Shiloe

Harry smiled widely, lying back on the bed. “Wow. I’m not a virgin anymore.” He said softly to himself, his smile growing at the thought.

‘Congratulations.’ Shiloe drawled.

Harry rolled his eyes. “Did you watch?” He asked.

‘Hardly. It’s not my place, nor am I interested at ALL in YOUR conquests. Only my own.’ He said simply.

“Oh. Well, I think I’m going to write a letter to Molly, letting her know that you like her.” Harry said cheekily.

‘NO! Dammit!’ Shiloe shouted.

“Are you EMBARRASSED?!”

Shiloe was silent for a while, before he grudgingly answered: ‘Shiloe do not need parental figures. She will probably try to become mine.’

Harry laughed. “Even more reason for me to do it.” He said.

*****

‘I’m going to apologise in advance.’ Shiloe suddenly said.

Harry paused in proofreading the letter to Molly. “Why?” He asked.

Shiloe was silent for so long that Harry almost thought he was gone before he heard Shiloe reply, very quietly.

‘I become active tomorrow.’

Harry froze. “I see.”

Shiloe sighed. ‘Don’t get like that, Harry. I can’t HELP it! At least one of our anchors is here, and I can feel it.’

Harry growled internally. “YOUR, not OUR.” He snarled, getting up and pacing in front of the fire. “Damn, I’m going to miss the first month of classes, aren’t I?”

Shiloe chuckled. ‘Don’t worry, I take better notes than you anyway, you’ll get muscle memory to help with wand movements, and I can feed you any other information you need once you get the body back.’ He said smugly. ‘Oh, and they are indeed OUR anchors, since you cannot help but become at least friends with them. They will be spending quite a lot of time with you in the future, I daresay.’

Harry sighed. “Well, who are they?” He asked.

‘Beats me.’ was Shiloe’s quick reply. ‘I won’t know until I meet them myself.’

Harry growled. “Great. Just great. Will you explain things to Ron and Hermione?”

He heard Shiloe give a long-suffering sigh. ‘Fine. I’ll find a way to tell them in private.’

“Thanks. I need to get this sent off tonight, then.” Harry decided, and then set off for the owlery, Shiloe trying to persuade him not to send it the whole time.

“If you don’t want it sent so badly, why don’t you stop me?” He asked cheekily.

‘This isn’t a dire enough need. I won’t hit you or restrain you without a good reason, now that you know I can do it. I was just proving a point last time.’ He replied. ‘Now, MUST you send that?’ He asked as Harry reached the owlery.

“Yes.” Harry said as Hedwig came to him. He tied the letter to her leg and petted her a few times. “Alright, girl, it’s for Molly, ok?” He told her.

She hooted and took off.

Harry sighed. “Time to get to bed.” He said wearily. “It’s been a long day.”

*****

Shiloe drew in his first deep breath and felt awareness of the body flow through him like never before. He was in control of it, and he was IN it, rather than OF it.

Sensation was washing through him in gentle waves, the feeling of cotton boxers and bed linens making him rub eagerly against the bed he was in, sighing. “Ohhh.” He moaned softly, eyes closed and lips parted. He stopped writhing, the sensation finally fading as he became used to it.

“Well, that was certainly wonderful.” He stretched and another moan escaped his lips. “Man, I could get used to this.” He mumbled.

He sat and tested his limbs, quickly figuring out exactly how to get them to move the way he wanted. He didn’t plan on being as clumsy as Harry.

“Alright, then.” He purred, finally ready to begin his own life. “Let’s get the day started.”

He got dressed in Harry’s school uniform, sneering at the quality. ‘Need to go shopping.’ He decided, heading out to the common room, then to Salazar’s room to grab Ducen before heading to breakfast.

“Hi, Guys. Bye, Guys.” He said as he waved to the portraits.

“Wait.” Salazar’s voice commanded.

Shiloe turned. “Sir?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

Salazar smirked. “Indeed. Before you leave, know this: These rooms are warded against outside influences of all kinds getting through.”

Shiloe blinked a few times, then sighed. “I see.” He sat down and checked his mental shields. As he had known they would be, they were paper-thin and fluid-looking. “Shit. How bad is it going to be?” He asked.

Salazar narrowed his eyes. “There are at least one hundred students in the school at all times during the school year, with the exception of holidays, and several staff members.”

“Fuck me.” Shiloe muttered.

“Gladly, if you’ll come to me.” Salazar retorted with a smirk.

Shiloe shook his head with a smile. “Okay, so I need to find my anchors and bond with them fast. I’ll just have to hope I can last until then.” He said, eyeing the anchor-bonds that were floating from him, not connected to his anchors yet, but waiting for them to get close enough to properly form the bond.

“Merlin’s saggy balls, I have NINE anchors?! That’s quite a lot.” He said to himself.

“A high number of anchors suggest mental and emotional instability.” Helga commented absently.

Shiloe shot her portrait a smirk. “And you would know, wouldn’t you?” He teased the clairvoyant.

“Yes.” She said dreamily.

Shiloe chuckled and stood. “Alright, I won’t gain anything by staying here and hiding from Harry’s classes, and I don’t think he’d appreciate the lack of completed work under his name in the grade book.” He said, stretching.

“Have fun!” Godric called.

Shiloe shot him a droll look and left the room without another word.

‘FUCK, SHIT, AND DAMNATION!’ Was the only thought he had time to form before he crumpled to the floor, unconscious.