione appeared in the middle of the Great
Hall, holding onto a scarf.
 
“Harry!” Hermione shouted, running over and flinging her arms around him.
 
Harry smiled in joy and hugged her back.
 
Ron wasn’t far behind. He had grown over the summer, Harry noticed again.
 
“Heya, Mate.” He said, clapping a hand on Harry’s shoulder.
 
“’Mione, Ron! I missed you!”
 
Ron grinned. “Yeah, we missed you, too. Mum was worried sick, of course.”
 
Harry’s face fell, and Hermione let him go and stepped back. “All right, what
aren’t you telling us?” She asked sternly.
 
Harry sighed. “Come on, I want to tell everyone at once. I don’t really feel
like repeating myself.”
 
Everyone sat down, save for Harry and Dumbledore. Harry walked to the head of
the table they were at—The Gryffindor table, not surprisingly—and faced them
all. “I know that all of you are aware that my life with the Dursleys was not
perfect, or even all that good. It was awful, most of the time. On my birthday,
I woke up from a pretty bad beating I had taken over a week before, and
discovered that I had a new voice in my head. He calls himself Shiloe.” Harry
said.
 
The Weasleys were all wearing expressions of horror, grief, or anger. Hermione
had a look of confusion on her face until Ron whispered something in her ear.
Her expression quickly fell, and she began to weep, covering her face with her
hands.
 
“Oh, Harry, you poor child!” A horrified Molly Weasley said. “If you had told
me how bad it was, we never would have let you stay there!”
 
Harry smiled. “I know. And I appreciate that. But you have enough to deal with
keeping Fred and George in line—” The twins both shouted “Oi! Traitor!” at this
point—“And I’m a trouble magnet.” He finished wryly.
 
Arthur sighed. “Well, Harry, we hope Shiloe knows that we intend to make sure
he becomes part of our family, as well.” He said.
 
‘They’d better keep the fuck away until I’m ready to approach them.’ Shiloe
snarled.
 
Harry cleared his throat. “You have to wait for him to be ready. He’ll be the
one to come to you.” He said.
 
Arthur nodded. “We can accept that.”
 
Molly was sniffling softly, dabbing at her eyes with a handkerchief.
 
Harry walked back over to sit next to Ron, who patted his back. The twins and
Ginny were across from them, and all three looked angry on his behalf.
 
“Are they being tried?” Ginny asked sharply, as the food appeared.
 
“Yeah. Kingsley is doing that privately. He doesn’t know about Shiloe. I want
you all to keep completely silent about this. It’s top secret, and if Voldemort
finds out, we could be doomed.”
 
“What are you going to do-“
 
“If they’re found guilty?”
 
Harry shrugged. “Not sure yet.” He replied, filling his plate.
 
As usual, Shiloe requested that Harry eat just a tiny bit of the carrots, and
as usual, Harry replied to him out loud: “No.”
 
Ron frowned, looking at Harry like he’d gone mad. “‘No’ what, mate?”
 
Harry sighed. “Shiloe keeps trying to get me to eat carrots.”
 
Hermione giggled. “Well, they would be good for your eyesight, you know.” She
pointed out.
 
“I don’t feel like eating them. I never really cared for them much.”
 
‘Obviously, Spectacles.’ Shiloe drawled in amusement.
 
Harry’s lips twitched.
 
“Anyways, he’s pretty sarcastic, and he might be pretty rude to all of you
guys. If he is, I’m sorry.”
 
Ron just shrugged. “Whatever. We’ll live. He can’t be any worse than Snape.”
 
Ginny smiled at him suddenly. “You’re going to have roommates in the tower for
the rest of summer. Dumbledore’s letter said that we could stay.” She said
brightly.
 
Harry flushed. “Oh. I don’t live in the tower anymore.” He said softly.
“Because of Shiloe.” He finished.
 
“Oh. Yeah, that makes sense. Well, where are you staying?” She asked.
 
“Actually, I’m staying in what used to be the Founders’ personal rooms. Turns
out I’m a blood descendant of all four, and they want me to be Headmaster once
Dumbledore is gone.”
 
Ron was silent, taking it all in. “Wow!” He said eventually. “That’s wicked,
mate!”
 
Harry smiled. “Yeah. Which reminds me, who wants to go into the Chamber with
me? I need to find a room with a locked door. I can’t unlock it from my rooms,
but it leads to the Chamber.”
 
“Makes sense.” Ron said, his mouth full as he nodded. “Lemme guess, it connects
to Salazar Slytherin’s rooms?”
 
“Actually, no. But I can’t tell you whose room it connects to, because it’s not
my story to tell.” Harry told Ron.
 
Ginny shuddered. “I’m not going.” She said firmly. “I’ll go to Gryffindor Tower
and get settled in, instead.”
 
Hermione nodded. “I’ll go with you. I’m not really into all that dirty,
dangerous stuff this early in the year, thanks.” She teased Harry and Ron.
 
The twins looked interested. “Harry, mate, can we come?”
 
“We’d love to see the basilisk.”
 
Harry laughed. “Sure.”
 
***** Explanations *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Ron’s mouth fell open as they got to the part of the chamber that housed the
basilisk corpse. “Bloody hell, Harry! You fought that?!” He asked, pointing to
it.
 
Harry nodded. “Yeah. It managed to bite me, too. If it weren’t for Fawkes, I’d
be dead now.” He said seriously.
 
Fred and George stared at it, eyes wide as they took in just how long it was.
“Harry…” George said slowly.
 
“Do you think we could…?”
 
Harry turned around to see Fred pulling a few small bottles and tools out of
his pockets, holding them up hopefully.
 
He rolled his eyes. “No venom.” He said firmly. “You can take scales and blood,
but don’t go near the teeth. If you used the venom to try and make something
and got poisoned in the process, I’d never forgive myself.” He said.
 
George nodded. “Of course not, we actually have a plan for the scales.” He said
as Fred looked at the basilisk thoughtfully.
 
“You mean, use this for the… Thing?” He finished cryptically, noticing Ron
listening in.
 
“Yeah!” George coaxed. “Come on, it’s perfect! Look at it!” He gestured to the
giant serpent’s body, and Harry just shook his head.
 
“Whatever. Come on, Ron.”
 
Ron and Harry headed for the back end of the chamber, near the giant statue of
Salazar Slytherin’s head.
 
Harry began looking around for a door or lever or something, and spoke softly
to Ron.
 
“Hey, Ron, d’you know why everyone seems so eager to help me lose my
virginity?” He asked.
 
Ron choked, and flushed, but nodded. “Uh, yeah, mate. See, I know you don’t
know what a Shiloe is, being raised by muggles and all, but it’s common
knowledge that the anchor bond between a Shiloe and their anchors is sexual,
and so you’re supposed to make sure you lose your virginity before he starts
becoming active, so that you can at least remember your first time.” He
explained. “Because you won’t remember what he does when he’s active.”
 
“Oh.” Harry murmured. He found a doorknob in Salazar’s left ear. “Here, Ron,
look!” He turned it and he and Ron looked inside to see a small room with a
desk and a portrait on the wall.
 
Harry looked at the surprisingly bare room before stepping inside.
 
Ron followed him in, and they noticed a second door behind the desk, hidden by
camouflaging with the wall.
 
They went through that one as well, and Harry smiled. “Here we are.” He said
smugly.
 
Salazar looked up from his portrait and sneered. “Indeed. Welcome to my
sanctuary. Now leave.”
 
Harry looked around the room. It was cozy. Several armchairs were arranged in a
semi-circle around the fireplace.
 
“You know, I’m determined to become the thorn in your side for this
generation.” Harry told him, grinning.
 
“Congratulations, you’re doing a fine job of it.” Salazar said.
 
“Thanks.” Harry replied. “Do you know where the door to the Saferoom is?” He
asked.
 
Salazar raised an eyebrow and looked at the wall behind Harry and to the right.
 
Harry turned and saw the door. He walked up to it and sighed after trying the
handle.
 
“I don’t suppose ‘alohomora’ would work on this one?” Ron asked.
 
Salazar chuckled. “There is a key, but you will have to find it for yourself,
Harry. It is in my bedroom somewhere.” He said, smirking.
 
Harry groaned. “Well, is there anything interesting in here?” He asked
hopefully.
 
Salazar rolled his eyes. “Do you really think I would leave anything here,
where anyone with Parseltongue could find it? Not likely. I moved everything of
interest and value to my bedroom.”
 
Harry sighed. “Well, at least now we know.”
 
******
 
Harry, Ron and the twins practically fell over each other on their way back
through the portrait hole, laughing.
 
They stopped when they saw Hermione standing there, arms crossed over her
chest. “Harry, you have some things to explain.” She said firmly.
 
Harry sighed. “All right.” He sat in the leather armchair before the fire.
“Where do you want me to start?”
 
Hermione pursed her lips, Ginny gazing intently at Harry from beside her.
“Abuse? How bad was it?” She asked.
 
Harry sighed. “Well, I had to do all the chores, and the cooking. I didn’t
always get enough to eat, and that’s why I’m so small. If I did something
wrong, I got hit, sometimes a lot, and my bedroom for a long time was the
cupboard under the stairs. They moved me to Dudley’s second bedroom when-
‘Mione?” Harry stopped, alarmed.
 
Hermione’s hands were over her mouth, and she had paled. Her eyes were filled
with tears. She shook her head, moving her hands, and whispered, “Why didn’t
you say something?”
 
“Like what? By the way, my family beats me, but I have to stay there for the
blood wards?” He asked wryly. “It wouldn’t have served any purpose. Mrs.
Weasley knew I wasn’t getting fed right. She knew my father when he went here,
his first few years, and she saw that I was much smaller. She sent me food, and
that helped.”
 
‘Yes.’ Shiloe agreed. ‘And she is much beloved for that. She is Pack.’ He said
firmly.
 
Harry felt his heart lift. ‘Really?’ He asked mentally.
 
‘Of course. She took care of us, before I could.’ Shiloe said, as if that
settled it.
 
Hermione sighed. “You aren’t going back there, right?” She asked in concern.
“Because my parents could take you, and they can place wards around my house,
I’ve read about-“
 
Harry held up a hand to cut her off, laughing. “I’m sure you’ve read all about
the subject, ‘Mione, but I’m not going back. I’m staying here. Well, I think.”
He added thoughtfully, wondering what would happen if Shiloe needed to go with
an anchor.
 
‘We’ll burn that bridge when we get to it.’ Shiloe said dismissively.
 
Hermione smiled tremulously. “Good. I’m so sorry, Harry.”
 
“I’m fine, really. Well, aside from having a voice in my head that can kick my
arse if he wants to.” He joked, breaking the tension as the twins and Ron
snickered.
 
‘And don’t you forget it!’ Shiloe said proudly.
 
Ginny nodded. “Yeah, about that, Harry, what’s it like? Is he nice?”
 
Harry laughed. “Hardly.” He answered. “He’s rude. And sarcastic.”
 
“That’s strange. I’ve never heard of a Shiloe being rude to its Host before. In
every story I’ve heard, the Shiloe is always a guardian to the Host. Kind of
like an older sibling.”
 
‘And how many Shiloe has she been Host to?’ Shiloe drawled. ‘Anyway, I will be
able to treat you more courteously once we know each other better. For now, I’m
just getting a feel for you.’ Shiloe said in jest.
 
Harry rolled his eyes. “Well, not mine. Anyway, if I start treating you
differently, just assume that it’s not me. The first time Shiloe becomes
active, he will be in control for a month or two. After that, there will be
periodic changes between the two of us.” He recited, remembering Shiloe’s
frequent reminders of what was going to happen soon. “Oh, and I get to have no
memory of what he does with my body, while he knows everything I do, and then
some!”
 
Hermione pursed her lips. “It sounds a bit like Dissociative Identity Disorder.
It’s a result of trauma, and usually results in the formation of three or more
distinct personae within a person’s consciousness, with associated memory loss
when those personalities are in control of the body.”
 
“Yeah, that sounds close, but I only have Shiloe.” Harry said, shrugging.
 
“I believe a single additional personality is known as a ‘Split Personality.’”
She said.
 
Harry opened his mouth to answer, but was cut off by Godric’s portrait above
the fireplace.
 
“Harry, Helga says you should be heading back to your rooms now.” He said,
startling Hermione and the assembled Weasleys.
 
Harry sighed. “Fine, fine.” He stood and hugged the girls, then said hurried
good-nights as he made his way out of the portrait hole.
 
‘Good thing we’re out of there.’ Shiloe grumbled. ‘I was about to burst a blood
vessel. Where does that Granger chit get off making you rehash closed issues?!’
 
“Calm down. I don’t think she realizes that she’s doing that. I’m sure she
means well.” Harry murmured sotto voce.
 
Shiloe scoffed. ‘Oh, yeah, and intentions are the only thing that matter,
right? After all, Dumbledore was right to leave you with the Dursleys, because
he never meant for them to hate and abuse you.’ He sneered mockingly, his voice
dripping with venom.
 
Harry began walking faster, fuelled by anger. “What do you have against him
anyway?!” He hissed.
 
‘Part of my job, the biggest part, is protecting you from being hurt any
further than you have been already, whenever necessary.’ Shiloe snapped. ‘I
dislike him because he is the main reason you were so irreparably harmed. No
matter how well-intentioned his actions were, the fact remains that leaving you
with the Dursley family was, in fact, the worng decision. Perhaps the worst
possible decision he could have made.’
 
Harry sighed, placing his hand on the wall and letting himself into his rooms,
locking the door behind him and heading to Helga’s room to sleep. He’d deal
with everything else tomorrow.
Chapter End Notes
     Just so everyone is aware, I happen to have DID (Dissociative
     Identity Disorder), and I’m writing this story partly to raise
     awareness of it. It’s very real, and it’s not fun. If you notice that
     Harry seems to be getting the short end of the stick, just think: I
     have six alters, and I have blank spots in my memory that in the past
     have lasted as long as six months or as short as a few hours. This
     story is meant as a bit of a release for me. If you enjoy it, great.
     If not, well, I’m not forcing anyone to read it, I’m just hoping
     it’ll help others understand my issues a bit more.
***** First Time *****
Sept. 1st
 
 
Harry headed to Gryffindor Tower with Ron and Hermione, absently chatting with
Neville, as he noticed that no older girls seemed to be following behind them
anymore.
 
He assumed McGonagall had already pulled them aside and was telling them the
falsified story they had crafted for the occasion. 
 
He had decided who he wanted his first to be, and hoped she’d say yes, so he
wouldn’t have to go through the horror of rejection and asking a second girl.
 
He listened half-heartedly to the conversation going on around him,
occasionally pitching in with his opinion.
 
The fifth, sixth and seventh-year girls began drifting in, most in groups of
two or three, all giggling and casting playful glances Harry’s way, making him
really uncomfortable.
 
“Are you alright, Harry? You look a bit pale.” Neville said in concern.
 
Harry groaned, rubbing his face wearily. “Actually, I feel a little tired. I
think I’m going to bed early.” He said apologetically, desperate for an escape
from Gryffindor tower.
 
Hermione and Ron wished him a good night as Harry headed out the portrait hole
and toward his room. He slipped his invisibility cloak on and waited a few feet
down the hall from the entrance to the prefect bathroom.
 
He could only hope the girl he was waiting for showed up tonight.
 
*****
 
Harry smiled as he spotted Angelina Johnson on her way to the Prefect’s bath.
 
Finally.
 
He waited until she was a few feet away, before he reached out and grabbed her
hand, pushing the hood of the invisibility cloak away from his head.
 
“Hey, it’s me.” He whispered, cautiously scanning the halls. “Um, I wanted to
talk to you, if you don’t mind. In private.” He stammered, blushing furiously.
 
‘Merlin, she already knows why I’m talking to her, so why is it so bloody hard
to ask?!’ He mentally berated himself.
 
"You want to ask me to be your first, don’t you?" Angelina asked with her voice
calm and hushed.
 
Harry nodded. “Uh, yeah. My rooms are right here, and you can use my bath
after, so you won’t be interrupted.” He offered.
 
Angelina giggled. “Relax, Harry. I was already going to say yes. You’re cute,
after all, and I am single right now.”
 
“Really?” Harry asked happily. “Thank Merlin.” He sighed, and then flushed once
again. “Um, I mean, I’m glad.” He touched the wall to activate the door,
letting Angelina in.
 
Harry pulled off the invisibility cloak, revealing that he was already out of
his robes and tie, only his shirt and trousers remaining.
 
The founders were all in their frames, watching the events with interest.
“Let’s go to Godric’s bedroom. I’ve already moved his portrait into his
garden.” Harry explained, punctuating his sentence with a stern glare at the
lecherous man.
 
Godric smiled and gave him a mock bow.
 
Harry rolled his eyes.
 
“So, have you done much before? Or are you totally inexperienced?” Angelina
asked.
 
Harry bristled, leading her to Godric Gryffindor’s room. “I’ve kissed a few
times.” He groused.
 
She laughed. “Don’t be so defensive. I was just checking. I need to know how
much you’ll know on your own already and how much I can teach you.” She batted
her eyelashes at him coyly. “There’s so much I can show you. We could be here
for a while.” She teased him.
 
“I think I’d rather just learn the basics and leave the rest for next time,
okay?” He muttered as his face reddened. This blushing thing had to be a new
disease. He’d never blushed so much in so short a time in all his fourteen
years!
 
“Next time?” Angelina asked in mild surprise. “There’s going to be a next
time?” She repeated, setting her clothes on a chair.
 
“Er, well, not with you! I mean, not that I wouldn’t want to, but I want to
wait until I have a serious relationship!” Harry stammered, wishing he could
keep his mouth from spouting things before he had time to give his consent to
say them.
 
Angelina was smothering a laugh. “Harry, calm down. I’m your friend, you know
me. This is just some fun, nothing serious. Don’t think so much. I can lead you
into it.” She reassured him, before she took his hand and walked to the bed.
 
Harry was mildly surprised when she shoved him back. He sat on the bed as his
knees gave.
 
Angelina smirked at him and began unbuttoning her school robes.
 
Harry gulped. This was it. He was about to have sex for the first time ever. He
was nervous, excited and terrified that he’d mess it all up somehow.
 
Angelina dropped her robes and leaned down to gently prod Harry back against
the pillows as she worked the buttons of his shirt open. “Nervous?” She asked
conversationally.
 
“Yeah, a little.” Harry answered honestly. “But I’m also really excited.” He
added.
 
“I can remember how I felt my first time.” She said, pushing his opened shirt
over his shoulders and completely off his body. “I was almost too nervous to go
through with it. But I was so eager to do it, all the same.”
 
Harry gasped as her lips gently brushed over his chest, sending tiny sparks of
pleasure zinging through him.
 
Angelina chuckled softly against his skin as her tongue traced the barely
defined muscles of his chest. “Feels good?” She asked as she moved her hands to
her Gryffindor tie, working it off.
 
Harry nodded as she pulled away and began unbuttoning her shirt with nimble
fingers. Harry was unable to tear his eyes away from the sight.
 
Angelina dropped her shirt over the side of the bed and smirked, raising her
hands to the clasp of her bra. She opened it and pulled it off as well,
dropping it by the side of the bed. “There. Now we’re even.” She told him with
a saucy smirk.
 
Harry nodded, unable to form a more intelligent response, as his gaze was
riveted to her breasts. Her skin was just barely lighter where the sun had
never been allowed to meet it, and her nipples were a surprisingly dark brown,
almost black. Harry was struck by the urge to taste them, and he had leaned
forward and taken one into his mouth almost before he knew what he was doing.
 
As soon as his lips closed around it, Angelina gasped and moaned, cradling his
head to her breast and leaning slightly back to grant him better access to her
body.
 
“There, now, this isn’t so hard, is it? All you needed was confidence.” She
said breathily, before it trailed off into another long moan as Harry turned
his attention to her other nipple, bringing a hand into play on the nipple he
had just left. “Mm, yeah, that’s really good.” She encouraged.
 
Harry reached down to trail his fingers over the waistband of her trousers as
he licked and sucked on her, wishing he knew if it would be rude to open her
trousers without asking. He hesitated.
 
“Go ahead, take them off me. Girls will probably expect you to be the
aggressor, Harry. We’re used to the guy taking charge in a relationship, and
some girls will never make the first move, so you need to learn to lead in
these kinds of situations.” She said helpfully, then raised her hips and helped
Harry get them off of her.
 
“Right.” Harry said. He quickly shucked his own remaining clothes as Angelina
moved to lie against the pillows.
 
Harry gulped when Angelina spread her legs for him, holding out her arms.
“Let’s do this now, please? It’s been too long since I’ve had a boyfriend, and
I miss sex.”
 
Who was Harry to tell her no? He moved over her, and then flushed. “Um…”
 
Angelina smiled and reached down to guide him in. When her hand encountered his
erection, she froze, and her eyes widened as she squeezed him a few times, and
then leaned up on her elbows to look at it in shock.
 
Harry flushed. “What? I’m not deformed, am I?” He asked, looking at himself
nervously.
 
Angelina just let out a sigh and leaned back against the pillows with a huge
smile on her face. “No, Harry, actually, you’re very well-built. This is going
to be great.” She decided.
 
Harry looked down at his cock. ‘Really? Well, how about that. Not every part of
me is tiny, after all.’ He thought smugly.
 
Angelina wrapped her hand around him again, and this time, she wrapped an arm
around his shoulders to draw him close. “One more thing:” She said to him
softly. “Normally, you’ll have to use a contraceptive charm. I’m already taking
the Contraceptus potion, so I don’t need to worry about those things, but most
girls are not on the potion, so make sure you check in the future.” She warned
him as he finally rested against her entrance. “There. I think you can figure
out the rest yourself, hm?”
 
Harry smiled. “I think so.” He agreed, and pushed in.
 
Angelina moaned loudly and wrapped her legs around his waist. “Oh, Merlin,
yes!” Angelina sighed, letting her eyes close as she clung to Harry.
 
Harry gasped at the hot, wet, tight feeling of being inside someone for the
first time. It was amazing, and the feeling only increased when he moved his
hips slightly, feeling her inner walls flutter around his length.
 
Harry set up a quick pace, wishing he could draw the experience out, but his
body was too demanding at the moment for him to manage such control.
 
Angelina didn’t seem to mind, if the new pitch her voice reached as she shouted
was any indication. At one point, her back even came straight up off the bed as
he inner walls clamped down on him, and then began pulsing round his length
tightly as she screamed: “God, Harry, keep going!”
 
Harry’s cock pulsed at hearing his name from her lips, and he bit his lip to
keep from coming.
 
His control was shattered only minutes later when her slick inner walls seemed
to flutter around him again, pulsing wildly.
 
Angelina cried out wordlessly, then melted into the bed as Harry braced his
weight on his arms, staring at her as they both panted, worn out.
 
Then, Angelina smiled brightly. “That was wonderful.” She purred.
 
Harry flushed one last time, mostly in pride this time. “Thanks.” He said.
“But… You didn’t finish.” He said. “Sorry.”
 
Angelina laughed and shook her head. “Actually, Harry, I reached orgasm twice.
There’s absolutely nothing for you to be sorry about. It really was great.” She
said as she reached up and wrapped an arm around his neck to pull him down for
a kiss.
 
Harry kissed her deeply, newly thankful that he had gotten that impromptu
kissing lesson from Rowena.
 
Angelina sighed after he broke the kiss. “So, about that bath you promised me?”
She asked with a grin. “I could really do with one now. I’m all sweaty and
sticky. Hm, and I think I’m leaking. Merlin, you came quite a bit.” She
giggled, looking down at the puddle of feminine juices and semen between her
legs, wetting the sheets.
 
Harry flushed and reached down to rifle through his clothes until he found his
wand. He cast a quick cleaning charm on the bed and then stood, holding out a
hand for her. “The bathroom is through here.” He said, leading her to the right
door.
 
“Thank you for choosing me, Harry. And don’t worry, I don’t kiss and tell. Even
if I do take the virginity of someone famous, I believe that knowledge is for
me and the other party only.”
 
Harry shrugged. “I had a feeling you would keep my secret. And you are hot, so
it was kind of selfishness on my part. I’m just happy you said yes. Katie Bell
was looking at me like she wanted to tie me down and whip me, or something. She
had an evil look in her eye that worried me.”
 
Angelina laughed. “She probably would, at that. She’s a little kinky.”
 
“Merlin preserve me.” Was Harry’s opinion on the subject, delivered with a
small shudder that made Angelina giggle as she closed the bathroom door.
 
***** Shiloe's First Morning *****
Chapter Notes
     Now we get to where Shiloe starts appearing. He'll be Out for quite a
     while before Harry returns, so be ready to spend a while getting to
     know him. Fair warning, he can come off as a bit caustic at first. He
     gets better, but it takes some time.
Harry smiled widely, lying back on the bed. “Wow. I’m not a virgin anymore.” He
said softly to himself, his smile growing at the thought.
 
‘Congratulations.’ Shiloe drawled.
 
Harry rolled his eyes. “Did you watch?” He asked.
 
‘Hardly. It’s not my place, nor am I interested at all in your conquests. Only
my own.’ He said simply.
 
“Oh. Well, I think I’m going to write a letter to Molly, letting her know that
you like her.” Harry said cheekily.
 
‘No! Dammit!’ Shiloe shouted.
 
“Are you embarrassed?!”
 
Shiloe was silent for a while, before he grudgingly answered: ‘Shiloe do not
need parental figures. She will probably try to become mine.’
 
Harry laughed. “Even more reason for me to do it.” He said.
 
*****
 
‘I’m going to apologise in advance.’ Shiloe suddenly said.
 
Harry paused in proofreading the letter to Molly. “Why?” He asked.
 
Shiloe was silent for so long that Harry almost thought he was gone before he
heard Shiloe reply, very quietly.
 
‘I become active tomorrow.’
 
Harry froze. “I see.”
 
Shiloe sighed. ‘Don’t get like that, Harry. I can’t help it! At least one of
our anchors is here, and I can feel it.’
 
Harry growled internally. “Your, not our.” He snarled, getting up and pacing in
front of the fire. “Damn, I’m going to miss the first month of classes, aren’t
I?”
 
Shiloe chuckled. ‘Don’t worry, I take better notes than you anyway, you’ll get
muscle memory to help with wand movements, and I can feed you any other
information you need once you get the body back.’ He said smugly. ‘Oh, and they
are indeed our anchors, since you cannot help but become at least friends with
them. They will be spending quite a lot of time with you in the future, I
daresay.’
 
Harry sighed. “Well, who are they?” He asked.
 
‘Beats me.’ was Shiloe’s quick reply. ‘I won’t know until I meet them myself.’
 
Harry growled. “Great. Just great. Will you explain things to Ron and
Hermione?”
 
He heard Shiloe give a long-suffering sigh. ‘Fine. I’ll find a way to tell them
in private.’
 
“Thanks. I need to get this sent off tonight, then.” Harry decided, and then
set off for the owlery, Shiloe trying to persuade him not to send it the whole
time.
 
“If you don’t want it sent so badly, why don’t you stop me?” He asked cheekily.
 
‘This isn’t a dire enough need. I won’t hit you or restrain you without a good
reason, now that you know I can do it. I was just proving a point last time.’
He replied. ‘Now, must you send that?’ He asked as Harry reached the owlery.
 
“Yes.” Harry said as Hedwig came to him. He tied the letter to her leg and
petted her a few times. “Alright, girl, it’s for Molly, ok?” He told her.
 
She hooted and took off.
 
Harry sighed. “Time to get to bed.” He said wearily. “It’s been a long day.”
 
*****
 
Shiloe drew in his first deep breath and felt awareness of the body flow
through him like never before. He was in control of it, and he was in it,
rather than of it.
 
Sensation was washing through him in gentle waves, the feeling of cotton boxers
and bed linens making him rub eagerly against the bed he was in, sighing.
“Ohhh.” He moaned softly, eyes closed and lips parted. He stopped writhing, the
sensation finally fading as he became used to it.
 
“Well, that was certainly wonderful.” He stretched and another moan escaped his
lips. “Man, I could get used to this.” He mumbled.
 
He sat and tested his limbs, quickly figuring out exactly how to get them to
move the way he wanted. He didn’t plan on being as clumsy as Harry.
 
“Alright, then.” He purred, finally ready to begin his own life. “Let’s get the
day started.”
 
He got dressed in Harry’s school uniform, sneering at the quality. ‘Need to go
shopping.’ He decided, heading out to the common room, then to Salazar’s room
to grab Ducen before heading to breakfast.
 
“Hi, Guys. Bye, Guys.” He said as he waved to the portraits.
 
“Wait.” Salazar’s voice commanded.
 
Shiloe turned. “Sir?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.
 
Salazar smirked. “Indeed. Before you leave, know this: These rooms are warded
against outside influences of all kinds getting through.”
 
Shiloe blinked a few times, then sighed. “I see.” He sat down and checked his
mental shields. As he had known they would be, they were paper-thin and fluid-
looking. “Shit. How bad is it going to be?” He asked.
 
Salazar narrowed his eyes. “There are at least one hundred students in the
school at all times during the school year, with the exception of holidays, and
several staff members.”
 
“Fuck me.” Shiloe muttered.
 
“Gladly, if you’ll come to me.” Salazar retorted with a smirk.
 
Shiloe shook his head with a smile. “Okay, so I need to find my anchors and
bond with them fast. I’ll just have to hope I can last until then.” He said,
eyeing the anchor-bonds that were floating from him, not connected to his
anchors yet, but waiting for them to get close enough to properly form the
bond.
 
“Merlin’s saggy balls, I have nine anchors?! That’s quite a lot.” He said to
himself.
 
“A high number of anchors suggest mental and emotional instability.” Helga
commented absently.
 
Shiloe shot her portrait a smirk. “And you would know, wouldn’t you?” He teased
the clairvoyant.
 
“Yes.” She said dreamily.
 
Shiloe chuckled and stood. “Alright, I won’t gain anything by staying here and
hiding from Harry’s classes, and I don’t think he’d appreciate the lack of
completed work under his name in the grade book.” He said, stretching.
 
“Have fun!” Godric called.
 
Shiloe shot him a droll look and left the room without another word.
 
‘FUCK, SHIT, AND DAMNATION!’ Was the only thought he had time to form before he
crumpled to the floor, unconscious.
 
***** First Anchor *****
Chapter Notes
     Disclaimer: This chapter, and the next, contain parts taken directly
     from Goblet of Fire, altered only slightly. I make no money from
     including them in here, and I don’t own those sections.
     Two chapters in one night! I'm being all generous and shit! Imagine!
Shiloe opened his eyes and groaned. The aftershocks of so many emotions that
were not his own were still roiling through him, and his head gave a vicious
throb in protest. The room spun dizzily around him.
 
“Bugger.” He muttered, looking around.
 
Things were blurry.
 
He realized that someone had put Harry’s glasses on him, and his blood ran
cold.
 
He had passed out.
 
In the fourth floor hall of Hogwarts.
 
He was no longer there, obviously, so where was he and who had found him?
 
He took the glasses off and looked around, then sighed. He was safe, at least.
There were little things that could pose a direct threat to him in Hogwarts’
hospital wing, but who had found him and brought him here?
 
“Ah, you’re awake, I see. Shiloe.”
 
Shiloe groaned, closing his eyes. “Fuck you, go away.” He said.
 
Dumbledore walked to the bed and smiled at him. “I know you don’t like me-“
 
“That’s an understatement.” Shiloe interjected.
 
“But we must tryto get along, for Harry’s sake.”
 
“No, we don’t. Because we won’t. I am not your little Harry, Headmaster. You
would do well to leave me alone and not try to pry into my life. Harry will
allow it, but I will not.” He snarled.
 
Another swell of emotion hit him, and he turned over the side of the bed and
promptly vomited.
 
Dumbledore patted his back, vanishing the mess.
 
Shiloe turned around on the bed in a lightning-fast movement, as wind started
howling through the hospital wing. “Do not TOUCH me!” Shiloe screamed, feeling
Dumbledore’s emotions rocket through him.
 
He felt worry, fear, great care and affection for Harry, and regret over
Harry’s fate that did nothing but add fuel to Shiloe’s hatred for the man. It
might have been a perfectly human mistake that Dumbledore had made regarding
Harry’s care, but sending him back every summer, knowing that he was being
maltreated to any extent, was unforgivable in Shiloe’s eyes.
 
Dumbledore sat in a chair, sighing. “Helga brought you here since only she
could touch you without you screaming in pain. What must we do about your lack
of shielding?” He asked.
 
“We do nothing. I find my anchors. Actually, you might be able to help with
that. If I can go into a room where I will not be seen and you have others
stand just outside the door, I can tell you when an anchor is there.”
 
Dumbledore nodded, and then called Madam Pomfrey into the room.
 
She bustled in and began running diagnostic spells over Shiloe.
 
Shiloe watched the magic with interest. Unlike the silvery colour of the
castle’s ambient magic, this magic was lime green—healing and diagnostic magic.
 
Once Madam Pomfrey had finished, she waved her wand and a door appeared, set
into the wall. “You can rest in here, and I will stay with you. The Headmaster
will bring in students—one to five at a time only, Albus, if you please—and you
will let me know if any of them are an anchor to you. If so, we will begin
sending students from the group away until you are left with your first anchor.
We will only continue until we find the first, since you only need the one to
build up your shields, and you will be left to discover the others on your
own.”
 
Shiloe nodded. “Fair’s fair, I suppose. The hospital wing must be warded. I
don’t feel as overrun in here.” He said absently, looking at the dark blue and
light pink spells around the walls. Strong protective and calming spells, cast
anew every few years by the Headmaster of the school to keep them fresh.
 
It was ancient magic that was no longer taught, but Rowena had explained that
he, as well as Harry, would be taught the spells when needed, as she taught
each Headmaster when they took their turn to head the school.
 
“The hospital wing is warded, yes. That’s why we will be bringing in the
students. It will be safer for you that way.” She explained.
 
Shiloe nodded. “Fine, then.”
 
“This way.” Madam Pomfrey said briskly. She led him into the small room, and he
sat on the edge of the bed, while she took the chair next to the door.
 
Dumbledore left, and was back a few minutes later, talking softly to someone.
 
Shiloe felt the emotions and recoiled at the feel of the magical signatures of
Ron and Hermione.
 
He looked at Pomfrey. “Neither of them, but I would like to speak with them
briefly, if that is allowed.”
 
Madam Pomfrey nodded. “Neither is an anchor, Albus, but please bring them in.”
 
Ron and Hermione were ushered into the room.
 
Shiloe watched for a few minutes in smug glee as they stood, nervously waiting
for his reaction to them.
 
“You two had better not act like that around me in public, if you know what’s
good for you. You’ll expose me to the entire Wizarding world, and I will be
most displeased. Act like you would around Harry in public, and I will do the
same. However, know that I am not the friend you know. If you wish to become
Pack, I suggest that you try to get to know me without letting your feelings
about Harry get in the way.” He finished, and then smiled. “However, I thank
you for being there for him.”
 
Hermione nodded. “We care for him, and we’d love to get to know you, too.”
 
Shiloe smirked. “Would you?” He asked in a dismissive tone. “Either way, please
leave now. I need to find an anchor before I can get to class.”
 
Hermione cocked her head. “Oh, that reminds me! If you’re here, then who-”
 
“Salazar Slytherin is filling in for him, so that no one knows who is in here.”
Dumbledore told them from the doorway.
 
Ron seemed to be suffering from a bit of shock. He had been pale and silent the
whole time. Understandable, since he was a Pureblood, and seeing Shiloe would
hammer home the extent of the abuse his best friend had suffered, while never
saying a word about how bad it had really been.
 
After they left, Shiloe sighed in relief and massaged his temples. “Weasley
emotion is a formidable force.” He told Madam Pomfrey when she seemed ready to
dose him with a headache potion.
 
She merely smiled and nodded. “That it is.” She agreed.
 
Dumbledore came back with the next group of students.
 
Shiloe straightened, feeling Ginny, Neville and two magical signatures he did
not recognize. The thing that had his attention, though, was the bond that had
flared suddenly, causing a bright blue flash to obscure Shiloe’s vision for a
moment. He looked at the fully-formed bond and smiled at Madam Pomfrey. “It’s
Neville.” He whispered.
 
Madam Pomfrey nodded. “Neville can stay, Albus. Send the others back to class,
please.”
 
Shiloe felt the others leave, and sighed, as his emotions settled into slight
apprehension and curious expectation, the emotions coming off of Neville.
 
He walked out of the room and smiled at the sturdy fourth year. “Hi.”
 
Neville frowned. “Harry? But I saw you in class!” He said in total bafflement.
 
Shiloe sighed. “That wasn’t me. I believe it was a phantom image of me that the
Founders conjured, for my protection from being discovered. I know this may be
hard to hear, considering how close to Harry you are, but I am not Harry. My
name is one I am sure you’ve heard before, if only in passing. I am Shiloe.” He
said gently, walking toward Neville slowly.
 
Neville shook his head. “I don’t understand. You’ve… Harry, I mean, has always
been so happy and strong. How could someone abused enough to manifest a Shiloe
grow up like that?” He asked.
 
Shiloe shrugged. “He is happy, here. And the strength you see is mostly luck
and quick thinking. He’s had help every time he’s needed it, too.”
 
“Oh.” Neville’s eyes widened and he looked at Shiloe in shock.
 
Shiloe felt comprehension, sadness, compassion, and finally, hope flare within
him. “Why are you telling me all this?” He asked in a whisper.
 
Shiloe smiled gently and slowly raised his hand to touch the skittish teen’s
face. “I need you.” He said softly, knowing that those words would mean the
most to the Gryffindor, who had never truly been needed and valued. “You’re my
first anchor.” He added for clarification.
 
“Oh.”
 
Shiloe felt delight fill Neville’s entire being, soon joined by affection and a
feeling of devotion that Shiloe was only half-surprised had kindled within him
so quickly. Neville would stay with him for as long as Shiloe could love him,
he knew.
 
“Would it be alright if I kissed you?” Shiloe asked quietly. “To seal the
bond?”
 
Neville blushed, his eyes flicking to Madam Pomfrey and Dumbledore.
 
Shiloe realized that he must be asking for Neville’s first kiss, and Neville
obviously did not want to give it with an audience. He turned to the adults and
snapped, “Do you two mind?! Please leave us, if only for a moment.” He added in
a harsher tone.
 
Madam Pomfrey and Dumbledore quickly walked into her office, shutting the door
to afford them privacy.
 
Shiloe sighed in relief. “Now, I will need to kiss you to seal the bond. Am I
correct in assuming this will be your first kiss, as well?”
 
Neville nodded. “Uh, yeah. I’m not really all that popular with the… Well,
anyone.” He admitted.
 
“Actually, that’s good.” Shiloe said with a smirk. “I like that I’m the first
to kiss you. I’m going to be your first for everything if you accept this bond,
you know. I won’t share, and I am a sexual creature, so there will be a
physical aspect to our relationship from the first. Can you accept all of
this?” He asked, needing to be sure that Neville, at his age, was able to
accept the longevity of an anchor-bond. He needed to know before he bound them
irrevocably for years, and perhaps for life.
 
“I can accept it, and I will accept you, Shiloe.” Neville said, and Shiloe
smiled widely, amazed to hear the traditional response from someone so young.
 
“Wonderful.” Shiloe breathed. He leaned down and sealed his mouth over
Neville’s, surprised at the softness of his lips. He ran his tongue gently over
Neville’s bottom lip, and Neville parted his lips, letting Shiloe in willingly.
 
Shiloe eagerly mapped out every corner of Neville’s mouth. He felt the bond
settle between them, giving one contented pulse before it warmed and
solidified. His mental shields, too, became firmer and his empathy dulled down
to a general buzz of background noise.
 
He raised his head and took a long, smug look at Neville’s flushed cheeks, wide
eyes and kiss-bruised, still-moist lips.
 
“We need to get to class soon.” Shiloe reminded Neville.
 
Neville nodded. “We have Care of Magical Creatures in fifteen minutes. My stuff
is still out in the greenhouse, we’ll have to run out and grab it.” He frowned.
“I can’t believe I missed the last bit of Herbology!”
 
Shiloe chuckled. “Was it worth it?” He asked.
 
“Of course.” Neville said. “I’d take you over dirt any day.”
 
Shiloe nodded. “Are you ready to head to class now?”
 
“Yeah.”
 
Shiloe grabbed Harry’s glasses, charming them to be clear glass so as not to
arouse suspicion by not wearing them anymore. He turned to Madam Pomfrey’s
closed office door. “Bye, Madam Pomfrey!” He yelled, ignoring the fact that
Dumbledore was in there too, as he grabbed Neville’s hand and headed for the
door.
 
Neville fell into step beside him. “Aren’t you going to say good-bye to
Dumbledore?” He asked as they headed out into the hall.
 
“Nope. I don’t like him. He sent Harry back to that place, when Harry begged to
stay here.” Shiloe snarled. “I’d be careful with him, since he is obviously
going senile in his old age.”
 
Neville frowned. “He knew and still made Harry stay? That doesn’t sound like
him.”
 
“He told Harry that the blood wards were his best hope. Too bad the beatings
tried to kill him before the Death Eaters could manage it.” Shiloe hissed.
 
Neville began fanning himself. “Is it getting hotter in here?” He asked as they
neared the doors.
 
“Sorry.” Shiloe took a few deep breaths and calmed himself.
 
Neville blinked a few times. “Were you doing that?” He asked.
 
“Shiloe can control the weather.” Shiloe said smugly.
 
Neville smiled with glee. “Wicked!”
 
“I’m going to ask that you act the same around me in public that you would with
Harry. I don’t want anyone to know about me.” Shiloe said in a low tone as they
approached the greenhouse.
 
They got Neville’s stuff and were heading to Care of Magical Creatures when
they saw… Harry… Running towards them.
 
Shiloe stopped and raised an eyebrow. “Well, hello, self.” He said in
bemusement.
 
“Oh, witty.” The mirror-image of Harry sneered. “I am going to release the
phantom now that you are going back to class, Shiloe.”
 
Shiloe smirked. “Salazar, how are you even doing this?” He asked. “I thought
you guys couldn’t physically leave the castle.”
 
The phantom sighed. “We can’t, and for this stunt I am going to be too drained
to physically manifest for a week, at least. We can summon phantoms when we
need to, but we usually don’t, because controlling them from the castle is too
much of a drain on the castle’s magic—our magic—to do something like this
without dire need. But protecting our Heir is dire need, especially when Helga
said that we’ll need you in the future. I can’t tell you what for.” He said,
and then the phantom dissolved.
 
Shiloe rolled his eyes. “Okay, that was weird, now let’s get to class.” He
said.
 
Neville snorted and followed Shiloe.
 
They met up with Ron and Hermione quickly, and joined them the rest of the way,
soon meeting the rest of the class as they neared Hagrid’s hut for Care of
Magical Creatures.
 
Hagrid was standing outside his hut, one hand on the collar of his enormous
black boarhound, Fang. There were several open wooden crates on the ground at
his feet, and Fang was whimpering and straining at his collar, apparently keen
to investigate the contents more closely. As they drew nearer, an odd rattling
noise reached their ears, punctuated by what sounded like minor explosions.
 
“Mornin’!” Hagrid said, grinning at Shiloe, Ron, and Hermione. “Be’er wait fer
the Slytherins, they won’ want ter miss this — Blast-Ended Skrewts!”
 
“Come again?” Ron asked with a frown.
 
Hagrid pointed down into the crates.
 
“Eurgh!” Squealed Lavender Brown, jumping backward.
 
“Eurgh” just about summed up the Blast-Ended Skrewts, in Shiloe’s opinion. They
looked like deformed, shell-less lobsters, horribly pale and slimy-looking,
with legs sticking out in very odd places and no visible heads. There were
about a hundred of them in each crate, each about six inches long, crawling
over one another, bumping blindly into the sides of the boxes. They were giving
off a very powerful smell of rotting fish. Every now and then, sparks would fly
out of the end of a Skrewt, and with a small “phut,” it would be propelled
forward several inches.
 
“On’y jus’ hatched,” Said Hagrid proudly, “so yeh’ll be able ter raise ’em
yerselves! Thought we’d make a bit of a project of it!”
 
“And why would we want to raise them?” Asked a cold voice.
 
The Slytherins had arrived. The speaker was Draco Malfoy.
 
Shiloe turned to look at him, and another bright blue flash stunned him,
quickly followed by one more. He closed his eyes, a bit nauseous at two anchor-
bonds attaching themselves almost in synchronicity. He swayed a bit as he was
startled by feeling two more people as keenly as he had felt Neville when he
had first met with him in the hospital wing.
 
As Hagrid answered, Neville unobtrusively grabbed his wrist from where he stood
nearby, the touch grounding Shiloe and letting him focus on the class, rather
than the bonds now attaching him to Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini.
 
‘At least I got the two cute Slytherins.’ Shiloe thought in humour, eyeing
Crabbe and Goyle with distaste, before turning his attention back to what
Hagrid was saying.
 
“…not sure what they’ll go fer — I got ant eggs an’ frog livers an’ a bit o’
grass snake — just try ’em out with a bit of each.”
 
“First pus and now this.” Seamus muttered.
 
Shiloe had to agree, glad the he had missed whatever ‘pus’ Seamus had been
referring to. It was disgusting enough feeding the Skrewts.
 
He held a hand filled with the slimy, disgusting things he was trying to feed
them inside the box. “Well, this is entirely revolting.” He said in an
undertone to Ron, Hermione and Neville, who all nodded their agreement.
 
“So, Neville?” Hermione whispered.
 
“Yeah?”
 
“Are you…?” She looked meaningfully at Shiloe, who was staring back, eyes
narrowed.
 
He looked like he was waiting for her to say something revealing about him
aloud so he’d have an excuse to rip her tongue out.
 
Neville flushed and looked at Shiloe.
 
He rolled his eyes and shrugged, giving Neville permission to answer her.
 
Neville smiled, ducking his head. “Yeah.” He said softly, but happily.
 
Hermione smiled widely at him. “I’m glad.” She said simply, turning back to
feeding the Skrewts.
 
Shiloe sighed in relief. So long as she kept wording sensitive information
vaguely enough, Shiloe could let it slide, he supposed. For Harry’s sake. He
needed his friends.
 
“Ouch!” Yelled Dean Thomas after about ten minutes. “It got me!”
 
Hagrid hurried over to him, looking anxious.
 
“Its end exploded!” Dean shouted angrily, showing Hagrid a burn on his hand.
 
“Ah, yeah, that can happen when they blast off,” Hagrid said as he nodded.
 
“Eurgh!” Said Lavender Brown again. “Eurgh, Hagrid, what’s that pointy thing on
it?”
 
“Ah, some of ’em have got stings,” Said Hagrid enthusiastically (Lavender
quickly withdrew her hand from the box). “I reckon they’re the males… The
females’ve got sorta sucker things on their bellies... I think they might be
ter suck blood.”
 
“Well, I can certainly see why we’re trying to keep them alive,” Said Malfoy
sarcastically. “Who wouldn’t want pets that can burn, sting, and bite all at
once?”
 
“Just because they’re not very pretty, it doesn’t mean they’re not useful,”
Hermione snapped. “Dragon blood’s amazingly magical, but you wouldn’t want a
dragon for a pet, would you?”
 
Shiloe and Ron grinned at Hagrid, who gave them a furtive smile from behind his
bushy beard. Hagrid would have liked nothing better than a pet dragon, as
Harry, Ron, and Hermione (and Shiloe through Harry) knew only too well — he had
owned one for a brief period during their first year, a vicious Norwegian
Ridgeback by the name of Norbert. Hagrid simply loved monstrous creatures, the
more lethal, the better.
 
Shiloe wasn’t sure whether or not that worried him.
 
 
***** First Feeding *****
Chapter Notes
     A short chapter, but I like this one.
“Well, at least the Skrewts are small,” said Ron as they made their way back up
to the castle for lunch an hour later.
 
“They are now.” Hermione said in an exasperated voice, “But once Hagrid’s found
out what they eat, I expect they’ll be six feet long!”
 
“Well, that won’t matter if they turn out to cure seasickness or something,
will it?” Teased Ron, grinning slyly at her.
 
“You know perfectly well I only said that to shut Malfoy up.” Hermione said.
“As a matter of fact, I think he’s right. The best thing to do would be to
stamp on the lot of them before they start attacking us all.”
 
Shiloe kept silent, watching Malfoy’s retreating back with hungry eyes. Now
that he had found his first anchor and got a taste of what the bonds could do
for him, grounding him as well as giving him a warm, content feeling of
fulfilment, he wanted more.
 
He saw Malfoy head off, telling his friends he had to use the bathroom, and
smiled.
 
“There’s something I have to do really quick. I’ll see you later.” He said,
brushing his fingertips against Neville’s palm before he left, following the
route Malfoy had taken.
 
He found Malfoy standing in a deserted hallway, apparently not going to the
bathroom after all.
 
“I thought so.” The blonde said, narrowing his grey eyes in suspicion. “You
were staring at me all through class. Why?” He demanded.
 
Shiloe sighed and walked into a deserted classroom. Malfoy followed.
 
Shiloe closed the door and used a Shiloe ward—one that Shiloe had instinctive
knowledge of, but no one else could learn or cast—and sat on a desk.
 
“Hello, Draco Malfoy. I’m overjoyed to meet you.” Shiloe said formally, using
the greeting a Shiloe used when meeting an anchor that might prove volatile.
“Bear me no ill will, and hear me out.”
 
Draco frowned. “What?” He asked.
 
“I am not the one you dislike, but a being that has no reason to deserve your
enmity. The road I have travelled has been fraught with hardship, and I have
not remained untouched by it. I am Shiloe, and I need to bond with you as an
anchor, or risk death or madness without you.” He said.
 
“Is this your idea of a sick joke?” Draco asked, sneering.
 
Shiloe raised an eyebrow, and it began to hail.
 
Draco tried to escape the golf-ball-sized balls of ice hitting his head and
shoulders. “Shite, alright, I believe you!” He yelled.
 
Shiloe stopped the hail.
 
“Fuck. I’m an anchor?”
 
Shiloe smirked, and then inclined his head, once.
 
Draco sighed. “I don’t like Potter.”
 
“I don’t ask that you do so, simply that you do not judge me by the way he is.
I am a separate person altogether.” Shiloe explained.
 
“It’s a sexual bond.” Draco said. It obviously was not a question, but
something he already knew to be true.
 
“That it is.” Shiloe agreed.
 
Draco narrowed his eyes. “I top exclusively.” He said.
 
Shiloe shrugged. “That’s fine by me.” He said nonchalantly. “I just want to
make sure I have my anchors. Madness and death do not sound very palatable to
me.”
 
Draco nodded. “Do we need to have sex right away?” He asked.
 
Shiloe sighed. “Well, I became active today, and I haven’t had a chance to take
my sustenance yet. I need either sex or blood, and soon. Or I will begin to
lose control of my powers, and I want to remain secret.”
 
Draco cocked his head. “So, this will be a relationship where we go our
separate ways once you’ve gotten what you need from me?” He asked.
 
Shiloe smirked. “No. I fully intend to spend time with you and get to know you
better, but it will have to be behind closed doors. We will treat each other
the same as you and Harry do in public. Except that you could be a bit nicer.”
He suggested.
 
Draco smirked. “I suppose that’s true. Doesn’t mean I’m going to, though.”
 
Shiloe shook his head. “I guess not. Now, are you willing to seal the bond and
give me sustenance, or do I need to go find another anchor?” He asked.
 
“Fine.” Draco said. “What do I need to do to seal it?”
 
Shiloe smirked. “All I need is a simple kiss to seal the bond.” He said.
 
Draco rolled his eyes, but grabbed Shiloe around the waist and pulled him
close. “I may not like Potter, but I have a reputation as an incredible lover
and kisser, and I refuse to let anything change that. I suppose that makes you
a very lucky Shiloe.” He said, and then claimed Shiloe’s mouth heatedly.
 
Shiloe gasped into the kiss when Draco’s hand fisted in his hair, tugging
slightly as his sharp little teeth nipped at Shiloe’s bottom lip. Shiloe felt
Draco bring his tongue into play and mewled, thrusting against Draco’s groin,
feeling an answering hardness there. It seemed Draco wasn’t as impartial toward
Harry as he liked to proclaim.
 
Again, Shiloe felt the bond solidify and give a single pulse before it settled,
humming slightly, like the other. He broke the kiss in satisfaction.
 
Draco sighed in disgust and held out his left arm. “Drink quickly, please, and
let me get to lunch.”
 
Shiloe took the proffered arm, a little saddened that Draco offered blood
rather than sex, but at this point, he supposed that was to be expected. He
licked over the inner forearm, delighting in the taste, and hummed before he
looked into Draco’s eyes, called out his Feeding fangs, and opened his mouth.
 
Draco jerked back slightly at the first sight of the vampire-like fangs, then
calmed and let Shiloe bite him.
 
Shiloe made the bite pleasurable, thrilling at Draco’s soft moan as he sucked
gently at the Slytherin’s arm, taking Draco’s blood and magic into himself, the
feeding stabilizing him more than the bonds alone could.
 
Finally, every sense became fully alert, like a rose unfolding to catch the
rays of the sun. He could hear, see and smell better than before, and even the
taste of Draco’s sweet blood had gained different depths of flavour he hadn’t
noticed before.
 
He pulled his mouth away from Draco’s arm, licking the small wounds gently.
“I’m not a vampire, so you’ll have to either cover that with glamour or
clothing until it heals.” He said. “Sorry.”
 
Draco sneered. “Well, if you had told me that before, I would have bent you
over one of these desks instead.” He sighed, poking at the tiny holes that were
still just barely oozing tiny droplets of blood.
 
Shiloe smirked. “There’s no need to use these desks when I have four perfectly
usable beds in my private suite.” He said smugly.
 
Draco looked at him in interest. “Oh? Private, you say? Do tell me more.”
 
“Meet me on the fourth floor tonight, in front of the picture of a meadow full
of red flowers, at six. I’ll show you. You’ll have to deal with any other
anchors I may have there as well, but that’s alright, I’m sure.” Shiloe said.
 
Draco nodded. “I can handle that, provided Weasley and Weaslette are not
anchors as well.” He said.
 
Shiloe chuckled. “They aren’t, thank Merlin. I don’t think I could handle that,
either.”
 
“Fine. Six o’clock sharp. I’ll be there.” Draco said.
 
Shiloe nodded. “You can go to lunch now. I have to go as well.” He said.
 
Draco left, casting one more glance back at Shiloe before he turned the corner.
 
Shiloe left the classroom unwarded and leaned against the wall with a heaving
sigh. He smiled widely. The sounds of the group dining in the great hall were
able to reach his ears now, and everything looked sharper. He could see the
magic moving now, waves of colour dancing along the walls, and he could feel
the air currents that were moving about the castle brushing along his skin as
they slightly moved the tiny hairs there.
 
Everything was so much more intense.
 
Shiloe headed down to lunch, sitting between Neville and Hermione, Ron on
Hermione’s other side.
 
“So, what’s up?” Neville asked in an undertone.
 
“Later.” Shiloe whispered to him, glancing at Ron and Hermione.
 
Neville nodded.
 
Shiloe began to look at the food, using Harry’s memories to decide what to eat,
since he only wanted the most delicious foods. He had no need for food, but
still had to eat for appearances’ sake, so why not take only the best-tasting
morsels?
 
As other students filtered in, Shiloe began to eat.
 
He paused, fork halfway to his mouth, when yet another of his bonds flared blue
and connected. He felt confidence, dedication to his grades, and anticipation
over the Triwizard Tournament that was taking place this year. His head snapped
toward the entrance.
 
Holy.
 
Hell.
 
Shiloe’s eyes landed on a tall brunette who was grinning charmingly and
chatting animatedly with two girls. He quickly dug around in Harry’s memories
and came up with his identity: Cedric Diggory, Hufflepuff’s Seeker.
 
He smirked. This one was absolutely delicious. Tall, charming, and nicely
muscled. He lustfully watched Cedric take his seat at the Hufflepuff table and
hummed under his breath, already deciding how he was going to get the
Hufflepuff’s attention.
 
Shiloe was distracted by Blaise leaving the great hall, obviously finished
eating.
 
“Hm, I have to go. See you in class!” He said, following Blaise
surreptitiously. He saw the black teen head into a bathroom and followed him,
waiting near the sinks until Blaise came out of his stall.
 
Blaise stopped short at the sight of Shiloe leaned against a sink, arms folded
over his chest, obviously waiting for him. “Potter?” He asked in curiosity.
 
Shiloe smiled. “No.”
 
Blaise frowned. “What do you mean?”
 
“I’m not Harry. I’m actually someone I’m sure you’ve heard of. My name is
Shiloe.” He said. He was getting really sick of all the introductions.
 
Blaise snorted. “Right. Very funny, Potter. Please leave now.” He said in a
bored tone.
 
Shiloe stopped him. “If you don’t believe me, inhale deeply.” He said
demandingly.
 
Blaise narrowed his eyes, then stepped close to him and inhaled.
 
Shiloe smirked. “Honestly, the fact that I can tell what you are should be
proof enough.” He said dryly.
 
Blaise recoiled, stumbling back a few steps and falling on his ass.
 
Shiloe smirked. “See?” He asked.
 
Blaise shook his head. “It can’t be! You’re not even a real person!”
 
Shiloe snarled, crouching over Blaise and pinning him flat against the floor.
“I assure you, I am more than real. You have no choice in this, you know. Now
that you’ve caught the scent, your wolf will not let you rest until you’ve
claimed your mate.” He said.
 
Blaise closed his eyes and groaned. “Bloody fuck.”
 
Shiloe smiled. “Not the way I plan it. Unless you’re into blood?”
 
“When do we meet?” Blaise asked in resignation.
 
“Six o’clock, fourth floor. There is a picture of a meadow full of red flowers.
Meet me there.” He said.
 
Blaise nodded. “Alright.”
 
Shiloe claimed his mouth, knowing that Blaise had no option about it either
way, so asking was a moot point. A werewolf only ever had one mate, after all.
 
He felt the bond seal itself off, and sighed. “Now, I have to get to
Divination. I expect to see you tonight. And don’t worry. I mean you absolutely
no harm, despite our rather shaky start.”
 
Blaise sighed, and nodded. “I’ll be there.”
 
Shiloe smirked. “See that you are. I’ll be seeing you, then.”
 
He left as Blaise got up and dusted himself off with a sigh.
 
 
***** More Explanations *****
Chapter Notes
     I will be adding the Companion piece to this series, "Shiloe: Just
     the Two of Us," to this site as well, as soon as I post this. To make
     things easier, I will be adding after the chapter names which chapter
     of this story they correspond to. They will be listed as the chapter
     they take place in .5 as some of them fall directly between two
     chapters instead of during a given chapter. That will help clear
     things up for those that read this series later. At least, that's the
     hope.
Shiloe left divination and immediately headed for his rooms. He really wanted
to find Cedric, but he had to be in his rooms for his anchors’ arrival.
Luckily, it seemed that the Hufflepuff was hoping for a nice bath before
dinner. Shiloe found him as he passed the prefect bathroom and grabbed his
wrist before the sixth year could enter the bathroom. “Can I talk to you?” He
asked softly.
 
Cedric nodded. “Uh, yeah. Sure.”
 
Shiloe pulled him into a deserted classroom. “I don’t have very long to
explain, but I’m Shiloe, and you are one of my anchors.” He said.
 
“Oh.” Cedric said. “Oh, well. Okay. I’m not attached right now, and I am bi, so
I can accept the bond, and I will accept you, Shiloe.” He said formally, with a
bow.
 
Shiloe smiled happily. “Thank you.” He said in relief. “We need to seal it with
a kiss.”
 
Cedric smiled. “Sounds like fun.” He said, wrapping his arms around Shiloe’s
waist and pulling him close. He bent and brushed his lips over Shiloe’s once,
then claimed his mouth, gently.
 
Shiloe sighed and opened his mouth, moaning when Cedric’s tongue twined with
his own, stroking and teasing, the two muscles sliding together in an erotic
dance. He felt the bond settle and broke the kiss. “We need to get to my rooms.
Three other anchors are meeting me there tonight.”
 
Cedric smiled widely. “So, the pack forms.”
 
Shiloe chuckled. “That it does.” He agreed.
 
*****
 
Cedric and Shiloe headed to his rooms, meeting Neville outside the doors, where
he was already waiting for Shiloe.
 
Shiloe smiled at him in silent greeting. He laid his hand on the wall next to
the Founder’s portrait and the door appeared.
 
He led Neville and Cedric inside, and then locked the door. “Rowena, can you
tell me when Draco and Blaise arrive outside?” He asked.
 
“Of course.” Rowena said sweetly, and then disappeared from her frame.
 
Shiloe looked over at Salazar’s portrait. He was sleeping.
 
“Poor sod really overtaxed himself today.” Godric explained.
 
“Ahh.” Shiloe said, sadly. He had wanted to talk to him, but that could wait
until he woke.
 
Cedric smiled at Neville. “I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Cedric Diggory.” He
said, holding out a hand.
 
“N-Neville Longbottom.” Neville answered nervously, shaking the proffered hand.
 
“Nice to meet you, Neville.” Cedric said with another charming smile.
 
Cedric turned toward Shiloe. “Now, I want a bit more of an explanation. I had
always thought that Harry Potter was in a safe house, where his family was
taking care of him.”
 
Shiloe sneered. “The explanations will come soon, but you’ll find out soon
enough that ‘safe house’ might not have been the perfect description of the
Dursleys’ home.”
 
“Dursleys?” Cedric asked.
 
Neville chimed in. “Harry’s Aunt and Uncle, and their son. That’s who he was
living with.”
 
“Ah.” Cedric nodded. “That makes sense. But how could family be so cold toward
a child?” He asked. “It’s vile.”
 
“It really is.” Neville agreed. “Gram is strict and she can be mean, but she’s
never hit me in anger. She yells or casts itching charms if I do something
wrong.”
 
Cedric laughed. “I always got stinging hexes when I was naughty.” He agreed
with Neville.
 
Shiloe jumped as Rowena came back in and told him “They’re here.”
 
He took a deep breath, and opened the door, letting in Draco and Blaise.
 
Draco came in first, not even waiting until Shiloe had closed the door before
he said, firmly, “We want more information.”
 
Shiloe shut the door and waved them toward the chairs.
 
Draco curled his lip at Neville, but his eyes raked over Cedric’s form
interestedly. “Hm.” Was the only verbal response he gave to their presence as
he took a seat.
 
Blaise sat in the armchair right beside the couch and Shiloe sat on the couch,
curling his legs under him and sitting in the corner so he could reach out and
run his fingertips over Blaise’s arm.
 
“Alright, now I’ll tell you all what caused me. Harry was said to be living
with relatives, protected by blood wards, and that much is true. His relatives,
however, abused him. From the time he was old enough to reach the top of the
stove, he was made to cook every meal. He did all the chores around the house,
as well. He was blamed for everything that went wrong. Usual punishments would
include being punched and kicked by his obese uncle and cousin, almost always
to the point of blacking out, food being withheld for days at a time—he hardly
even had scraps to eat when he was fed—and being locked in the cupboard under
the stairs, which was his bedroom until he was got his Hogwarts letter.”
 
Neville was gulping and unable to face him by now.
 
Cedric was shaking his head, face clouded with anguish at the horrible lack of
a happy childhood the already overburdened teen had been faced with.
 
Draco’s hands were clenched on his chair, but he was otherwise outwardly
composed. Only Shiloe could feel the fury and horror beneath the calm surface.
 
Blaise was not faring quite as well. He was trembling with rage, teeth bared,
snarling as the wolf tried to break free to defend its mate from the horrors
being described.
 
Shiloe sighed. “There’s nothing left for you to protect me from. Get over here,
it will make this easier.” He said, patting the couch beside him.
 
Blaise sighed and got up, moving to the couch to curl protectively around his
mate.
 
Shiloe smiled, resting back against the solid weight of Blaise’s body. Then, he
frowned and sighed. “It all came to a head over the summer. He held back his
magic from defending him, and he… You have to promise that none of you will
tell him this. He doesn’t know, and it’s best that way. His capacity for
forgiveness is his best trait, and I want him to keep that.”
 
When they had all nodded, Neville reluctantly, Shiloe took a deep breath and
was able to continue.
 
“He sustained multiple fractured bones, including his skull and pelvis, and a
broken rib had pierced his lung. His kidneys and heart were slowly shutting
down, and he was in a coma. If I hadn’t taken on sentience, he would never have
been able to heal. As it was, I used up a lot of power making sure he was
healed enough not to know that he had been so very close to death. He had
begged to stay here almost every year, and Dumbledore refused him, every time.
He told Harry that he was safest there. The old man would see Harry dead if he
had his way. Unintentionally, but that is not an excuse. He should have seen
the signs, since they were numerous. Molly Weasley even knew that he was not
being fed right, and sent food and drink for him during the summer, which was
the only reason I had enough strength to heal him fully in the first place.” He
finished softly, hanging his head. “We came so close to losing everything. From
our sanity to our very lives.” He whispered, almost to himself.
 
Blaise whined softly, clutching Shiloe tighter and burying his face in the
troubled teen’s neck, breathing in his scent to reassure him that his mate was
safe.
 
Cedric finally noticed the strange behaviour and tensed. “Is he a Werewolf?” He
asked.
 
Shiloe sighed. “He’s harmless.” He said firmly. “I’m sure Snape knows and is
brewing him Wolfsbane.”
 
He felt Blaise’s nod from where his head was still buried.
 
“See?”
 
Cedric sighed. “If you say so.” He said uneasily.
 
Neville was wiping tears from his face, appalled at the extent of the abuse
Muggles could inflict. “Shi, I’m so sorry.” He said.
 
Shiloe raised an eyebrow at the nickname, but didn’t comment on it. “It’s not
like it was your fault. Actually, you’re part of the solution. You all are.
With me to protect him, he’ll never have to take that kind of treatment again.
I am more than strong enough to take over and get us out of bad situations if I
must. There are a few reasons I may not be able to help, if he has been
drugged, for example, I cannot fight my way through an inebriated mind. If I am
unable to protect him and you are able to, I will deal with the repercussions
that accompany a Shiloe’s exposure to publicity and will not fault you for
stepping in and revealing my existence.”
 
Draco stood and walked over to Shiloe. He held out a hand. “I can see how wrong
I was when I first met Potter. I want to make a fresh start with you, and
hopefully eventually redeem myself in his eyes, as well. Friends?”
 
Shiloe smirked. “Much more.” He said, taking the hand and using it to pull
Draco onto the couch on top of him and Blaise.
 
Draco shrieked as he fell, then sighed. “Hello, Blaise.” He said
conversationally, looking up at the one dark eye he could see that wasn’t
pressed up against Shiloe’s neck.
 
Blaise just blinked at him, then burrowed closer to his mate.
 
“His wolf is in almost total control right now. He won’t be able to speak until
he can make sense of everything in his mind. It may take several minutes.”
Shiloe explained, listening to Blaise’s quiet whimpers and snarls. He was
apologizing for Shiloe’s past and vowing to protect him for as long as they
lived.
 
“So, about the sexual part of the bond.” Draco began, leering up at Shiloe.
“You said you had beds? Plural?”
 
Shiloe smirked, rolling his eyes. “Yes, plural. This used to be the common room
for the Founders, and each of the doors leading off of this room leads to a
different Founder’s private suite of rooms.” He explained.
 
Draco looked around, noting the portraits, and sneered at the one of Salazar,
who was still asleep. “Is he always sleeping?” He asked.
 
Shiloe laughed. “No. He expended a lot of energy today to keep my existence
secret. He will be back in action soon enough.” He said fondly.
 
Shiloe felt that he shared special bonds with Salazar and Rowena through their
understanding of each other’s temperaments, and Helga due to their shared
afflictions. He felt no such kinship with Godric, however, and found the man
irritating.
 
Neville smiled shyly. “I’d like to see them.” He said softly.
 
Draco looked over at him and sighed. “I suppose I’ll have to be civil with you,
too, Longbottom.” He said in a long-suffering tone, turning his eyes back up to
Shiloe.
 
“You could start by calling me Neville.” The timid teen said softly.
 
“Neville, then.” Draco said, waving a dismissive hand in Neville’s direction.
“So, do we have to ask for a tour?” He pressed.
 
Shiloe looked at Blaise, who raised his head. “I’ll be okay, I think.” He said,
his voice still a bit rougher than normal, but at least he was sure that his
mate was safe.
 
They all got up, the three on the couch hitting the floor in an undignified
pile of limbs before they were able to stand. They pulled themselves apart with
much cursing and chuckling (and one grope from Draco that successfully
connected with Shiloe’s groin, giving it a quick squeeze). Shiloe heard Draco’s
chuckle in his ear as the hand left him.
 
“Git.” He hissed at the blonde once they were standing.
 
Draco gave him a saucy wink. “You loved it, don’t delude yourself.”
 
Shiloe shook his head and chuckled. “This way,” He said, heading for the
closest door, “Is the suite of rooms belonging to Salazar Slytherin, and the
ones that will be my personal rooms.” He said, opening the door and heading to
the liquor cabinet. “Drinks, anyone? He kept himself well-stocked with all the
best.” He said, pouring himself a scotch.
 
Draco sidled up beside him and peered over his shoulder. “Is there
Firewhiskey?” He asked.
 
Shiloe poured him a glass.
 
“Mm, what a wonderful host you are.” Draco said appreciatively, taking a long
sip. “Ah, I missed this stuff.”
 
Neville cleared his throat. “We aren’t old enough to drink.”
 
“I can create a doorway for each of you back to your common rooms as soon as
your classmates have all fallen asleep.” There came a female voice from the
doorway, startling everyone except Shiloe, who didn’t even turn to face her.
 
“Guys, meet Helga Hufflepuff, resident clairvoyant.” He said, then took another
sip of his drink.
 
“Um, she’s still alive?” Asked Neville.
 
“No. They can take physical form within the castle only.”
 
Cedric walked up to her and smiled. “Madam, I am overjoyed to meet you.” He
said with a deep bow.
 
She smiled. “Yes, I can see that you are one of mine.” She turned her smile on
Shiloe. “You found yourself one of my own. This is good.” She told him, and
Shiloe nodded.
 
“I know. I can already tell that he and I will suit perfectly.”
 
Cedric frowned. “What?”
 
Helga laid a hand on his arm. “He values total loyalty, my dear. Your kind of
loyalty is just that. He’ll treasure you for it. You will all be very happy
with him.” She told them, her voice sure.
 
Neville brightened at those words. Shiloe brought him a drink of Firewhiskey.
“Try it. We’ll be eating dinner soon, so don’t worry so much. Cedric, Blaise,
do you want anything?”
 
Blaise smiled wryly. “No point for me. It’s an acquired taste, and with the
lack of effect, I have no reason to acquire it. Damn that Greyback anyway.”
 
Shiloe raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Greyback, you say?” His voice was cold.
 
Blaise nodded with a sigh. “He’s still looking for people to bite. He’s hard
not to recognize. I was out on a bad night to be harvesting, but I thought I
was safely on my property. Apparently I had overstepped the wards just enough
to get bitten.”
 
Cedric smiled when Shiloe turned to him. “No, thank you. Maybe I will on a
Friday or Saturday night. I get hung over far too easily.”
 
Shiloe sighed. “Spoilsports.” He huffed.
 
Neville, who had almost finished his small glass of Firewhiskey, giggled.
 
Shiloe smiled fondly. The alcohol was going straight to the Gryffindor’s head.
 
***** Neville *****
The rest of the tour passed without incident, with the exception of Neville
throwing himself onto Gryffindor’s bed and telling Shiloe he could wake him
when it was time for dinner.
 
Cedric smiled at that.
 
“That Neville kid is really cute.” He said as they were sitting down afterward
for a quick chat before dinner. “Sweet, too. Would you mind if I were to flirt
with him? Just for fun. I want to see how he’d react.”
 
Shiloe chuckled. “He’s one of my anchors, as are you. You can flirt with him,
fuck him, marry him, if you want. Just so long as you both stay with me as
well, I don’t care how you interact with each other, barring any animosity.” He
added, glancing at Draco.
 
Draco frowned. “I said I’d be nice. Well, civil, at least.” He amended.
 
“I know.” Shiloe said, smiling. “Try to be gentle with Neville, as much as you
can. All of you should be. He’s very shy, and he needs kindness from us.”
 
Blaise smiled. “I like him. He’s nice enough, and he smells good.”
 
Shiloe chuckled once more. “He’s due for his creature inheritance in two years,
that’s why.” He told them. “I can’t tell you what he’ll prove to be, that’s not
my place, but I can tell you that I am not his mate. He will still be my
anchor, and have a sexual relationship with me, but his mate is someone else in
this room.” He said, glancing at the portrait of Salazar to avoid looking at
the one who would be Neville’s mate.
 
Draco and Cedric eyed each other, knowing his mate would be one of them, both
trying to decide which.
 
Shiloe got up. “To the table, guys. I’ll get Neville.” He said, gesturing to
the dining table set up near Salazar’s portrait.
 
He walked into Godric’s rooms and climbed onto the bed, hovering over the
softly snoring teen. “Neville.” He whispered, letting his body press just
slightly against Neville’s. “Nev, wake up.” He said louder.
 
Neville groaned. “G’way.” He mumbled sleepily.
 
Shiloe chuckled, thrusting his groin against Neville’s. “Get up.” He said
firmly. “Or I’ll be forced to suck the sleep straight out of you.” He said next
to the Gryffindor’s ear. “Through your cock.” He added.
 
Neville’s eyes opened, blearily, as Shiloe thrust against him again, more
firmly. He moaned. “Mm, Harry.” He mumbled sleepily, wrapping his arms around
Shiloe’s neck, before he froze. “Shite. Sorry, Shiloe.” He said, flushing.
 
Shiloe chuckled. “It’s fine. How long have you liked Harry, then?” He asked,
his fingers slowly inching under Neville’s shirt, tracing his stomach. He was
no longer pudgy, and Shiloe felt just the slightest hint of baby fat still
stubbornly clinging to his frame.
 
Neville flushed further. “Since last year.” He answered. “You can’t tell him!”
He said urgently.
 
“I won’t.” Shiloe assured him, then leaned down to kiss him. Neville moaned
again, and Shiloe felt him growing hard.
 
Shiloe broke the kiss reluctantly. “As much as I’d love to stay here and make
love to you right now, I have other company still, and they are waiting for us
for dinner.”
 
Neville groaned. “Bugger.”
 
“Soon, I hope.” Shiloe assured him. “Let’s go eat.”
 
*****
 
Shiloe moaned as he ate a bite of his lava cake. Cedric and Neville gaped at
him, Cedric in blatant lust, Neville with a shy flush growing on his cheeks.
Draco and Blaise merely chuckled into their hands.
 
Shiloe snorted and rolled his eyes at them. “What? It’s good, and Harry hardly
ever had sweets growing up, until we came here. Certainly nothing this good, as
of yet.” He explained, causing Cedric, Neville and Blaise to still once more.
 
Draco just smiled. “I know. That’s why I suggested it.” He said.
 
They all relaxed again as Shiloe moaned louder, letting his eyes roll back into
his head, the sound and expression obviously sexual.
 
Draco, who had been sitting next to Shiloe, fisted his free hand in Shiloe’s
hair and pulled his head back, kissing him deeply, sharing the taste of lava
cake.
 
Shiloe whimpered. He dropped his fork and grabbed Draco’s shoulders, clinging
desperately to him.
 
Neville was breathing hard by the time the kiss ended. “That was hot.” He
whispered, then flushed as Draco smirked at him.
 
Shiloe flushed and cleared his throat as Draco returned to his seat. “Yes, and
speaking of hot things, I’m going to start needing sustenance every day,
preferably in the mornings, before classes. I’ll need either sex or blood. Sex
releases more magical energy, so it is the better choice, but blood is an
acceptable substitute if I Feed twice daily.”
 
Draco smirked. “I’d fuck you, Shiloe.” He said.
 
Neville added quietly, “I’m willing to sleep with you, as well.” He was
blushing fiercely, but met Shiloe’s eyes nonetheless.
 
Cedric shook his head. “I’m going to wait on that. I want to know you a bit
better.” He explained.
 
Blaise shook his head. “I’m not ready. I need to wait for a while, and decide
if we’re really ready for the wolf to accept his mate. I’m not sure I want
that.”
 
Shiloe raised an eyebrow. “You don’t really have much of a choice. It’s me or
no one.”
 
“Well, I want to wait, at least.” Blaise corrected himself.
 
Shiloe nodded. “Much better.”
 
Draco huffed. “So, who gets first dibs? Me or Longbottom?” He asked.
 
Shiloe chuckled. “I’d like to be with Neville tonight, if you’re able to wait
until tomorrow night, Draco.”
 
“Of course.” Draco drawled. “Well, I’ll wait, then.” He said, licking chocolate
sauce off his fork suggestively.
 
Shiloe rolled his eyes. “You are such a dirty boy.” He teased the blonde. “So,
how many people have you been with, anyway? All of you.” He asked, looking
around the table.
 
Neville shook his head mutely, and Shiloe nodded. “I know you haven’t been with
anyone yet, Nev. But you three…?”
 
Cedric shrugged. “Two. Neither was right for me, but it was nice while it
lasted.” He said simply. “One was male, one was female. Neither was at this
school.”
 
Blaise ducked his head. “I’m a virgin.” He whispered.
 
Draco smirked lazily and held up four fingers, humming under his breath as he
used his other hand to take another bite of the cake. “Pansy,” He put down the
first finger, “Taught me that I was not straight, Nott proved that I am quite
gay, and the final two were a pair of twins I met in France. Gerard and
Antoine. Mm, they were both really delicious. I shagged them silly.”
 
Shiloe shook his head with a smile. “You little slut.” He said fondly.
 
Draco shrugged, with a smug grin. “Not really. Just experienced. One might call
me ‘worldly.’”
 
“Or they might call you pompous, which would fit you better.” Neville pointed
out with a tiny smile.
 
Draco leaped over the table at him with a cry of mock rage. Dishes, cutlery and
cake flew everywhere as the table overturned.
 
Neville was screaming in obviously fake terror as Draco managed to straddle
him. He laughed uncontrollably as the blonde’s fingers found his sides and
Draco began tickling him without mercy.
 
“I’ll teach you to call me pompous!” He was growling.
 
Shiloe shook his head, sighing. “Thanks, guys, for deciding that our meal was
over.” He deadpanned, righting the table and banishing the mess. He led the
other two back to the couch, Neville and Draco getting up to follow them as
soon as Draco felt that Neville had learned his lesson.
 
Shiloe pulled Neville onto his lap. “Well, now. I think I will have to keep you
two separated if I ever want any peace around here.” He said, looking at Draco.
 
Draco just looked back innocently. “What?” He asked, sounding truly confused.
 
“Right.” Shiloe said. “You know exactly ‘what,’ you little minx.”
 
Draco smirked.
 
Neville sighed, leaning back against Shiloe.
 
Shiloe moved his hands to Neville’s hips and discreetly ground himself against
the teen’s buttocks. “Oh, the things I’m going to do to you tonight.” He
whispered into Neville’s ear.
 
Neville shivered.
 
Blaise sniffed, then snickered at the scent of arousal on the air. Thankfully,
he didn’t say anything that would make Neville uncomfortable.
 
Cedric raised an eyebrow at the adorable flush that travelled up the youth’s
neck to flood his face with vivid color.
 
Shiloe sighed. “So, Helga, what time is it?”
 
“Nine o’clock.” Her portrait answered.
 
Shiloe sighed. “Would you guys like to leave, or not? I can offer you one of
the rooms here, if you’d like.”
 
Draco sniffed. “I’ll go back to Slytherin, thanks.”
 
“I can create a doorway that will take you to an empty corridor close to your
common room’s entrance.” Helga offered.
 
“Could you? That would be fantastic.” Draco answered.
 
Helga smiled kindly at him. “Of course.”
 
A door appeared in the wall, and Draco opened it, and then smiled brightly.
“Wow. From the fourth floor to the dungeons in one single step. Now that’s the
way to navigate in Hogwarts.” He said, obviously impressed. “I’ll see you
around, Shiloe.”
 
“Bye, Lover.” Shiloe purred at him as he left. “Blaise, are you going to use
the doorway as well?” He asked.
 
Blaise flushed. “Um, well. I really can’t, tonight. I need to sleep near my
mate tonight, after all that news. I’ll use Gryffindor’s room. It won’t bother
me.”
 
Cedric sighed. “I’m going to need to get back. I’ll be missed.” He said
apologetically.
 
Helga smiled, and once the door was closed, it shimmered for a moment. “It now
leads to the corridor right outside your common room entrance. If you go now,
the coast is clear.” She said.
 
Cedric stood, and walked over to Shiloe to kiss him deeply. “I’ll see you
tomorrow?”
 
Shiloe smiled. “You should be able to access the door to my rooms whenever I am
in here now, provided I am not specifically blocking your access to these
rooms. If I am, it only means that I desire my privacy at that time.” He said.
“You are welcome anytime otherwise, tomorrow included.”
 
Shiloe sighed once Cedric had left. He faced Blaise. “The scent of sex will be
on us both in the morning. I will have a Shiloe ward up tonight, so the scent
and sounds will not reach you. Will you be able to handle it when we all wake?”
He asked.
 
Blaise frowned, biting his lip.
 
Werewolves were naturally possessive, but he understood that Shiloe needed all
of his anchors, and it seemed that his wolf did, too. The wolf was willing to
allow Shiloe his anchors, so long as he got to feel his partner filling and
completing him before the next full moon.
 
He was eager to run with Shiloe. It would be his first time with someone who
made him feel safe enough to leave the castle and take to the forest, since he
was a submissive wolf. He wasn’t omega, but he definitely would never qualify
as Alpha.
 
Finally, Blaise remembered that he had been asked a question. “I should be able
to handle it. The wolf understands, at least.” He answered.
 
Shiloe nodded.
 
“I’ll need you before the next full moon, though.” Blaise added in a quiet
tone.
 
Shiloe smiled, cupping his cheek. “You’ll have me well before then, Love. Get
to bed.” He said firmly, and Blaise huffed, but obeyed.
 
Shiloe smiled. Blaise didn’t like to admit it, but as a sub, he needed someone
to fulfill the role of his Dominant partner, and Shiloe was willing to do that
when needed to keep Blaise and his wolf happy.
 
Shiloe took Neville’s hand. “Come on.” He said softly, tugging the teen into
Salazar’s room.
 
Neville licked his lips. “Um, what should I do?” He asked nervously.
 
Shiloe chuckled, setting his ward wandlessly. “You should let me do everything,
and just enjoy yourself.” He answered, urging Neville onto the bed and
unsheathing Ducen.
 
Ducen purred in his grip. *Master, are you going to lie with this one now?* The
wand asked.
 
‘Of course.’ Shiloe replied, hoping it could hear his thoughts. It spoke within
his head, so he thought it a good indication that Ducen would hear his
thoughts.
 
*He is most passive. Shall I disrobe him for you?*
 
Shiloe almost laughed. ‘And me, as well, if you please.’ He requested.
 
Ducen did so without Shiloe having to even cast the spell nonverbally.
 
Neville gasped as skin suddenly met skin, their clothes reappearing on the
chair that sat in front of the desk.
 
“Wow.” He said in surprise.
 
Shiloe chuckled, laying Ducen on the nightstand, next to the case. “There’s one
thing I must warn you about: You must never touch my wand. It is extremely
volatile, and only I have been able to subdue it.” He said, running a hand up
Neville’s bare side as he spoke.
 
Neville nodded. “O-okay.” He said, his breath hitching as Shiloe’s hand passed
very near to his erection.
 
“You have quite an impressive tool here.” Shiloe said, finally taking Neville’s
erection in his hand. “Very nice. Not obscenely huge, but a bit longer than
normal.”
 
Neville blushed. “Really?” He asked.
 
Shiloe nodded. “Oh, yes. I’m very happy with your size.”
 
Neville blushed. “My size doesn’t really matter much, does it? I mean, you’re
dominant, aren’t you?”
 
“Mm. Shiloe do not have submissives or dominants. All Shiloe are able to top as
well as bottom, and we like to experiment with both whenever our anchors are
willing. For example, this,” Shiloe said, stroking Neville’s cock, “Had better
someday find its way inside me, or I shall be very cross.” He told Neville with
a smirk.
 
“Oh.” Neville smiled. “Okay. I guess I’d better pay attention to what you do,
then?”
 
Shiloe chuckled. “It would be a good idea, yes.” He answered.
 
Neville moaned softly when Shiloe’s hand tightened and he leaned down to run
his tongue over Neville’s nipple.
 
‘Good. He’s responsive.’ Shiloe let his teeth gently scrape over the nipple,
and Neville arched his back, crying out at the new sensation.
 
Shiloe arched a brow. ‘Not responsive. He’s a sensualist.’ Shiloe realized, his
eyes darkening as lust more intense than ever before began to run thick and hot
through his veins. He had beneath him a partner that would be able to enjoy and
appreciate the act of sex more than most people could. And that would ensure
that the amount of magic generated from their joining would be more than
sufficient to keep Shiloe at his best throughout the next day.
 
Feeling more than giddy with the realization, Shiloe slid eagerly toward
Neville’s cock, wanting to see what would happen when he took the virgin
sensualist into his mouth. His reaction was sure to be intense.
 
He licked the head of Neville’s cock, and Neville stopped breathing for a few
seconds, before his breathing resumed, twice as fast and twice as harsh as it
had been. Shiloe smirked and quickly engulfed the Gryffindor’s cock in his
mouth, sucking gently.
 
Neville cried out wordlessly, the sound almost qualifying as a wail, as his
hands fisted in Shiloe’s hair and Neville’s hips bucked, jamming his cock into
the back of Shiloe’s throat.
 
Shiloe relaxed his throat with some difficulty, letting Neville’s cock thrust
as deeply as it wanted to go. Well, intense was indeed the right word for that
reaction.
 
Neville forced his hips to return to the bed. “Sorry.” He panted, embarrassed
that his body had tried to suffocate Shiloe by accident.
 
Shiloe smirked, raising his head to look at Neville through thick, black
lashes. “No need to be, I actually rather liked it. It’s unbelievably hot.
Don’t hold back. I want to hear and feel every reaction you have to my touch.”
He said, then licked the underside of Neville’s erection, his tongue tracing
the thick vein.
 
Neville moaned, his eyes closing at the sensation. “Merlin, Shi, your mouth
feels amazing!”
 
“You taste exquisite.” Shiloe returned, licking up the drop of precum that had
appeared. He raised himself onto hands and knees, then straddled Neville once
more. “Now, I want you to relax as I prepare you. Can you do that?” He asked.
 
Neville nodded.
 
Shiloe grabbed Ducen and cast a cleaning charm, then a lubrication charm on
both Neville’s passage and his own free hand, and remembered the contraceptive
spell at the last minute, casting it as well. After all, pregnancy at their age
was the last thing his Pack needed. They couldn’t have any children this early,
and certainly not while Voldemort was still alive and had the main goal of
killing Harry before all else.
 
“Ohh, wow.” Neville breathed as Shiloe’s finger slid into him, gently pushing
forward until the whole digit was buried inside him. The feeling was new, but
good.
 
“Like that?” Shiloe asked, wriggling the finger gently.
 
The finger brushed up against a spot inside Neville that sent pleasure rushing
through his body before it centered on his cock, which pulsed. Neville cried
out, clutching Shiloe’s shoulders. “Oh, Merlin, do that again!” He requested.
 
Shiloe chuckled, complying with another wriggle of his finger.
 
Neville sobbed in pleasure, his back arching. “That feels amazing!” He told
Shiloe before he reared up and brought their mouths together hungrily.
 
Shiloe growled into the fervent kiss as he added a second digit, rubbing
against the nub inside Neville again.
 
Neville’s loud moan was muffled within Shiloe’s mouth, but Shiloe heard it
nonetheless, and he was more than pleased that his anchor was enjoying himself
so very much.
 
After the kiss was broken, Shiloe added the third and last finger, watching
Neville’s face carefully, determined to stop at the first sign of pain.
 
Neville’s brow furrowed momentarily, but then his face cleared and he moaned
throatily, arching again, then pushing back against the fingers eagerly.
 
“Yesss.” Neville hissed. “Yes, yes, yes!” He chanted, ending on a scream as
Shiloe rubbed all three fingers insistently over his prostate.
 
Shiloe pulled his fingers free. “Alright, if it hurts too much, tell me, and I
will stop. I promise.” He said.
 
Neville nodded, his face flushed and eyes glazed over with his pleasure. His
mouth was open, breath whispering over his lips as he panted.
 
Shiloe aligned himself with Neville’s entrance and pushed in, breeching the
hole carefully.
 
Neville moaned, the moan gaining in volume the further Shiloe pressed, ending
on a shout as Shiloe sheathed the last few inches of his length with one
thrust. “Okay?” Shiloe asked once Neville’s eyes had uncrossed.
 
“Oh, yeah.” Neville breathed, shifting his hips. “It’s fantastic!”
 
Shiloe chuckled and began moving slowly, rubbing up against Neville’s prostate
with every slow slide. He moaned as well, resting his forehead against
Neville’s as he was forced to still or embarrass himself by leaving his anchor
unfinished. “You have no idea how good this feels. So hot and tight. You’re
going to love it.”
 
Neville laughed breathlessly. “Oh, trust me, I already do.” He punctuated the
statement by moving his hips, making Shiloe’s cock slip out and back in again
shallowly.
 
Shiloe hissed through his teeth, gripping Neville’s hips in both hands. “Don’t
do that. I’m so close just by being in you. Give me a moment.” He said, tension
evident in his voice.
 
Neville stilled. His passage clamped down on Shiloe.
 
Shiloe glared down at Neville.
 
“Sorry.” Neville said, then giggled. “I couldn’t help it! It wasn’t on
purpose.”
 
Shiloe sighed. “Well, if I accidentally come in you before you’re done, don’t
blame me.”
 
Neville smirked. “Well you can always just finish me off with your mouth.” He
quipped.
 
Shiloe stared down at him in shock, then laughed. “I can’t believe my sweet,
innocent little Neville just talked about sex without blushing!” He said.
 
Neville did blush, then. “Well, we are doing it, so…” He trailed off, looking
at Shiloe. “Can we continue?”
 
Shiloe chuckled, but obliged. He began moving again.
 
Neville made an odd sound—an amalgam of whining and mewling—that sent a bolt of
pleasure straight to Shiloe’s cock.
 
Shiloe could feel that Neville’s climax was beginning to approach. He reached
down and wrapped his hand around Neville’s cock, fisting it as his thrusts
picked up speed and force.
 
“Oooohhhhh,” Neville’s moan was getting steadily louder and louder, and with
just a bit more, Shiloe knew he would—
 
“MERLIN!” Neville screamed, back arching to an angle that should have been
impossible as he came in Shiloe’s hand, copious amounts of come pouring forth
from him.
 
Shiloe smiled and finally let himself thrust twice more before he emptied
himself into Neville.
 
“Mm, that was good. Now, sleep.” Shiloe said to Neville.
 
Neville, being the obliging type, obediently let out a huge yawn, snuggled up
to Shiloe’s chest, and fell asleep.
 
Shiloe smiled and wrapped his arms around the teen, following him into slumber.
 
***** Snape *****
Shiloe groaned at the light being shone directly on his closed eyelids. “No.
G’way.” He grumbled, turning over.
 
Neville giggled. “You have to get up, Shi.”
 
“Don’ need to.” Shiloe disagreed.
 
Neville sighed fondly. “Yes, you do. We have History of Magic.” He said with a
smile.
 
“Binns is a shite teacher anyway.” Shiloe replied. “I can study on my own and
get better O.W.L. results.” He gasped as another bond appeared. “Hm. Odd.”
Shiloe commented, touching it. It was just like his other undiscovered anchor-
bonds, clear and fragile, not leading to anything concrete—yet.
 
“What’s odd?” Neville asked.
 
“I just formed another anchor-bond. Someone just changed irrevocably and became
compatible with my magical core. This usually never happens.” Shiloe mused,
looking at the bond. “I suppose I should get up.” He said, shaking it off.
 
Neville looked down at himself. “I need a shower.” He said.
 
Shiloe chuckled. “Me too. Do you mind if I take one with Blaise? He probably
needs it.”
 
Neville nodded. “That’s fine. I’ll wait in the common room for you when I’m
done.”
 
“Thank you.” Shiloe said sincerely.
 
“Go. If he needs you, he needs you. I… Um… I love you.” Neville said softly.
 
Shiloe lifted Neville’s chin with a finger and smiled. “I love you, too, Nev.”
He answered, brushing his lips over Neville’s.
 
Neville watched Shiloe’s retreating back happily and went into Salazar’s
bathroom to take a quick shower.
 
*****
                                        
Shiloe crept into Blaise’s room and the black teen sat bolt upright in bed,
waking suddenly.
 
“Oh. Hey.” Blaise said, yawning.
 
Shiloe raised an eyebrow. “Hey, yourself. Having a lie-in, are we?” He asked.
 
Blaise rolled his eyes. “I usually don’t wake up until fifteen minutes before
class.” He answered. “Since I shower in the evenings.” He wrinkled his nose.
 
Shiloe thought he looked adorable like that, but refrained from expressing the
sentiment aloud.
 
“You reek. Of stale sweat and dried spunk. Disgusting.” Blaise commented.
 
Shiloe rolled his eyes. “I want to shower with you. I thought your wolf would
like the added contact. And I had hoped you might, as well.” He added, the
statement almost a question.
 
Blaise perked up.
 
Shiloe could almost see wolf ears atop Blaise’s head, turning toward him in
eager expectation.
 
“Sure.” Blaise said, affecting nonchalance. “Come on.” He led Shiloe into
Godric’s bathroom.
 
Shiloe turned on the shower as Blaise sneered at the toiletries provided,
finally sighing and bringing over shampoo, conditioner and soap. “Godric hardly
had anything worth using at all. I’m going to have to bring in some of my own
products, I suppose.” He said, shrugging.
 
Shiloe pulled Blaise under the spray and shoved him against the wall.
 
Blaise looked at Shiloe, his breathing coming in quick bursts as the feral look
in Shiloe’s eyes turned him on beyond belief.
 
Shiloe used his body to pin Blaise tightly against the tile, pressing their
slick chests together, feeling the wet slide of cock against cock. “Mm, I want
you so bad.” He hissed, leaning down and sucking a love bite into existence on
the top of Blaise’s shoulder, where it could be bared easily, but would
normally be covered by the uniform.
 
Blaise whined, letting go and feeling the wolf surge to the forefront.
 
Shiloe felt the exchange and smiled in approval as Blaise tilted his head to
the side.
 
Shiloe buried his face in the crook of Blaise’s neck, inhaling the unique scent
of the teen and licking a wet stripe up the side of his neck. “Mine.” He
growled, thrusting his cock up against Blaise’s equally hard cock.
 
Another low whine emerged from Blaise’s throat, and Shiloe began thrusting his
cock against the Slytherin’s, his hips held tight in Shiloe’s firm grip.
 
“Ohh, yeah. That feels great.” Shiloe breathed.
 
Blaise whined in agreement, his head falling back in total trust as he howled,
coming in thick spurts, feeling Shiloe’s release cover his cock before the
water washed it away.
 
Shiloe rested his head on Blaise’s shoulder to catch his breath. After a few
moments, he began to laugh.
 
“What?” Blaise asked, still breathing a little harder than usual.
 
“You’re bloody hot, that’s what. If you weren’t already stuck with me, I’d have
to lock you away to ensure that no one else touched you.” Shiloe answered.
 
Blaise flushed. “I’m not all that hot.” He said.
 
Shiloe raised his head with a finger and searched his eyes, hating the
insecurities he saw there. It was little wonder Blaise wasn’t an alpha. “Listen
to me,” He said firmly, “Your mother is a gorgeous witch, and you know that
everyone says that, right?”
 
Blaise shrugged. “Yeah, but what-”
 
Shiloe held up a finger, and then continued in a soft voice, “You’ve inherited
her beauty. No one could ever say that you haven’t. Well, at least not without
lying.” He added. “My point is this: I don’t want to hear you say that you
aren’t that attractive, because you’re hot enough that just seeing you makes me
want to throw you onto the nearest flat surface—or maybe just the nearest
surface, I’m not picky—and shag you into next year.” Shiloe finished.
 
Blaise gulped and nodded, his eyes darkened with the lust Shiloe’s words had
inspired.
 
Shiloe smirked. “Good. Now, I have to get dressed. I have History of Magic
first, and everyone would notice a late arrival.”
 
Blaise chuckled. “I’m sorry.” He said.
 
Shiloe groaned, and then shook his head furiously, water droplets flying
everywhere. “There. Now I shouldn’t drip all over the place, at least.”
 
Blaise sighed. “There are charms for that, you know.”
 
Shiloe smiled. “Draco is out there in the common room, waiting for you. I want
to go out there still a little damp. After all, he’s given Harry hell for
years, so I think a bit of sexual tension will do him good.”
 
Blaise shrugged and began washing his hair carefully.
 
Shiloe strode out to the common room, buck naked and glistening with water
droplets, and flashed Draco a cocky smile.
 
Draco groaned, closing his eyes. “Merlin, don’t do that when I have somewhere
to be!” He snapped.
 
Neville, already dressed and waiting on the couch, laughed as Shiloe just
smirked and walked into Helga’s room, the one Harry favoured, to get dressed.
 
*****
 
Shiloe groaned, heading back to his rooms alone. Neville wanted to get started
on his Divination homework during their free block. Shiloe didn’t see the
point. Trelawney was a fraud, and Shiloe didn’t see any point in actually
trying to do the work when she wouldn’t know a true prediction if it jumped
down her throat.
 
He got into the room, and Godric smiled. “Good. Now we can begin.”
 
“Shiloe.”
 
Shiloe turned toward Helga. Her voice was much more… Present than usual. “Yes?”
 
“I am going to teach you about the latent abilities you may someday display.
Not all Shiloe have these abilities, and it is unlikely that you will possess
many. However, I think you will have at least a few, so I want you to be
prepared. I can tell you of four, the ones that I know of.”
 
Shiloe nodded. “Alright.”
 
Helga inclined her head and led him to her lookout.
 
“Some Shiloe,” She began on the way there, “Can call forth animals or other
magical creatures to do their bidding for them, or for their assistance. If a
Shiloe possesses this ability, they usually will display some affinity with a
certain animal. Or the whole animal’s general type, occasionally. Cats would
include lion, tigers, cougars, cheetahs, and the like. Dogs would include
African wild dogs, dingoes, and wolves. Horses means excepting the Unicorns.
The same goes with plants. If you have the ability to greatly enhance a plant’s
growth, you will find a certain affinity with specific types of plants.”
 
Shiloe nodded. “Alright. Will I be able to talk to those animals if they are
not a common one for Shiloe to speak to?”
 
“Yes.” Helga answered. “Another thing you may be able to do is shadow-walking.”
 
Shiloe frowned. Hm, something he didn’t know. How strange. “Come again?”
 
“Shadow-walking is very like apparition, but it uses shadow, rather than
dematerialization. You simply step into one shadow, and step out through
another, wherever it may be. This can be used within Hogwarts. It was how I
travelled. There are no wards against it, because most wizards do not know it
exists.” She said.
 
Shiloe whistled. “Impressive.” He said.
 
Helga smiled at him. “It is. And very convenient, since I would sometimes get
caught up in listening, and almost missed classes. That’s usually seen as bad
form for a teacher.”
 
Shiloe chuckled. “Yes, I imagine that’s true.” He could imagine the sweet,
easily distractible witch almost forgetting that she was due to teach a class.
 
“The final thing I am able to tell you of is that you, as well as Harry, will
be able to change into multiple Animagus forms. You will both, however, have
different forms, though some may overlap.” She finished.
 
Shiloe snickered. “That’ll be useful.”
 
“Indeed. Rowena will be training you in Animagus transformation when you have
free time alone. She will start tomorrow, as she is currently in her library,
gathering the books you will need.” Helga said with a smile.
 
“Oh, brilliant!” Shiloe decided with a wide smile. “That’s going to be loads of
fun!”
 
“It will. Both Rowena and Salazar are very pleased that you equally represent
their houses, by the way.”
 
“I had a feeling that would be the case.” Shiloe chuckled.
 
Helga sighed happily. “It’s a beautiful day.”
 
Shiloe smirked, looking out over the grounds. “Yes. A perfect day to be
spending time with a beautiful woman.” He said, laying his hand over Helga’s on
the stone floor.
 
Helga’s hand turned over and she linked her fingers with his. “Thank you.” She
said.
 
Shiloe looked at her out the corner of his eye and noticed that she was
blushing faintly.
 
He smiled in contentment and they spent some time watching the grounds in
companionable silence, the family bond between them humming happily.
 
*****
 
Shiloe looked up at the knock on his door. “Come in.” He called, turning back
to his book.
 
Cedric came in. “I noticed you weren’t at lunch.” He said.
 
Shiloe chuckled. “Did you also notice that I don’t need to eat food?” He asked.
 
“Yeah. So I came to see if you were hungry. I’m only offering blood for right
now.” Cedric said.
 
“Do you want me to drink from you? I don’t need to, at this time, so it’s your
choice.” Shiloe told the Hufflepuff.
 
Cedric blushed, shrugging. “I think I’d like it.” He said.
 
Shiloe cocked his head. “The bite wound will have to heal over time. My saliva
does not contain a healing agent. I’m not a vampire.”
 
“I looked it up, so I know that. Only those creatures that need to bite have
healing saliva. You have another option for Feeding, so you don’t need it.”
Cedric recited.
 
Shiloe nodded. “Good boy. You did your research.”
 
Cedric chuckled. “Good boy? I’m older than you are!” He said in good humour.
 
“Oh, are you? I hadn’t noticed.” Shiloe teased, turning back to his book.
 
Cedric pulled the book from his hands, conjured a bookmark in it, and set it
beside the chair. “I want you to bite me. I know you can make it pleasurable,
and I think it would help me to become more comfortable with you.” He said with
a smile.
 
Shiloe gave him one single nod. “Very well. Where do you want the bite?”
Cedric’s face flamed, and Shiloe’s mouth fell open. “You dirty boy, where were
you thinking of?”
 
“Well, I don’t usually go around exposing my inner thighs.” Cedric said.
 
Shiloe chuckled. “Ah. Okay. Take your trousers off, then.”
 
Cedric did so, and Shiloe’s eyes fixed on the front of his y-fronts. “Whoa.” He
said in appreciation. “Not bad at all.”
 
Cedric smiled bashfully, chuckling as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah, my
Mum says that’s why she married my Dad.” He explained.
 
Shiloe stood. “Why don’t you sit on the couch? I can kneel at your feet.” He
purred.
 
Cedric blushed again as he sat down, spreading his legs.
 
“I bet you’ll taste delicious.” Shiloe whispered, sliding his hands from
Cedric’s ankles to his knees, parting his legs further. He rested his cheek on
Cedric’s thigh, inhaling deeply. “You smell good.” He said, and then called his
Feeding fangs.
 
Cedric gasped as Shiloe’s fangs bit into his skin. Shiloe heard him moan as
Shiloe began to suck, taking in the blood and growling in delight under his
breath. Cedric tasted like cinnamon biscuits.
 
Shiloe felt intense arousal radiating through the bond, and chuckled as he
pulled away and licked the wounds clean of blood. “They may ooze for a little
while, but you won’t die of blood loss, and the trousers are black, thank
Merlin.” He said, looking up at Cedric.
 
Cedric’s eyes were glazed, and he was panting. He grabbed Shiloe by the
shoulders and threw him onto the couch, laying atop him and kissing him deeply.
 
Shiloe pushed him away. “As much as I’d love to get shagged right now, I’m
afraid class is starting in…” He grabbed Ducen and cast Tempus, ignoring the
wand’s amusement at their position, “Ten minutes?! I have potions! Shite!”
 
Two doors appeared. Shiloe opened one and snorted. “You’re going to the
restricted section.” He told Cedric.
 
Cedric left and Shiloe went through the other door to the dungeons, heading to
the Potions classroom with his book.
 
He gasped and nearly fell over as a bond flared blue again and connected.
‘Harry’s going to be really mad at all the male anchors he has.’ Shiloe
thought, feeling intense irritation and strain, along with simmering anger.
‘Oh, Merlin.’ He thought in realization. ‘Snape.’
 
“Where were you during lunch?!” Hermione hissed, as Shiloe met up with the
class.
 
Shiloe curled his lip at her. “I had things to do.” He said tersely. “It’s not
your concern.”
 
Ron just smiled and patted him on the shoulder. “Good to see you, mate!”
 
Shiloe glared at him, and Ron grinned.
 
“It’s how I’d treat Harry.” He whispered.
 
Shiloe sighed in disgust, feeling the redhead’s buoyant happiness still
thrumming through him from the contact.
 
***** Severus Plays Hard to Get *****
Chapter Notes
     I know the 'hard to get' part is rather short-lived, but it was the
     only title I could come up with at the time, and nothing else has
     come to mind since then, so the title, though not exactly correct,
     will stand as is. If anyone has a better suggestion, I'm all ears.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Shiloe stayed after class, noting that Draco had stayed as well.
 
He was unhappy that Neville had gotten detention. With luck, Shiloe could teach
him how not to melt his cauldron next time.
 
“Potter, if you don’t mind, I’d like to speak with my Godfather.” Draco
sneered, playing his part well.
 
Shiloe shook his head. “My discussion is more important.” He said.
 
Draco’s eyebrows rose. “He’s…?”
 
“Yes.” Shiloe said.
 
Draco nodded in understanding, and then left for dinner.
 
“Potter, what do you want?” Severus Snape asked coldly.
 
Shiloe cast his ward, and then smirked, and the man seemed to lose a bit of his
composure. Apparently, Harry wasn’t really the smirking type. “Hello, Severus
Snape. I’m overjoyed to meet you.” Shiloe said formally. “Bear me no ill will,
and hear me out.”
 
Severus sat back, his eyes wide and filling with comprehension slowly but
surely.
 
“I am not the one you dislike, but a being that has no reason to deserve your
enmity. The road I have travelled has been-”
 
“No.” Severus said firmly.
 
Shiloe narrowed his eyes. “What?” He hissed. No anchor denied Shiloe!
 
“I decline the bond.”
 
“But-”
 
Severus stood. “I do not sleep with my students!” He hissed angrily.
 
Shiloe smiled. “Oh, if that’s all, that’s no matter. I’m not your student. I’m
not enrolled here at all.”
                                                                               
“But Potter is.” Severus said firmly.
 
“And I’m sure he would not sleep with you, even if you wanted to.” Shiloe said.
“I, on the other hand, need this. I have no other adult anchors yet. And
certainly none that can teach me what I need to fight the Dark Lord.”
 
Severus raised a brow. “The Dark Lord?” He asked. Usually, only Death Eaters
called him such.
 
Shiloe shrugged. “It’s how you know him, is it not?” He asked.
 
“Perceptive little brat.” Severus said.
 
Shiloe shook his head. “I don’t care, you know. So long as I know you’re not
returning to him, that is.”
 
“If he comes back, I have little choice in the matter.”
 
“Little and none are two different things, Severus.” Shiloe said softly.
 
Severus sighed. “Are you going to let me bow out of this gracefully?” He asked.
 
Shiloe’s eyes hardened. “No.” He answered. “I will have you, Severus Snape.
With or without your permission, I don’t care.”
 
“How do we seal the bond?” Severus asked wearily.
 
Shiloe smirked and walked around the desk. “One kiss is all I need. You don’t
have to sleep with me yet, if you feel that I am too young, but know that this
body has seen sexual relations twice over, now. Once for Harry’s first time,
and I have had sex once with one of my anchors.”
 
Severus shook his head. “One single kiss is all I will give you, for now. We
will talk about the rest later.”
 
Shiloe leaned down and pressed his lips to Severus’ lips.
 
Severus deepened the kiss, sliding his hands into Shiloe’s messy hair and
massaging his scalp as his tongue massaged Shiloe’s.
 
Shiloe sighed breathily into the kiss.
 
Severus tasted of spearmint and honey, a strange combination that Shiloe
suspected was the man’s favorite tea.
 
Severus ended the kiss with a sharp nip to Shiloe’s bottom lip. “Get to dinner.
Where are your rooms?”
 
“Fourth floor.” Shiloe answered. “Near a portrait of a meadow full of red
flowers.” He said.
 
Severus nodded. “I’ll be there at six-thirty, so we can become better-
acquainted.” He said, turning back to the papers he was working on.
 
Shiloe left the room with a new bounce in his step. That was probably the
hardest anchor to bond with that he’d have, and he’d pulled it off.
 
He got to the Great Hall and took his seat between Ron and Hermione, across
from Neville.
 
He dished himself up a few small servings of food, and lightly kicked Neville’s
foot.
 
Neville looked up, and Shiloe mouthed: “Six.”
 
Neville nodded, agreeing to meet in Shiloe’s room at the specified time.
 
*****
 
“I have another anchor that will be here in a few minutes.” Shiloe told the
others. “I found him today.”
 
“He is here.” Rowena’s voice announced.
 
Shiloe smiled. “He’s early.” He said, getting up and opening the door, stepping
behind the door as he opened it so that if anyone saw, they would not know
whose room it was.
 
Severus Snape walked into the room and Neville looked at him in fear.
 
Shiloe closed the door, locking it, and walked over to wrap an arm around
Neville’s waist.
 
Severus walked over to the couch and raised an eyebrow at the fact that Draco,
Shiloe and Neville all had drinks that did not look like pumpkin juice. “My,
quite the den of iniquity you have here.” He said, glancing at the shirtless
werewolf, as well.
 
Blaise smiled. “Hello, Sir.”
 
“Mr. Zabini, Draco, Mr. Diggory.” He turned to Neville, who was obviously
terrified of him. “Mr. Longbottom, calm yourself. So long as we must suffer
each other’s frequent company, I mean you no harm.”
 
Shiloe glared at him. “Be nice, Severus, or I’ll freeze your bollocks off.” He
said, a fine layer of frost appearing on the front of Severus’ trousers in
warning.
 
“Point taken.” Severus said drolly.
 
Shiloe patted the seat next to him. “It’s time that you and Neville mended the
rift between you. How do you three think we should manage that?” Shiloe asked
his other anchors.
 
Draco smirked. “Make Severus kiss Longbottom.” He said evilly.
 
Shiloe chuckled. “That idea has merit.”
 
“I think Severus should give us a strip tease. None of us would be nervous
around him after that.” Blaise said.
 
“I will not.” Severus said flatly. “None of you would be able to take me
seriously, either. I look ridiculous trying to do a strip tease.” He said.
 
Shiloe laughed. “I don’t know, I kind of want to see what you have under those
robes.”
 
Cedric snorted. “I think it would be enough to have him spend some time with us
shirtless. That way, Neville will be able to see him as a person, rather than
the acerbic Potions Master.” He said sensibly.
 
Shiloe nodded. “Good idea. Severus, please?” He asked politely.
 
Severus sneered, but banished his robes and opened his shirt, pulling it off.
“Happy now?!” He hissed.
 
Cedric jumped up in shock. “Shite, he’s a Death Eater!” He shouted, pointing to
the man’s left arm, where a faded Dark Mark resided.
 
Shiloe sighed. “I know. Severus?”
 
“I am a spy for Dumbledore. Tell no one of any of this.” He said firmly.
 
Cedric sat down, still a bit uneasy.
 
Shiloe hummed. “If I’m not worried, none of you should be either. After all,
Voldemort wants me—well, Harry, but we share a body—dead most, so I’m the one
in the most danger from him here.”
 
Blaise rolled his eyes. “Voldemort is dead, anyway.”
 
Shiloe sighed. “No, not quite. But he is less than a ghost right now. I have a
feeling he’ll be back sooner than we think.” He said.
 
Salazar’s voice sounded from behind them. “Indeed. I’m almost sure he will be.”
 
Shiloe stood to face the portrait over the back of the couch. “Sir!” He
exclaimed happily. “You’re awake!”
 
Salazar sighed. “Yes, but I still don’t have enough strength to take physical
form right now.” He said resignedly.
 
Shiloe shrugged. “Fine by me, so long as I can talk to you again.” He said.
 
Severus stood and turned as well. “Salazar Slytherin?” He asked.
 
Salazar inclined his head with a smirk. “Yes.”
 
“It’s an honor to meet you, Sir. I am Severus Snape, Potions Master, and
current Head of your house.”
 
“I know.” Salazar said. “Good to meet you. Shiloe, has Rowena begun your
training yet?”
 
Shiloe shook his head. “No. She has gathered the books, though, and we will
begin with Animagus transformation tomorrow.” He said.
 
Salazar nodded. “A sound place to start. I will be teaching you to fight with
katana, throwing knives, dagger, and hand-to-hand combat. If you are skilled
enough with a katana, we will move on to traditional fencing, as well. Godric
will teach you advanced dueling tactics, and Helga will teach you how best to
utilize your abilities.” He said. “Rowena will also be teaching you how to
build up immunity to poisons and many other harmful potions, and she will teach
you to be both an Occlumens and Legilimens.”
 
Shiloe smirked. “So, which one of you will teach me sex magic?” He asked.
 
“Mr. Potter!” Severus said, aghast.
 
Salazar leered at him. “I could instruct you in that arena, as well, if you’d
like.” He purred, waggling his eyebrows.
 
“Sir!” Severus gasped.
 
Shiloe chuckled. “I may take you up on that.” He turned to Severus. “Relax,
Sev. I’ve already had Rowena say that they are all willing to lie with me and
Harry, any time we like.” He said.
 
Severus shook his head. “You are far too young to be having sex.” He said.
 
Shiloe raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Neville, how good was last night?”
 
Neville sighed happily as he remembered it.
 
“See? Apparently, I’m not too young.” Shiloe told Severus with a smirk.
 
Severus sighed. “Not exactly what I meant.”
 
Shiloe snickered. He sat down again and pulled Neville close. “So, Draco, why
don’t you come over here and sit on Daddy’s lap?” He teased.
 
“Ugh, never say that again.” Draco said, getting up and walking over anyway. He
sat on Shiloe’s lap and looked down at Neville, who he was right beside, with
the new seating arrangement.
 
Neville smiled shyly up at him, and Draco smirked back. “I’d do you, you know.”
He said. “You’re cute enough.”
 
Neville blushed. “Um, thanks?” He said nervously in response.
 
Draco rolled his eyes. “Gee, Longbottom, you don’t have to sound so very eager.
Of course, I don’t really blame you. Having my gigantic cock in you after
Shiloe’s tiny one might rip you clean in two.” He said lightly.
 
Shiloe palmed Draco through his pants, and then chuckled. “Think I’m smaller
than you?” He asked, grabbing Draco’s hips and holding him still as he frotted
against the blonde’s ass from beneath him. “I should bend you over this couch
and fuck you raw right now. In front of everybody.”
 
“I will never let you inside me, Shiloe.” Draco said firmly. “A Malfoy never
bottoms. For anyone.”
 
“I should fuck you dry. No prep. Just shove into you and make you scream and
bleed for me.” He growled into the teen’s ear. “But, luckily for you, I’m not a
sadist.” He finished. “And I will let you top me. But, rest assured, someday
you’ll come to me, gagging for my cock in you. And I’ll make you beg before you
get it.”
 
“A Malfoy never begs.”
 
“Is there anything Malfoys do?” Neville asked sarcastically.
 
Draco sneered at him. “Of course. We fuck little innocent boys like you until
they’ve forgotten their own name.” He said with a sultry wink to punctuate the
statement.
 
Blaise snorted. “Draco, I don’t think you could fuck anyone until they forgot
their own name.” He said.
 
Severus chuckled. “Such a conversation for a group made up mostly of fourteen-
year-old boys. What are we teaching here?”
 
“Not sex magic, sadly.” Cedric said, smiling. “That’s a class I would
definitely take.”
 
A chorus of “me too” followed his statement.
 
Severus groaned. “Shiloe, if you do not get some mature anchors soon, I will
have to stop attending these little clandestine meetings. I can feel my I.Q.
dropping even now.” He said.
 
Shiloe blinked in surprise. “Mature? We are mature. For our ages, at least.” He
said.
 
Severus shook his head. “Merlin help me, I will never have peace again.”
 
Chapter End Notes
     A Blessed Yule to all my Wiccan/Pagan/Etc. readers, and a Merry
     Christmas to all who celebrate it as well! Whoever celebrates
     something else, I wish you Happy Holidays, whatever holidays they may
     be! This may very well be my last update until after Christmas, as I
     will be away from my computer. I will have my tablet, so I should
     still get some writing done, just no posting.
***** Slytherin Tie *****
Chapter Notes
     Sorry for the long wait. Feel free to yell at me via a comment if it
     happens again. This story is complete, so there's really no excuse.
Shiloe sighed. “I suppose it’s time to say good-night. Draco, would you like to
stay tonight?” Shiloe asked with a sly smile. He could feel Severus’ jealousy
as the man left. He wondered if the man was more jealous that Draco was
sleeping with him, or that he was sleeping with Draco.
 
Draco smirked. “Sure, I’ll stay, Shiloe. Blaise, be a dear and don’t wait up?”
He asked sweetly.
 
Blaise rolled his eyes, heading for the door that had appeared. “Whatever. I’ll
see you around, Shiloe.” He said, leaving as Shiloe blew him a kiss.
 
Draco sighed. “Alone at last.” The others had left some time ago, but Blaise
had stayed a bit longer, his wolf reluctant to leave.
 
Severus had needed to talk about how Harry was never to know about Shiloe and
his relationship.
 
Shiloe smirked. “Indeed. Just what are we going to do about it?” He asked.
 
Draco turned around on his lap. “Well, we could go for a midnight stroll
through the castle, or go for a swim in the lake, or,” Draco smirked. “You
could go into Salazar’s room and let me fuck you.” He finished.
 
Shiloe smiled. “That last idea has some definite merit.” He said.
 
Draco got up and pulled on Shiloe’s hand, leading him into the bedroom. “Get
undressed and on the bed.” Draco said, pulling his own clothes off at a calm,
measured pace.
 
He watched as Shiloe licked his lips and began to slowly disrobe as well.
 
Both teens eyed each other hungrily as skin was revealed; Black on gold and
pale gold on milky white were finally bared, lips meeting in a feverish kiss
and the press of slick flesh together as they kissed and clumsily made their
way to the bed, still entwined, to sprawl haphazardly upon it.
 
Shiloe chuckled into Draco’s mouth at the muffled grunt he had voiced as they
hit the mattress.
 
Draco finally came up for air. “So,” He panted, “I want you to close your eyes
for a second.”
 
Shiloe frowned. “Why?” He asked.
 
Draco rolled his eyes. “Just-” He paused, realizing that maybe ordering Shiloe
around was not the best way to get what he wanted. “Please?” He tried.
 
Shiloe closed his eyes with a sigh.
 
Draco smirked and picked up his Slytherin tie, leaning over Shiloe to kiss him
deeply, coaxing his arms up as his fingertips slid over Shiloe’s sensitive
sides.
 
Suddenly, Shiloe’s arms were secured above his head, pulled taut and wrists
bound together.
 
His eyes flew open in shock as Draco sat back and smirked, looking at him
smugly. “Mm, that’s so sexy.” He whispered. “Do you know what I tied you up
with?” He asked, squirming against Shiloe’s cock, which he was now sitting on
top of.
 
Shiloe shook his head, eyes darkening with lust. He didn’t know, but he thought
he had a pretty good idea.
 
Draco licked his lips. “My Slytherin tie. It looks good on you.” He said
teasingly.
 
Shiloe growled and sent a pulse of pure magic through Draco’s body in
retaliation.
 
Draco gasped, his eyes closing and head falling back at the feeling.
 
Shiloe smirked. Oh, he had almost forgotten that the Malfoy family was dark-
aligned. A burst of pure wild magic like that would feel like the most potent
aphrodisiac to a Malfoy.
 
Draco opened his eyes, looking down at Shiloe with the silver irises nearly
obscured by his dilated pupils. He looked like some kind of junkie who had just
gotten a fresh fix.
 
Shiloe smirked. “Did you like that?” He asked, knowing the answer.
 
Instead of a yes or no, Draco treated him to a deep breath and a feverish kiss,
teeth clashing and tongues duelling as both tried to assert dominance over the
other, regardless of who was on bottom. After all, position alone did not a
dominant lover make. Whoever had the most control over the other was in the
more dominant position. However, both were almost totally out of control.
 
Draco pulled back from the kiss and smirked. “You could get out of that tie in
an instant if you really wanted to; and we both know that. So, I suppose you’d
like to try this?” He asked with a smile. “I haven’t been able to yet. It’s
something I’ve wanted to explore for a long time now, but didn’t know who to
approach with it. Gerard and Antoine were too delicate, and I couldn’t risk
word getting back to my father about… My little secret.”
 
Shiloe pulled at the bindings experimentally, then smiled. “It’s hot.” He
decided. “I’m game.”
 
Draco smiled in glee. “Thank you.” He said, sounding surprised. He leaned in
and kissed Shiloe again, running his hands over his chest, rubbing over
Shiloe’s nipples.
 
Shiloe threw his head back and gasped. He had never really thought his nipples
would be as sensitive as they obviously were, but he was pleasantly surprised
at the jolts of pleasure that ended in his cock, which gave a single eager
pulse.
 
Draco felt the pulse, and smiled. “Oh, somebody likes having their nipples
played with, hm?” He teased, then leaned in and took the nipple into his mouth,
laving it with his tongue and nipping on it gently.
 
Shiloe moaned.
 
Draco bit down harshly, and then soothed the pain away with slow, gentle licks.
 
Shiloe hissed a breath in through his teeth at the sting, and Draco froze. He
pulled away from Shiloe’s body with a speculative gleam in his narrowed, silver
eyes.
 
“Do you… Mm, never mind.” He said, dipping his head to lick a slow path down
Shiloe’s chest and stomach.
 
“No, what?” Shiloe forced out through his shivers as Draco continued his
promising downward journey.
 
Draco stopped and looked up at Shiloe, twin spots of colour on his otherwise
pale cheeks. “Well, do you think you could, maybe…” He mumbled something
quietly, his blush growing more pronounced.
 
Shiloe had to hear what had him so worked up. “Um, I’m sorry?”
 
Draco huffed. “I want you to talk to me in Parseltongue!” He all but shouted.
 
Shiloe smirked. //Oh, really?// He hissed. Unlike Harry, Shiloe didn’t need to
see a snake to use Parseltongue.
 
Harry had gotten his Parseltongue ability through his link to Voldemort, so it
was not his own knowledge he drew from.
 
Shiloe, on the other hand, knew the Parseltongue himself. He could speak it at
will, and this way a fun way to utilize the ability.
 
Draco shivered and began frotting against Shiloe. “Oh, yeah, just like that!”
He moaned.
 
//I want to fuck you.// Shiloe told him, grinning.
 
“Oh, yes!” Draco leaned down to give Shiloe another fervent kiss.
 
Suddenly, a slick finger was against Shiloe’s entrance.
 
Shiloe tore his head away from Draco’s to break the kiss. “Carefully.” He said
through his panting. “Harry lost his virginity to a girl and Neville was the
bottom last night.”
 
Draco smirked. “Really? I get to be the one to take your last virginity? I’m
honoured. I’ll be gentle with you. This time.” He said, slowly easing the
slippery finger into Shiloe’s untouched entrance.
 
Shiloe arched back at the intrusion, sucking in a breath. It burned, but it
wasn’t horrible. Just strange.
 
Draco bit his lip with a soft moan. “You’re tight.” He said, wiggling the
finger experimentally.
 
Shiloe rolled his eyes. “As nothing has ever gone in there, I expect that is
normal.” He said sarcastically.
 
Draco chuckled, adding a second finger just as carefully. He opened them and
closed them rhythmically, easing Shiloe’s passage open wider to admit something
much larger than fingers.
 
Shiloe groaned, and then began talking to him again.
 
//So gorgeous. I want you to fuck me. I need to feel your cock in me, so deep./
/ He hissed with some difficulty, as his mind seemed to want to shut down
rather than keep the ability to form rational sentences.
 
Draco cursed, then quickly added a third finger and began stretching Shiloe
roughly.
 
Shiloe hissed at the sting and burn of the harsh treatment. Thankfully, he
found that it only added another layer of sensation, and it was a good feeling,
despite the pain. In fact, the pain itself was pretty erotic, since it wasn’t
intense, and since it was part of sex with Draco. He had expected the blond to
be a little rough, given his history with Harry.
 
Draco smiled, pulling his fingers out of Shiloe and lining himself up with the
brunet’s entrance. “Alright, ready?” He asked.
 
Shiloe pulled at his wrists, then nodded. “Yeah. Go.” He said.
 
Draco smirked and pushed in, his mouth falling open as his eyes shut in
pleasure.
 
“Ahhhh!” Shiloe shouted at the feeling of finally having someone in him. He
could tell that bottoming for his anchors would provide the most magical energy
for him, so he would be doing it often.
 
Draco kissed him, muffling the last vestiges of Shiloe’s pleasured cry in his
own mouth. He raised his head and brushed Shiloe’s hair out of his eyes,
smiling tenderly. “There. Is it good?”
 
Shiloe nodded. “I feel amazing. Go on. Move, already. I want to feel you.” He
urged.
 
Draco chuckled and began thrusting fast and hard.
 
Shiloe let out another cry of pleasure, his back once again arching off of the
mattress as he sought more friction against his aching cock. The little bit of
stimulation it was getting from occasional brushes of the tip against Draco’s
stomach weren’t enough.
 
//Fuck, Draco, feels so good! You look like an angel right now, all white and
silver radiance.// He hissed, and then shouted wordlessly as Draco’s hand
wrapped around his cock and the blond began stroking him slowly.
 
“Shi.”
 
Shiloe opened his eyes, looking up at Draco with his eyes glazed.
 
“I want us to come together. Don’t come until I do.” He said firmly, giving
Shiloe’s cock another slow stroke.
 
Shiloe gave him an incredulous look. “Well, I’ll try, but…” He let his head
fall back as he moaned lowly. “Easier said than done.”
 
Draco snorted, speeding up his thrusts as he tightened his fingers around the
base of Harry’s cock, holding back the other teen’s orgasm.
 
“Shit.” Shiloe said, his voice rough as he fought for breath.
 
Draco bit his lip as he grabbed Shiloe’s hips and pulled them toward him on his
last thrust, feeling Shiloe’s release coat both their stomachs as he came hard
inside the other teen.
 
Shiloe gulped in massive breaths, feeling Draco breathing raggedly as he
sprawled half-atop his new lover.
 
“Wow. That was pretty wild.” Draco said with a wide smile.
 
Shiloe nodded. “I love you.” He said when he could breathe again.
 
Draco curled his lip, banishing their commingled juices. “Don’t get all sappy
with me now. What are you, a Hufflepuff?”
 
Shiloe just smiled at him and kissed him, feeling the warmth that spread within
Draco at his statement, belying his words.
 
Shiloe curled against Draco’s chest.
 
“I told my father that I decided to do my best to make friends with Potter. He
should have gotten the letter this morning. I wonder how he’s going to take
it.” Draco mused absently, drawing complicated patterns on Shiloe’s back with
his finger.
 
Shiloe stilled, quickly putting two and two together and coming up with his
answer: Four.
 
Lucius was the new bond.
 
“Blast, fuck and damnation!” He shouted, sitting up.
 
Draco sat up next to him. “What the fuck?! What’s your problem?!”
 
Shiloe sighed. “Well, this morning as I woke up, a new bond appeared. Someone
made a life-changing decision that made their magical core change to suit mine.
Someone I’ve met before. Any idea who that might have been?!” He asked Draco
sharply.
 
Draco looked at him, horrified. “You’re going to fuck my father?!” He
screeched.
 
Shiloe groaned. “Thanks to you, I don’t really have much choice, do I?!” He
snapped the last two words.
 
Draco groaned, covering his face with his hands. “Gross. I am never touching
you again.”
 
Shiloe chuckled. “Alright, your loss.” He said.
 
“So, what are you going to do about that?” Draco asked after a moment.
 
Shiloe sighed. “There’s only one thing I can do: I have to get him to accept
the anchor bond. At least this way, Severus will have company in his misery.”
He joked.
 
Draco snorted. “Oh, yeah, he’ll love that.”
 
Shiloe just shook his head and pushed Draco back onto the bed so that he could
use the blond’s chest as a pillow. “We’ll deal with it when we must. For now,
we need to sleep.” He said firmly.
 
Draco sighed as Shiloe closed his eyes and evened out his breathing, trying to
calm his thoughts enough to sleep. Lucius was his anchor now, as surely as his
son was. This could be problematic, but Shiloe felt he could find ways to make
the new arrangement work.
 
Shiloe was so caught up in his thoughts that he almost didn’t hear what Draco
whispered when he thought Shiloe was finally asleep: “I love you, too.”
 
***** The Dogfather's New Clothes *****
Chapter Notes
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     people. Hopefully this won't happen on any of my other fics.
Shiloe yawned, opening his eyes to find that Draco was gone. He heard water
running and smiled.
 
He then heard screaming and ran into the bathroom, only to burst out laughing
at the tableau that greeted him: Draco was covering himself frantically,
staring in horror at Rowena, who was rolling her eyes.
 
“I just wanted to tell you to be good to our heir. You’re awfully jumpy.” She
was saying.
 
Shiloe laughed.
 
Draco glared at him. “This is not funny!” He hissed.
 
Shiloe chuckled again. “I find it hilarious.” He disagreed.
 
Draco growled and turned away from him.
 
Shiloe couldn’t resist the temptation of that pert, slick ass being so wantonly
displayed. He walked over and gave it a sharp smack.
 
“Dammit, Shi, that- Mmph!” He was cut off as Shiloe claimed his mouth and
shoved his back flush against the wall.
 
“You’re so hot.” Shiloe said.
 
“Of course I am, that’s no bloody reason to beat on me!” The blond snapped.
 
Shiloe smirked. “I think it’s a perfectly acceptable reason, actually.” He said
lightly.
 
Draco narrowed his eyes at Shiloe. “I should hex your bits off.”
 
“Blaise and Neville would surely return the favour.” Shiloe pointed out.
 
Draco looked down at said bits and sighed. “Never mind, I’m rather fond of my
bits.” He decided.
 
Shiloe smirked. “Mm, me too.” He said, deciding to keep the words he had heard
last night to himself. After all, if Draco knew they had been heard, he might
take them back, and Shiloe wanted to keep them, so that he could hold them
close to his heart in case they were never uttered again.
 
“Shi, what are you doing to-” Neville’s words were cut short as he entered the
bathroom and stared in shock at the sight of both Shiloe and Draco naked, with
Rowena Ravenclaw standing some feet away, watching in amusement.
 
“Bloody hell.” He whispered, staring at Draco.
 
Draco smirked. “What?”
 
Neville flushed and shook his head, forcing himself to look at Shiloe instead,
his eyes darting back to Draco every few seconds. “Um, Shi, what are you doing
today? We have a free block right now. I thought maybe we could-”
 
Suddenly, they heard loud knocking.
 
Shiloe sighed. “Fucking hell, now is not a good time!” He snarled. “Nev, I’ll
talk with you in a second. I have to get the door.” He said, quickly brushing a
kiss against the other teen’s lips. “Love you.” He said as he headed out the
door, grabbing trousers and slipping them on as he walked, albeit rather
gracelessly.
 
He opened the door ready to tell the person off, but swayed as another bond
connected with another flash of bloody blue! ‘I am going to be in deep shit for
the, apparently, huge lie I told my poor, unsuspecting Host.’ He thought,
blinking and focusing on the words Dumbledore was saying.
 
“…See for himself, so I brought him here.”
 
Shiloe frowned and looked down at the big, black dog that was grinning up at
him. “Fine, come in.” He sighed, stepping aside enough to admit the dog, but
not Dumbledore. “He’s allowed, you are not. This is Pack business. Good-bye.”
He said shortly, shutting the door in Dumbledore’s face.
 
Sirius shifted back to human form, his grin gone. “So it is true.” He said
softly. “You’re not Harry?” He sounded lost and utterly forlorn.
 
Shiloe sighed. “No, sorry, I’m not. However, you will still be part of my life.
You happen to be one of my anchors.” He said, crossing his arms over his chest.
“But why are you here, again?”
 
“Dumbledore sent a letter, telling me that Harry had…” He had to swallow, and
Shiloe’s heart clenched at the feeling of despair rolling off of him. “Well,
telling me about you, I guess. So I came to see for myself. I’m so sorry!” He
said, wrapping his arms around Shiloe, who stood still in shock for a moment
before lifting his arms and wrapping them around the Animagus.
 
He chuckled. “We’re going to need to kiss eventually to seal the bond, you
know.” The teen pointed out.
 
Sirius only held tighter to him. “Later, tonight. For now, just let me hold
you. This never should have happened. I never should have gone after Peter.
Merlin, I’m sorry!”
 
Shiloe sighed. “This isn’t your fault, there’s no way you could have known the
future. There’s a reason Lily never mentioned her family but occasionally. You
were distraught, and if I had found that something like that happened to me,
I’d probably have done the same, I’m sure.”
 
*****
 
Neville was left with nothing to stare at save Draco as Shiloe left.
 
Draco smirked and continued washing. He finished and walked up to Neville. “So,
do you like staring at me? Our own little voyeur. This Pack is going to be an
interesting family, to say the least.” He said, using his thumb and forefinger
to tilt Neville’s face upward. He was only a few inches taller than the sturdy
Gryffindor. “I’m going to especially enjoy getting to know you better.” He
purred, claiming Neville’s mouth gently.
 
Neville sucked in a breath through his nose, eyes widening, then fluttering
shut as he whimpered softly, his arms rising of their own volition to wind
themselves around Draco’s neck.
 
Draco moaned softly, letting himself enjoy the taste of the Gryffindor. He
tasted of mint, tea, and sugar biscuits. Delicious, and yet, such innocent
flavours. Draco was consumed with a sudden urge to taint that innocence, if he
could. He raised his head and lifted a questioning eyebrow at the brunet. “What
say you, Longbottom? Do you think you would ever let me fuck you? I promise
you, I can be very gentle, if that’s what you need.” He purred.
 
Neville opened and closed his mouth a few times, then blushed again. “I… Well,
you’re very hot, but I’d want more than a one-night stand.” He said. “No matter
whom it’s with.”
 
Draco sighed, rolling his eyes. “We’re both part of Shiloe’s Pack. It would be
more than a one-night stand, regardless, since now your options are limited to
us, being his other anchors, or castration when he finds out you’ve been
unfaithful to him and the Pack as a whole. And he would find out, make no
mistake.” Draco finished.
 
Neville bit his lip. “I’ll think about it. But unless you start calling me
Neville, it will be a no. I don’t like being called by my surname. I have a
name that I don’t share with my parents, and I’d like for you to use it.” He
said firmly, yet softly, and left the room without a backward glance.
 
Draco glared after the normally timid Gryffindor. How dare he hand Draco an
ultimatum! Didn’t he know better than to talk back to his betters?!
 
Draco stopped that train of thought and calmed down. Perhaps… Perhaps it was a
good idea to become more familiar with him, make him more comfortable. And he
supposed he should be impressed with the nerve it must have taken Long—er,
Neville—to say that so baldly, and to him, no less.
 
He dried himself with a charm and headed out of the bathroom to dress. He froze
as he heard Neville’s voice raised in agitation. “But he’s Sirius Black!” The
teen shouted.
 
Draco ran out to the common room. He stared in shock as Shiloe ran a hand
through his hair, sighing heavily. He was standing next to a man that Draco
knew, from pictures his mother had shown him. He spoke softly, sounding
hesitant, not totally sure he was right. “Cousin Sirius?” They were really
second cousins, but it was close enough.
 
Sirius looked at him in shock. “You’re… Draco? Are you Narcissa’s boy?” He
asked.
 
Draco nodded, not sure whether to smile or sneer at the so-called blood
traitor. If he was an anchor, Draco had to be nice, but if not…
 
Sirius smiled widely. “You’re pretty.” He said bluntly, in amusement.
 
Draco’s decision was made, anchor or no. He sneered. “And you’re filthy.” He
responded, eyeing the unkempt man in disdain. He walked up to Shiloe, his mask
of superiority firmly in place. “I need to get back to my common room. I still
need to grab my things and then I have class.” He murmured, wrapping an arm
around Shiloe’s waist. “I suppose we’ll be meeting back here at the usual
time?” He asked.
 
“Yes. And don’t talk to Sirius like that. He’s been on the run. I plan to see
him washed up properly, and you’ll see him neat and tidy later.” Shiloe said,
and then claimed Draco’s mouth eagerly. “I’ll see you at six.”
 
Draco smirked. “I’ll see you first, I’m sure.” He returned, and then left
through the door that had appeared.
 
Shiloe was really starting to love his rooms. He turned back to Neville.
 
“Yes, he’s Sirius Black. He’s also Harry’s Godfather.” Shiloe told him.
 
Neville shook his head. “But he’s a-”
 
“Framed felon, I know.” Shiloe said, bored.
 
Neville frowned. “Framed?” He asked.
 
Shiloe nodded. “Framed, yes. He didn’t kill the Potters by word or deed, and
Peter Pettigrew is not, indeed, dead. He was masquerading as Ron’s rat,
Scabbers, for all these years. He got Harry’s parents killed, and killed those
Muggles.” He finished.
 
Neville seemed to puzzle it out in his head quickly, and then he looked back at
Sirius Black. “Oh. Well, then, pleased to meet you.”
 
Sirius smiled. “Likewise-Hey!” He shouted as Shiloe began to herd him toward
Salazar’s room.
 
“Come on, Nev.” Shiloe called. “Help me get him washed and shaved, then he
needs a bit of a haircut.”
 
Neville laughed and followed Shiloe into the bathroom.
 
*****
 
Shiloe and Neville surveyed their work smugly. Sirius’ hair was trimmed to get
rid of the split ends and he was clean and neatly shaved, though he had
insisted that he wanted to retain his look from before Azkaban, facial hair and
all.
 
Shiloe nodded in satisfaction. “Good.” This was a man he’d be willing to seal
the bond with, when Sirius was ready. “Oh, and also, since I don’t want you on
the run anymore, you’re living here. When people come over that can’t know
you’re here, I have another room you can use. I’ll make sure you’re safe. You
will let me protect you in this way, since I need you alive and near me. Are we
in agreement?” He asked.
 
Sirius sighed. “You’re really overbearing for a Godson, you know.”
 
“Good thing I’m not your Godson, then, hm?” Shiloe asked with a smirk, giving
the man, who was dressed still in rags, however clean they now were, a thorough
perusal. “You need new clothes. Neville and I should be able to get you some
after lunch. We have the rest of the day free after charms. I need new clothes
as well. Harry has horrible taste.”
 
Sirius snorted. “I like his taste in clothes.” He said flatly.
 
Shiloe sighed. “You would.” He told the former Gryffindor in wry amusement.
“This is why I will be buying your clothes, not you. You’re the last heir to
the line of Black, so you’re going to dress like it.” He said firmly. “Besides
that, I want you to look as hot as I know you can.”
 
Sirius sighed. “Fine, I suppose. Do we have to share a bedroom?” He asked,
grinning.
 
“No.” Shiloe chuckled. “I don’t think you’d be comfortable in Salazar
Slytherin’s chambers, anyway. You can have Godric Gryffindor’s room.”
 
Neville sighed sadly.
 
Shiloe rolled his eyes. “Which you will apparently have to share with Neville
occasionally.” He added.
 
Neville flushed. “No, it’s fine.”
 
“I want you happy.” Shiloe told him. “If you like his rooms, by all means, use
them.”
 
Sirius shrugged. “Well, where are they, then?”
 
Shiloe led him to Godric’s rooms and Sirius smiled widely. “Nice.” He said,
eyeing the huge bed. “Really nice.”
 
Shiloe rolled his eyes. “Yes, it’s great. So, stay in these rooms, you can chat
with the founders, and they may take on physical form, so don’t be alarmed. If
I find that they got to fuck you before me, I will be most displeased, so if
they hit on you, don’t act on it.” He warned.
 
Sirius grinned. “Sure thing. When will I see you?”
 
Shiloe smirked. “I’m not sure, but probably before dinner. If not, then I’ll
see you by six, when the rest of my anchors will be meeting you. I’m sure one
of them will be overjoyed to see you.” He said, thinking of Severus with glee.
‘Well, he did say get some mature anchors, and Sirius is an adult. It’s close
enough.’ Shiloe decided.
 
Neville cast tempus. “Come on, we have to get to charms now.”
 
*****
 
“What were you doing during breakfast?” Hermione hissed to Shiloe once they
were seated, waiting for class to start. “You can’t keep skipping meals, people
are getting suspicious.” She added.
 
“Yeah, mate. What was so important?” Ron asked.
 
Shiloe rolled his eyes. “So tell people I take meals in my rooms. I’ve done so
a few times already. And I was giving my new dog a bath.” He said with a smirk.
 
Hermione smiled widely. “Oh, Si-Snuffles is here?”
 
Ron snorted at the nickname, and Hermione shot him a glare.
 
“Yeah, I got a pet.” Shiloe joked.
 
Ron leaned in closer. “Is he an anchor?” He asked in a whisper.
 
Shiloe nodded.
 
Hermione giggled. “Harry’s not going to be too comfortable with that.” She
noted.
 
“Not my problem.” Shiloe said blithely.
 
Professor Flitwick’s arrival forestalled any further conversation.
 
*****
 
After lunch, Shiloe and Neville headed for Dumbledore’s office.
 
“Ah, Shiloe, to what do I owe the pleasure?” The genial old man asked.
 
Shiloe sneered. “Pleasure, indeed.” He drawled. “I need to go and buy suitable
clothing for my new roommate. He will be staying with me. Rest assured, I can
conceal his presence if I need to.” He said, carefully avoiding looking
directly into the man’s twinkling blue eyes.
 
Dumbledore smiled. “Oh, wonderful, wonderful. Yes, I’m sure you can keep him
safely hidden. You’ll need a pass to go to Hogsmeade, here.” Dumbledore wrote
out a pass. “Do you know his sizes?”
 
Shiloe nodded. “I took his measurements already.” He confirmed, accepting the
pass.
 
“Good, good.” Dumbledore nodded happily. “Well, then, I will see you later, and
I’m sure Sirius will be glad to get new clothes.”
 
Shiloe hummed dismissively under his breath, leaving the office with Neville,
who sighed once they were gone, the tension he had held in the office draining
from him.
 
“You’d think he’d know how much you dislike him by now.” Neville said.
 
“Oh, he does.” Shiloe told him. “He just chooses to ignore it. He thinks we can
become friends.”
 
Neville nodded. “I see. So, what are we getting Sirius?”
 
Shiloe smirked. “We’ll know when we see our options, I’m sure. Would you like
some new clothes? I have plenty of money; Harry won’t even notice any missing
from one single shopping trip.” He said.
 
“I don’t really need any clothes, but… My dress robes are awful.” Neville
whispered.
 
Shiloe shook his head. “Well, that’s just not on. We’ll get you some
exceptionally handsome ones that you’ll be proud to wear, then.” He decided. “I
want you looking your best at all times, after all.” He said with a smirk.
 
***** Orgy Ensues *****
Shiloe and Neville entered the castle and lugged their purchases up to the
fourth floor with broad smiles.
 
Sirius and Shiloe now had several new outfits each.
 
Shiloe had insisted on getting the highest quality trousers and silk shirts for
Sirius, plus Shiloe had purchased new uniforms. His slacks were softer than
Harry’s usual uniform, and the shirt was silk rather than cotton. He had gotten
velvet robes for the winter and satin for the summer, rather than the cotton
ones Harry wore year-round.
 
He had also insisted on silk boxers and pyjamas, getting matching black pyjamas
for himself, Neville, Draco, Blaise, Sirius and Cedric. He was sure that
Severus already had black silk pyjamas. The Potions Master struck him as that
sort of man, after all. 
 
Neville had gotten new dress robes in a shade of sky blue that matched his eyes
nicely, and Shiloe had surprised him by buying him a new wand, though they had
to get it from a less reputable maker than Ollivander, since they had been in
Hogsmeade.
 
Shiloe could see every time Neville did magic that his wand did not fully agree
with him. He had asked Neville where he got it and had been furious to learn
that it was Frank Longbottom’s wand, not Neville’s.
 
Neville’s new wand made his spellwork quite a bit more effective, and Shiloe
was pleased to note the new confidence his increased power gave the teen.
 
They got to the entrance of Shiloe’s rooms and got in, hearing Sirius laughing.
They found the man sitting on the couch, talking about his days as a Marauder
and comparing pranks he had pulled with Godric’s tales. Both men had been big
practical jokers in their youth, apparently.
 
“Alright, here.” Shiloe handed Sirius four bags full of clothes and a few other
things Shiloe had decided Sirius needed.
 
Sirius looked shocked. “Thanks.” He said in shock. “How much did all this cost?
I’ll pay you-”
 
Shiloe held up a hand to silence him. “I inherited the Potter vault, remember?
It was a pittance, really. No need to pay me back, consider them a gift.
Really, it’s so I don’t have to look at those rags anymore. You’re burning them
once you change, of course. Go get dressed as befits your station.” He ordered.
 
Godric got up and followed him, shooting a grin back at Shiloe.
 
Shiloe sighed. “I think Godric has a crush on my anchor.” He said wearily.
 
Neville laughed. “Well, at least Sirius will have a friend to keep him busy.”
 
“Busy with what, though?” Shiloe asked darkly.
 
Both teens were silent for a moment, contemplating the pranks the two of them
might come up with, when left to their own devices.
 
“Okay, yeah, this could be bad.” Neville finally admitted.
 
After a few more moments, Sirius came out in grey trousers and a navy blue silk
shirt, his eyes wide. “All those clothes are top-of-the-line. They had to be
expensive.” He said softly, his eyes shining with gratitude.
 
Shiloe waved a dismissive hand. “I told you, it’s a pittance. Do you like
them?” He asked.
 
Sirius smiled. “Yeah. Thanks.”
 
“That’s all that matters to me. I’m sure Harry will agree. I’m glad you’re an
anchor. He needs you around.” Shiloe said.
 
Sirius strode confidently toward them, stopping right in front of Shiloe.
“Really, thank you. Now I truly feel worthy of the anchor bond.” He said, and
then claimed Shiloe’s mouth, kissing him deeply, letting him feel every ounce
of love and gratitude Sirius held for the teen.
 
Shiloe smiled when Sirius pulled away. “Remind me to buy you clothes more often
if I get kisses like that in return.” He said, making both Neville and Sirius
laugh.
 
Suddenly, there was loud knocking on the door.
 
Shiloe opened it to find Hermione glaring at him reproachfully, Ron behind her
with an apologetic look on his face.
 
“Dinner started fifteen minutes ago. We waited for you, and you didn’t show. So
we came here.” She stated. “May we come in?” She asked, her voice crisp and
disapproving.
 
Shiloe sighed and let them in. “We have guests.” He told the other two.
 
Neville and Sirius grinned at the new arrivals.
 
Hermione raised her eyebrows at Sirius. “You look very nice in those.” She told
him.
 
Sirius gave her a roguish grin, and she blushed faintly. “Thank you, Ms.
Granger.” He said in a flirtatious tone.
 
“Hey! You’re mine! Stick to the anchors, or I’ll make sure you never have sex
again.” Shiloe warned.
 
Hermione turned to face Shiloe down. “And you! We’re going to eat with you
tonight.” She said.
 
Shiloe raised an eyebrow. “Are you? Do you know exactly what it is that I…
Eat?” He asked with a smirk.
 
Ron blushed. “Um, Hermione, he doesn’t need food, remember? He gets his energy
from blood and sex.” He said in a stage whisper.
 
Hermione flushed. “Oh. Right. Well, we’re eating here, if you aren’t coming to
the Great Hall.”
 
Shiloe sighed. “Fine by me.” He said, gesturing to the table. “Just tell the
table what you want, give it a few minutes, and your dishes will appear for
your dining pleasure.” He said. “While you four eat, I will be getting changed
and putting away my clothes.” He finished, walking into Salazar’s rooms.
 
*****
 
“Time to leave.” Shiloe told Hermione and Ron firmly as they finished their
meals.
 
Hermione frowned. “Why? It’s only a quarter till six!”
 
“That happens to be the time all my anchors will arrive, as well. I’m not ready
for you to know who they are yet. And if you don’t leave now, you won’t ever
know.” Shiloe snarled.
 
Sirius stood up, wrapping his arms around Shiloe comfortingly. “You two should
really leave. Now. He’s ready to defend their identity physically. You pushed
too far. Get out quickly.” He said.
 
Hermione and Ron left, Hermione sighing heavily as she pulled the door shut
behind her. Sirius stepped back, letting go of Shiloe with a sigh of relief.
 
He went to sit in one of the chairs and continued talking in low tones to
Neville, who was responding eagerly. ‘They must be talking about Herbology.’
Shiloe mused, walking over to the door.
 
He paced for a few minutes, waiting for Blaise and Draco to show up.
 
Blaise and Draco came through only a few minutes early and Blaise stopped for a
moment to scent the air, and then looked around curiously. Shiloe had a
suspicion that he was going to ask why Ron and Hermione had been there, and he
looked at the teen pleadingly to prevent the question.
 
Blaise just shrugged, wrapping his arms around Shiloe’s waist and cuddling up
to him as he looked at Sirius. “He’s canine.” He observed softly. “Not wolf,
though. Animagus?” He guessed.
 
“Yeah. Good nose.” Shiloe said with a smile, tapping said nose affectionately
as he seated them both on the couch.
 
Blaise smiled happily at the praise.
 
Draco hummed, throwing himself onto Sirius’ lap. “Good evening, Cousin.” He
said easily, smiling up at him. “You’re much more attractive all cleaned up.”
He added.
 
Sirius smirked. “And you’re still as pretty as any girl I’ve ever seen.”
 
“Your tongue is going to get ripped out if you keep calling me pretty.” Draco
told him sweetly.
 
Shiloe snorted at the exchange.
 
Sirius ran his fingers through Draco’s hair and Draco’s eyelids dropped to
half-mast, as he sighed happily.
 
The door opened once more. “…And, I expect the Tasks will be less dan…” Severus
stopped what he was saying to Cedric, and his eyes narrowed. “Black.” He spat.
 
Sirius smiled widely. “Snivellus! What brings you here?”
 
Shiloe shot a silencing spell at Sirius, then, for good measure, silenced
Severus as well. “Children?” He said to get their attention.
 
Both men turned their glares on him, and Shiloe responded with a saucy smirk.
“Play nice, or you’ll never get laid.” He finished, removing the spells.
 
Sirius huffed and Severus took a seat, slowly, glaring daggers at Sirius, but
thankfully keeping his mouth shut.
 
Cedric just raised his eyebrows and sat. “Sirius Black?” He asked.
 
“He’s innocent.” Shiloe explained. “If you want more information, you can ask
him, I’m not going to tell the story right now.”
 
Cedric nodded. “I trust you, so I’m not too concerned about the explanation.”
He said.
 
Shiloe hummed and kissed Blaise deeply, pushing him down into the cushions of
the couch.
 
Blaise whimpered into the kiss and Shiloe chuckled. “Do you want me tonight?”
He asked.
 
Blaise flushed. “I… A bit, but…” He dropped his eyes to Shiloe’s lips. “I don’t
know that I’m quite ready yet.” He answered.
 
Shiloe smiled gently, stroking Blaise’s cheek.
 
Blaise sighed, his eyelids drooping slightly at the calming touch.
 
“I will never force you.” Shiloe said softly. “That is not our way. I will let
you become accustomed to me in your own time, and I am prepared to be
exceptionally patient in your case, as the fate you are faced with was not your
choice. Both you and I know that I will eventually have you. When that happens
is not a concern for me. I will love you just as much if it’s now as I will if
it’s in ten years.” He finished.
 
Blaise nodded in understanding. “I know. It will be soon. I know that much. But
I don’t think the time is now.”
 
Shiloe nodded. “Then it’s not yet time. When the time does come, you will know.
It will be undeniable.”
 
Blaise nodded and moaned softly as he was thoroughly kissed again.
 
Cedric got up to join them on the couch, leaning over Shiloe to kiss the nape
of his neck.
 
Shiloe growled and raised his head at the kiss. “Merlin, do that again.” He
whispered, as Blaise locked eyes with Cedric over Shiloe’s shoulder. They
smiled at each other as Cedric sucked at the patch of sensitive skin and Blaise
ground his hips upward against Shiloe’s hardness, the two sensations causing a
helpless whimper to escape Shiloe’s parted lips.
 
Only Sirius noticed the narrowing and darkening of Severus’ ebony eyes. He held
back his anger at the desirous stare, reminding himself that Shiloe needed the
greasy git in order to live.
 
Cedric blew a hot breath over the damp skin, the breath carrying whispered
words with it. “Want you so much.” He whispered.
 
Shiloe pulled himself off of Blaise’s body and felt himself being seated on
Cedric’s lap, not totally sure how Cedric had managed to shift him so easily.
‘Ah, that’s right, malnutrition tends to make one small and light.’ He
remembered bitterly. All thought left him when Cedric began stroking him over
his clothes.
 
Shiloe sighed and leaned his head back against Cedric’s shoulder as Blaise
shifted to watch them easier.
 
“Take it out.” Shiloe whispered.
 
Cedric’s hand stilled. “In front of everyone?” He asked in a quiet tone as
well.
 
Shiloe moaned. “Fuck, yeah.” He breathed, his eyes closed and breathing shallow
in his excitement.
 
Cedric gulped as his breathing increased as well and his slate-grey eyes
widened in shocked arousal. He quickly opened Shiloe’s trousers and pulled out
his erection, stroking it for all his anchors to see.
 
Severus inhaled sharply and averted his eyes, but Cedric smiled at the way his
smoky eyes seemed drawn to the displayed cock, flicking back despite the man’s
obvious reservations about watching ‘his student’ being stroked.
 
Sirius was watching avidly, his own hand reaching down to stroke Draco, who
batted it away with a hissed “We’re related, you pervert.”
 
Sirius smirked. “So?” He asked, and made another attempt for Draco’s cock.
 
Draco sighed, rolling his eyes, but let Sirius stroke him. Honestly, if he was
going to be offered relief while watching that, he was going to take it. He
wasn’t too fussy about where the relief was coming from.
 
Neville and Blaise’s eyes met, and Neville shrugged, beckoning Blaise over.
 
Blaise got up and straddled Neville, both of them shifting a bit to get
comfortable in the chair before their lips met and Neville began grinding
himself upward. Blaise moaned, glad that his wolf wasn’t going to restrict him
to sex with Shiloe only. Neville felt off a bit, but it was still arousing and
pleasurable to be touched by the teen, and judging by the little whimpering
moans Neville was vocalizing, he was enjoying the feelings as well.
 
Severus looked around at the three couples and sighed. “I can see that this has
degenerated into a full-blown orgy. Shall I take my leave now?” He asked.
 
Shiloe moaned again, and opened his eyes to lock them onto Severus’ as he
smirked. “You could stay and join in if you’d like. There’s room in my bed for
three.” He thought for a second, then added, “Or more.”
 
Severus sniffed. “I rather think not. Good evening, gentlemen.” Several moans
answered him as he got up to leave, glancing one last time at Shiloe’s exposed
cock before he left.
 
He was going to need to take a long shower before bed after that erotic visit.
 
***** Two in One *****
Shiloe moaned as Cedric began licking and sucking at his neck, leaving a dark
red love bite behind.
 
The other two couples froze to stare at Neville and Blaise as Blaise let out a
low whine and shuddered, slumping against Neville, who whispered, “Oh sweet
Merlin!” Before he moaned, coming in his pants as well.
 
Draco threw his head back and thrust twice more into Sirius’ hand, moaning as
he came from the sight of Neville’s face in orgasm.
 
Sirius whined as Draco got up and cast a cleaning charm on himself.
 
“What about me?” He asked petulantly, cock throbbing in denial.
 
Draco raised an eyebrow at him. “Shiloe hasn’t had you yet, and I prefer my
cock attached to my body, thanks.”
 
Shiloe smirked at Sirius. “I hereby declare this meeting adjourned. Sirius,
Cedric, my chambers, please.” He said with a smirk.
 
Cedric raised his eyebrows and smiled gleefully at Sirius, grabbing his hand
and pulling him into Salazar’s room as Shiloe gave the other three heated
kisses.
 
“That was bloody hot. We need to do that again.”
 
“Often, I hope.” Draco said with a smirk.
 
“Definitely.” Shiloe agreed.
 
The three teens left as Shiloe headed to his room to find Sirius and Cedric
already naked and waiting for him.
 
Well, sort of.
 
Sirius was stroking Cedric and kissing him heatedly, and Cedric was moaning
into the kiss happily.
 
“Hey!” Shiloe shouted, and the other two broke apart guiltily. “You were
supposed to wait for me.” He teased, banishing his clothes and setting Ducen on
the table. “You’d both better be careful not to touch my wand. It’s…
Temperamental.” He warned them, batting Sirius’ hand away from Cedric and
straddling the other teen.
 
Cedric smiled up at him, toying with his nipples.
 
Shiloe moaned and Sirius pushed him forward onto his hands and knees over
Cedric, then got behind him.
 
“What are you- Oh, fuck!” He shouted as Sirius’ tongue lapped at his entrance,
then pushed inside just a tiny bit.
 
Sirius chuckled, pushing his tongue in further, then drawing back to circle the
tiny hole, before it dove in again. Shiloe tasted of pure sin, and he imagined
that tonguing Harry like this would feel just as decadent and depraved, if not
more so.
 
Shiloe moaned loudly, leaning down to kiss Cedric hungrily.
 
Cedric reached down and began stroking Shiloe’s cock.
 
“Mm. Merlin.” Shiloe breathed against Cedric’s lips as they parted just enough
to breathe.
 
Cedric smirked. “He’s rimming you, isn’t he?” He asked.
 
Shiloe nodded, whimpering. “Fuck, it’s so good!” He shouted in pleasure as a
new sensation took the place of the tongue. “Fingers!” He shouted, answering
Cedric’s questioning look.
 
Cedric chuckled. “Oh, I see.”
 
Sirius lapped at the tiny hole as it stretched to admit two well-lubed fingers.
Shiloe seemed to be taking the intrusion well, and he wondered briefly if he
had already had someone top him. It certainly seemed as though he had, since
two fingers at the same time hadn’t hurt him.
 
Shiloe moaned as Sirius’ fingers crooked, pressing against that special spot
that made his eyes roll into the back of his head as pleasure swamped him.
“Ohhh, again.” He whispered.
 
Sirius chuckled and crooked his fingers again, rubbing against the same spot
insistently. “Like that, do you?” Sirius teased, slapping Shiloe’s arse.
 
Shiloe pushed back, moaning at the sharp pain. “Oohhh, yes!” He hissed. “Want
you both inside me. Now.” He panted.
 
Cedric’s eyes widened. “Both? At the same time?”
 
Sirius just grinned. “It can be done. I know that as a fact.”
 
Cedric licked his lips. “You’re in charge.” He told the man.
 
“Lube?” Sirius asked.
 
Cedric cursed. “I have some in my robe pocket. Shi, could you grab my robe?”
 
Shiloe scooted away from Sirius and reached down for the robe, handing it to
Cedric.
 
“Here it is.” The Hufflepuff produced a small tube, smiling.
 
Sirius rolled his eyes. “Not even liquid, he brings gel. Lovely.”
 
Shiloe snorted as Sirius accepted the tube and slicked his fingers. “It works,
so shut up.” He suggested.
 
Sirius slipped three fingers into Shiloe, lubing Cedric’s cock with his free
hand.
 
Shiloe moaned when Sirius’ wrist brushed against his cock.
 
“Calm down, we’re getting to you.” Sirius said soothingly.
 
“Yeah, you really are.” Shiloe agreed, laughing at the double meaning.
 
Cedric chuckled as well.
 
Sirius rolled his eyes and removed his fingers. “Alright, he’s ready for you.
Shi, sit back on Cedric. But go slowly.”
 
Shiloe raised himself up just enough to slide back onto Cedric’s length.
 
Sirius and Cedric both moaned, but for different reasons.
 
Cedric was feeling Shiloe’s slick inner walls sliding over his length, the
tightness enveloping him. “Merlin, you’ve no idea how you feel.” He breathed,
his hands gripping Shiloe’s hips tightly.
 
Shiloe moaned in response.
 
Sirius stared as that tiny opening stretched to admit Cedric’s cock, and
wondered if this really would work out.
 
Shiloe was tiny, there was no other word for it, really. Maybe there was a
chance they wouldn’t both fit.
 
Sirius slipped a finger in beside Cedric’s cock, carefully.
 
Too tight.
 
“Will this hurt Harry?” He asked.
 
Shiloe shook his head. “I have to heal the body before he takes control again.
He won’t have any lasting effects from anything I do, minus the bonds and
barring any pregnancies.” He said.
 
Sirius froze. “Are you…?”
 
Shiloe snarled in impatience. “No! And I don’t plan to be, at least not this
year! I’d have to check with Harry first, anyway. Now, are we fucking, or are
you just going to watch?” He snapped, lifting his hips and lowering them again.
 
Cedric groaned.
 
Shiloe chuckled softly as Sirius moved his finger, easing him open enough to
accept another.
 
Cedric pulled Shiloe’s face down to his, kissing Shiloe to distract him.
 
“Thank you.” Sirius muttered as Shiloe relaxed into the kisses.
 
He was able to add a third finger and then a fourth without much difficulty.
 
He gulped. No more reason to stall. He removed his fingers and pressed against
Shiloe’s opening. “Relax, and push back.”
 
Shiloe heard Sirius tell him to relax, and then all thought faded as his cock
slid in, stretching him and sliding against Cedric’s, the sensation so intense
that Shiloe wasn’t sure if he was in pleasure or pain, or perhaps a potent
mixture of both.
 
Sirius stilled, resting against Shiloe. He took a few deep breaths, groaning
softly when Shiloe shifted.
 
“Merlin, the two of you being inside me… You have no idea how amazing this
feels.” Shiloe breathed.
 
Cedric chuckled breathily. “I’m feeling pretty good over here, as well.” He
agreed, smiling at Shiloe as he drew the teen’s face toward his for a deep
kiss.
 
Sirius groaned at the sight and started moving, his breath catching as he only
just heard the soft whimper that slipped, unbidden, from between Shiloe’s
parted lips.
 
Shiloe raised his head, tilting it back to rest on Sirius’ shoulder. “Faster?”
He asked in a whisper.
 
Sirius chuckled harshly. “If I go any faster, this will be over pretty quick.”
He answered.
 
Shiloe gasped, then moaned before he spoke again. “I’m going to come soon
anyway. I’d like for us to come together.” He said.
 
Cedric moaned helplessly as Sirius sped up, sending all three of them rushing
toward release. He cried out when Shiloe’s mouth closed over his collarbone,
sucking hard and leaving a mark.
 
Shiloe accidentally bit down over the mark as he came, and Cedric clung to him,
riding out the orgasm with him, as Sirius’ cock pulsed against his, both of
them filling their slight lover.
 
Shiloe sighed happily, as Sirius curled his body against his back. Shiloe
wrapped both arms around Cedric’s arm and wrapped both his legs against one of
the Hufflepuff’s strong thighs, snuggling up to Cedric so that he was wrapped
up in his anchors’ emotions and scents.
 
‘I have to make sure Harry finds this for himself.’ Shiloe decided, as he
drifted off to sleep.
 
*****
 
Shiloe opened his eyes and frowned. This was… Not his room.
 
“Okay… Where am I?” He asked himself, turning in a circle in the unfurnished,
bare room.
 
“What the bloody- Shiloe?”
 
Shiloe turned again and saw… Himself.
 
“Harry?” He asked in shock. Damn. He had been hoping not to face Harry
personally for this revelation, but it looked like the decision was not his to
make. “Hey.” He amended with a smirk.
 
Harry blinked. “I’m dreaming.” He said flatly.
 
“Well, yes, but so am I. I’m still going to be in control for a while, but
don’t worry, things are going… Mostly well.” Shiloe finished softly.
 
Harry paled. “Mostly? What’s going wrong, then?”
 
Shiloe sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Well, I’ve found several anchors
so far, and… They’ve all been male.” He admitted with a sheepish grin.
 
Harry groaned. “But I thought you weren’t gay!” He protested.
 
Shiloe chuckled. “Yes, well, in my defence, so did I. But I forgot to add that
I wouldn’t really know what gender my anchors were until I met them.”
 
“Fine.” Harry ran a hand through his hair and started pacing. “Just promise me
you won’t bottom?”
 
Shiloe flushed. “Um, too late?” He ventured.
 
Harry glared at him. “You let someone fuck my arse?!” He shouted.
 
“You’d prefer death?” Shiloe asked in surprise.
 
“No, I’d prefer if you were to top!”
 
Shiloe grinned. “Yes, well, try telling that to Sirius yourself.”
 
Harry paled further. “Sirius is an anchor?” He whispered in shock.
 
Shiloe smiled widely. “Don’t tell me you’re surprised. He loves you. Of course
he’s an anchor! It would be insane if he weren’t. Besides, I got him all
cleaned up, bought him some new clothes, and now he’s staying in Godric’s room.
You won’t have to worry about him not being safe anymore.”
 
Harry opened and shut his mouth a few times, then finally decided on a
response. “Oh. Well. Thanks, I guess.”
 
Shiloe sighed. “I don’t hate you, you know. I might come off as an ass, and if
I do, I’m sorry. I’m just not used to dealing with others. That’s always been
your job. I like to think I’m getting better, though, considering how precious
little experience I have to work with. And, since I can see you now,” He
grabbed Harry’s arm and pulled him close. “Come here, you.” He mumbled, hugging
his Host. “You never should have held back your magic from protecting you.
That’s what creates us, you know. But it’s all right. I’m here, now. I’ll keep
you safe.”
 
Harry chuckled. “I think I’ve proven that I can take care of myself by now.”
 
Shiloe snorted. “Oh, what a load of rubbish! You shouldn’t have to, you’re a
child! And now you won’t have to. I’m not leaving you alone, so you’ve got back
up whenever you need it.” He smirked. “Voldemort isn’t going to know what hit
him.”
 
“Do you think he’s going to come back?”
 
Shiloe sighed. “Well, while you were off playing show-and-tell with your guests
before term, I was checking out the link from your scar to him. He isout there
and is getting stronger, I believe that much. But I can guard the link while
I’m not active, and redirect all the dreams you’d normally get to me, instead.
That way, I can tell you the important bits and you don’t have to deal with the
emotional baggage. I can handle that better, anyway, so it’s a burden I should
bear.” He said calmly.
 
Harry frowned. “You’d do that?”
 
Shiloe rolled his eyes with a loud sigh. “For anyone else… Well, I’d probably
tell them to go hang. But, Harry, for you, and only you, I’m happy to ease the
pressures I can help with. Nothing makes me feel more useful, after all.” He
said, flushing as he looked anywhere but at Harry’s stunned face.
 
“Thank you!” Harry’s arms wrapped around him again, and Shiloe returned the
hug. This was what being Shiloe was about, after all. Keeping his Host as
mentally whole and happy as one with the kind of past he had suffered could be.
Mostly, at least. The other parts were all about fighting anything that
threatened Harry’s happiness or health, and getting shagged. But those were
minor issues compared to Harry’s mental well-being.
 
Shiloe got a sudden idea, and concentrated on the anchor-bond between himself
and Neville, tugging on it gently.
 
Neville appeared in the room, looking disoriented. “What… Shi? Harry?! What’s
going on?”
 
Shiloe walked over and took his hand. “Calm down, Nev. Harry, Neville is an
anchor. I wanted you to know about him because he’d have the hardest time
pretending to be just friends with you. Neville, sorry about that. I only
pulled you into the dream because I’m not sure if I’ll have another chance
before my time to be active is up. Sometimes it’s hard for Shiloe and Host to
share dreams, and I’m not sure how we managed it this time, really.” He
admitted.
 
“Oh.” Neville looked at Harry and blushed. “Hi, Harry.” He said shyly.
 
Harry smiled. “Hey, Nev.” He looked at Shiloe. “Wait… Have you slept together
yet? Who topped?”
 
Shiloe chuckled darkly, looking at Neville. “You can answer if you want. If
not, Harry can just wonder.”
 
Neville shook his head mutely.
 
Shiloe stroked Neville’s cheek gently. “Sorry, Harry.” He met Harry’s eyes. “He
doesn’t want to tell you, and it’s his privacy, too. I’m not willing to betray
that, so you’ll have to guess and wonder, unless you can get an answer from him
once you’re back in control of things.” Shiloe could feel himself waking.
“Alright, you two, this little conference dream is about to end. Harry, I’ll
chat with you later, Nev, see you in a few hours.” He said, just in time as the
dream faded and he woke.
 
***** Unforgivable Curses *****
Extra Disclaimer: I don’t own the books, though I am using parts of them,
altered only slightly, for this chapter and the next. No money is being made
for it, and I mean no harm or copyright infringement.
 
 
 
 
“That was definitely on the stranger side.” Shiloe muttered, reaching out for
his wand, eyes still closed.
 
He quickly became distracted when instead of his nightstand he found a broad
expanse of bare male chest. “Mm.” Shiloe hummed, flicking Cedric’s nipple.
 
“Morning.” Cedric’s sleepy voice sounded and the Hufflepuff rolled over,
throwing his leg over Shiloe’s lower half and kicking Sirius in the process.
 
Sirius growled and pulled Shiloe closer. “Get your own.”
 
Cedric chuckled. “I have one. And you have to give it back if you’re going to
sleep.” He added, poking Sirius in the shoulder.
 
Shiloe snorted as Sirius tried to stop his escape, to no avail. “Well, that was
all very entertaining, but now I have to get to the loo.” He grinned at Cedric.
“You have a mark, by the way.” He told the teen, brushing his fingertips over
the hickey. “It looks good on you.” He whispered, kissing him gently before he
headed into the bathroom.
 
Cedric heard a sleepy chuckle and looked over to see one amused grey eye
peeking at him over a pillow. “Oh, you’re just jealous!” He scoffed lightly at
the ex-con.
 
Shiloe walked out of the bathroom. “So, Moody today. That’s a memory Harry’s
going to need, as well. What’s he like?” Shiloe asked Cedric.
 
Cedric smirked. “He’s awesome. He’s seen this stuff, been out there on the
front lines. He knows what he’s talking about, there’s no question.” He said.
 
Shiloe nodded. “Cool. Maybe this year we can actually learn something. Besides
the creatures, that is. Too bad Remus can’t come back.”
 
Sirius sighed. “Yeah, I miss Moony.”
 
“Well, I should get going. Herbology first thing.” Cedric said with a grin.
“Not my idea of fun. I need to be well-armed.”
 
Shiloe chuckled and kissed him. “Alright, I’ll see you.”
 
He watched Cedric go, then sighed. “Free block.” Shiloe groaned, laying back
and covering his eyes with an arm.
 
Sirius sat up eagerly. “Why so depressed? Free block means there’s time for
morning noo-”
 
“No morning ‘nookie’ today, Mr. Black.” A stern female voice rang out and a
woman dressed in sky blue robes came into the room. She had brown ringlets
framing her face and ice-blue eyes, and she carried two books. “Grab your wand
and join me. Clothing optional, I don’t care either way.” Rowena said briskly
to Shiloe, then turned and headed into her chambers.
 
Shiloe got up and dressed, smiling ruefully at Sirius. “Free time with no
pressing business means Animagus training.” He explained. “And other lessons,
as well, later.” He added softly, frowning.
 
Sirius wrinkled his nose. “Sounds… Fun. Guess I’ll chat with Godric.” He said
brightly.
 
“You won’t suffer with me?” Shiloe pleaded.
 
Sirius laughed. “Bloody hell, no! I’m already an Animagus, remember?”
 
“Bastard!” Shiloe paused in buttoning his top to glare at Sirius. “So you plan
to sit and chat while I’m in there with the devil-teacher?” He joked.
 
“Shiloe, I’m waiting!” Rowena’s voice snapped from outside Salazar’s door.
 
Shiloe flushed. “Bloody fucking hell! Can’t you give a guy a bit of warning
when you leave a room? Use a door or something!” He cried, buttoning furiously
and looking around for his robe.
 
He found it and rushed out of the room, muttering about overbearing ancestors
and infuriating anchors.
 
Sirius chuckled. He was pleased that Shiloe wasn’t around a few minutes later
to hear him squeal like a girl when Godric materialized in bed with him. “You
almost scared the magic out of me!” He told the man.
 
Godric grinned. “Good. Now, on to other things. I think we need to get Shiloe
to come out of his shell a bit, and I was thinking that the best way to do that
is to invite a few… Friends over.”
 
Sirius grinned back at him, wickedly. “Oh? Tell me more.”
 
*****
 
Shiloe groaned, heading out of his rooms and finding Ron and Hermione waiting
outside, glaring at the door ineffectually. “What now?!” He asked in
irritation.
 
Hermione opened her mouth, but Shiloe cut her off. “Right. Breakfast. Sorry. I
was… In class.” He sneered, remembering how Rowena had started class and
breakfast at the same time, lecturing to him as he ate (not that he needed to,
but he had wanted waffles) and listened about the Animagus transformation.
 
He would have a potion to take, an incantation to memorize, and an essay to
write for each form he discovered. The potion was only able to detect up to
three, but once he had learned the transformation itself, the hard part was
over. All that would remain would be finding his other forms, which would come
to him as they were needed, in dreams.
 
He was supposed to meditate to find his first form, and then take the potion
only to confirm it.
 
“What class? Transfigurations hasn’t started yet, and that’s first today.”
 
Shiloe gave Ron a droll stare. “I live with Rowena Ravenclaw herself. Do you
honestly think she hasn’t got things she thinks I absolutely must know?” He
sneered.
 
Hermione giggled.
 
Shiloe spared her an amused look. “Oh, you’re one to laugh!” He teased. “How
many times have you read ‘Hogwarts, a History?’ Don’t lie.”
 
Hermione sniffed. “I’ll have you know I just have a great memory.” She said
primly, sticking her nose in the air.
 
Ron snorted. “No one’s memory is that good!” He protested. “You’ve got the
whole bloody thing memorized, Mione!”
 
Hermione grinned, ducking her head. “I’ve only read it three times.” She
straightened when both boys groaned in unison, for once in agreement on
something, though it was at her expense. “What? You two certainly haven’t done
so yet!” She defended herself.
 
“When we have you, why read the book?” Shiloe asked with a smirk.
 
Ron chuckled, patting him on the back, making Shiloe feel his emotions once
again. He was missing Harry, but relieved that Shiloe seemed willing to speak
with them civilly now.
 
Shiloe prepared for anger at the touch, but only felt a sense of calm
contentment. He frowned, but brushed it off.
 
Hermione noticed that he hadn’t bristled at the touch. After a few more moments
of walking, she let her hand ‘accidentally’ brush his.
 
Shiloe looked at her sharply, eyes narrowed, then his face became contemplative
and he resumed walking, brow furrowed. Their touches weren’t bothering him as
much as they used to. He was becoming accustomed to Ron and Hermione, it
seemed. Harry would be pleased.
 
Shiloe wrote letters to his anchors changing their nightly meeting time to
seven o’clock, giving him time to find out what was going on with the other
two-thirds of the Golden Trio, and why their touches were no longer utterly
repellent to him.
 
‘Maybe this is because I have more anchors, so I can shut out other influences
easier? I’m not so emotionally open to them?’ Shiloe mused.
 
*****
 
They hurried into three chairs right in front of the teacher’s desk, took out
their copies of The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection, and waited,
unusually quiet. Soon they heard Moody’s distinctive clunking footsteps coming
down the corridor, and he entered the room, looking as strange and frightening
as ever. They could just see his clawed, wooden foot protruding from underneath
his robes.
 
“You can put those away.” He growled, stumping over to his desk and sitting
down. “Those books. You won’t need them.”
 
They returned the books to their bags, Ron looking excited.
 
Moody took out a register, shook his long mane of grizzled gray hair out of his
twisted and scarred face, and began to call out names, his normal eye moving
steadily down the list while his magical eye swivelled around, fixing upon each
student as he or she answered.
 
“Right, then.” He said, when the last person had declared themselves present,
“I’ve had a letter from Professor Lupin about this class. Seems you’ve had a
pretty thorough grounding in tackling Dark creatures — you’ve covered boggarts,
Red Caps, hinkypunks, grindylows, Kappas, and werewolves, is that right?”
 
There was a general murmur of assent.
 
“But you’re behind — very behind — on dealing with curses.” Said Moody. “So I’m
here to bring you up to scratch on what wizards can do to each other. I’ve got
one year to teach you how to deal with Dark —”
 
“What, aren’t you staying?” Ron blurted out.
 
Moody’s magical eye spun around to stare at Ron; Ron looked extremely
apprehensive, but after a moment Moody smiled — the first time Shiloe had seen
him do so. The effect was to make his heavily scarred face look more twisted
and contorted than ever, but it was nevertheless good to know that he ever did
anything as friendly as smile. Ron looked deeply relieved.
 
“You’ll be Arthur Weasley’s son, eh?” Moody said. “Your father got me out of a
very tight corner a few days ago… Yeah, I’m staying just the one year. Special
favour to Dumbledore… One year, and then back to my quiet retirement.”
 
He gave a harsh laugh, and then clapped his gnarled hands together.
 
“So — straight into it. Curses. They come in many strengths and forms. Now,
according to the Ministry of Magic, I’m supposed to teach you counter curses
and leave it at that. I’m not supposed to show you what illegal Dark curses
look like until you’re in the sixth year. You’re not supposed to be old enough
to deal with it until then. But Professor Dumbledore’s got a higher opinion of
your nerves, he reckons you can cope, and I say, the sooner you know what
you’re up against, the better. How are you supposed to defend yourself against
something you’ve never seen? A wizard who’s about to put an illegal curse on
you isn’t going to tell you what he’s about to do. He’s not going to do it nice
and polite to your face. You need to be prepared. You need to be alert and
watchful. You need to put that away, Miss Brown, when I’m talking.”
 
Lavender jumped and blushed. She had been showing Parvati her completed
horoscope under the desk. Apparently, Moody’s magical eye could see through
solid wood, as well as out of the back of his head.
 
“So… Do any of you know which curses are most heavily punished by Wizarding
law?”
 
Several hands rose tentatively into the air, including Ron’s and Hermione’s.
 
Moody pointed at Ron, though his magical eye was still fixed on Lavender.
 
“Er,” Said Ron tentatively, “My dad told me about one… Is it called the
Imperius Curse, or something?”
 
“Ah, yes.” Said Moody appreciatively. “Your father would know that one. Gave
the Ministry a lot of trouble at one time, the Imperius Curse.”
 
Moody got heavily to his mismatched feet, opened his desk drawer, and took out
a glass jar. Three large black spiders were scuttling around inside it. Shiloe
felt Ron recoil slightly next to him — Ron hated spiders.
 
Moody reached into the jar, caught one of the spiders, and held it in the palm
of his hand so that they could all see it. He then pointed his wand at it and
muttered, “Imperio!”
 
The spell looked like nothing Shiloe had seen before. It was silvery, and
looked like mist, but then it seemed to find its way inside the spider,
somehow.
 
The spider leapt from Moody’s hand on a fine thread of silk and began to swing
backward and forward as though on a trapeze. It stretched out its legs rigidly,
then did a back flip, breaking the thread and landing on the desk, where it
began to cartwheel in circles. Moody jerked his wand, and the spider rose onto
two of its hind legs and went into what was unmistakably a tap dance.
 
Everyone was laughing — everyone except Moody.
 
“Think it’s funny, do you?” He growled. “You’d like it, would you, if I did it
to you?”
 
The laughter died away almost instantly.
 
“Total control.” Said Moody quietly as the spider balled itself up and began to
roll over and over. “I could make it jump out of the window, drown itself,
throw itself down one of your throats…”
 
Ron gave an involuntary shudder.
 
“Years back, there were a lot of witches and wizards being controlled by the
Imperius Curse,” said Moody, and Shiloe knew he was talking about the days in
which Voldemort had been all-powerful.
 
“Some job for the Ministry, trying to sort out who was being forced to act, and
who was acting of their own free will.
 
“The Imperius Curse can be fought, and I’ll be teaching you how, but it takes
real strength of character, and not everyone’s got it. Better avoid being hit
with it if you can. CONSTANT VIGILANCE!” He barked, and everyone jumped.
 
Moody picked up the somersaulting spider and threw it back into the jar.
 
“Anyone else know one? Another illegal curse?”
 
Hermione’s hand flew into the air again and so, to Shiloe’s slight surprise,
did Neville’s. The only class in which Neville usually volunteered information
was Herbology, which was easily his best subject. Neville looked surprised at
his own daring.
 
“Yes?” Moody asked, his magical eye rolling right over to fix on Neville.
 
“There’s one — the Cruciatus Curse.” Volunteered Neville in a small but
distinct voice.
 
Moody was looking very intently at Neville, this time with both eyes.
 
“Your name’s Longbottom?” He said, his magical eye swooping down to check the
register again.
 
Neville nodded nervously, but Moody made no further inquiries.
 
Turning back to the class at large, he reached into the jar for the next spider
and placed it upon the desktop, where it remained motionless, apparently too
scared to move.
 
“The Cruciatus Curse,” Explained Moody. “Needs to be a bit bigger for you to
get the idea.” He pointed his wand at the spider. “Engorgio!”
 
The spider swelled. It was now larger than a tarantula. Abandoning all
pretences, Ron pushed his chair backward, as far away from Moody’s desk as
possible.
 
Moody raised his wand again, pointed it at the spider, and muttered, “Crucio!”
 
Shiloe felt bile rise as he saw the thick, oily magic pouring from Moody’s
wand. This curse seemed to be made of nothing but pure malevolence.
 
At once, the spider’s legs bent in upon its body; it rolled over and began to
twitch horribly, rocking from side to side. No sound came from it, but Shiloe
was sure that if it could have given voice, it would have been screaming. Moody
did not remove his wand, and the spider started to shudder and jerk more
violently —
 
“Stop it!” Hermione said shrilly.
 
Shiloe looked around at her. She was looking, not at the spider, but at
Neville, and Shiloe, following her gaze, saw that Neville’s hands were clenched
upon the desk in front of him, his knuckles white, his eyes wide and horrified.
 
Shiloe was appalled that he had been so tuned into Draco’s placid emotions and
Blaise’s Wolf’s longing for him that he hadn’t even felt Neville’s distress.
But he could feel it now, and he was ready to spring from his desk and help the
teen collect himself. He felt the room cool drastically, and had to reign in
his emotions before he caused a torrential downpour in the DADA classroom.
 
Moody raised his wand. The spider’s legs relaxed, but it continued to twitch.
 
“Reducio.” Moody muttered, and the spider shrank back to its proper size. He
put it back into the jar.
 
“Pain.” Said Moody softly. “You don’t need thumbscrews or knives to torture
someone if you can perform the Cruciatus Curse… That one was very popular once
too.
 
“Right… Anyone know any others?”
 
Shiloe looked around. From the looks on everyone’s faces, he guessed they were
all wondering what was going to happen to the last spider. Hermione’s hand
shook slightly as, for the third time, she raised it into the air.
 
“Yes?” Said Moody, looking at her.
 
“Avada Kedavra.” Hermione whispered.*
 
 
 
*Taken from Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, pages 210-222.
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