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Instead, she was interested in the fact Harry had imagined real monsters into being to defend his mind.
"The outer thoughts I don't mind people finding make up the shield, or right below the shield anyway," Harry said, haltingly as he tried to describe what he was talking about. "But if someone gets past them, pushes through my outer defenses to the real mindscape, then they are attacked as they come down towards the ground. And, the organization of my memories is randomized. The only way someone can find a single one they might be searching for is if they have me with them at the time."
"I'll start doing that too," Aayla said with a firm nod. "Randomize my memories, or just use an organization method that's only for me. That's a great idea Harry! But these monsters, show me one."
Harry did so, moving around a pile of light and dark mixed crystals, while Aayla wondered about those but did not reach out to touch them. Not yet. Harry was trusting her a lot to let her in like this. She wouldn't abuse his trust by diving into his memories without permission.
"That, that's a Lylek!" Aayla said stopping in her tracks and backing away, an instinctual fear for the monster in front of her taking her breath away for a moment. Or it would've taken her breath away, if she was currently breathing.
"Yeah I know," Harry said chuckling a little at her response. "Trust me, it made an impression on me too. A few of the other monsters I've conjured up from what Mum remembered of monsters back on my own world, but this one I actually saw so I've got a few of the bloody things around here."
Aayla nodded and for a time the two of them went around, looking at the monsters Harry had conjured into being. Only two of them, the wampa and the Lylek looked real to Aayla's mind though, there were just some little things about the others that didn't match where Harry's imagination hadn't been able to recreate it exactly. After a little while though, Aayla began to look at the crystals around them again, her curiosity evident especially when she saw those memories that were mixed in nature. The largest crystal of that type in particular called to her attention.
Harry saw this and frowned, before nodding his head. It would only be fair. "Um do you, that is, I saw one of your memories, so…"
"Um yes, but, but that is only if you want me to?" Aayla hesitantly replied.
"It's fine, and that one, that memory is one of the more important ones around here, while at the same time not being all that painful." Harry replied, running one hand through his hair distractedly, before reaching out and taking Aayla's hand squeezing it once before leading over toward the memory crystal which had grabbed Aayla's attention.
At his nod, Aayla reached forward and touched the memory in front of them, and found herself in Harry's body as he went through his apparition accident. She snarled and her hands bent like claws as she watched the bullies chase Harry down the street. She smiled as he did his popping trick to get away, only to gasp anew as she saw what he had done to himself.
She remained silent as the men appeared and began to heal his hand then frowned again at the ancient looking human with the monstrous beard and the strangely twinkling eyes. Then she growled as the man seemed to wave a stick and suddenly the memory paused shimmering into nothingness. "What the heck…"
"You've heard my mom talk about how people back home used focuses right?" Harry waited until Aayla nodded, then went on. "Well, that old man, Dumbledore, and these others used their wands to cast spells. Mum told me he cast some kind of spell which blocked me from seeing this memory. It opened up after... well, you had your master, I had the Dursleys."
Aayla growled again, pulling Harry into a fierce one armed hug. In a deliberate attempt to change the subject, she asked him to replay the memory so they could watch how the wizards healed his hand more closely.
"I like this one," she said aloud as the memory resumed from that point, pointing. "The one who looked angry at the old man. His accent's funny for some reason."
"I think he's Scottish." Harry said thoughtfully. "And I kind of liked him too. I would've liked to see what he'd have done to the Dursleys."
"I don't think they would've liked it." Aayla said coldly. "I don't think they'd like what I'd do to them. Among my people slavery's normal, but among yours it wasn't normal, they weren't normal no matter how much they said the words!"
Blinking, Harry realized Aayla was getting more out of being in his mind then he had thought possible without actually diving into his memories. Odd, but he was okay with that for some reason, since he had been able to see a bit more of Aayla a time or two in her mind before this.
After a moment they found themselves back in Harry's mind, and Aayla looked at him thoughtfully. "Scottish?"
"I guess you could say like it's a clan I suppose." Harry pictured a Scotsman from the movie Highlander in his mind, the image hovering between them.
Aayla looked at it quizzically. "Why are they wearing skirts that look like those ugly sweaters I've seen on a few humans a time or two?"
"I don't know," Harry said thoughtfully looking at the image. "I don't know if they even do that any longer, this image was from a movie set a few hundred years ago."
"It would be kind of strange." Aayla said diplomatically. "Isn't there a word in Galactic Standard for boys who dress up like girls?"
"I don't think it's the same thing," Harry said, frowning. "But maybe I'm wrong, I only saw a single scene from that movie before the Dursleys ordered me into my cupboard."
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