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Shiloe	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 47101 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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Harry stared at the classroom door. He knew that the Potions Master was in there, as he had been staring at the door for the past fifteen minutes since classes let out for the day.
‘Honestly, all you have to do is TALK to the man! It’s not as if you’re being asked to strip naked and bend over his desk, or anything!’ Shiloe said in exasperation.
Harry knocked.
“Enter.”
Harry stepped into the room. “Sir.” He said, fidgeting in his nervousness.
Severus raised an eyebrow. “Mr. Potter. To what do I owe the dubious pleasure of your presence?”
“Well, Sir, I was wondering if you’d help me train. For the war… And maybe the Tournament, too.” He finished.
“And why would you ask that of me? We are not particularly friendly, I’m sure you recall?” The Potions Professor drawled, clearly enjoying watching Harry squirm in mortification.
“Well, I know that you can teach me things that will help… And I DO need to learn. Faster is better.” Harry said, flushing.
Severus smirked at that, then shook his head. “I will not. At least not at this time.”
Harry frowned. “Sir, if this is about whatever happened between you and Sh-“
“Do not mention that here!” Severus hissed, shutting the door to the classroom with a spell and warding the room. “Do you have any idea how many recording spells seventh-year Slytherins know? How many they try to employ against me in order to gain the Dark Lord’s favor by discovering my role as a spy for Dumbledore? This classroom is not a safe place after a day of classes until I find and dispel them.”
Harry flushed. “Oh. Sorry.”
Severus sneered. “Furthermore, do not speak of things you know nothing about.”
Harry frowned. “I know that you and he are fighting, and I think it’s a sex thing. Honestly, I don’t WANT to know more. I DO know that if you two can’t get over it, it still won’t cause the war to stop coming.” He finished.
Severus ground his teeth. “I know that, you impertinent child!” He snapped. “But I will NOT speak to him until I am ready, and if he were to decide to take control-“
“I can learn to block him, Sir. I know it’s possible, I did it yesterday for a little while. What if I were to hold him back long enough for a lesson? Would you be willing to teach me then?” Harry asked eagerly.
“Perhaps.” Dark eyes narrowed in thought. “Yes.” Severus murmured, before meeting Harry’s gaze once more. “Yes.” He said more firmly. “That would likely work.”
Harry nodded. “Alright, I can have… Helga, probably, teach me how to block him out. After that, I’ll just let you know when I can keep him out of my business.”
“Fair enough. We can start the lessons then.” Severus decided, picking up his quill and returning to his grading. “You are dismissed.” He said shortly.
Harry frowned and left, hearing Shiloe’s chuckle as he headed to his rooms. ‘How can you even stand him?’ Harry asked him silently. ‘He’s such an arsehole!’
‘That’s true, but I have certain…’
‘If you say “NEEDS,” I may vomit.’ Harry interrupted.
‘Requirements?’ Shiloe tried, voice full of amusement. ‘Preferences, perhaps? Anyway, the point is that certain anchors of mine need to more than just dabble in the Dark Arts. It’s something that is true of every Shiloe, no matter age, gender, or level of abilities they possess. Certain abilities can’t be used without exposure to the energies that the Dark Arts produce. Without using those abilities, we will inevitably go mad or sicken from holding it in. It can’t be helped, I need him. And I think, once he stops being so stubborn, he will be able to benefit from our relationship as well.’ Shiloe said without pause. ‘And now I refuse to speak more about it.’ He finished smugly.
Harry scowled. “That’s not fair!” He muttered, laying his hand against the cool stone wall, revealing the door to his rooms.
He let himself in and blinked in shock at the scene he was greeted with.
Neville was on Sirius’ lap, kissing him wildly, while the Animagus’ shirt was open and he had a few red marks on his chest.
“Uhm…” Harry stuttered, closing the door behind him. “Hi.”
Neville jumped off Sirius’ lap, blushing furiously.
“Merlin, Harry, I’m so sorry-“
“Don’t worry about it, Nev.” Harry said, blushing just as brightly. “So long as no one’s going to get in trouble, it’s fine. Shiloe won’t mind, right?” He checked.
‘On the contrary, I find that rather hot.’ Shiloe’s voice was intent.
Neville was nodding. “Yeah, Shiloe’s fine with anchors being together, we just can’t have affairs outside the group.” He explained.
Harry cleared his throat. “Right. Well. I’ll leave you two for a few minutes and change out of my uniform.” He decided, slipping into Helga’s bedroom and taking a few quick breaths as he tried to get rid of his blush.
One thought kept intruding and causing his face to flame again every time he almost had it under control.
‘Neville is hot when he’s flustered.’
*****
Harry was just pulling on his shirt when Helga materialized. He screamed like a girl, jumping nearly a foot in the air, as his mind had just been elsewhere entirely.
Helga cocked her head at him and smiled. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” She remarked, sounding much more lucid than usual.
Harry chuckled, nodding. “Or something like that.” He agreed.
Helga giggled and gestured toward her lookout. “Join me? It’s lovely in the twilight, and I don’t think you’ve seen it yet.” She shrugged. “I can’t allow the descendant that mirrors me in almost every way to miss out on that, now, can I?” She asked.
“Well, when you put it that way, I really can’t say no.” He said, falling into step alongside her. “Actually, I DID want to talk to you.”
“I know.” Helga said vacantly. “I can tell you how, but you’ll have to practice on your own.” When Harry just looked at her in confusion, she smiled. “We can take on ANY form within the castle, dear Harry. Even that of mist.” She finished with a light giggle. “I was in the classroom when you met with your Dark One.” She finished.
Harry flushed. “He’s not mine.”
“Of course not.” Helga allowed indulgently.
“Really, I mean it!” Harry stressed, gesticulating with his hands as they climbed the tower’s stairs. “I would NEVER want to be with HIM. Even if Shiloe HAS to, I don’t like the man AT ALL. And I suspect the feeling is mutual.”
Helga shrugged. “He has his reasons for his bitterness, and they are not mine to disclose, but I have watched him since he was a younger child than you are now, and he has such great capacity for love within him. Even if you never become romantically entangled with him yourself, I have no doubt that the two of you, with time and patience, will reach a state of easy camaraderie. Who knows; you may even grow to care for each other as family, if nothing else.”
Harry wrinkled his nose at the thought. Be ‘family’ with Snape?! “I don’t even want to think about that.” He mumbled.
Helga smothered a giggle. “Of course. What was I thinking? Even him spending nine constant months in your care and company during his eventual confinement won’t change that, surely.” She rolled her eyes.
Harry stopped short, two steps from the top of the tower. “Nine months? His ‘confinement?’ What are you TALKING about?!”
“Surely you don’t think Shiloe is going to bear all the children in his relationships after Lucius’ is born. I have a feeling Severus will insist on bearing his own heir, since pregnancy is so hard on the male body. He is far too protective of you to want you to go through that, once he sees the effects for himself.” Helga explained. “Oohhh, sunset is beginning! Come look!”
Harry shook off the thought of a pregnant Snape (and what a horrifying thought it was) and headed over to where Helga stood, happily gazing at the pinks and oranges painting the sky in calming hues.
Harry leaned against the warmth of Helga at his side, and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, hugging him tightly.
“I’ve needed this.” She said softly.
“I’m sorry?” Harry asked, cocking his head. “You’ve needed what?”
Helga smiled. “I needed someone to share these things with; Sal and the others don’t listen to me as well as I’d like. Though, I suppose that is to be expected. I’m not always this lucid, after all. They listen well enough, and I know they all care for me terribly, but…” She sighed. “I wanted a companion. I was very lonely, even surrounded by the love of my closest friends. But this—something just for me, not a mate or anchor that I’m expected to share with the others—it’s sort of like a new present that no one else knows I have. It’s all mine. The others want to teach you, but they are all more concerned with building their relationships with Shiloe, rather than with you first. I understand, he is the harder one to get to know personally, but I enjoy having Harry all to myself for now. You really are a most remarkable young man. Such courage and humor in the face of such adversity; I really admire that about you.”
Harry blushed, as he sat up straight again upon being released. “Thanks. I’m, uh, really flattered.”
“I want to teach you how to block your Shiloe soon, since you will need all the help your- My apologies, SHILOE’S Dark One AND the Silver One can give you.”
Harry snorted at her name for Lucius and Helga grinned at him.
“Silver One?”
“Don’t tell him I said it, but he’s very… Shiny. His hair, most of all. He is a Slytherin; the name suits him.” She shrugged. “Back to the matter at hand: We should begin tomorrow after your lessons. Would that be acceptable?”
Harry nodded. “That should work out just fine. I have no problems with it.”
“Good, then we are decided!” Helga clapped her hands happily. “I am excited, this will be great fun!”
Harry grinned. “I know. I’ll be able to have my own secrets again.”
*****
“Ron, I didn’t put my name in that Goblet! I swear it!”
Harry sighed in disgust as Ron ignored him, turning to Hermione and pointing at her with his spoon. “You COULD try to help me out with this, you know. If he won’t respond to me, you’re the only other option I have right now.” He pleaded.
Hermione sighed. “Can we finish dinner and then speak in a more private place?” She asked.
Harry raised an eyebrow. “I don’t know. Ron, would you come with us willingly? If not, I’m sure I have someone available who would be willing to drag you so they can watch the upcoming fight I’m sure will take place once we’re all alone.” He snapped.
Ron grunted, not looking at him.
Harry turned to Hermione. “Do you think that was a yes?”
Hermione sighed in disgust. “Ronald Weasley!” She exclaimed loudly, causing the redhead’s eyes to snap to her face. “Do you remember those children you were planning to have, ever?” She asked sweetly.
When Ron merely stared at her in confusion, she continued. “If you refuse to listen to your OLDEST and DEAREST friend, I can ensure that the aforementioned children are never created at all. In fact, you’ll be unable to even consummate your wedding, and wouldn’t that be a pity?” She finished sweetly.
Ron paled. “I’ll go.” He said, turning his attention back to his food.
Hermione smirked at Harry. “See? NOW can you eat? The, um, other,” She whispered, “Doesn’t eat much REAL food, and I worry about you.” She looked him over, then smiled. “Strangely, you look like you’re GAINING weight, rather than losing it.”
Harry flushed. “Um, according to internal sources, even then, I apparently, er, EAT very well.” He mumbled.
“Not that I’ve seen.” She countered.
Harry looked at her sideways, through his fringe, and grinned. “Is that really something you’d WANT to see?”
“Harry!” She covered her mouth, blushing as she, again, realized what he meant. “That’s not what I was talking about, and you know it!” She hissed, as Neville laughed quietly, sharing a grin with Harry over the table.
Harry shrugged. “That’s his eating.” He explained softly.
Hermione finished her food in record time, and stood. “Are you two ready?” She asked Harry and Ron.
“Yeah, let’s get this over with.” Harry sighed.
Ron stood without comment, but followed them to Harry’s rooms.
As soon as they were in, Shiloe took over with no warning and spun to face Ron. He grabbed the redhead around the throat with one hand and shoved him against the wall, using his hand and, when that didn’t suffice, the full weight of his body to pin Ron to the wall.
“Shiloe, no!” Hermione tried to pull Shiloe’s hand from Ron’s neck, and Shiloe snarled at her.
“Unless you want to lose that hand, Granger, back the fuck off. This is how we deal with Pack that can’t seem to see straight, and I don’t want to have to make you see sense as well. Your interference is not welcome or necessary. I won’t kill him, though I should.” Shiloe snarled at her, then returned his gaze to Ron when she backed up one step, watching them warily.
“Now, as for you. How do you even get the notion into your head that I would allow Harry to do something so STUPID, so utterly RECKLESS as enter that damnable Tournament?! Of COURSE he didn’t put his name in; if he had TRIED to, I would have taken control, like I’ve done now, and I would walk away from the Goblet without our name being entered AT ALL! I have no wish to die. So, do you want to put this little disagreement behind us and move on, or are you going to continue in this folly, forcing me to remove you as Pack?” He hissed.
Ron’s eyes widened, and he looked at Shiloe. “You can DO that?” He asked.
“Do you really want me to?” Shiloe asked, narrowing his eyes. “Understand that if I must, you will lose the trust that was between us, and we rarely give second chances to Pack members that willingly strayed.”
Ron bit his lip, then shook his head. “No. I didn’t really think he put his name in, either. It’s just that he gets everything! Fame, money, friends, he’s even our star Quidditch player! How am I supposed to compete with that?” He whined.
Shiloe’s eyes narrowed further. He tightened his hand around Ron’s neck and shook him furiously. “Of all the INFANTILE reasons you could have to hurt my Host, you chose to be JEALOUS?!” He roared. “What the bloody FUCK do you have to be JEALOUS of?! His dead parents? The lack of siblings he no doubt would have doted on, had he been given them? Perhaps it was the near-daily beatings he was gifted with; the same ones that created me? The withheld food that nearly killed him many times? Oh, it must be that he now has to deal with my anchors, people he doesn’t even like in most cases, for the rest of his life, isn’t it? Yes, his life is very fun, exciting and full of privileges most mere mortals don’t have.” He finished, releasing Ron. “You disgust me.”
“I didn’t mean it like that.” Ron whispered, shamefully staring at his feet.
Shiloe sneered at him. “Oh, I’m sure you didn’t. You’re still Pack, but only barely. Otherwise, you’d be out on your ass by now. Voco Draco.” He said to his ring.
‘Yes?’ Draco’s voice returned. ‘Just a sec, I’m heading to my room. Don’t want to be seen talking to myself over here.’
Shiloe chuckled. “That’s understandable. I need to know what the climate over there is like since the Goblet decided to spit out Harry’s name.”
Draco sighed. ‘Not good. The Slytherins are all totally against him, of course. I’m doing what I can, but I certainly can’t be seen as supporting him openly, now can I?’
“I suppose not.” Shiloe sighed, causing Ron and Hermione to frown in confusion.
Shiloe caught Hermione’s eye and told her. “The ring functions like a cell phone. Go explain it to Envy McIdiot over there.” He said, indicating a corner.
Hermione nodded and tugged Ron away to explain cell phones, now understanding what Shiloe was doing talking to thin air.
“So could you maybe dig around for me? See if any of them have any insider information about the tasks? Hints are very welcome, if you can pick any up for me. They will be lavishly rewarded, of course.” He purred.
‘Really? Could I enlist your help in getting into Longbottom’s pants for my reward?’ Draco asked.
Shiloe laughed. “Sirius may have you beat in that department, actually. Neville was making out with him yesterday. It was hot.”
‘Damn, and I missed it? Of all the rotten luck.’
“Yes, well, I’m sure you’ll get an eyeful soon enough. Visit more often.” Shiloe encouraged.
‘I don’t think Potter would like that.’ Draco replied with a chuckle.
Shiloe sighed. “You need to get used to each other. Where does he think you’ll be living while you’re pregnant with my children, provided we have any? Does he think I’d let you live away from me during such a time? Not likely.”
“Class is starting again in five minutes. We need to get going.” Hermione pointed out.
Shiloe sighed. “Gotta go, Draco. Voco.” He got up. “I’m going into the bedroom for a sec. Harry will join you momentarily. He explained, walking into Salazar’s room and letting Harry take over again.
‘Things with our Weasley are sorted now. You have class. And watch out; the Slytherins aren’t pleased with you being a champion.’
Harry shrugged. “THAT’S not surprising.” He muttered, leaving the room and heading to class.
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