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Shiloe: The Weapon	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 24937 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Shiloe dropped Harry’s bags off in Helga’s room before coming back out to sit in a chair, waiting for Severus to arrive.
He watched Rowena walk into her room and come out holding the vial of the bond-blocker she’d had him brew. She looked at him for a moment, then dropped the vial into her pocket with a small sigh.
Shiloe broke the gaze and stared at his lap. He was nervous, of course he was. Who wouldn’t be? She’d said it hurt so bad he’d be unable to keep from switching throughout the whole process.
Luckily for Harry, the pain would probably be pushed to his subconscious, much like the pain of childbirth was, leaving only the faint memory of pain, dulled by the mental distancing.
Shiloe, however, had no such protections. His memories would be left fresh, and he’d have to wait for them to grow old on their own before they’d fade, but in the meantime he’d have to work not to focus on them.
There was a knock on the door, and Shiloe got up and opened it, letting Severus in.
“The headmaster believes I am going to my home. He won’t call for me for the remainder of the week.” Severus told them.
Rowena explained to Shiloe how to act as Bonder for an Unbreakable Vow, and Severus swore to keep his silence about everything that went on in the Saferoom for the next week.
Rowena nodded, satisfied. “As you’ve probably already guessed, we’ll be doing this in the Saferoom. Helga will be coming in as necessary, but she cannot be there the whole time, as Shiloe’s powers bleed through and mingle with her own too much. The empathy will not allow her to be there for extended periods of time, but we need her Sight for the process.” She told the two, leading them to the Saferoom as she spoke.
When they got in, Severus closed and locked the door. “There.” He said, turning to Shiloe, who was chalk-white and tense.
Shiloe sat down on the bed and held out a hand. “I need the bond-blocker.” He said shakily.
Rowena placed the vial in his hand.
Shiloe stared at it for a long moment before opening it. “Well, bottoms up, then.” He mumbled, and downed it, grimacing.
He felt his shields crumble, and grabbed onto Severus in alarm.
“He’ll need to use you as a crutch for the process. That is your role here. Drop your Occlumency shields.” Rowena told Severus.
Severus dropped his shields, feeling Shiloe’s presence in his mind for the first time.
“You’ll feel him, do not be alarmed. This is why Shiloe have multiple anchors. If they were to rely on only one, the bond would be all-consuming for both the Shiloe and the anchor. You must allow him to cling to you for sanity. Don’t worry, you won’t feel his pain, but you’ll feel his presence.” Rowena told Severus.
Severus nodded. “I can feel it.” He confirmed.
Shiloe sighed, reaching up with his free hand to rub at his temple as the other one refused to release Severus’ wrist. “And I can feel YOU.” Shiloe said to Rowena. “That’s never happened before.”
“I am more than a ghost, less than a person. Be glad I am. If I were a person, you’d be assaulted with my emotions right now. As it is, you only feel the magic I gave to Hogwarts.” She told him. “Are you ready?” She asked, drawing out the full vial of dark brown liquid.
Shiloe winced at seeing it, then straightened his shoulders. “Yes.” He said firmly.
Rowena nodded. “Lie down, and I will administer the first dose.”
Shiloe lay back, releasing Severus. He still felt the potions master, and was glad that the man was there. He’d never make it without that strong presence in his mind, calming him.
“Open your mouth.” Rowena said solemnly.
Shiloe opened his mouth, and Rowena held the vial over his open mouth.
“I’m sorry.” She whispered, then poured a few drops of the liquid into his waiting mouth.
Shiloe closed his mouth and swallowed, and felt a burning sensation start in his stomach. “That’s not TOO bad.” He said in surprise.
Rowena winced. “It will be, soon enough.” She assured him.
Shiloe realized she was right when the burning began to grow and spread out, racing along his limbs and into his mind as well, not one inch of his body being spared the searing pain.
He whimpered and clenched his fists, squeezing his eyes shut as he gritted his teeth against the pain.
“Go ahead and scream.” Rowena whispered, her voice carrying in the tense silence. “We will not think less of you. I know your pain is great.”
Shiloe began to moan in pain, trying still to hold it in, as his blood began to surely boil, by the feeling of it. He felt his control slipping, and struggled to hang on to it, but his grip faltered, and he slid under.
Harry was immediately pulled to the forefront, and his back arched as he screamed loudly, nails gouging bloody crescents into his palms. His screams rose in pitch and volume quickly, and he began to convulse.
Severus stared in alarm. “Is there nothing to be done?” He asked Rowena, his concern more than evident.
Rowena closed her eyes in grief and shook her head sadly. “We can do nothing but be here for him. He’ll fall unconscious soon, and it will be easier then.” She said.
Within minutes, the screaming stopped and Harry’s body fell mostly lax, though even in his unconscious state he still trembled and whimpered in pain.
Rowena sat in the chair in the middle of the room. “You might as well conjure yourself a chair.” She said to Severus. “We’ll be in here for quite a while. You’ll need to sit.”
Severus conjured a chair and sat next to the bed, reaching out and brushing a lock of hair away from the teen’s eyes. “Is this really necessary?” He asked Rowena.
“Do you think I would put him through this if it were NOT?!” She snapped.
Severus turned at her tone, and noticed tears swimming in her ice-blue eyes.
“I have come to care greatly for the boy, Severus Snape. I love him as if he were my own, and it pains me to force him into such pain. I push him in classes with me because I know he is capable of such greatness, and I want him to live up to his potential as quickly as he can. Helga assures me that since he is a prominent figurehead, he’ll need this protection. If we can spare him from any future pain, we will. It’s better that he have this immunity and not need it, than need it and not have it. I…” She hung her head. “I confess, I had a moment of weakness. I begged Godric to take my place here and administer the potion to him, and watch over him during this trial. He refused, saying if something went wrong, he’d not know until it was too late, as he never paid enough attention when Helga, Salazar and myself went through this process. When that failed, I asked Salazar to do it. He told me he couldn’t bear to see the child in such pain, whilst I…” She closed her eyes tightly, and a single tear escaped as her voice wavered. “I can bear it. It pains me greatly, but I can do it, because I know there is no way to make the process less painful. I tried. Great MERLIN, how I tried!” She shook her head. “This is truly the only way.” She whispered.
Severus sighed. “I apologize. I agree, it is hard to watch this. I feel so… Impotent. There’s truly nothing I can do, and that’s driving me mad. It’s not a feeling I’m accustomed to, this powerlessness.”
Severus felt Shiloe’s presence in his mind again, and turned back to the teen. He was no longer trembling and whimpering.
Rowena swallowed and stood, walking to his bedside. “Wake him.” She whispered, wiping the stray tear away. “It’s time for another dose.”
Helga walked through the door. “Ah, you noticed. I’ll just leave, then.” She said, walking back through the door.
Severus raised a brow, turning questioning eyes to Rowena.
“She has agreed to come in and tell us when the pain within him has dimmed enough for the next dose. In case we don’t notice. If his pain fades away completely before he has finished this entire vial, we’ll need to restart the entire process.” Rowena explained.
Severus nodded his understanding, and grasped Shiloe’s shoulder. “Wake up, Shiloe.” He said softly.
Shiloe moaned in pain and opened bleary eyes. “It still burns.” He rasped.
Rowena nodded, shutting her emotions away ruthlessly. “Yes, I know. Time for another dose. Open.” She said, holding the vial above Shiloe’s lips.
Shiloe sighed and opened his mouth, closing his eyes as Rowena poured more potion into his mouth and he swallowed.
Rowena ran a hand through his hair. “Be strong, young one.” She whispered. “It will all be worth it in the end.”
Shiloe’s body arched almost immediately, and he began to scream.
Severus winced and grabbed his hand, conjuring a damp cloth and wiping at the bloody furrows on his palm. “You’ve hurt yourself, brat.” He murmured, knowing Shiloe was too far gone at this point to hear him.
Rowena watched for a few moments, then returned to the chair and sat, her head in her hands. “Merlin give me strength.” She whispered.
Severus added his own petition to hers, silently.
*****
“It’s time.” Helga said, walking into the room.
Rowena sighed and stood, waving her away. She turned to Severus. “When we wake him, you must be prepared. This will be the last dose,” Rowena said, holding up the almost empty vial, “But it will be the worst. He will not go insane, I promise you. The pain will be great, and he may beg for death, even, but do not let it bother you. He will survive this, and then we will be done.”
Severus sighed, tiredly. They’d been watching over Harry and Shiloe for almost five days, and he’d only been able to get short naps in all that time. Pepper-up potions only went so far.
“I’m ready.” He said firmly.
Rowena nodded and stood over Harry. “Wake him.” She said.
Severus gently shook his shoulder. “Wake up, Harry.” He said, startled when the eyes flew open and Shiloe immediately surged to the forefront, the change so sudden it shocked him. “Shiloe.” He corrected.
Shiloe eyed the vial and began to tremble. “No more.” He whispered. “I can’t—No more!” He said, tears filling his eyes.
Rowena frowned at him. “You WILL take this last dose! You’re almost done, I won’t have you giving up now!” She spat.
“It still burns. Everywhere. I can’t take it anymore!” Shiloe admitted.
Severus clenched his hands into fists. “You can and you will. One last dose, and you’ll never need to do this again.” He said firmly.
Rowena held the vial over his mouth. “We’re running out of time. Hold his mouth open.”
Severus pried the teen’s mouth open and held his head firmly in place while Rowena poured the last of the potion into his mouth. He then closed Shiloe’s mouth and watched as the boy swallowed and began sobbing, the cries growing more pained and louder, before they turned into one long scream—and then Shiloe passed out, and there was silence again, save for the whimpers of pain that emerged from Shiloe’s throat sporadically.
Severus sighed, looking at Rowena, whose head was in her hands as she finally gave in, small sobs of grief escaping her throat.
He got up and walked over to the woman, laying a hand on her shoulder, offering comfort. “You did what you had to do. He’ll thank you for it, in time.” He said in consolation.
Rowena sniffed, and raised her head to look at him. “I had to. He wouldn’t have taken it otherwise.”
Severus shook his head. “He wouldn’t have. The boy is entirely too headstrong for his own good. You did the right thing.” He assured her.
Rowena nodded, wiping her tears away and taking a shuddering breath. “Right. Did you bring a vial of Veritaserum to test him with, once he wakes?”
Severus nodded, pulling out the clear liquid. “I tested this batch myself. It is perfect.” He said.
Rowena swallowed and sniffed delicately. “He should wake in about twenty minutes. The pain will completely fade ten minutes after that. Once all his pain is gone, we need to test him. That part will be easy.”
“I am ready.” Severus said, taking his seat next to the bed and holding onto Shiloe’s hand as the teen trembled in pain, whimpering.
*****
Harry opened his eyes and blinked. “Is it done?” He asked, his voice raspy from all the screaming he had done.
Severus looked over from the kitchenette, where he had finished making sandwiches and tea. “Yes.” He brought a plate of sandwiches over and handed it to Harry. “Eat now. You’ve had no food during the process. That’s not good for your body.”
Harry took the plate and began eating. “You know, I’ve gone longer without food.” He said after finishing a few bites.
Severus sighed. “I know. It still wasn’t good for you.”
Rowena nodded. “He’s right. And besides, you shouldn’t need to go so long without food anymore. That’s why those horrible Muggles aren’t raising you any longer.” She added. “Once your pain is gone, tell me, and we can test you to make sure the immunity took. I’m fairly certain it did, but we can never be too sure.”
“Okay.” Harry finished the plate of sandwiches in silence, then sighed, laying back on the bed as Severus took the plate over to the sink and set it to washing itself.
“So, when should the burning stop? It’s fading, but I can still feel it.”
“It should fade completely within the next few minutes.” Rowena told him.
Harry lay there, feeling the strange burning fade away slowly. He remembered snatches of the pain he had felt, but it was fading, too. His mind was apparently unwilling to focus on the event, instead choosing to push it away into his subconscious mind where he wouldn’t be forced to relive it, whether by accident or choice.
Rowena came over and laid the back of her hand over Harry’s cheek. “How are you feeling now?” She asked.
Harry sat up. “Actually, I can’t feel it anymore. I think I’m ready to test it.” He said.
Severus came back and sat in the seat next to the bed, taking out the vial of truth serum. “Alright, open your mouth.”
Harry opened his mouth, and Severus dosed him with the requisite three drops of Veritaserum.
Harry’s eyes glazed over and his face slackened, and Severus shot a worried look to Rowena, who seemed unperturbed.
“What is your name?” She asked.
“Harry James Potter.” Harry’s monotonous voice answered.
“He sounds like it’s working.” Severus said warily.
“He’s supposed to.” Rowena told Severus shortly, then turned back to Harry. “Where do you go to school?” She asked.
“Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.” The reply came, delivered in that same, flat voice.
Severus scoffed. “This is proving nothing at all!” He sneered, getting up and turning to leave the room.
Rowena smiled, and asked: “Do you have a Shiloe?”
Harry’s voice replied, still flat and lifeless: “No.”
Severus turned around, dumbstruck.
That had been a blatant lie. Delivered while under the influence of Veritaserum.
Severus sat in the chair again, heavily. “It worked.”
Rowena cocked her head. “Yes. Did you doubt me?” She asked him.
Severus nodded grudgingly. “For a few moments, I did.”
“Do you have the antidote? He can’t do anything but answer questions right now, and I want to know his reaction to our little test.” She asked.
Severus drew out a smaller vial and handed it to Harry. “Drink it all.” He instructed.
Harry drank the entire vial and grinned. “That was brilliant! I can lie under Veritaserum.” His grin faded. “Um, but only if it’s something I really don’t want to talk about.”
Rowena smiled at him. “That’s to be expected. It’ll keep you safe, at any rate. And thankfully, you’re now immune for life. We never have to go through that horrible experience again. Was it worth it?”
Harry nodded. “Definitely.” He said.
Severus shook his head. “How did this remain a secret? You could have marketed this and been rich beyond your wildest dreams.”
Rowena rolled her eyes. “Yes, Salazar DID suggest it, but I refused to. It’s much better kept as a secret. This is our trump card. No one will suspect that he’s immune, because there’s no KNOWN way to develop an immunity. It’s perfect. Keep it secret, of course. No telling the other anchors, even, and I DO mean that. This is our little secret.” She warned Severus.
Helga walked in. “Did it all go well?” She asked Harry.
Harry grinned broadly. “I’m immune.” He declared.
Helga grinned back and held her arms out.
Harry launched himself into her arms, trying to burrow into her.
“Congratulations. I’m happy for you. Now you, like us, may keep your secrets, no matter what happens.”
“Thank you, Rowena.” Harry said, not moving his face from where it was buried in the folds of Helga’s buttercup-yellow robe.
“You’re welcome, Harry. Since you’re closest, will you get the door?” She asked, poking him in the side. “And move? We can’t get out with you in the way.” She added in amusement.
Harry flushed. “Right.” He unlocked the door and they filed out into the common room.
“I’m going to head back down to the dungeons now.” Severus said.
Harry nodded. “Alright. I still need to read those books you lent me. I’ll see you later, Sir.”
“I’m sure you shall, Harry.” The man returned, as he swept out the door.
Harry lit a fire in the fireplace, grabbed one of the defense books and curled up on the couch to read.
*****
“Blood of the four, I lay at your door, open now unto me, and be silent evermore.” Harry said, cutting his hand just enough to draw blood, and smeared it on the door.
The Eagle knocker looked at him. “That hasn’t been invoked in quite some time, and never before by one who had the blood of all four within him together. Welcome, young heir. I will let you inside without a riddle this once, but if you ever come here again, you will need to answer one.” It said.
Harry smiled. “Thank you. Dumbledore said I could go exploring the castle, so I wanted to see the other common rooms beside my own and Slytherin’s. Shiloe helped out some, otherwise I wouldn’t have known the override.” He explained, then went inside.
It was very blue, he decided, looking up at the sky-blue ceiling with portraits of famous Witches and Wizards on it. Most he didn’t recognize, but he saw that Rowena herself was represented, and so were Michelangelo and Leonardo Da Vinci. And was that Shakespeare? “Didn’t know HE was a Wizard.” He mumbled, looking around with more interest.
There wasn’t much to do in an empty common room, Harry decided. It was rather boring, now that his curiosity had been satisfied. He left and looked down at the Marauder’s Map. It was time to head for Hufflepuff, and find out what THEIR common room looked like.
He headed for the basement and repeated the procedure, entering the common room and looking around. It was very sunny-looking, for all that it was underground, and circles were very much in evidence, from the picture frames to the lamps, which were made of bronze, it looked like. There were several plants around, and it looked as though Professor Sprout came in to tend to them frequently. “How are these being cared for while she’s gone?” Harry wondered, and jumped when his question was answered.
“I care for them.” Helga’s voice answered.
Harry turned and smiled at her. “Oh, hi. So you care for all the plants?”
Helga nodded. “During the summer, yes. Pomona and I came to an agreement that I’ll care for the plants during the summer, while she and the students aren’t here to do so. The students care for them during the year.”
“Oh. So, you come here every day?” Harry asked, curling up on the couch. “Hey, this is REALLY comfy!” He said, sinking into it.
“Every day that I don’t have something more pressing to attend to. I didn’t come here while you were gaining your immunity. You’re more important than the Hufflepuff plants.” She said lightly. “Incidentally, when did Shiloe teach you the blood override?”
Harry smiled. “I got bored, so he told it to me and suggested that I go exploring a bit, since Dumbledore already gave me permission. This is a really nice common room, though. It’s very sunny and bright. I like it.” He said.
Helga finished watering and sat down next to him. “So, what are your plans for the rest of the day? There’s no one in the castle besides a few teachers and the house-elves. And the Headmaster, of course. Do you have any plans, or are you just exploring?”
Harry shrugged. “At this point, I’m just exploring. Although Shiloe’s waiting for a letter from Cedric so that he can go visit him sometime this summer.” He mused.
Helga smiled. “Ah, yes, one of mine, isn’t he? Such a handsome young man. He’s a good choice for your Shiloe. Do they get on well?”
‘We really do.’ Shiloe answered.
Harry relayed the answer to Helga, and she nodded. “I assumed that would be the case. He’s very Slytherin-like, your Shiloe. Although he reminds me a lot of Rowena, too. Almost what I imagine a child between them would be. Alas, the two of them never really got along too well.” She chuckled. “They would have killed each other before they ever got around to creating a child.”
Harry laughed with her. “That would have been a shame.”
Helga stood. “Do you want to walk back to the rooms with me?”
“Sure.”
*****
“So, that’s my name?” Harry asked, frowning at the parchment in front of him.
Salazar sighed. “In essence, yes, though your penmanship could use some work. It’s supposed to look more like this.” He said, quickly writing on the parchment in front of him and turning it to face Harry.
Harry looked at it for a moment, then looked at his own, comparing the two. “Oh. Well, it’s close.”
Salazar rolled his eyes. “Yes, it’s CLOSE, but it’s still messy. We’ll need to work on that.” He said, taking his parchment back. “Now, we’ll work on Shiloe’s name. They’re referred to as ‘split of the soul,’ which is written like this…” He scrawled something onto the parchment and turned it to face Harry.
Harry stared at it for a moment. “Okay, you’re going to need to break that one down a bit, too. I can’t duplicate it all at once.”
Salazar sighed again. “Very well.”
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