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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. -.-

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Ron’s mouth fell open as they got to the part of the chamber that housed the basilisk corpse. “Bloody hell, Harry! You fought THAT?!” He asked, pointing to it.
Harry nodded. “Yeah. It managed to bite me, too. If it weren’t for Fawkes, I’d be dead now.” He said seriously.
Fred and George stared at it, eyes wide as they took in just how long it was. “Harry…” George said slowly.
“Do you think we could…?”
Harry turned around to see Fred pulling a few small bottles and tools out of his pockets, holding them up hopefully.
He rolled his eyes. “NO venom.” He said firmly. “You can take scales and blood, but don’t go near the teeth. If you used the venom to try and make something and got poisoned in the process, I’d never forgive myself.” He said.
George nodded. “Of course not, we actually have a plan for the scales.” He said as Fred looked at the basilisk thoughtfully.
“You mean, use this for the… Thing?” He finished cryptically, noticing Ron listening in.
“Yeah!” George coaxed. “Come on, it’s perfect! LOOK at it!” He gestured to the giant serpent’s body, and Harry just shook his head.
“Whatever. Come on, Ron.”
Ron and Harry headed for the back end of the chamber, near the giant statue of Salazar Slytherin’s head.
Harry began looking around for a door or lever or something, and spoke softly to Ron.
“Hey, Ron, d’you know why everyone seems so eager to help me lose my virginity?” He asked.
Ron choked, and flushed, but nodded. “Uh, yeah, mate. See, I know you don’t know what a Shiloe is, being raised by muggles and all, but it’s common knowledge that the anchor bond between a Shiloe and their anchors is sexual, and so you’re supposed to make sure you lose your virginity before he starts becoming active, so that you can at least remember your first time.” He explained. “Because you won’t remember what he does when he’s active.”
“Oh.” Harry murmured. He found a doorknob in Salazar’s left ear. “Here, Ron, look!” He turned it and he and Ron looked inside to see a small room with a desk and a portrait on the wall.
Harry looked at the surprisingly bare room before stepping inside.
Ron followed him in, and they noticed a second door behind the desk, hidden by camouflaging with the wall.
They went through that one as well, and Harry smiled. “Here we are.” He said smugly.
Salazar looked up from his portrait and sneered. “Indeed. Welcome to my sanctuary. Now leave.”
Harry looked around the room. It was cozy. Several armchairs were arranged in a semi-circle around the fireplace.
“You know, I’m determined to become the thorn in your side for this generation.” Harry told him, grinning.
“Congratulations, you’re doing a fine job of it.” Salazar said.
“Thanks.” Harry replied. “Do you know where the door to the Saferoom is?” He asked.
Salazar raised an eyebrow and looked at the wall behind Harry and to the right.
Harry turned and saw the door. He walked up to it and sighed after trying the handle.
“I don’t suppose ‘alohomora’ would work on this one?” Ron asked.
Salazar chuckled. “There is a key, but you will have to find it for yourself, Harry. It is in my bedroom somewhere.” He said, smirking.
Harry groaned. “Well, is there anything interesting in here?” He asked hopefully.
Salazar rolled his eyes. “Do you really think I would leave anything HERE, where ANYONE with Parseltongue could find it? Not likely. I moved everything of interest and value to my bedroom.”
Harry sighed. “Well, at least now we know.”
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Harry, Ron and the twins practically fell over each other on their way back through the portrait hole, laughing.
They stopped when they saw Hermione standing there, arms crossed over her chest. “Harry, you have some things to explain.” She said firmly.
Harry sighed. “All right.” He sat in the leather armchair before the fire. “Where do you want me to start?”
Hermione pursed her lips, Ginny gazing intently at Harry from beside her. “Abuse? How bad was it?” She asked.
Harry sighed. “Well, I had to do all the chores, and the cooking. I didn’t always get enough to eat, and that’s why I’m so small. If I did something wrong, I got hit, sometimes a lot, and my bedroom for a long time was the cupboard under the stairs. They moved me to Dudley’s second bedroom when- ‘Mione?” Harry stopped, alarmed.
Hermione’s hands were over her mouth, and she had paled. Her eyes were filled with tears. She shook her head, moving her hands, and whispered, “Why didn’t you say something?”
“Like what? By the way, my family beats me, but I have to stay there for the blood wards?” He asked wryly. “It wouldn’t have served any purpose. Mrs. Weasley knew I wasn’t getting fed right. She knew my father when he went here, his first few years, and she saw that I was much smaller. She sent me food, and that helped.”
‘Yes.’ Shiloe agreed. ‘And she is much beloved for that. She is Pack.’ He said firmly.
Harry felt his heart lift. ‘Really?’ He asked mentally.
‘Of course. She took care of us, before I could.’ Shiloe said, as if that settled it.
Hermione sighed. “You aren’t going back there, right?” She asked in concern. “Because my parents could take you, and they can place wards around my house, I’ve read about-“
Harry held up a hand to cut her off, laughing. “I’m sure you’ve read all about the subject, ‘Mione, but I’m not going back. I’m staying here. Well, I think.” He added thoughtfully, wondering what would happen if Shiloe needed to go with an anchor.
‘We’ll burn THAT bridge when we get to it.’ Shiloe said dismissively.
Hermione smiled tremulously. “Good. I’m so sorry, Harry.”
“I’m fine, really. Well, aside from having a voice in my head that can kick my arse if he wants to.” He joked, breaking the tension as the twins and Ron snickered.
‘And don’t you forget it!’ Shiloe said proudly.
Ginny nodded. “Yeah, about that, Harry, what’s it like? Is he nice?”
Harry laughed. “Hardly.” He answered. “He’s rude. And sarcastic.”
“That’s strange. I’ve never heard of a Shiloe being rude to its Host before. In every story I’ve heard, the Shiloe is always a guardian to the Host. Kind of like an older sibling.”
‘And how many Shiloe has she been Host to?’ Shiloe drawled. ‘Anyway, I will be able to treat you more courteously once we know each other better. For now, I’m just getting a feel for you.’ Shiloe said in jest.
Harry rolled his eyes. “Well, not mine. Anyway, if I start treating you differently, just assume that it’s not me. The first time Shiloe becomes active, he will be in control for a month or two. After that, there will be periodic changes between the two of us.” He recited, remembering Shiloe’s frequent reminders of what was going to happen soon. “Oh, and I get to have no memory of what he does with my body, while he knows everything I do, and THEN some!”
Hermione pursed her lips. “It sounds a bit like Dissociative Identity Disorder. It’s a result of trauma, and usually results in the formation of three or more distinct personae within a person’s consciousness, with associated memory loss when those personalities are in control of the body.”
“Yeah, that sounds close, but I only have Shiloe.” Harry said, shrugging.
“I believe a single additional personality is known as a ‘Split Personality.’” She said.
Harry opened his mouth to answer, but was cut off by Godric’s portrait above the fireplace.
“Harry, Helga says you should be heading back to your rooms now.” He said, startling Hermione and the assembled Weasleys.
Harry sighed. “Fine, fine.” He stood and hugged the girls, then said hurried good-nights as he made his way out of the portrait hole.
‘Good thing we’re out of there.’ Shiloe grumbled. ‘I was about to burst a blood vessel. Where does that Granger chit get off making you rehash closed issues?!’
“Calm down. I don’t think she realizes that she’s doing that. I’m sure she MEANS well.” Harry murmured sotto voce.
Shiloe scoffed. ‘Oh, YEAH, and INTENTIONS are the only thing that matter, right? After all, Dumbledore was RIGHT to leave you with the Dursleys, because he never MEANT for them to hate and abuse you.’ He sneered mockingly, his voice dripping with venom.
Harry began walking faster, fuelled by anger. “What do you have against him anyway?!” He hissed.
‘Part of my job, the BIGGEST part, is protecting you from being hurt any further than you have been already, whenever necessary.’ Shiloe snapped. ‘I dislike him because he is the main reason you were so irreparably harmed. No matter how well-intentioned his actions were, the fact remains that leaving you with the Dursley family was, in fact, the WRONG decision. Perhaps the worst possible decision he could have made.’
Harry sighed, placing his hand on the wall and letting himself into his rooms, locking the door behind him and heading to Helga’s room to sleep. He’d deal with everything else tomorrow.
Note: Just so everyone is aware, I happen to have DID (Dissociative Identity Disorder), and I’m writing this story partly to raise awareness of it. It’s very real, and it’s NOT FUN. If you notice that Harry seems to be getting the short end of the stick, just think: I have six alters, and I have blank spots in my memory that in the past have lasted as long as six months or as short as a few hours. This story is meant as a bit of a release for me. If you enjoy it, great. If not, well, I’m not forcing anyone to read it, I’m just hoping it’ll help others understand my issues a bit more.
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