Padma sighed. "Well, too bad. I guess I have to build some safe place anyway. Want to help me clear a path through the kittens?"
Harry shook his head. "It took us thirty minutes to get through the puppy puddle, kitty canyon would take too long I am sure." He pushed various baby animals out of his lap. "I got to get going I guess." He looked longingly at the ocean of animals. "But I can come back some time, right?"
Harry decided to never talk about the inside of Hannah's mind. She was VERY grateful that he had fixed her core, if the statues meant anything.
It wouldn't have been so bad if she would just lay off the teasing when he blushed. Still, some part of him appreciated her attention. It felt good for someone to like being around him.
Still he found the city she created interesting. It was apparently based on her home town, but she couldn't quite remember it all... and it made it REALLY confusing. This ally came out of a window into a house that was actually a street...
Honestly it felt like her world was twisted into itself, as if all the exits were actually walls. Somehow he felt that it was much deeper though, like there were layers he just couldn't see.
It didn't help watching Hannah walk on the walls while he relaxed on a ceiling.
She kept pacing. "You can tell me, Harry. Do you think I am too weird? I mean, this is a bit much, right?"
Harry shrugged. "I find this interesting. I may copy the concept in my world somewhere, in fact." Seeing her disbelief he grinned. "Hey, don't forget who has a Snail HQ filled with vampire ducks."
He faded out of her world listening to her giggles.
Susan was sitting in what looked to Harry like a giant court room. She noticed him looking. "Ah, this place is part of the Ministry. My Aunt brought me here a few times, and I want to do that stuff one day. You know, bring people to justice and stuff." Harry relaxed in a seat, which oddly enough had the Potter Crest on it. "Well, you know I could be a cop or something... but I really want to help people. Maybe be a medic or something. Or whatever magical people call it."
Susan grinned. She seemed much more confident surrounded by this world. She quickly smashed a gavel on the table. "SO MOTE IT BE! Sir Harry of the Potters shall be a medic, thus says the court."
He grinned and stood, pointing at the judge. "OBJECTION!"
She stood and pointed back. "DENIED!"
He tried to point harder and stood on the edge of the next chair. "BACON!"
Her next phrase fell apart. "Wh... What?"
Both hands raised, he turned to the empty room like a boxing champion. "With a win by default, Bacon has defeated the challenger!" Susan tossed her gavel. "NOT FAIR!" She pointed to an empty witness bench. "The witnesses will disregard bacon as it was out of order!"
Harry crossed both arms, smug. "Bacon is never out of order."
Apparently Susan could make snowballs in her world. And was a dang fine shot.
Diving through a door marked with a purple S logo, Harry wiped snow off the back of his neck, even though his smile seemed a few miles wide. He had never had a snowball fight in a courtroom before, but he would need reinforcements next time.
He turned as he noticed Wisdom coming up from the lower floors. "So how goes their mental defense?"
Harry stared for a moment. "Oh, right. I may have been side tracked at some point." His hand waved, and a green sheet of threads appearing above each door with a new one showing in front of him. "Attention everyone: Wisdom kind of reminded me that we are suppose to be building protections and stuff, so people can't break into our minds. In case I forgot to mention it, each of your world has memories in them that you should either protect, hide, or whatever. You can also duplicate them, so I would suggest having a hidden safe room in case someone tries to alter, add, or mess with them. If you need me, just call for Jim. As long as our doors are active he can pass it onto me."
He heard a few statements close to "No problem Harry's" and one "Holy crap, baby flamingos" which he was pretty sure was Padma. Close enough.
Harry fell into a relaxing chair, accepting a cup of tea from Wisdom. It was a memory, but a dang good one really. "So, what do you suggest for defense? Is the bubble collection enough for now?"
The silence felt a bit much. He looked up at her, seeing her biting her lip.
With a sigh, he put the tea to the side. "Relax Wisdom. Any suggestion you give I will at least think about."
She sat down next to him, watching the doors. Her hands were rubbing each other as if she wasn't sure what to do with them. "Well, I think we need to create another aspect."
Wisdom glanced at the boy, seeing him also watching the doors. Eventually he spoke, not looking at her. "I assume this one would be... darker than yourself and Jim?"
She nodded. "You have been... repressing. The lake of emotions has helped a lot, but all the little things have been held back for too long. Righteous anger over that bastards actions, hatred for your past, all the obvious stuff you would expect... but also the simple things. When Vernon looks at you like you are less than others, when other children shunned you for your intelligence, even stuff like when you were bumped into on the street and they didn't apologize."
She passed Harry a thin booklet. "Here are my reasons why I think you should make an avatar of your aggression."
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