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Shiloe	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 47196 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Harry opened his eyes and nearly fell out of bed as he scrambled backward a few feet, his body now perilously close to the edge of Helga’s bed as he breathed raggedly. “Merlin’s ba- knees, Rowena, you scared me nearly to DEATH!” He hissed, looking at the teenage girl with mischievous blue-green eyes and black waves who was lying in bed in front of him.
“Good Morning, Harry.” She purred. “I have a proposition for you. Hear me out?” She asked sweetly.
“Uh, okay.” Harry agreed.
“I know this may be a little odd, since you are descended from us, but Godric and Salazar and Helga have already agreed with me on this. If you ever feel up to it, both you and Shiloe can come to us for sex, if you would like. Helga would prefer to include Salazar, since she doesn’t like the thought of being with someone else alone, but you intrigue her. Godric and I especially like to add a third from time to time, and we let each other explore other partners alone, as well. There will be no awkwardness after, and we do not expect you to need us often, if at all. I wanted to make sure you knew that the option was there, either way you decide.” She said.
Harry flushed. “Um… Alright. Why?” He asked.
Rowena smiled. “Because I find you attractive, even at your age. There is something about you, a certain maturity and magnetism. You seem to draw people to you without even trying. And we are not immune to that draw.” She finished with a smirk.
Harry blinked twice, opened his mouth, closed it, and blinked again. “I… I have no idea how to respond to that.” He said with a bemused frown on his face. “I’ve never had a dead person ask to sleep with me before.” He mused.
Rowena giggled, the sound making Harry smile wryly at her amusement.
“That’s okay, Harry. We will give you some time to mull it over. If you decide you want to, feel free to come to us at any time, alright?”
“Sure.” Harry said.
Rowena cupped his face and drew his head close, slowly, giving him time to pull away if he wanted, and pressed her lips to his, gently.
Harry drew in a deep breath through his nose as his eyes widened comically.
Rowena chuckled against Harry’s closed mouth, before drawing away. “I do believe that was your first kiss.” She said.
“What gave it away?” Harry asked.
“Well, let’s see, shall we?” She asked playfully. “You kept your lips closed, not even trying to deepen the kiss, your body tensed up, and you kept your eyes open. Well, did you like it?”
Harry flushed. “Yeah.”
Rowena cocked her head to the side. “Would you like me to give you a REAL kiss? Or are you perhaps saving that for someone special?”
“Well, you ARE pretty special, aren’t you?” He asked, and then felt his face heat yet AGAIN. “I mean, yeah. Sure. If you want to.”
Rowena gave him another bright laugh. “I asked if it was what YOU wanted.” She pressed.
Harry thought for a moment, and then nodded. “Yeah. Yes, I would.” He said softly.
“Then open your mouth for me this time, okay?” She whispered, drawing him close again.
Harry felt her warm lips against his again, and let his eyes close as he savoured the feeling.
She was so… Real. So soft. She opened her lips and let her tongue glide over Harry’s bottom lip.
Harry opened his mouth for her, and her tongue slid inside at the invitation. He gasped at the feeling of the warm, wet appendage caressing his own, and sighed.
Rowena’s breathy sigh answered his. She smiled against his mouth as his arms found their way around her waist and he held tight to her. He pulled her tight against his body as he deepened the kiss on his own, taking over control and delving into her mouth eagerly, but without much skill.
Rowena didn’t mind the lack of finesse. She had always enjoyed the role of teacher, after all, and she had no problem letting Harry learn by doing. It was sometimes the only way to learn something, and knowledge was never bad.
Harry swept his tongue through Rowena’s mouth one last time, and pulled back, smiling shyly as he opened his eyes. “Um, thanks. For letting me practice on you.” He said, licking his lips.
Rowena smiled. “You’re welcome. You were very good at it. You’ve got a long way to go, yes, but you pick things up very quickly.” She commented.
“Thanks. I think.” Harry said in bemusement.
Rowena giggled once more and stood up. Harry noticed that she was wearing a sheer powder-blue nightie, and her nipples were hard and visible through the fabric, as was the patch of dark hair between her legs.
Harry gulped and tore his eyes away from the sight, meeting her amused gaze.
She smiled at him knowingly. “The offer will be open indefinitely, so no matter what age you are, we will be accepting. You can come to any of us, at any time.” She reminded him, before she left the room, disappearing through the closed door.
Harry closed his eyes, trying to process the experience.
He had just kissed. His. Ancestor.
Moreover, he wanted to do it again.
“I’m so depraved.” Harry moaned, covering his face with his hands.
Shiloe patted his back. ‘There, there, my little incestuous Host. She’s only a distant relation, and incest is common in Wizarding society.’ He said.
“You’re not helping, just making me nauseous.” He told Shiloe.
‘Well, excuse me for trying to make you feel better. Should I tell you that I think you’re an idiot for turning her down?’
“No.” Harry said, his voice muffled by his hands.
‘Fine, then I won’t.’ Shiloe said dryly.
Harry snorted. “Your consideration is appreciated.” His muffled voice replied.
‘So, what’s on the agenda for today, anyway?’ Shiloe asked curiously.
Harry moved his hands and sighed. “I was thinking we could check out Godric’s rooms, and then I want to see that clearing in the forbidden forest and see how far the wards extend. I want to go into the chamber and see if we can’t find the room that connects to Helga’s safe room, as well.” Harry said, talking about the room that was a duplicate of the common room. He had found that, when the door was locked from the inside, it disappeared from the Marauder’s map completely. Almost as if it were no longer in the same world once locked, which made it a secure place to hide if he needed to. He could potentially live there and never have to worry about Voldemort.
‘How exciting. The best part should be the forest.’ Shiloe said in a bored tone.
Harry huffed. “Do you have any better ideas?”
‘No.’
“Then shut up, please.” He snapped.
He heard a laugh from Shiloe and couldn’t help but smile himself. ‘Shut up, please’ was a bit of an interesting phrase; it was politely impolite.
Harry shook his head and got out of bed, yelping when his feet touched the cold floor.
He went to Salazar’s room (where his trunk was, since he did most of his work there) and got dressed, then sighed. “I want to get some new clothes, too.” He drawled, eyeing the castoffs with disdain. It was time to put Dudley, his clothes and his rotten-to-the-core parents where they belonged: In Harry’s past.
He should only be looking to the future now, and what a bright future he saw! Well, actually, it was dimmed a bit by one thing, but things were definitely looking up, Voldemort notwithstanding.
He was going to get extra training, he was living at Hogwarts, getting three meals a day and snacks, and he could do magic and fly since he was no longer in the muggle world!
‘And you have me!’ Shiloe added brightly to his train of thought, effectively derailing it.
“I’m not sure that’s a good thing.” Harry said, laughing.
There was a knocking sound, and he looked toward the door. He walked out into the common room.
“Someone wants in.” Godric told him helpfully, pointing toward where the door was not.
“Oh. Okay.” Harry activated and opened it, finding Dumbledore there.
Dumbledore held up a bag of sweets. “I brought housewarming gifts. Can I come in?” He asked genially.
Harry smiled, letting the eccentric man in. “Headmaster, I actually wanted to talk to you. Can I go into Hogsmeade or Diagon to buy some new clothes?” He asked, indicating the repulsive hand-me-downs he wore.
Dumbledore smiled. “Of course, Harry. I’ll have one of the Professors accompany you.” He said. “On another note, I thought it might be best to invite the Weasleys and Hermione here to tell them about Shiloe before term starts. They are close enough to you that they will figure it out eventually, anyway.”
‘Fine. The Weasleys are okay. But I’d rather not have Ginny and Hermione know about me. Especially not Hermione.’
‘Shiloe, I’m going to tell her anyway. She’ll find out on her own otherwise, and she’ll be hurt that Ron knew first.’ Harry mentally responded firmly. ‘Ginny needs to know, too. Besides, Fred and George wouldn’t be able to keep it from her.’
Shiloe sighed after a moment’s consideration. ‘Fine. You’re right. Go ahead and tell them. Better now than around Outsiders’ ears.’
Harry nodded. “Alright. Can I get the clothes first?” He asked Dumbledore pleadingly.
Dumbledore laughed. “Not to worry, my boy. They will be sent a letter and a Portkey to bring them here tomorrow for lunch. On another note, I have had Kingsley take over your case against the Dursleys. He has quietly collected them and is waiting for pensieve evidence to convict them. I didn’t tell him about Shiloe, only that I suspect child abuse. I need a few memories of yours, just enough to prove that they treated you wrongly.” He said, pulling out a vial.
Harry sighed and thought of his cupboard, hungry days and nights spent in the smallest bedroom, and Vernon’s meaty fists sinking into his stomach many times over the years.
Dumbledore somberly gathered the thoughts and placed them in the vial. “These will be returned to you when they have been sentenced.”
Harry nodded, his mood darker than it had been after remembering those things. “Can I go to Diagon, now?”
Dumbledore sighed. “Yes, Harry. I will have McGonagall accompany you, since you should get a wand for Shiloe. He can possess part of your body without taking over, if you let him. Let him have your wand hand and he can find his wand. All Mr. Ollivander needs to know is that you need a new wand due to creature inheritance.”
Harry nodded, and they both got up, leaving the room together. The door melted into the wall behind them.
“Sir, if the Dursleys are sentenced, what will happen?” Harry asked.
Dumbledore smiled viciously, and Harry felt a small thrill of fear run down his spine. “They will be turned into your personal House-Elves. You can have them work wherever you wish.” He answered in a satisfied tone.
Harry grinned. “Wicked.” He said.
Dumbledore smiled. “I always did think it a suitable punishment for such a crime.” He said.
*****
Harry walked next to McGonagall, who was all business. They were heading to get him a new wand, and she wasn’t willing to waste any time.
They got to Ollivander’s and went inside. “Ah, Mr. Potter. Is something amiss with your wand?”
Harry gave Shiloe control of his wand hand and explained: “I need a new wand. I had a creature inheritance come into effect.” He said.
“Let’s see, then.”
Shiloe raised the wand and told Harry the spell he was casting so that Harry could say it aloud.
“Wingardium Leviosa.” The wand was pointed at a box in the corner, and it burst into flames. Harry’s eyes widened and he blinked. “Oops. Sorry.”
“Hm. A new wand is needed, indeed. Do you wish to keep your old one? Most Wizards do, if only because an old wand can be dangerous if an enemy gets hold of it.”
Harry nodded. “Yes, I want to keep it.”
Ollivander nodded, and began looking through the wands.
“How about this one? Ten inches, ash and dragon heartstring.” Shiloe waved the wand without saying a word and all the light in the room disappeared, then returned.
Harry shook his head as Shiloe held the wand out. “Nope.”
“Hmm… How about this one? Nine-and-a-half inches, holly and unicorn hair.”
Shiloe didn’t even reach for it.
Harry flushed. “Sir, I’ve had some bad experiences every time I’ve tried to use a wand with unicorn hair in it.” He lied smoothly. “I’d rather not.”
Ollivander narrowed his eyes and nodded slowly, turning back to the wands and searching through them carefully, muttering. “I know I put it… Where is it…? Not… HERE!” He exclaimed, finding the wand he was looking for on a bottom shelf.
He smiled, not even opening the box as he said, quietly. “Beech, twelve inches. The core is werewolf hairs that have been soaked in the venom from the right head of a runespoor. However, I cannot touch it, as it is extremely volatile, and you never should either. Have Shiloe open the box, and if it chooses him, I will make a case he can keep it in so you never accidentally set it off.”
Harry heard McGonagall suck in a breath. “How did you know?” He whispered.
“Ahh, Mr. Potter, there is only one creature that will not touch any part of a unicorn, and that is Shiloe. Well?” He asked.
Shiloe was already lifting the lid. One finger gently stroked down the length of the wand, then Harry watched in awe as the hand was laid over the wand, as if Shiloe was talking to it somehow.
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