He smiled, holding the document for a moment before placing it aside. "I trust you, Wisdom. I mean, who else can I believe than myself? And if I think I need an outlet for my... darker side, then so be it." His face took a firmer stance. "Where should he stay? He would not enjoy being here, surrounded by the light." She shrugged. "He can visit of course, but I thought he could live in the outer realm, the fog where the world bubbles float. That way he could help defend you before anyone has a chance to even look inside one of the crystals."
Harry sighed. "Well, I know that I grow weary of keeping on alert. Since the attack I have been... edgy."
Wisdom nodded. "Jim and I noticed. We thought you may find more inner peace by giving your anger a way to converse."
His eyes dimmed before he turned to her. "Well, we don't need to use Voldemort's darkness for this. I have plenty of my own."
He stood in a large stone circle with a sand floor. Surrounding the circle was the majority of the Duck Avengers, Jim, and Wisdom.
In a large pile were copies of the worst of Harry's memories. Eight years of abuse, of pain. On top like some sort of sick topping, were all the slights, the newest stuff, even the nasty words of Draco Malfoy.
Harry was dressed in all black as he raised his arms. With a deep shudder, he began to wrap all the memories with thick ropes of green light.
PAIN.
THOUSANDS, no more... every memory. Bones were breaking, skin was tearing, his blood was boiling.
He began to release more. His determination to not let this rule him. His fear of what he could become. His pride of how he had improved his situation.
And his Rage. The feeling of pure red anger, especially the night he found out who had taken his first loved ones away, away before he even had a chance to love them.
Tears of blood joined his hands as black mist began covering the pile. Revenge, even some dark desires for power. Harry let them all out, pushed them and accepted it... this was HIS dark side, the parts that he had never wanted to accept, never wanted to admit lived in his heart.
He felt Wisdom press her hand on his right shoulder. He took comfort even as he cried harder, pushing loneliness into his pain, along with a small amount of his desire for love.
As he came to, he saw black shoes.
Taller than Harry, skin taunt as he loomed. The man before Harry seemed to be dying of hunger, each bone pressing to be free. His shirt was a fine black silk, his pants slick and dark as night, and around his neck was a bright green necktie.
But more important than all of this was his eyes. Deep inside his thin face were two empty black expanses. Deep inside the darkness of those eyes were two embers of bright green. His face was flat. Not a snarl, no fangs showing. Almost unemotional, as long as you didn't look into his eyes.
His hand reached toward the boy. "Now now, young sir. We are not one to lie in the soil."
Harry gripped the hand without pause and raised himself, as the skeleton-like figure began to tidy Harrys clothing.
Wisdom paused before putting on a smile and holding out her hand. "Hello! I am Wisdom, Harry's love of learning. What is your name?"
The man raised himself to his full height before lightly gripping her hand, bending, and kissing her knuckles. "Lovely to meet you miss. You may call me Wrath." He waved his hand, and dark ropes, so dark they almost looked striped with black, provided two elegant chairs and a table.
Harry took a seat while Wrath stood behind it. Harry looked at Wisdom. "Wrath has always been there when I needed him. It is why I wanted to have a different profession really."
Wrath nodded as he reached forward to provide Wisdom with a dark liquid in a crystal tea cup. "Indeed. Master Harry and I have been together for years, and although we may have a less... active relationship in the future I have no doubt I will be of service in the future."
Wisdom tasted the liquid... it was a strange thing, not a memory of tea she knew. At her raised eyebrow Wrath gave a small smirk. "I may have made my own blend of the Master's favorite teas. It may not exist in the waking world, but it has always been one of my favorites."
She almost choked on her drink. "Always? How long have you been here?"
His eyes, mere pin pricks of light, seemed to smile. "My name may change, but anger has been here for a very long time. Although I must say it is very nice to have companionship now."
Somehow Wisdom knew he was not just talking about her and Jim. Harry's friendships may have prevented something terrible, by allowing Wrath to find some sort of peace.
Jim walked up to the table and nodded to Wrath, who returned it. The duck began drinking out of a third cup.
Harry looked toward the sky. "Wrath, would you mind guarding the outer realm? The darkness where my worlds fly?"
Wrath straightened his tie somehow and stood straighter. "Of course my Master. It would be an Honor."
Harry finished his tea, placing it on the table. "Will you need a new weapon?"
Wrath's right arm became covered in pitch black ropes that spun like a drill. His face though showed no expression. "No sir, our favorite will be fine."
Harry nodded as the tall man faded away, to assume duties in the dark. Turning to Wisdom, his face seemed somehow to be less tense, like he had finally placed something down that he had been lifting for a long time. "Well Wisdom, what shall we read today? I believe Jim has training to do and our friends are still busy in their own worlds."
She absently passed over a memory about some of the more common household spells as she tried to calm down. Wrath had a presence that sort of insisted everyone notice him, even when he was silent.
Harry patted her hand as he took the book. There was a reason he rarely introduced people to his darker side. Right now though was a good time, and as he reviewed information about dusting charms he found he was beginning to look forward to seeing what his friends would create in their mental worlds.
Hermione was working on the fourth floor of her book castle when she felt a shudder run through her world.
Her hands paused as the massive books paused in their dance, her mind somehow searching for the cause... Harry had dropped the power he was providing for a few seconds. She felt a touch of concern.
She knew he was opening power to all five of his friends at the same time while they built their defenses, but she hadn't even considered that Harry may have problems with this. He just seemed to flow with energy.
She turned to a crane. This one had worked with her more than the others and seemed to be rapidly gaining intelligence. She assumed it was like Jim, the more she worked with it the more ability it would gain. "Excuse me, I will be right back. Could you get the others to help organize these blocks for the next level?"
The bird had never talked, and Hermione wasn't sure paper could. But it did nod and begin moving smaller books away from the construction site, so she assumed the idea got through.
She went to where Harry had been and knocked on the black door with a green H on it. After a moment it opened, and Hermione could see Wisdom poking her head around. "Hello Hermione, everything going fine?"
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