A quick rope to the brain and he was back in his second home.
Harry fell back into the soft grass, watching the clouds bumble along. Now that he had it all organized again, he could really enjoy the soft breeze filled with the scent of lily flowers.
He had choices to make, eventually. Harry's mind drifted, watching the clouds of his thoughts swirl. Every once in a while, a whole cable of green light would leap from his chest and pull down whichever cloud he was staring at. Random clouds, images that had no great low or high. Some leaves falling on a car, a rabbit hopping away through a fence, and other random events he enjoyed floating through the sky.
What to do next?
His eyes drifted to the lake. It still sparkled and sung to his senses, but it felt so simple. No trees existed here, no buildings, no rocks. The lake was huge now, fading away into the distance, but it was so basic.
Harry paused, then stood up and walked down into the white corridor. The wood walls passed until he opened a random section of the wall, showing a pulsing green hall. He had found that taking his happiest memories, the sweetest thoughts, and storing them together brought him peace. He had then wrapped the corridor with his light, infusing the very walls with his pure green so the pulse would make it all feel more alive, and he had felt the improvement of his control and ability when this emerald room surrounded his joy and pride.
Pausing down the hall, he looked on a glass pedestal and saw the glass snow-globe on top. Unlike the ones he buried in the hell under the stairs, each of THESE snow-globes was a perfect sphere, with the joyful cloud and its golden edge floating in the middle. The sphere was held up by golden wire on top of the glass pedestal, and this one was just what he wanted.
He hesitated to move it though. He really liked this memory, even if it had nothing to do with him or his new found family. Placing it somewhere unsafe worried him. Reaching out, a green rope lifted the globe.
A bright flash blinded Harry for a moment. Clearing his eyes he saw that there were now TWO globes! Quickly checking that each one was identical, he grinned and started humming as he took the copy out of his secure green hall. On the way back he paused on the white wood stairs, and looked toward the hell hole.
Stepping into the hell under the stairs, Harry quickly found the most recent memory of the beating that had started this chain of events. With a grim stare he pulled at the memory, a new snow-globe with twinges of black appearing in the grip of his rope.
Harry swept his way upstairs, and sat next to the lake. With a tiny smile he surrounded the glass sphere of happiness and freed it using the most delicate threads he controlled. Cradling the floating cloud before it could escape, he watched it again just for the feelings.
Inside was the first time he had ever seen a baby duck.
Gently wrapping the cloud entirely with his threads, he tried to shape it as softly as possible. When he felt a kick from the threads, his whole face cracked into a smile as he opened the cocoon.
The tiniest baby duck was now cradled by the threads, blinking blindly as it looked around the world. Each feather had the golden edge that the cloud had possessed, but its tiny eyes were the same bright green as his threads.
Thankfully no one was around to hear the giggly noises Harry Potter may or may not have made.
Becoming more serious, Harry focused on the bad memory. He wrapped it firmly in cords, crushing the glass and cloud even further. When finished he had teeny tiny vampire teeth. He reached down and gently pushed the teeth into the mouth of the duck, and touched both with the green thread.
To say the duck was surprised was an understatement. It was making tiny noises and running in a circle, although it seemed more shocked at the change and not in any apparent pain. As it calmed down, it turned to look up at the giant creature that had created it.
Harry smiled at the tiny thing and sat down cross-legged. He leaned forward, "Hey there little guy."
The duck almost fell over from the sound of a voice. Harry realized he had not talked in some time, and his voice sounded odd now that much of the dietary damage had been healed.
He chuckled "Sorry little one, I won't hurt you. In fact, I want to give you a job."
Tiny duck eyes blinked up at the large one. In the strongest voice possible, it bravely spoke.
"Quack."
Harry stared at the duck. Well, honestly, what had he expected? Gathering himself, he decided a yes/no approach would be less stressful. "All right, let's try and get this straight. Can you understand me?"
A fierce nod from the tiny warrior, "Quack."
He paused again. "Uh... good." He shook his head and decided continue. "I have given you one of the worst memories I have that doesn't actually involve Voldemort. If someone comes in here and tries to cause problems, I want you to bite them. Ok?"
The tiny duck nodded again, but brought up a good point. "Quack?"
Harry nodded, "Yeah, it doesn't seem likely, but unlikely stuff seems attracted to me. I am actually considering duplicating you like I did the memories downstairs. Does that sound ok to you?"
The feathered defender seemed to consider this. Actually, Harry was starting to get a little disturbed at how intelligent this random memory appeared to be at this point. The duck seemed to have come to a decision though. "Quack. Quack? Quack?"
Harry was a bit surprised. "Honestly, I don't know how many. No idea on the name either, what do you think?"
The duck waddled back and forth like a drill instructor. It eventually turned back to the large being. "Quack. Quack."
Harry shrugged. "Well, thirty sounds fine to me. Not sure if I love the idea of 'Duck Avengers', but whatever floats your duck."
The duck tilted its head. "Quack?"
He thought. "Well, I guess you should have a name or something, if you are going to lead the Duck Avengers. What are you avenging anyway? You should eat bread and stuff. I just wanted something in the pond honestly, the whole vampire teeth was a last minute thing." The duck shrugged its shoulders... did ducks HAVE shoulders? "Quack."
Harry sighed. "Fine, you will be Jim. Just don't bite everyone, ok? I think that those teeth will force someone to experience the entire memory with each bite."
Jim nodded and waited. Harry pushed rope after rope forward, pulling Jim and creating dozens of duplicate feathery warriors of the pond. After reaching 30, Jim of the Duck Avengers began to organize his minions.
Harry raised his hand, and several ducks turned. "Hey, am I needed for anything else? Do you need a place to sleep or food or whatever?"
Jim paused and looked back at Harry. "Quack?"
Harry considered the ethical issues. "If I make snails, will they be as intelligent as you? I am not sure I could handle creating a sentient species to be fed upon." Jim shrugged and waved a wing. "Quack. Quack."
He sighed. "Fine, I guess as long as I don't use a memory it should not be an issue. As far as I know, none of the bottles I made are alive." He paused, considering that... no, that line of thought could lead to madness. Better stay with snail creation for the Duck Avengers.
Harry frowned. Maybe he should double check the damage here in his mind more closely. Something about this felt very silly. Still, this doesn't necessarily mean anything bad. He had never really had a chance to be silly when younger, so why not?
Waving his hand, he pulled some of the liquid warmth from the lake with his ropes and molded a tiny golden snail. Unlike his ropes, this shouldn't blend with the lake if they wandered into it, and it probably would improve the taste. Ugh, snail taste. Some quick duplication and there were now hundreds of tiny golden snails in and around the lake. Oops, now there were a few less. Those ducks could move pretty quick.