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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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This chapter picks up right where the last left off, just an FYI.

Shiloe let himself into his common room through the door merely to give himself the satisfaction of slamming it loudly, then threw himself onto the couch, arms crossed over his chest.
“Come, Little One.” Lo told him. “You need to work off your anger.”
“Fuck you.” Shiloe snapped at her.
She snarled and zapped him with a small bolt of lightning. “I said COME!”
Shiloe doubled over, clutching at his stomach where the lightning had hit. “Okay, I’m coming!” He said, then got up to follow her. “Damn, that really hurt!”
“It was meant to.” Lo told him sharply, leading him out into the forest. “Now, as this is merely to work off your anger, we will be doing only one bout of speed training. Are you ready?” She asked.
Shiloe sighed and braced himself in case mud formed, which it probably would. “Ready.” He answered.
*****
Shiloe stood under the spray of hot water, soaping himself distractedly as he thought of his anchors. The anchor-bond with Severus was still the strongest, as the distance needed for the bond-blocker to work still separated him from most of his anchors, and it was making his control over his emotions tenuous, Lo had told him. Until he got back in close range of his other anchors, the bonds would remain closed off.
Luckily, Molly had told him she was planning a joint birthday party at the end of July for both Harry and Neville, and she had managed to pry the names of all of his anchors out of him for the event. All of them save Lucius would be there, though Lucius had opted to stay at Moonrun Manor due to his pregnancy. Viktor was still deciding whether or not to attend, as he was very private and didn’t want word of their relationship to spread.
Shiloe rinsed and turned the water off, drying himself with a charm and leaving the bathroom. He threw himself down on the bed and stared up at the dark green hangings, letting his mind drift.
The door opened and an owl flew in. Salazar poked his head in. “Owl for you. Well, HELLO.” He said, eyeing Shiloe’s naked body in interest.
Shiloe sighed. “Hello, yourself. Oh, that’s Cedric’s. FINALLY.” He took the letter and opened it, then sent the owl back home. “Good, his parents finally gave him permission to have me over. His dad seems to be getting over his anger at the article, he says.”
Shiloe stood and got some clothes out as Salazar leered at him.
“Need some help?” The founder asked.
“Not really.” Shiloe told him, amusement clear in his tone as he put a few changes of clothes in his trunk and shrunk it, putting it in his pocket. He walked to the alcove and stepped.
After a rather dizzying trip, he came out in the alley near Cedric’s house. “Need to cross large distances in smaller bursts, I guess.” He mumbled to himself. “Voco Cedric.”
“Shiloe?”
“The one and only. Well, not really, I suppose.” Shiloe amended, chuckling. “I’m heading to the spot where Neville and I met with you. Meet me?” He asked.
“That was fast. How’d you manage that?” Cedric asked, then told his parents where he was going.
“Shadow-walking. Although the long trip was a bit disorienting, so I don’t think I’ll be going such long distances in the future.” Shiloe answered, getting to the spot where they’d met and stopping to wait.
Cedric snorted. “I see. That’s pretty useful, isn’t it? I’m a bit jealous.”
Shiloe arched an eyebrow at his ring, staring at it distrustfully. “Jealous? You DO remember where Shiloe come from, yes?”
“Well, I’m not jealous enough to want one of my own, but you have to admit, you’ve got some enviable skills in return for a rather shitty past.” Cedric told him evenly.
Shiloe sighed. “Yes, but it doesn’t make up for what Harry’s past was lacking in. I doubt you can truly understand the extent of the damage his past has done to his psyche.”
Cedric came into view. “I suppose not, but I can and DO empathize.” He said, then cut the connection, having gotten close enough that speaking to each other via the rings was redundant. “Come on, let’s get to the house. Mum might grill you a bit, please don’t be offended by anything she says or does.” He said, flushing a bit. “She’s really harmless, and she doesn’t mean anything by it. She’s just… Well, she was a Ravenclaw.”
Shiloe smiled. “Ah, I see.” He laughed. “Alright, no problem. I’m prepared.”
Cedric took his hand, stroking his thumb over the back of Shiloe’s hand. “So, how’s everyone?” He asked lightly.
Shiloe chuckled. “Oh, don’t think you can fool ME. Neville’s doing great, by the way. He just planted some new seeds last time I saw him, so he’ll be busy tending them for most of the summer. Why? Got a crush?” He teased.
Cedric flushed. “I really think it’s more than that, with him. Something feels different. You’re not angry about it, are you?”
Shiloe smiled. “Why would I be angry? Don’t you remember what I said earlier? Back when the Pack was still forming?”
Cedric thought for a moment, then realization dawned. “Right! You said that Neville would be getting a creature inheritance when he turned sixteen! And his mate was either me or Draco?”
Shiloe smirked. “It could still go either way, but you’re right, Blaise isn’t an option. I’M his mate. So it’s one of you two. Either way, he’s getting a good mate, so I’m happy for him.”
“Can you tell me what he’s going to be now? Since it’s just us two?” Cedric asked.
Shiloe laughed. “I can’t tell you, but what I CAN tell you is this: I found out from Helga, since I didn’t recognize the magic, and she did. I doubt she’ll give YOU the same information she so willingly shared with ME, but you can try next year, all the same.”
Cedric scowled. “And either way, he’ll be getting his inheritance right after I graduate! That’s SO unfair!” He kicked at a rock angrily. “Wait…” He slowed down a bit. “I can only think of one creature that manifests at sixteen.” He said softly.
Shiloe smiled. “Oh?”
Cedric nodded. “But it’s rare. And non-hereditary.” He said.
Shiloe chuckled. “You know, even if you get it right, I’m not going to tell you. That would take all the fun out of this.”
Cedric sighed, leading him to the house. “That’s no fun. Well, here we are. Time for the inevitable questions.” He said, opening the door and pulling Shiloe inside. “We’re here!” He called out.
“So you are.” Amos Diggory said from his chair, looking at Shiloe appraisingly. “So, you’re a Shiloe?” He asked.
Shiloe nodded. “I am.”
“How’re you supposed to defeat You-Know-Who, then?” He pressed.
Shiloe shrugged. “I’m not entirely sure yet. Dumbledore and I are still working on that. But I can tell you that my condition will help rather than hinder our efforts.”
Cedric’s mother came in from the kitchen. “Well, hello, I’m pleased to meet you! I’m Cedric’s mother, you can call me Tricia. You know, I did my thesis on Shiloe in University. Well, it was actually on Shiloe AND Sitimo and the cycle of abuse, but it focused more on the cycle of abuse than anything else, since both Shiloe and Sitimo are so secretive. And now I get to MEET a real Shiloe! Can I shake your hand?” She asked, hands folded tightly in front of herself, as if to keep herself from reaching out.
Shiloe braced himself and nodded, holding his hand out.
She took it and shook it quickly, then released him, smiling brightly. “Oh, I’m just so happy to meet you! You must be tired, how did you get here so fast?” She asked.
Shiloe closed his eyes against the sudden feeling of giddy excitement. “I used shadow-walking.” He answered once he’d composed himself. “And yes, I am a bit tired.”
Tricia nodded. “Cedric will show you to his room, but first.” She said, her look becoming serious as she gazed into Shiloe’s eyes. “You DO intend to break the cycle, yes? I won’t have any of my grandchildren being mistreated.” She said firmly.
Cedric took Shiloe’s hand and stepped in between them. “MUM! That’s uncalled for! I’m sorry, Shiloe, she doesn’t—“
“No.” Shiloe interrupted, covering his mouth. “She has the right to make sure, I don’t mind.” He looked solemnly into Tricia’s eyes. “I will make sure my own children and my Host’s children want for nothing and are well-taken-care-of, no matter what it takes. On that, you have my word.” He told her.
Tricia smiled and nodded. “Good. Go on up, then, and get ready for dinner. It’ll be ready in half an hour.”
Cedric led Shiloe upstairs and sighed, sitting on his bed. “Really, I didn’t know she was going to spring THAT on you. I’m sorry.”
Shiloe chuckled. “Really, it’s fine. I can understand why she’d ask, she only wanted to be sure. I don’t mind.” He took out his trunk and re-sized it.
Cedric stiffened. “Are you sure that’s a good idea? You’re still underage, and—“
“This wand isn’t under the Trace, don’t worry.” Shiloe said with a smile, holding up Ducen. “As a matter of fact, I don’t think the Trace would actually take to it, seeing as it’s such a volatile wand.” He mused, staring at Ducen.
*I would not submit to the Trace, Master. It would have no hold on me.*
Shiloe smiled. “Ah, it wouldn’t take, then.”
“What?” Cedric asked, looking at him in confusion. “What are you talking about?”
“The wand’s name is Ducentia Virgamque.” Shiloe said in lieu of explaining himself.
Cedric’s eyes nearly popped out of his head at that. “I thought sentient wands were a myth!” He nearly shouted.
Shiloe simply smiled at him. “Don’t ever touch Ducen, though. He doesn’t take very kindly to it.”
Cedric shook his head. “Wow. That’s amazing. Where did you get your wand?”
Shiloe shrugged. “Ollivander’s, where else? Even Ollivander couldn’t touch it, though. It sat in the shop waiting for an owner for centuries. I managed to quell it.”
*****
“So,” Tricia asked as they sat down to dinner, “I’m assuming since you’re not a Sitimo, you were never sexually abused?”
Shiloe blinked in surprise. “Um, no, it was all verbal and physical. They never touched me inappropriately.” He answered.
“Mother!” Cedric hissed.
Tricia glared at her son. “If he doesn’t want to answer a question all he has to do is say so. And he’s a Shiloe, I assure you, if he wants to decline answering, he’ll tell me so.” She finished lightly.
Shiloe smirked. “You’re right about that.” He told her in amusement. “You said you wrote a thesis about abuse? What career path did you head down, if you don’t mind my asking?”
Tricia smiled. “I work in the Ministry, for the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, Being Division. So, I work with cases like yours, I suppose.” She told him happily.
Cedric hung his head. “Thanks, Mum.”
“Well, he did ask. What am I supposed to do, lie? I’m not ashamed of where I work.” She told her son, reaching over to pat his shoulder. “Don’t be mad. Honey, if I offend him, we’ll all know pretty quick. Shiloe aren’t known for their tolerance.” She turned to Shiloe. “What about you? What’s your plan for after school?”
“We’re going to be staying at Hogwarts. Harry is next in line to be Headmaster. The founders stepped in and chose him themselves.” Shiloe explained.
“What do you mean, ‘the founders stepped in?’” Amos asked. “They’re all dead.”
“They can take on physical form within the castle, Dad.” Cedric told him. “I’ve met them.”
“Oh, yes, I’ve heard of that. If you pour enough of your magic into a magical place, you can, in essence, become a permanent part of it and live on inside the area. It’s rare, but possible.” Tricia said.
Shiloe nodded. “Yes, the founders did that with Hogwarts, and a small portion of the Forbidden Forest. So they’re still around, really.”
“So, you’ve met them?” Tricia asked.
“I live in their old rooms, actually. They spend most of their time with me and Harry.” Shiloe explained.
“What are they like?” Tricia gently prodded. “If you don’t mind my asking.”
Shiloe shook his head. “Not at all. Godric is a bit more of a prankster than I can approve of. My host is a Gryffindor, but I am most assuredly NOT, and the man gets on my nerves, to be honest. Rowena is strict, but it’s because she’s so intelligent and can see the potential within Harry and myself and keeps pushing us to live up to it. Salazar is quiet, but he has a keen mind and is the best at planning things out. He’s also the best at keeping silent on things that others aren’t quite ready to hear, no matter what the topic is. He’s won many arguments with Gryffindor by waiting him out and making his point once Godric had ranted for so long that the others were sick of hearing it, making a new opinion instantly popular. Helga is a clairvoyant, but she’s so disconnected with reality at times that she can be seen as flighty. She’s the nurturer of the group, and she was the one that connected with Harry first, making sure he felt welcomed in their rooms and wasn’t lonely. I’m descended from all of them in one form or another, and they are all members of my Pack.” He finished.
Tricia was hanging on his every word, but Amos looked less than impressed, though he didn’t speak, and seemed to be listening, if only half-heartedly.
Cedric smiled. “He knows them best. Although I have met them. Rowena tried to help me with Muggle Studies, but she was, sadly, less than helpful.” He said with a small laugh.
“I don’t see WHY you’re taking that class.” Tricia said, sounding like this was an old argument. “You don’t need it, you’re really just wasting your time with it. You should be taking Ancient Runes. You’ll need it for Healer training.”
Cedric sighed. “I TOLD you, Mum, I can take that class when I go to University. I don’t need it yet, and besides, I want to know more about Muggles so I can better understand the world as Muggleborns see it. I’ll be working with them as well as Purebloods, so it’s probably going to prove useful.”
“You know,” Shiloe said, getting his attention. “You never did tell me what you plan to specialize in when you become a Healer.”
“Oh.” Cedric flushed. “Well, to be honest, I haven’t quite decided yet. But lately I’ve been thinking of specializing in Obstetrics. Particularly male pregnancies.”
Shiloe raised an eyebrow. “Really?” He asked in interest.
Cedric chuckled. “And no, you didn’t influence me, if you’re thinking that. I started thinking of it last summer. I can work with expecting women when there aren’t any male pregnancies to handle, but I’d like to be able to help gay men that want children of their own. Not many Healers out there choose to specialize in male pregnancies, so there’s a real lack. I can help fill that void. And I want to.”
Shiloe nodded. “That would be a good thing. And then you could be my Healer during pregnancies, which would help. I can’t keep relying on Poppy forever. Well, I probably COULD, since I’ll be staying at Hogwarts, but it wouldn’t exactly be fair to her. She’s already dealing with one pregnancy among my anchors, and I may need to ask her to handle yet another pregnancy.”
Cedric looked up from his plate at that. “Another one? Who?”
Shiloe glanced at his parents and shook his head. “Later.”
Cedric nodded. “Right. Forgot, sorry.” His parents were Outsiders, after all. Shiloe wasn’t likely to discuss sensitive topics with them in earshot.
“So, who’s ready for dessert?” Tricia asked, breaking the tension that was starting to develop.
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