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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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Harry sighed, sitting down to breakfast next to Luna. “What do you want to bet I have Potions first thing?” He asked in dread.

Luna shook her head. “Oh, no. I’m not taking that bet.”

Harry frowned. “Why not?”

“Because I know why your class always gets him first.” She told him.

“And why's that?” Harry asked, amused.

Luna smiled. “So he can take a Summer's worth of pent-up aggression out on you.”

Harry groaned. “Isn’t he one of Shiloe’s anchors?” He asked in an undertone.

“Well, yes, you know that. Why do you ask?” Luna asked him.

“Shouldn’t he want to be nice to me, then?”

Luna eyed him. “You're not Shiloe.” She said flatly.

“We share a body!” Harry hissed.

Luna snorted. “Yes, but the differences are obvious. It’s all in the way you act, the way you carry yourself—”

“What do you mean, carry myself?!” Harry asked.

Luna rolled her eyes. “Your posture is different, you gesture differently, and Shiloe is more graceful—”

“I’m graceful!” Harry denied.

“On a broom.” Luna supplied. “Shiloe is more graceful on the ground, though.”

Harry sulked.

“Also, your face is more open. Shiloe always looks closed-off, and he's colder than you. It’s not bad, exactly, just different. Very different.” She added.

McGonagall came by and handed Harry his schedule. She looked a little frazzled. “Well, if nothing else, I will learn the Gryffindor first-years' faces quickly with this new arrangement.” She said.

Harry took his schedule, smiling. “Good luck getting them all handed out in time.” He said.

McGonagall smiled. “This is why I eat early the first day of term, Mr. Potter.” She told him, before moving on.

Flitwick bounded over and happily handed Luna her schedule. “I will see you first, Ms. Lovegood!” He said.

Luna gave him a smile in return. “I look forward to it!" She said.

Harry saw double Potions first, followed by double DADA. “Well, at least I get to see Madame Bones today. That should be interesting.”

Luna smiled. “I think everybody will like her.” She said.

“We'll see.” Harry said. He stood, gave Luna a kiss and headed to class.

*****

Madame Bones stood at the front of the classroom and surveyed the class. “Now, who has already read chapter one of your new book?” She asked them, all business.

Hermione’s hand shot into the air, as well as Draco’s, but no others.

Madame Bones shook her head and sighed. “You need to know the theory behind defensive casting, the Minister is insisting on it this year.” She said in clear disappointment.

Harry raised his hand, and she pointed to him. “Yes, Mr. Potter?”

Harry frowned as he asked, “Are we only studying theory? Is that why we only have this book?”

Madame Bones laughed lightly. “If Minister Fudge had his way, yes, that would be the case. However, Dumbledore came to me and asked before the Minister had a chance to appoint his own choice, if I would teach you. He explained his worries and I agreed. You will need to learn the theory, I’m afraid. But,” She added, as students began to look worried and fearful, “You will be learning more than that. I have plans for practicals, they will be covered, and you will all learn to defend yourself against the threats we now face once more: He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and his Death Eaters. So, read the first chapter. Quietly, please. I will be at my desk; you should understand everything well enough. If you do not, don’t worry, we will be discussing it in an hour. Begin.” She said firmly, walking back to her desk.

Everyone got out their books and began reading. Apparently, the Ministry was taking an active interest in Hogwarts now. But Harry wasn’t too worried, in light of what Madame Bones had told them. It could have definitely been worse.

*****

Madame Bones got up and came to the front of the classroom. “Everyone done?” She asked brightly, snapping several students out of the half-asleep stupors they had fallen into after reading.

There were mumbled “yes” answers all over the classroom.

“Good! Now, who needs clarification on the chapter?” She asked. “Anyone?”

Hermione raised her hand, and Madame Bones pointed to her. “Yes?”

“It says in the first chapter that a cooler head will apply knowledge best, but how are we supposed to keep a cool head when faced with a Death Eater, or worse? It’s only natural to be afraid in circumstances like that!” Hermione pointed out.

Madame Bones nodded in agreement. “Yes, it is. A cooler head will apply knowledge best, it’s true, but in a battle situation, neither party is likely to have that advantage, unless one person is simply toying with the other. In that case, fear will be the prominent emotion, and that cannot be helped. If you are battling someone that is simply toying with you, escape is your best option. Find a route to safety as quickly as you can.”

Harry raised his hand, and Madame Bones looked at him. “Yes?”

“What if you can’t run?” He asked. “Voldemort isn’t likely to let me get away next time, no matter what I try. What are my options?”

Madame Bones raised a brow at his use of the name, but hummed thoughtfully. “In your case, hmm, that is tricky. How did you get away last time?” She asked.

“Priori Incantatum, I think it was called?” Harry answered.

Madame Bones smiled. “Ah, yes. A rare phenomenon, indeed! Wish I could have seen that. He likely won’t come after you directly again until he has a new wand, as triggering that repeatedly damages the wand that loses. But once he does, I would suggest using any spells you know you can cast reliably and hoping you prevail despite the disadvantage. It has happened in the past. Sometimes, people get lucky.” She said.

“What if luck isn’t on my side next time?” Harry asked.

“Then Merlin help us all.” Madame Bones said softly.

The whole class shifted uneasily.

“Moving on!” Madame Bones said, getting their attention. “We are going to have a little show now. Each of you will pair up with another, and you will have a mock-duel in front of the class! Light spells only, first to be incapacitated, disarmed or to yield will lose. Now, in the interests of time, we will be going in descending order based on grades from the end of last year. May I have Mr. Potter and Ms. Granger up front, please?”

Hermione groaned, while Harry grinned. They both took their spots opposite each other and bowed.

Harry immediately fired off an Expelliarmus, looking for an easy win, and Hermione expertly spun out of the way and shot back a stunner. Harry cast Protego and the spell fizzled out against his shield.

They traded spells for a little while, both playing and trying to end it by turns, but neither seemed to be making any headway.

After another few minutes, Harry’s posture shifted slightly, and a smirk spread over his face—Shiloe's face.

Neville, Draco and Blaise's interest sharpened, and Ron seemed oblivious.

Hermione cleared her throat nervously, then threw her hands up. “I yield!” She said clearly.

Madame Bones smiled. “We have a winner, then. Mr. Potter, Ms. Granger, good show. You may both return to your seats.” She said.

Shiloe snorted and sat next to Hermione. “Coward.” He whispered.

Hermione grinned. “Pragmatist.” She whispered back. “I can’t beat you!”

Shiloe shook his head. “No, you certainly can’t.” He agreed, as Madame Bones called up Draco and Ron.

Shiloe watched as his anchor fought Ron, the battle only lasting ten minutes before Ron tried to shield against a spell that broke shields and Draco took the opportunity to disarm him as he lost his footing, emerging victorious as Ron landed on his arse.

Shiloe smirked and shook his head. “He copies Harry’s work frequently, but does he absorb the information? Clearly not.”

“That’s a tricky spell.” Hermione defended him softly.

Shiloe looked at her with a raised eyebrow. “It is, yes, but even Harry knows it will come through a shield charm.” He pointed out.

Hermione sighed. “That’s true.” She admitted.

They watched the next few duels with interest, Shiloe watching more intently as Blaise fought Theodore Nott.

Blaise lost, and Shiloe sighed and shook his head. His little Beta wolf would need some further instruction to get the scores Shiloe knew he was capable of. And Shiloe would make sure he improved enough to be proud of himself and his abilities.

The second-to-last duel was between Neville, who still hadn’t quite improved his score from last year, and Goyle. It didn’t last long at all. Neville had Goyle on his arse and trussed up like a Christmas turkey in three minutes, owing to his new wand.

Seamus Finnegan was, surprisingly, worse than Crabbe and Goyle in DADA and Crabbe only narrowly lost to him.

Shiloe just shook his head at the sad battle.

Madame Bones smiled. “All right, we only have five minutes left, so now that I have seen where you all stand, I can revise my lesson plans accordingly. I will let you out a little early, and there is no homework tonight. Enjoy your time, and I will see you all soon.” She said.

The class cleaned up and filed out, chatting about her teaching style. No one had anything negative to say.

*****

Shiloe was absently sipping his pumpkin juice every so often, opting not to eat, and kept glancing at the serving plates, waiting for dessert to be served.

Hermione sighed. “You need to eat.” She told him in an undertone.

Shiloe nodded and pulled out a slip of parchment. “I will.” He assured her, writing a quick note. “After dinner.” He folded the note he had just written into a paper crane and sent it flying to Blaise.

Blaise opened it and read it, then looked up to meet Shiloe's eyes across the table. He smiled and nodded.

Shiloe smirked. “There. My dinner date is set.” He told Hermione.

Hermione huffed. “You're terrible.” She told him in fond exasperation.

Shiloe chuckled.
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