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Shiloe	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 47211 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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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.
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