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Shiloe	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 47196 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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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 dandelion yellow 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 repellant 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 swiveled 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 favor 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 pretenses, 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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