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Shiloe	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 47211 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Shiloe sat on his bed, grumbling under his breath as he waited for Harry’s lesson to end. He was very adept at shutting Shiloe away, and Shiloe was starting to hope that whatever was in the closet wasn’t as Dark as he feared, if he was going to be forced into such close quarters with it frequently.
The scratching sound started up again, and Shiloe trembled slightly.
“I’m not afraid of you.” He whispered, his voice unsure. “You don’t belong, and I’ll find out what you are and get rid of you.” He vowed. “You have no right to be here!” He shouted.
Suddenly the door to his room opened.
Grateful for the serendipity of the timing, he ran out just as the closet ‘thump’ed once more, ominously, retreating into the relative safety of his Host’s core consciousness again.
*****
Harry frowned, reading the nearly-illegible letter again.
“Hagrid wants to see me at midnight.” He said to Hermione and Ron, showing them the note.
“Whaddaya reckon it’s abou’?” Ron asked, mouth full of food.
Harry shook his head. “I’m not sure.” He said in confusion.
“Well, you’ll find out tonight, I’m sure. Are you coming to Hogsmeade?” Hermione asked.
Harry groaned, remembering when Rita had tried to drag him away for an interview. Shiloe had taken over his body and mouth long enough to keep the interview from happening, but Harry had no desire to repeat the experience. “Do I HAVE to?”
“Well, I’d LIKE you to be there.” She said.
“Me too.” Ron seconded.
Suddenly, there was an increase in the volume of the student body, and Harry, Ron and Hermione turned toward the doors to see why so many people were pointing and staring.
Godric Gryffindor and Salazar Slytherin were walking into the Great Hall, heads close together, both talking softly and gesturing wildly as they headed for the Gryffindor table.
“Godric!” Ron waved happily, smiling as Gryffindor returned the smile and wave.
“Hi, Ronald. Harry, we are going to start training you in dueling. Today. Be in your rooms after breakfast.” Godric said.
Harry looked at Salazar, frowning. “Why did it take both of you to tell me?” He asked.
Salazar frowned. “I don’t believe you are ready for some of the spells he proposes to teach you.” He said sourly.
“Oh.” Harry visibly deflated a bit.
“We’ll see you soon!” Godric told him, before he and Salazar seemed to dissolve, causing most of the students to start shouting in alarm.
Harry shrugged and finished his toast. “Guess I’m not going then.” He said to the others, then got up. “I’ll see you around.”
*****
“Well?” Godric asked Salazar, panting, as he bandaged Harry’s wrist. “Be careful with that for the next hour or so.” He told Harry.
Salazar huffed, crossing his arms over his chest and scowling. “He shows promise, I will concede.” He replied. “But nowhere NEAR the finesse that made you such a good duelist.”
Godric laughed. “Well, I wouldn’t expect him to have God-like skills right out of the gate.” He said pompously.
Salazar shook his head. “Windbag.”
“Bigot.” Godric replied, grinning, as Salazar’s look darkened.
“Pissant.”
“Whoreson.”
Salazar lunged at Godric, who caught him, planting a possessive kiss on the other man as Harry watched in morbid fascination.
“Um.” He concluded when Salazar moaned and dug his hands into Godric’s hair. “I’m going to leave now.” He said, leaving when it was obvious they had forgotten about his presence (or were more than willing to copulate in front of him).
“That was mildly disturbing.” He mused, as he sat on the couch in the common room.
“One of the reasons we usually don’t let them teach together, dueling being a rare exception.” Rowena Ravenclaw told him from where she sat, holding a vial of liquid that she was tilting in a clockwise, circular motion.
She stopped tilting it, then added a pinch of something and resumed the tilting, which Harry now realized was a substitute for stirring. “What’s that?” He asked.
Rowena looked at him in amusement. “What does it look like? This is a potion. One I created by myself that cannot be brewed in metal, stone or bone, nor can it be heated while brewing. It is temperamental.” She explained, adding two drops from a dropper sitting in her lap. “I am brewing it for you, and for Shiloe. You’ll both need the effects.” She explained.
“Oh. Well, whatever.” Harry decided with a shrug. “I trust you.”
Rowena smiled. “As well you should.” She said simply.
*****
Harry felt a wave of vertigo overtake him as he seemed to be sucked down a tunnel into a small room that was bare and contained only a window, through which he could see… His life?
‘Looks like you expended too much energy. I’ll be out until I can Feed, but at least I know how to let you see what’s going on if you’re in there. Whatever Hagrid wanted to tell you, you’ll hear it from in there, but you won’t remember anything past that until tomorrow, since I’ll need to… Well, you know. Sorry. Side effect of having me around.’ He explained.
“Weird.” Harry commented. “So, is this what your life is like when you aren’t out?”
After a few moments of silence, Shiloe’s voice sounded again, echoing from the walls around him as if the other teen were on some kind of intercom. ‘Oh, and if you want me to hear you say something, you’ll have to shout it.’ He added.
“Never mind.” Harry sighed, sitting in the armchair that had appeared to watch his life play out like a movie for a time.
*****
Harry was watching the scene between Shiloe and Hagrid play out eagerly. Shiloe had let Hagrid know what was going on, and then they had fetched Madame Maxime, for some reason Harry and Shiloe were unaware of, but was probably why they had been told to bring the invisibility cloak, which he was currently standing under.
Harry groaned in resignation when he saw the dragons. “I’m going to die.” He mourned.
Harry was just as unprepared as Shiloe when a bright flash of blue light obscured the “movie” for a second.
“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!” He shouted.
‘Anchor.’ Came Shiloe’s quick reply, and Harry’s eyes flew to the “window” to reveal that Shiloe was gazing directly at Charlie.
“Oh, no.” He moaned. “Not Charlie. HE’S PRACTICALLY MY BROTHER!” Harry shouted.
Shiloe’s dark chuckle answered him. ‘Not for long.’ He replied in amusement.
Harry watched in horror as Shiloe began walking toward Charlie, before it all went black on his side.
*****
Shiloe walked over to Charlie, brushing his hand against the other male’s after he had stepped away from the dragons for a break.
He pulled the hood of his invisibility cloak back long enough for Charlie to see his head, then replaced it quickly.
“Harry, you aren’t supposed to be here!” Charlie hissed.
“Did your Mum tell you about what I have?” Shiloe asked, pretending to be Harry, just in case.
Charlie frowned. “Harry?” He asked, unsure. “Or..?”
“Not Harry.” Shiloe answered.
Charlie sighed. “Good to meet you, Shiloe. YOU aren’t allowed out here, either, unless I’m much mistaken.” He repeated, running a hand through his hair.
Shiloe chuckled. “Well, I had some help, but it’s a good thing I did make it out here. I found out something interesting.”
“I’ll just bet you did. I’m going to have to Obliviate you.” He said sadly, pulling out his wand.
“Okay, but it won’t work on me, sorry. Harry saw it too.” He said lightly.
Charlie groaned. “Great.”
“I won’t tell, on one condition.” Shiloe smirked, putting Charlie between him and the other dragon tamers and throwing his hood back again. “Hear me out?”
“Is that your condition?” Charlie asked.
“It is.” Shiloe replied easily.
“Fine. What do you have to say, then?”
Shiloe sighed. “You happen to be an anchor.”
Charlie blinked. “I am? Mum’s going to flip.”
“Well, she knows that Harry can’t control it, so I think she’ll be fine with it all.” Shiloe replied with a smile.
Charlie sighed. “That’s not what I meant. She’ll be over-the-moon. She’s been looking for a way to get Harry to be a member of our family for a long time now. She absolutely loves him!”
Shiloe shrugged. “Then what’s the problem?”
“I don’t really have one, but isn’t Harry straight?”
Shiloe rolled his eyes. “He’s completely bi and completely in denial.” Shiloe replied with a smirk. “So, yes and no. He’s fairly certain he is, and I happen to know for a fact he’s not. But what does that have to do with us?”
“Won’t our relationship make things awkward between him and me?” Charlie asked, glancing over his shoulder to make sure they weren’t being heard.
“Didn’t change things much with Neville. Or Sirius, really, come to that.” Shiloe answered lightly.
Charlie nodded. “Ok, then. Alright. I can handle a boyfriend right now. No other attachments.” He said with a grin.
Shiloe chuckled. “Yes, and keep it that way now. I don’t want you with anyone not of my anchors.”
“Do you need to Feed?” Charlie asked, fidgeting.
Shiloe smirked. “Mm, I do, but I won’t keep you from your job. I have someone else who will fill the need tonight. Take this,” He said, handing Charlie one of the rings he kept with him for such an occasion. “It works like a Muggle telephone. I assume you know how to work them?”
Charlie slipped it on. “Sure do. We have to use these sometimes for the riskier missions when we need to surround a testier dragon. Activation phrase?”
“Voco. It’s keyed to me, not Harry. If I need you, I’ll be in touch.” He explained, letting his hand slip from under the cloak to show the ring on his own finger.
Charlie nodded. “We should probably seal the bond before you go.”
Shiloe smirked. “Indeed we should. Do you know how?”
“I’ve been reading up a bit since I found out, just in case.” He answered with his own smirk and wrapped his arms around Shiloe, pulling the slight teen against his body.
Shiloe inhaled the scents of leather, sweat and sulfur and moaned as Charlie’s chapped lips descended onto his own, the dragon tamer kissing him carefully, not letting it progress too far.
Shiloe sighed when he was released. “I want to see you again soon. What are your days off?”
“I get Wednesdays and Saturdays. Just got back on shift, as a matter of fact.” He said.
Shiloe nodded. “Good. I’ll call you on your days off when I have some time. Harry and I both need to get to know you better.” He explained, putting the hood of his cloak back to hide his face. “Bye for now.”
“Bye.” Charlie whispered at Shiloe’s retreating, invisible form.
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