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Shiloe: The Weapon	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 24937 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Shiloe walked up to Hogwarts’ gates from his Apparition point and informed Severus that he was back.

“Good. I expect to see Harry at seven.” He said firmly, then cut the connection.

Shiloe smiled and shook his head with a sigh. ‘Well, I should have expected that reaction. At least he didn’t yell at me.’

He headed toward the Forbidden Forest, walking into the shade of a large tree and stepping out into the alcove in his common room.

Helga and Salazar were in the common room dancing, and Shiloe leaned against the wall for a few moments, watching them. They looked good together.

When the dance ended, Shiloe applauded them softly.

Helga turned with a wide smile and curtseyed. “Thank you, my good Sir.” She said amiably. “I’m glad to see you back. Did you have permission to stay the night last night?” She asked.

Shiloe pulled a face. “No, but Master called me on the ring and now I have to get permission to be gone overnight, as well.” He explained.

Salazar smirked. “A good Dom will always make sure they know of your whereabouts. Don’t worry too much about it.” He said lightly.

Shiloe shook his head and walked into Helga’s room, then let Harry surface.

‘I spent the night with Bill. Molly will be sending us weekly reports on his working habits, and I will let you know if there’s any action that needs to be taken in response. You have Occlumency at seven PM.’ He informed Harry as the teen took in his surroundings.

“All right.” Harry said evenly. “I’ll be there. Snape’ll have my head if I’m not.” He muttered to himself, walking out into the common room.

Salazar smiled. “Harry, nice to see you.” He said amiably.

Harry returned the smile. “Yeah, you too.” He said, sitting on the couch. “So, is there anything interesting going on with you guys today?” He asked.

Helga smiled. “No, today is a day for leisure. Why, did you WANT to do something?” She asked.

Harry shook his head. “Not really. I kind of just want to sit and relax for a few hours.”

Salazar shrugged. “Fine. You can watch us dance, if you want. Helga, Dearest, I’m not finished yet.” He said, holding out an impatient hand.

Helga giggled and moved back into his arms.

Salazar began leading her around the room again at a brisk pace.

Harry just leaned his head against the back of the couch and let his mind drift.

*****

“Enter.” Harry took a deep breath and opened the door, stepping through to Severus’ private rooms.

“Sir.” He said nervously.

“Potter.” Severus returned, then gestured to the couch. “Sit.”

Harry sat, and Severus took the chair. “Have you been clearing your mind each night?” The man asked.

Harry flushed. “Er, yeah.” He said, obviously uncomfortable.

“So you know by now the feeling of the blankness of mind you are attempting to create, correct?” Severus asked.

Harry shrugged. “I suppose so. Sir.”

Severus nodded. “Very well. Do you think you could simulate that state within your mind without having… Done anything beforehand?” He asked.

“Maybe.” Harry said warily. “I can certainly try.” He offered.

Severus sighed heavily. “Do so.” He told the teen.

Harry closed his eyes and concentrated, trying to recreate the lassitude and blankness of thought he felt after an orgasm. He finally managed to clear his mind and opened his eyes. “Alright.” He said.

Severus aimed his wand at Harry and spoke: “Legilimens.”

Harry felt a brush against his mind, and concentrated on not thinking.

Severus withdrew after a moment and nodded. “Good. Now, that approach is only the first step. To truly block someone, you will need to do something else. Clearing your mind of everything will only repel the initial probing, but if one looks further, which almost always is the case, they will find your thoughts, no matter how hard you try to hide them. The next step is to create a barrier around your mind, and store everything except your stream-of-consciousness behind it.” He told the teen.

Harry nodded. “How do I do that, Sir?”

“You must envision a wall surrounding your mind. Choose something sturdy. Stone and brick are both good choices.” Severus said helpfully.

“Would steel work?” Harry asked.

Severus frowned. “Metal would be strong.” He allowed. “But it is harder to work with. If you go that route, you will need help to fashion your walls. Help from someone related to you would be best, as the familial bond makes it easier to work within a person’s mind.”

“I can help.” Helga appeared in the room, standing before the fireplace.

Severus jumped, then scowled at her. “How long have you been in here?” He asked sharply.

Helga smiled serenely. “You can’t keep mist out of your rooms. Besides, I can bypass any wards placed in Hogwarts. I am part of her, after all.” She said, sitting on the couch next to Harry. “As I said, I can help him fashion his walls. We are distant relations, but I am familiar with the type of mind he has, and I will be able to go inside and help him build walls. It is a good idea.”

“Very well.” Severus agreed. “I’ll give him one week to work with you on his barrier, then I will want him back to test it out.”

Harry nodded. “So I’m free to go?” He asked.

Severus inclined his head. “That’s all for now. I will see you next week, same time.” He said.

Harry nodded and left, heading into an alcove and shadow-walking back to his common room.

Helga followed him and beckoned him forward, leading him into her room. “Sit.” She said, pointing to the bed.

Harry sat, and Helga sat cross-legged in front of him. “I need to use Legilimency on you to help you fashion your walls. Do I have your permission?” She asked.

Harry nodded. “Yeah, go ahead.”

Helga smiled and took his face in her hands, gazing into his eyes. “Legilimens.” She whispered, and Harry could feel her in his mind, a light, floaty presence, calming and refreshing, like the mental equivalent of a cool breeze.

“Envision a metal plate, about thirty meters high, right here.” Her voice reverberated through Harry’s head, and he felt her presence graze the air in front of where her mental presence was.

Harry did so, and she hummed. “You’ll need to come in here to do this properly.” She said, and pulled.

Harry felt reality slide away, and then he was standing in a void, staring at the metal plate he’d created. “Um…” He looked around, bewildered. “Am I in my head?” He asked.

Helga’s voice giggled. “Yes, silly! You have to be in your head to create a strong barrier. I can only help and guide you, you have to fashion it yourself.”

Harry sighed. “Of course. So, what do I do?” He asked, rubbing his hands together.

“Create another plate, just like the first, that rests up against the first one. You’ll need to weld them together.” Helga supplied, and Harry did so, creating a second plate. “Just envision yourself holding whatever instruments you need. You’re in your mind, visualization is strong here.”

Harry imagined he was holding a flamethrower, and suddenly, one was in his hands. He grinned. “Brilliant!” He said enthusiastically, welding the two plates together. He looked up, realizing that he wasn’t tall enough to weld them any higher. “Um…”

“Fly, Harry.” Helga’s voice urged him, clearly amused. “Your head, remember. You don’t need a broom to fly in here.”

Harry flushed. “Right.” He jumped and thought of flying, and suddenly, he was floating, higher and higher. He gave a breathy laugh and continued welding.

*****

Harry looked at the giant metal dome around him. “So, it’s almost done.” He said.

“It is. Now, before you lay the last plate, make sure all your memories are safely behind the walls.” Helga warned him. “It’s much harder to put them away once you’ve formed the walls, and you’ll be learning that next.”

Harry nodded, peeking out of the wall’s opening and seeing tendrils of memory floating free. “Er, how do I get them in here?” He asked.

Helga sighed fondly. “Call them to you. They’re your memories, they’ll obey.” She said simply.

Harry concentrated on the memories, telling them to get behind the walls. They moved toward and past him, settling in any free spaces they could find. Some of them had to shrink to fit, but Harry had learned over the past few hours that memories had no sizes and merely appeared however they wished from one moment to the next.

Once all his memories were settled inside the walls of the dome, Harry called up the last metal plate.

“Get outside of it, and weld it from the other side. If you get stuck behind it, you’ll have to take several hours to get free, and you’ve spent nearly all night on this already. You’ll be sleeping through breakfast this morning, I’m afraid, but I’ll explain things to Severus, and it should be fine.” Helga informed him.

Harry snorted. “Why would he care if I miss breakfast?” He asked, settling the plate into place and welding it to the others.

Helga giggled. “I think you’ll find that both Severus and Lucius have quite a bit of interest in how you are doing physically. It is their job to look after you.” She pointed out.

Harry sighed. “Shiloe.” He said firmly. “It’s their job to look after Shiloe.” He corrected her.

Helga huffed disapprovingly. “And as Shiloe is a part of you, you are also their responsibility. Trust me, they see it that way.” She said, her voice slightly sharper than the tone she usually used with him.

“I don’t see why. I’m just another student, as far as Snape is concerned.” Harry muttered.

“Nevertheless,” Helga said gently, “he still continues to protect you whenever possible. He’s been watching out for you since the first day you stepped inside Hogwarts’ halls. You owe him your life several times over by now, though you choose to ignore those debts. He will always watch over you. That is why he is an anchor. The Wild Magic chooses anchors carefully, and it is never wrong.” She told Harry.

Harry rolled his eyes, but continued working. Once he finished, he looked over the dome. “It looks sturdy enough.” He said.

Helga agreed. “I’ll teach you how to put new thoughts into it tomorrow. For now, it’s time for you to sleep.” She told him, and pulled again.

Harry blinked in surprise at seeing the bedroom again. “How do you do that?” He asked.

Helga smiled at him. “I am well-versed in mental magics, Harry. Now, go to sleep, and we’ll work on things some more tomorrow.”

“Alright.” Harry said, feeling how tired he was all of a sudden. “Good night.”

“Good night, and sweet dreams.” Helga said, kissing him on the forehead once he was lying down.

Harry smiled and fell asleep within instants.

*****

Harry woke to soft humming. He opened his eyes and looked for the source, seeing Helga sitting next to his bed, smiling and humming as she watched him. “Good morning, Harry.” She said happily.

“Morning.” Harry yawned. “Is it morning?” He asked, rubbing his eyes.

“Barely.” Helga answered him with a nod. “It’s eleven-thirty.”

“Nearly time for lunch, then.” Harry supplied.

Helga nodded. “Yes. Severus is aware that you were sleeping in today, but he’ll be expecting you at lunch. You should get up and take a shower now, and get dressed. After lunch you’ll need to come straight back here to work on learning how to hide a new memory behind your mental walls.” She told him.

Harry sighed and slid out of bed, padding to the bathroom.

“Mental magic is difficult.” He muttered as he started the shower. “I don’t know why I’m even bothering to put forth this much effort. I mean, how important is it that Voldemort stay out of my head?” He asked no one in particular. “What damage could he possibly do from in there?”

‘You’d be surprised.’ Shiloe’s voice answered sardonically. ‘Not only could he damage your mental landscape—which is, in fact, painful and has the added effect of leaving you brain-damaged, literally—but he could also delve deeply enough to discover me. He has that kind of control and skill with Legilimency.’ Shiloe warned.

“Oh.” Harry said lamely. “And if he discovered who your anchors were—“

Shiloe snorted. ‘He’d likely kill them off, one by one. Keep in mind that me losing any of them from unnatural means would result in my grasp on sanity becoming tenuous at best, and me completely losing it at worst. You don’t want that, I don’t want that. Let’s avoid it, shall we?’ He finished lightly.

Harry sighed and nodded. “Sounds like a good idea to me.” He agreed.

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