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Shiloe	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 47105 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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Shiloe stood totally still as Draco painted the bindrune on his forehead.
Hermione motioned for them to hold hands and closed the circle, and Shiloe and Draco were pulled into Shiloe’s mental landscape.
Draco looked around. “Huh. Well, this is new.” He said, surveying the bedroom they were in.
Shiloe smiled. “This is my bedroom. I spend most of my time in here, when I’m not Out causing mayhem in Harry’s stead.” He explained.
Draco looked at Shiloe. “You look different in here.” He said, noticing the taller build and the long hair with crimson streaks woven through. He was muscular and had more angular features.
“I know. I’m a couple years older than Harry, to boot.”
The thing in the closet ‘thump’ed ominously.
“And that’s something I don’t want to think about. I’m not sure what it is.” He explained, glancing at the closet apprehensively.
Draco looked at the wand sitting on the nightstand. “Why is this in here?” He asked curiously.
“Don’t touch that. It’s my mind-link to Ducen. You might set it off.” Shiloe told him. “As a matter of fact, ask before you touch anything.” He added.
Draco wandered over to the bookshelf and began looking at the titles. “Are these books you’ve read?” He asked.
Shiloe smiled. “Or ones I’m in the process of reading, or ones that have been read often enough by Shiloe to be generational knowledge for us.”
Draco looked at the set of figurines on the desk. “What’s up with these?” He asked.
“Those are animals I have a special affinity for.” Shiloe said, glancing at the assortment of cats, snakes, dragons and werewolves. “I can also speak to birds and some dogs, but that takes more concentration.”
“Where do you keep your memories?” Draco asked abruptly.
Shiloe smirked. “In a very secure location that you will never find.” He answered evasively. “And out there.” He pointed out the open bedroom door to Harry, who was asleep on the couch. “He holds the memories he created, which we share. Mine are hidden, and not yours to pry into. They’re private.”
Draco sighed. “Fine.”
They were abruptly pulled out again, and Hermione smiled expectantly. “Well?” She asked, holding the notebook and pen she’d had sent from home to take notes in. She said it was easier than hauling around large amounts of parchment and quills everywhere she went in case Shiloe surfaced and she had another chance to ‘research’ him.
Draco smiled. “Well, Shiloe has a bedroom inside Harry’s head.” He answered.
“Really?” Hermione asked, then began writing. “Is it personalized, or does it look like a standard, boring bedroom that could belong to anybody?”
“Oh, no.” Draco told her. “It’s definitely Shiloe’s. No mistaking it.”
Hermione smiled. “That’s fascinating!”
Shiloe wiped off the bindrune and sighed. “Are you two done with me?” He asked. “I have an anchor I need to meet with, and he’s not fond of having an audience.” He said, feeling the strained bond he shared with Viktor pulling at him to Feed.
Hermione nodded, heading for the door. “Draco, are you coming?” She asked.
Draco nodded. “Sure.”
“Voco Viktor.” Shiloe said into his ring.
*****
“So I need either a blood Feeding, or sex.” Shiloe finished his explanation.
“I vill give you blood. I am not ready for sex.” Viktor told him.
Shiloe nodded. “That’ll do, for now. When will you be willing to have sex?”
Viktor thought for a moment. “I do not know. Vhen ve know each other better.”
“Alright.” Shiloe cocked his head. “Do you have anywhere to be? I can Feed directly over the magical core for the best effect, but you’ll have to stay here for a while. The best option is to sleep off the effect. You won’t be able to move much afterwards. It weakens the donor.”
“I have novhere I am needed. You may Feed there.” Viktor said, lying back on Salazar’s bed.
Shiloe unbuttoned Viktor’s shirt and bent to sink his fangs in directly over the heart, drinking greedily.
Viktor moaned, his hands tangling in Shiloe’s hair as he bucked up.
Shiloe finished his Feeding and raised his head, licking the last traces of blood from his lips. “Thank you. Now you should sleep.”
Viktor nodded and was dozing in moments.
Shiloe smiled fondly, watching him for a few minutes before he grabbed Helga’s journal, dispelled the wards he had on it, and began to read where he had left off.
*****
“Oh, and I have asked your friend, the quiet, bookish one, if she vould go to the ball vith me. She said yes.” Viktor added, blushing and smiling.
Shiloe returned the smile. “That’s great! Harry will be surprised to hear that. I’ll see you later, Viktor.”
Viktor paused in front of the door to grab Shiloe by the shirt and pulled him into a fierce kiss.
“See you later.” Viktor said, then left.
Shiloe waited until Viktor was out of earshot, then let out a very dazed-sounding chuckle. “Wow; that was a hell of a kiss.” He said to himself as he headed for his room.
“Little One?”
Shiloe stopped in the doorway and sighed. “Yes, Mistress?” He asked in a long-suffering tone.
Lo giggled. “Oh, I’m not THAT bad, and you know it. I was wondering if you were going to resume looking for your other anchors any time soon.” She asked, tilting her head expectantly.
Shiloe raised an eyebrow. “Well, I was just going to wait a bit. I’m sure I’ll run into them eventually.” He told her with a shrug.
“That’s not good enough. You have a submissive wolf in need of an alpha. If you can’t supply one, he’ll become more and more withdrawn as time passes. One of your remaining anchors MUST be an alpha wolf, and you need to find him.” She scolded.
Shiloe shifted uncomfortably. “Yeah, about that…” He kept his gaze trained on the floor as he spoke. “I think I already know who it is, and he’s kind of… Another father-figure… Type… To Harry. I wanted to wait until Harry was comfortable with me and Sirius being together before I started seeing him.” He explained.
Lo walked up to him and raised his face, forcing him to meet her eyes. “You cannot.” She said firmly. “He’ll live, and be none the worse for it. Your wolf, however, will soon start to suffer without companionship. He’s already becoming more meek, or haven’t you noticed?”
“I had wondered why he was acting so different. It’s barely noticeable, but-“
“It’s there.” Lo finished, nodding. “You’re only noticing now because the process is slow, but it has already begun. Waiting is no longer an option. You need to contact this person, and meet him to see if he is the one you need. If not, your search will have to begin in earnest.”
Shiloe sighed and nodded. “How can I put this into a letter?”
Lo held up a hand. “I foresaw this, through Helga, and so I’ve done some asking, and the castle was able to help. One of your anchors was taught to send messages via Patroni, which is a much more secure method. The message cannot be intercepted, and will only be delivered to the person it is meant for. You should ask Sirius for his assistance.”
“Alright.” Shiloe turned toward Godric’s room. “SIRIUS!” He shouted.
Sirius opened the door and raised an eyebrow. “You bellowed, your majesty?” He asked in amusement.
“I need your help with something.”
*****
Shiloe stood up abruptly as a wolf Patronus came through the door to the common room.
Sirius smiled. “That’s Moony’s reply.” He said, as Remus’ voice began to speak.
“I’m on my way there. Give me two days.”
The wolf dissolved and Shiloe blew out a breath. “So…” He looked at Sirius. “How much did you tell him?”
“I asked if he knew about Harry’s ‘condition’ and told him there was probably big news waiting for him here, but he’d have to come see you to be sure.” Sirius replied. “Don’t worry, it was all very cryptic.”
Shiloe smiled. “Oh, I trust you. Do you think Dumbledore told him? I mean, he didn’t come see me like you did.”
“I wouldn’t doubt it. Remus is probably busy, or not in the area right now. You know how it is for him, he has to keep looking for work, and everyone around here knows about him now, so he’s probably had to go pretty far to find someone who doesn’t know and is willing to employ him.” Sirius pointed out unhelpfully.
“Yeah, you’re probably right.” Shiloe sighed sadly. “Why is everything so hard for Werewolves? They’re only dangerous if they don’t have Wolfsbane, now. Otherwise, they’re just like giant puppies.”
Sirius laughed darkly. “Don’t try to tell anyone in the Ministry that. They’ll never listen. You’d be wasting your breath.”
“Alright, I need to get to bed. Can you explain the situation to Harry so he knows why he’ll miss that day?”
“Sure, I can do that.” Sirius said. “Going to sleep in Helga’s room tonight?”
Shiloe sighed. “It’s better than running the risk of a groggy Harry setting off Ducen if he woke up in Salazar’s.”
*****
“So, Remus is probably an anchor, too.” Harry finished telling Ron and Hermione in a whisper over breakfast.
Hermione nodded. “That makes sense, actually.” She pointed out. “A beta needs a Dominant figure in their life for stability, if no other reason.”
“I just wish all the anchors weren’t already people I know and care for. It’s so weird, knowing that all these people have… Done things with my body.”
Hermione frowned. “Why? Does anyone treat you differently?” She asked.
Harry shrugged. “No, not really. I just thought, you know, there’d be, like, all this sexual tension, especially with Padfoot, for example. But… There really isn’t. It’s like nothing’s changed. But it’s weird.”
“Well, that’s a good thing, right? Animagi probably have it easier. I expect you smell different, depending on… Things.” Hermione glanced around and determined they were still unheard, so she continued. “And it’ll be easier with Moony, he’s bound to notice the difference if there is one.”
Harry sighed. “I suppose. I just don’t want things to get all awkward between us. I love Padfoot like a father, and Moony’s like a favorite uncle. I don’t want to lose that.”
Hermione smiled. “I don’t think you will, Harry. They love you, too. I’m sure they wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize that.”
Ron nodded. “And besides, this’ll keep them close to you, so it’s a good thing, right?”
“Holy cricket, we’re going to be late for class!” Hermione noticed in horror. “Come on, you two! If we run, we might make it!”
Harry and Ron stood and the three took off for Charms.
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