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Shiloe	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 47105 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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Harry gaped at the book. He was reading ‘Shiloe, From Brutal Beginnings.’
***Section I: Shiloe Origins and Heredity
The Shiloe is unique among magical creatures in that they are not born, but MADE, and also in that they are a separate entity from the Witch/Wizard (or Host) that Manifests the Shiloe.
A Shiloe comes into being in a magical child that has been made to suffer times of harsh, but non-sexual, physical abuse interspersed with periods of proper care.
They can be felt physically while they are aware but dormant, but only by the Host, and also can be heard as a voice within the Host's mind that communicates with the Host and offers input and advice, and can even become a close friend and confidant to the Host.
The Shiloe has two stages to their Manifestation. The first stage is "Signs." In this stage, the Host begins noticing the signs of their Shiloe's existence, such as hearing Shiloe and feeling Shiloe’s physical touch. They may be able to deny it for some time before they accept it, but acceptance is inevitable.
The second stage is "Manifestation." In this stage, the Shiloe begins to have active periods and begins to search out that which it needs, leaving the Host with holes in their memory similar to the effects of a memory charm, denying them memory of what Shiloe was doing while active.
A Shiloe can Manifest at any age between six and nineteen, but the first signs will always appear to the host of the Shiloe on their birthday, usually in the late afternoon or early evening.
The Shiloe itself is not hereditary, but abuse can become a cycle, so proper care must be taken. ***
Harry groaned, setting the book in his lap and covering his face with his hands.
Oh, this was just brilliant news. Now everyone knew that he had been abused. No wonder Madam Pince had finally begun to be kind to him.
‘Not everyone will know. I’m not exactly the talkative type, and the ones that need to know already do.’ Shiloe told him consolingly. ‘Don’t worry so much.’
Harry groaned again and picked up the book.
“EW!” Harry shouted.
Shiloe fed on sexual energy and BLOOD?! Harry didn’t even want to contemplate HIS mouth drinking BLOOD.
Disgusting.
“Promise me you’ll brush your teeth before you go into dormancy again?” He asked Shiloe.
The evil laugh he got in response was not reassuring.
He just sighed, giving up on that idea.
He read that he would have from six to twelve anchors, and paled. ‘And the anchor-bond is always sexual.’ Shiloe reminded him.
“So you’re a slut?” Harry asked cheekily.
Shiloe growled at him in response.
Harry chuckled and continued his reading.
He got to another passage and gulped. “Please, PLEASE tell me you’re not gay.”
‘Okay.’ Shiloe answered. ‘I’m NOT gay.’
“Good.” Harry said in relief.
Shiloe failed to mention that he wouldn’t know for sure until he had met his anchors.
*****
Harry spent most of the next three weeks doing (and completing) his summer homework, since there was little else to do. But on August the twenty-third, he got a letter.
It was from Ron.
Harry read it eagerly.
He stared down at the letter in his hands. “I want to go.” He said absently to himself, thinking eagerly about the Quidditch World Cup. “Dumbledore would let me, right?” He asked to no one in particular.
‘We aren’t going.’ Shiloe decided.
“What?! You can’t just DECIDE that!”
‘You would appear to be incorrect, since I just did.’ Shiloe retorted in a bored tone.
“What about MY say?!”
‘You don’t get one.’ Shiloe decided.
Harry ground his teeth, then a thought came over him, and he grinned. “I don’t see how exactly you expect to stop me. You can’t physically restrain me, after all.”
Harry gasped as his head snapped to the side and pain blossomed in his cheek. “Ow! Did you just SLAP me?! What the bloody hell was THAT for?!”
Shiloe chuckled smugly. ‘So, you see, Harry.’ Shiloe’s voice sounded in his mind again, sounding smugly satisfied. ‘You are, in fact, the only person I CAN physically restrain. Or touch at all right now, for that matter.’ He finished in a slightly morose tone.
Harry sighed. “But I really want to go.” He said softly.
‘Talk to the old goat-fucker. I’m sure HE can come up with a safe way.’ Shiloe sneered.
“Don’t call him that!” Harry snapped, leaving the rooms and heading to the Headmaster’s office.
*****
Harry growled at the gargoyle after trying thirteen different sweets. “Well, can you just tell him I want to see him?!” He shouted at the stone creature.
A few seconds later, the staircase started moving. Harry smiled.
He got into Dumbledore’s office and smiled at the benevolent man. “Sir, I got a letter from Ron. He wants me to go to the World Cup with them! Can I, Sir?”
Dumbledore hummed, thoughtfully. “Perhaps. But, my dear boy, what happened to your face? Your cheek is red.”
Harry flushed. “Oh, yeah. Shiloe doesn’t want me to go. And I mean, he REALLY doesn’t want to go.”
“I see.” Dumbledore nodded. “That is understandable. Shiloe dislike large crowds and the Quidditch World Cup is sure to draw a VERY large crowd. But what did he do?”
Harry grinned wryly. “He slapped me. Kind of hard. Just to prove that he could restrain me from going there if he had to.” Harry finished, mumbling.
Dumbledore smiled in amusement. “Did he really?” He asked. “Fascinating.”
“I’m glad you think so, Sir.” Harry deadpanned.
“Oh, Harry, I didn’t mean to sound rude. But there is so little known about Shiloe that I must confess, I am eager to learn anything you can share with me.” Dumbledore said.
‘Tell him I don’t like him, then.’ Shiloe sneered.
Harry laughed. “Well, Shiloe doesn’t like you.” He said.
Dumbledore frowned. “Why not?” He asked curiously.
Harry doubled over in laughter at the response the question got.
“He…” Harry paused to catch his breath. “He says you meddle.”
Dumbledore chuckled. “I suppose I do, at that.” He agreed. “Once you reach my age, however, you think that your advice is more valuable than it sometimes truly is.”
Harry sobered. “But, Sir, can I go?”
Dumbledore sighed. “Even if I said yes, Shiloe would no doubt make it impossible for you to go.”
Harry sighed sadly, his whole being suffused with regret. “Alright.” He said despondently.
Shiloe sighed in disgust. ‘Fine. Go to the World fucking Cup, but we are returning here the next day.’ He said firmly.
Harry cheered. “Shiloe is letting me go after all!” He told Dumbledore happily. “So, Sir?” He asked, bouncing excitedly on the balls of his feet.
Dumbledore smiled indulgently. “Of course I’ll let you go, Harry, my dear boy.”
“YESSS!” Harry whooped, pumping his fist in the air. “Thank you, Sir! I have to tell Ron!”
*****
The day after the World Cup, a slightly shaken Harry returned to Hogwarts via Floo.
He was deposited into Dumbledore’s office and got up. “Sorry, Sir, gotta go!” He shouted, leaving the man’s office and racing to the fourth floor. He got to the portrait of the founders and activated the door to his rooms.
He got in and immediately turned to Helga Hufflepuff’s portrait, it being closest to the door. “I want to start training to defeat Voldemort.” He told her.
“You can’t yet.” Came the firm answer from across the room.
Harry turned around and glared at the portrait of Salazar Slytherin. “Why the HELL not?!” He shouted.
Salazar sighed. “Shiloe needs to have been active first. He needs to learn to harness his abilities fully before your training starts, since he is the backup plan if you can’t kill the Dark Lord.”
Harry blinked. “Oh.” He said, all his fervor finally worn out. “I guess I’ll… Read, then.” He said softly, heading into Rowena Ravenclaw’s room. Her bed and the tapestries adorning the walls were a vivid blue color, and they always cheered Harry when he saw them. Even the bedframe, wardrobe and the desk that was more of a small worktable were painted blue.
There was one window that Harry knew had to be enchanted on the wall right above the worktable.
He sat in front of the fireplace and picked up ‘Shiloe, From Brutal Beginnings’ again, settling in to finish the short book that held all the information the outside world had about Shiloe and their habits.
“The anchor-Shiloe bond always becomes sexual, so even the youngest Shiloe, if virgin, is urged to lose their virginity to the gender they prefer before the Shiloe begins its active periods, or they will never remember their first time.” Harry groaned. “And isn’t that just a lovely thought?” He said, voice dripping with sarcasm.
“Section III: Abilities and Physical Changes
The Shiloe has many abilities, but the Host does not get to partake in most of them, unless the Shiloe grants it and guides the use.
The Shiloe can converse with many animals, including phoenixes, badgers, birds, serpents, thestrals, both big and small cats, and even transformed werewolves.
They can control and even create weather conditions at will, and with apparent ease.
The Shiloe is always highly empathic, this being one of the reasons for the anchors.
They can sense other magical creatures and sometimes know on instinct what they are.
They are able to see magic and magical bonds between people.
They have enhanced senses, and this is the only ability that reflects in the Host, in that they lose any deficits they had in senses, bringing them up to perfect standards for Wizards after Shiloe's first Manifestation.
The physical changes are the only part of Shiloe that the creature and Host share without exception. Fangs are always present, though retractable, and only Shiloe can call them at will.
In females, there is usually some weight change, either gained or lost, to bring them to their ideal weight for bearing young.
In males, they gain the ability to bear young, but do not get the extra preparation.
Males usually experience some softening of the features.”
Harry blinked, and read through the list again. He whistled lowly. “That’s pretty impressive.”
‘What’s impressive is how much the author was able to discover about our abilities. Then again, I suppose most of them are pretty obvious to observers. I mean, a blizzard in August would never go unnoticed.’ Shiloe said offhandedly.
Harry chuckled. “I guess not. How accurate is it all?”
‘Pretty accurate, actually, except that we can also see perfectly in the dark and can sense people’s magical cores. And the speaking to animals thing differs for each of us. We all have certain animals we can commune with, and the only consistent exception is always Unicorns. Since we are a sexual creature, and they are drawn to virgins, they are our antithesis, for the most part.’ Shiloe remarked.
“Oh.” Harry looked down at the book again and nodded. “Yeah, there’s the unicorn thing.”
“Section IV: Natural Enemies:
The Shiloe has few natural enemies, the most notable being the magical creature Indago, since the Shiloe can communicate and usually associates with transformed werewolves, the biggest natural enemy of the Indago.
Unicorns and Shiloe are known to avoid each other, since as a sexual-oriented being, Shiloe is the antithesis of the Unicorn.”
His head swimming with the new knowledge, he gave up on finishing the book just yet.
Harry sighed, setting down the book and groaning. There really wasn’t all that much he could learn about Shiloe from these books.
‘Of course not, you complete lackwit. We don’t let Outsiders know about us. Or do you WANT to end up with your unfortunate past smeared all over the front page of the Prophet?’ Shiloe asked drolly.
Harry screwed up his face in dismay. “No. No, I don’t want that.” He confirmed.
‘Then we’re agreed.’ Shiloe drawled in a bored tone.
Harry sighed and headed to the two doors that led to Rowena’s extra rooms, wondering what she’d have besides the obvious library he was sure was behind one of those doors.
He opened one of the doors and smiled. Okay, he’d found the library. It was a small room with a few long tables set out for study groups or research or Merlin-only-knew-what. The walls were, of course, lined with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves.
Harry wandered around for a few moments, looking at some of the titles. A few of them were, indeed, by the founders themselves as Rowena had said. There were journals and workbooks and more books on the Dark Arts than Harry cared to see all collected in one place.
“Wow.” Harry breathed, and then shook himself. “Time to go find out what’s behind door number two.” He said softly to himself.
He left the library and opened the other door. “Huh.” He said again, looking into the room he had expected to find in Salazar’s suite of rooms.
The potions lab.
“Okay.” Harry said, walking in. There was a huge bookshelf against one wall that held books on the bottom two shelves, but the rest were filled with potions ingredients. Harry looked at some of them, noticing ones he had never seen before, and one tiny vial of a golden liquid that had him gasping in awe.
The label read: “Unicorn Blood, Freely Given.”
“Wow.” He whispered in awe, picking it up reverently.
‘I’LL say.’ Shiloe agreed. ‘That stuff can’t be bought. It’s a testament to the skill and kindness of the founders that one was able to acquire some.’
Harry carefully set it back and gulped. “I hope I don’t break it.” He said.
There was also Demiguise hair, dragon scales and blood and even a smaller vial of basilisk venom than the one in Salazar’s room, labelled in Salazar’s scrawl: “Basilisk Venom, Happy Birthday.”
There was also a small vial of dark red liquid labelled with each founder’s name.
Harry shuddered, hoping that it wasn’t really blood, but knowing that, most likely, it was.
He headed out of the room, eager to escape the blood, and went into the garden instead.
There was a small plot of potions ingredients and a big patch of mint, which Harry assumed might have been for tea.
Rowena had also grown primroses and violets, and what looked like honeysuckle as well.
Harry pulled off one of the blooms from the bush and gently eased the flower itself off, smiling when a drop of fluid appeared. He licked it off and hummed happily. It was definitely honeysuckle.
He went back inside, smiling as he headed for the bathroom. It was decorated in mellow, calming shades of blue with black accents, making it look strangely modern.
He decided it was time for a long, hot bath.
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