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Shiloe	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 47101 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 7
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, the Potterverse, or anything you recognize here. I make no money from this either, sadly. I'm terribly poor. -.-

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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 Dursley’s 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 behavior 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.
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