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Shiloe	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 47211 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 8
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, the Potterverse, or anything you recognize here. I make no money from this either, sadly. I'm terribly poor. -.-

Chapter List
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Shiloe POV:
“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.”
Shiloe internally cursed. ‘Hopefully, he knows how to keep a secret.’ He thought, so that Harry wouldn’t hear him and be confused. He slowly reached out, ignoring Harry’s talking.
He opened the box, and then looked at the wand. It was a light color, and it seemed to be humming with power. He ran a finger over it and it purred.
*I can see, now, why I have been kept waiting for so long. Welcome, Master.* The wand spoke into Shiloe’s mind, of sorts, and seemed to be waiting for Shiloe to pick it up.
Shiloe smiled, drawing his finger away and placing his whole hand over the wand, still in its box. ‘Do you want to come with me? Will you heed my will? I will not abide disobedience.’ He warned the wand, still keeping the conversation from Harry.
The wand seemed to laugh at that. *If you can bridle me, I will bow to your will.* It said challengingly.
Shiloe drew his hand away and picked it up, smirking, and the wand rebelled.
Ollivander ducked as red sparks shot out, and the wand jerked Shiloe’s hand upwards. More sparks shot out, orange and blue mixed this time, and Shiloe gritted his teeth, somehow knowing that this wand was for him to subdue and tame. No one else would be able to.
He summoned up all his willpower and put it into his voice. “CEASE THIS AT ONCE!” He shouted.
Harry, hearing him in his mind, winced.
Shiloe finally forced the wand to stop its antics and managed to pacify the impetuous wand. ‘What say you now?’ He asked smugly, once the wand had calmed and began purring in his grip.
*I have waited many centuries for you. Your will is my will, Master. I must obey. You are far more powerful than I had anticipated. I am well pleased. I am called Ducentia Virgamque, the guiding wand. I can help guide you through this life, Master.* The wand happily told him.
Shiloe told the wand, ‘Very well. I shall call you Ducen. Will that be acceptable?’
*Yes, Master. As you will it.*
Shiloe was pleased with this new, compliant side of Ducen. ‘You will be kept in a case until I am ready to use you. You will stay in this case, quietly, until I require you. Am I clear?’
*As the clearest quartz there ever was, Master. I will obey.*
“Good. This one is perfect, Harry. Have him fetch the case.” Shiloe said aloud.
Harry sighed in relief, hearing Shiloe again, but this time in a normal tone rather than a shout. “He needs the case.” Harry told Ollivander.
Ollivander’s eyes widened. “This is truly a remarkable day!” He breathed. “Never did I think that wand would be conquered while I yet drew breath. It has been here for over twenty-three--almost twenty-four--centuries! It was the first wand made in this shop, by a Vorago ancestor of mine. He was the only one that could touch it before Shiloe, and then only because the runespoor was his familiar, and the werewolf one of his matches.”
Ollivander handed Harry’s free hand the case, and Shiloe stuck the wand in it and snapped the flap over the top closed, then strapped it to his forearm, just in case. The hiding place concealed it very well, too.
“Thank you.” Harry said, pulling out his money pouch. “How much-“
“I will not accept payment for THAT wand, Mr. Potter. It has been payment enough seeing a wand so violently powerful be quelled and mastered. Thank YOU for letting me witness that.” Ollivander said, bowing to Harry.
Harry flushed and followed McGonagall out of the shop.
“I always KNEW he’d find things like that out far too easily. He never misses a thing. Of course, most Ravenclaws don’t.” She said a bit irritably. “Don’t worry.” She said briskly to Harry. “He will never speak of it. He is trustworthy.”
Harry nodded and they got to a clothing store. McGonagall lead Harry inside and prepared for a shopping trip she wold never forget.
*****
Harry returned to school laden with huge bags of T-shirts, boxers, denims and a few pairs of slacks and some button-down shirts as well. He was beaming as he lugged his purchases (clothes he’d be PROUD to wear! Imagine!) to the fourth floor and into his rooms.
“I got clothes!” He called out as he shut the door and Helga came out of her room in the same form she had first met Harry in.
“Can I see some of them on you?” She asked dreamily, cocking her head and staring at something over his shoulder.
“Sure!” Harry said excitedly.
He took the bags into her rooms and called out “No peeking!” before he shut the door.
He quickly stripped and turned, digging through the bags, heedless of his nudity as he looked for his new denims. He wanted the ones that were too tight for underwear.
He heard and felt a warm hand smack him sharply on the arse, and he turned, seeing no one there. “Dammit, Shiloe! Stop it!”
Shiloe laughed. ‘Could you take my wand off of you? It’s trying to act up, since it knows that I am subdued, and it may not be safe to have it on your person any longer.’
Harry quickly took it off and laid it on the desk, afraid that it might hurt him.
Once that was done, he resumed his search for his pants. He finally found them and held them up, grinning.
‘Plebeian.’ He said.
Harry blinked. “What?” He asked.
‘It means common, or lower-class. Those pants are the very definition. Can’t you wear something with a bit more refinement?’ He asked coaxingly.
Harry looked at his new jeans, and shrugged. “Nope.” He said happily, and pulled the pants up, wriggling to get them over his arse, which they then cupped to perfection. He pulled on a green T-shirt and looked in the mirror.
“Why, look at you, you handsome devil!” The mirror said in surprise.
Harry grinned. His grin disappeared when the mirror continued.
“Of course, something MUST be done about that HAIR!” It said in horror.
“Oh, sod OFF!” Harry said to it, stalking away as Shiloe’s chuckle sounded in his mind.
*****
“Nice.” Godric said in approval as Harry gave the Founders one last turn.
He was now wearing jeans that were pre-ripped, and a shirt that said “I’m not crazy, my reality is just different than yours.”
Shiloe sighed. ‘I don’t really like that shirt.’ He said.
“I don’t really like your attitude, but you don’t hear me bitching, do you?” Harry replied cheekily.
Salazar and Helga both smothered chuckles at that.
Harry grinned. “Anyways, I’m off to explore Godric’s rooms now.”
Godric smiled. “Enjoy them.”
Harry opened the door and looked into the room, then walked in, smiling. Now, THIS felt like home. It was all reds and gold, bright and fierce.
He even recognized the wood used for the furniture. It was definitely oak.
Harry opened the door he had not before peeked into. It was a duelling room, with padded walls and floor, and even the ceiling looked to be a bit padded.
“Sweet.” Harry commented. Duelling training would do him good.
He checked out the garden and found that in the huge oak tree next to the koi pond, there was a tree house.
He laughed. Really? Godric had a tree house?
Chuckling a little, he walked back inside.
He lay down on the crimson bed, sinking into the gold brocade throw pillows. Godric had lived like a king.
He grinned. ‘A worthy life for a Gryffindor.’ He thought to himself. ‘I could get used to this.’
*****
Harry fidgeted, Dumbledore’s hand coming down to rest on his shoulder.
The touch helped steady him, reminded him that he had someone here if things didn’t go well. He wasn’t alone.
‘Oh, yeah, because I don’t count, do I? You know that’s what I’m here for, right? My job is to take over for you when things get out of hand. I just can’t do that yet.’ Shiloe finished petulantly.
Harry smiled a bit at that.
Suddenly, there was a gathering of magic and Dumbledore stepped away from Harry in preparation. The Weasleys and Hermione appeared in the middle of the Great Hall, holding onto a scarf.
“Harry!” Hermione shouted, running over and flinging her arms around him.
Harry smiled in joy and hugged her back.
Ron wasn’t far behind. He had grown over the summer, Harry noticed again.
“Heya, Mate.” He said, clapping a hand on Harry’s shoulder.
“’Mione, Ron! I missed you!”
Ron grinned. “Yeah, we missed you, too. Mum was worried sick, of course.”
Harry’s face fell, and Hermione let him go and stepped back. “All right, what aren’t you telling us?” She asked sternly.
Harry sighed. “Come on, I want to tell everyone at once. I don’t really feel like repeating myself.”
Everyone sat down, save for Harry and Dumbledore. Harry walked to the head of the table they were at—The Gryffindor table, not surprisingly—and faced them all. “I know that all of you are aware that my life with the Dursleys was not perfect, or even all that good. It was awful, most of the time. On my birthday, I woke up from a pretty bad beating I had taken over a week before, and discovered that I had a new voice in my head. He calls himself Shiloe.” Harry said.
The Weasleys were all wearing expressions of horror, grief, or anger. Hermione had a look of confusion on her face until Ron whispered something in her ear. Her expression quickly fell, and she began to weep, covering her face with her hands.
“Oh, Harry, you poor child!” A horrified Molly Weasley said. “If you had told me how bad it was, we NEVER would have let you stay there!”
Harry smiled. “I know. And I appreciate that. But you have enough to deal with keeping Fred and George in line—” The twins both shouted “Oi! Traitor!” at this point—“And I’m a trouble magnet.” He finished wryly.
Arthur sighed. “Well, Harry, we hope Shiloe knows that we intend to make sure he becomes part of our family, as well.” He said.
‘They’d better keep the fuck away until I’M ready to approach THEM.’ Shiloe snarled.
Harry cleared his throat. “You have to wait for him to be ready. He’ll be the one to come to you.” He said.
Arthur nodded. “We can accept that.”
Molly was sniffling softly, dabbing at her eyes with a handkerchief.
Harry walked back over to sit next to Ron, who patted his back. The twins and Ginny were across from them, and all three looked angry on his behalf.
“Are they being tried?” Ginny asked sharply, as the food appeared.
“Yeah. Kingsley is doing that privately. He doesn’t know about Shiloe. I want you all to keep completely silent about this. It’s top secret, and if Voldemort finds out, we could be doomed.”
“What are you going to do-“
“If they’re found guilty?”
Harry shrugged. “Not sure yet.” He replied, filling his plate.
As usual, Shiloe requested that Harry eat just a tiny bit of the carrots, and as usual, Harry replied to him out loud: “No.”
Ron frowned, looking at Harry like he’d gone mad. “‘No’ what, mate?”
Harry sighed. “Shiloe keeps trying to get me to eat carrots.”
Hermione giggled. “Well, they would be good for your eyesight, you know.” She pointed out.
“I don’t feel like eating them. I never really cared for them much.”
‘Obviously, Spectacles.’ Shiloe drawled in amusement.
Harry’s lips twitched.
“Anyways, he’s pretty sarcastic, and he might be pretty rude to all of you guys. If he is, I’m sorry.”
Ron just shrugged. “Whatever. We’ll live. He can’t be any worse than Snape.”
Ginny smiled at him suddenly. “You’re going to have roommates in the tower for the rest of summer. Dumbledore’s letter said that we could stay.” She said brightly.
Harry flushed. “Oh. I don’t live in the tower anymore.” He said softly. “Because of Shiloe.” He finished.
“Oh. Yeah, that makes sense. Well, where are you staying?” She asked.
“Actually, I’m staying in what used to be the Founders’ personal rooms. Turns out I’m a blood descendant of all four, and they want me to be Headmaster once Dumbledore is gone.”
Ron was silent, taking it all in. “Wow!” He said eventually. “That’s wicked, mate!”
Harry smiled. “Yeah. Which reminds me, who wants to go into the Chamber with me? I need to find a room with a locked door. I can’t unlock it from my rooms, but it leads to the Chamber.”
“Makes sense.” Ron said, his mouth full as he nodded. “Lemme guess, it connects to Salazar Slytherin’s rooms?”
“Actually, no. But I can’t tell you whose room it connects to, because it’s not my story to tell.” Harry told Ron.
Ginny shuddered. “I’m not going.” She said firmly. “I’ll go to Gryffindor Tower and get settled in, instead.”
Hermione nodded. “I’ll go with you. I’m not really into all that dirty, dangerous stuff this early in the year, thanks.” She teased Harry and Ron.
The twins looked interested. “Harry, mate, can we come?”
“We’d love to see the basilisk.”
Harry laughed. “Sure.”
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