Ch.13

A/n I tried reformatting the chapter to make it a little easier to read I hope it helps. Thanks for the reviews, and tips Mad Mogg Iesbas, and Ranger Dragen.

To say that Harry's mindscape was weird would be an understatement, first of all while most people would build something simple like a library with books or something but just as she'd come to expect from Harry he was a major exception. He had constructed a very large manor house on a giant plot of land. The manor was surrounded by a densely populated forest, the ancient trees were giant and foreboding. Tonks had appeared at the front entryway of the manor but decided to scout around the large house first, far off in the distance she saw some stables and farther out what looked like a small rundown cottage.

Nothing else sparked her interest except that it was only sunny around the edges of the property but almost no light entered the property, it was dark and gloomy with a light rain that was steadily increasing. The torrent of rain picked up so she decided that she needed to get inside the house before she was thoroughly soaked.

When she reached the door she noticed that their was no handle or any other means of opening the door, in her opinion it was a rather weak defense but knowing that everything was completely different when concerning Harry. She decided to take out her wand just in case something jumped out at her. She tried Alohamora, nothing, a blasting hex, bludgeoning curse, noting was working with a frustrated sigh she put her head on the door inadvertently knocking, and fell flat on her face when it opened.

That was the funniest thing that she had ever heard of. To open the door one simply had to knock and then they were admitted entrance to the manor. it took manners to enter the manor.

"Leave it to Harry to be a smart ass and leave the door unlocked, barely any wizard would think of knocking before just pushing the door open. No pureblood would want to use their own hands to do it,' she hoped the whole house wasn't like this otherwise Voldie would tear his mind apart. She entered a long dark entryway that looked a lot like Grimmauld place even the troll umbrella stand was there, which she tripped over. She walked and walked but stayed inside the hallway, it went on forever, another one, she thought and turned to open one of the doors. She stepped through he door, surprised when she ended up back at the beginning of the hall.

She walked and tripped past the troll leg a dozen times before she had tried all the doors. The last one she tried was the first in the hallway and the door that led to another room in the manor, a kitchen but everything looked clean and not at all like Grimmauld place more like the one at the Dursley's. Looking around there were no doors only a few windows, out one a pristine garden, only because she knew oh Harry's past did she know that it was his garden the one he weeded and planted and watered. Looking around everything seem in its place but then she noticed something odd in the dining room. Four plates were set at the table not three, that was it. Tonks walked up and touched all four plates nothing happened, she was so sure how could it not have been that, wait that must be it, she picked up one of the plates and put it back in the cabinet.

The cabinet started to glow and shake expanding outward. In matter of minutes the cabinet had completely reconfigured in to a door appeared leading to another room. She couldn't see what was through the new doorway, the next part of the manor was blocked form her view. The next room was another hallway this the one to the living room of the Dursley's home, again everything was in perfect place all the pictures of Dudley and Vernon littering the walls with a few of Harry's aunt but like in real life none of Harry.

This one had her stumped so she went and sat on the couch, she looked around still wondering what the next key could be. When she looked at the table next to the couch a small picture of two little girls smiling at the camera. One was really skinny and a brunette the other was a pretty little red head with bright green eyes, Harry's eyes. That was it, Harry's Aunt Petunia would never allow a picture of Lilly and even if she wanted to Vernon most likely wouldn't let the little freak's mother be displayed out in the open. It really amazed her how much thought that Harry had put into it because if you didn't now about Harry's life then you couldn't solve the puzzles, she wondered how many more little things were left. She picked up the picture and an outline of the next door formed out of the fireplace. the Fireplace reshaped, the bricks shuffling around very similar to the entrance to Diagon Alley.

The next door led to the stair case which spiraled upstairs, like the turret of a castle. She walked upstairs and knocked on Harry's room nothing so she tried the door, locked. Well the most likely place for a key was Harry's cupboard so she headed down, under the mattress she found a single headless soldier wrapped up in an old sock. That had to be it, it was the only thing in the cupboard so she walked up to Harry's bedroom door and put it on the floor and tapped it with her wand immediately it walked to the door and pushed it open. The doorway opened to reveal an empty room, no signs of Harry at all nothing. The little bed in the corner was the only thing that gave any clue that another person had ever lived in the room.

She walked over to it and sat down, where would the door to the next room be? Had Harry said anything about his room, she knew that there was something he had to hide his wand and schoolwork somewhere, where was it. Tonks stood up and walked the perimeter of the room looking for anything out of place, it had to be something small because she noticed the clues got harder and harder to solve each time. To get this far she had to have intimate knowledge or Harry's family life. Only a few had such knowledge. It would be near impossible for someone that didn't know Harry to get this far past his odd defense.

Shit, she couldn't come up with it so she walked back to the bed to sit and think. Looking around had gotten her nothing, what was she going to do. She stood up deciding to look downstairs for another clue when a board squeaked under her foot. Wait that was the clue, he had hid all of his magical items under a floorboard by his bed. Tonks pulled the board up and dug around in the dark space until she felt something cold, cold long and thick. What the hell she thought as she pulled the unknown object up and out of Harry's Hide-a-Hole. She looked down into her hadn't and saw a large black snake that started hissing at her, she screamed and threw the serpent at the wall which opened up and allowed her to finally enter the manor, she was tired of the Dursley's home anyway.

She looked down the corner of the hallway, great more doors, she said as she saw looks of doors lining a hallway. She opened the first door and immediately closed it, the swirling colors and psychedelics in that room made her think of things she didn't want to think about. her brain went into sensory overload, to much audiovisual input. So she walked to the next door and opened it, a bathroom, yep a bathroom just a plain bathroom. The next door opened to a world of black and white, she felt weird only being able to see grey she loved color. This dull and boring room made her want to cry. She looked at the hallway and saw light coming from a room under the door and decided to check it.

When she opened it she immediately wanted to close it, she never need to see Dudley and Vernon doing those things again that was just disgusting and in front of Mrs. Black's portrait that was screaming about mudbloods no less too. Eww. The acts they were committing were so scarring when she found Harry she was going to make him obliviate that nastiness from her memory. She could only hope that Harry had invented the things going on and that he wasn't using real memory's to fuel this torture. It was a good thing she had found that bathroom because she needed a place to throw up, that sneaky bastard, he that's why he put a pristine bathroom not so randomly in his house conviently next to the nasty room.

Almost all of the doors tried now she went to the last door and found out it was just another closet, a broom closet, where the hell was she supposed to go to now. She smiled leave it to Harry, hidden amongst the muggle cleaning supplies and brooms and mops was one Nimbus 2000 exactly like Harry's old one. Then remembering where the only window was she laughed again. The nastiness that just thinking about made her gag again. He wanted them to go to the bathroom, so the clue would be thrown in their face but no one would notice that there was no going back once you entered the house. He had you trapped, the manor was just a decoy she thought, as she smirked and flew to the rundown little cottage she saw on the outskirts of his mindscape.

She was going to look in on the stables but saw a thestral tied up behind them and rethought that, obviously the stable represented the place where he kept his multiple animagus forms. As she grew closer to the little house she thought about how clever Harry had been in making the house barely visible, but the decoy manor so obvious and imposing that anyone would over look the little rundown building on the outskirts and a repository for bad memories.

She was getting closer she could almost feel him, when she got within one hundred feet she was knocked off her broom so she figured she had to walk the rest of the way. And one hundred feet was pretty far for some one you had just been knocked off a broom at about fifty feet in the air. As she stepped up to the door she noticed that the door was locked from the outside? Why would you lock the door from the outside with your own mind inside. Unless this is where he kept all him knowledge ad he was forced to stay in here until it was sorted, that seemed unlikely.

She turned the first lock, and then the second lock but the first relocked it self, lets see five in total and the second turned the first so she tried the others,

The third turned the fifth,

The second turned the first,

The first turned the fourth,

The fourth turned the third,

The fifth turned the second,

So she sat and thought about how to do this.

She turned, the second first, then the fourth, then the third, then she was stuck and tried the first but the fourth turned, damn so she started over.

This time she turned the second again, then the fourth, then the third, but again she had to choose, fifth lock and turn the second back screwing it up, or try turning the first again, which would turn the fourth.

If only she could turn them at the same time, wait why didn't she there were no rules, so she did and the door slowly moved inward allowing her into the cottage before it quickly slammed closed. When she looked forward it was to another door which she opened to reveal another door and another and another, and this keep going until she lost count at ten thousand doors. What the hell was this a test of patience how many doors can you last. No, it ha dot be something simple that she had overlooked, it seemed Harry liked to make people feel stupid so obvious and muggle because it poked fun at any wizards. Huh, what could it be she had tried unlocking charms looking for keys in the little space she was given but the little entryway was sealed and barren nothing available. Trying to think what muggle do before a door opens to them. This one was tough what the hell could it be she had tried open sesame but nothing but another door with nothing else left to try she knocked on the door and hoped that that was it.

Turned out she was right a knock was all that was required to gain entry, what person invading another's mind would think to knock, she chuckled Harry had to help her make a maze when they finished with this whole power thing that had taken up most of her time. She entered another slightly larger half way and looked around, nothing to see, just an empty room, what the hell. So she reopened the door she came through to reveal a completely different passage than the one she left, puzzled she look around and noticed that the only other door was on the ceiling. Yep that's right, on the ceiling so she conjured a ladder and started to climb but once she reached the top the ceiling grew to make the door even farther away, so she did the first thing that came to mind, she jumped for the door. The room spun as she ended up laying across the door she had jumped up to. Only to have to roll away to avoid the ladder that she had conjured from falling of the now ceiling former floor. She opened the trap door and dropped through only to land on her back as the room turned out to be right side up.

She was finally there, in an extremely large room twice the size of the Hogwarts library lined with books each on a different subject each represent different knowledge that Harry had gained or acquired. In the middle of the room next to a half built shelf, a pile of wood, hammer, and nails was a dark haired young man sleeping troubled by nightmares of some kind.

She walked to him stroked his cheek and then she nudged his shoulder and said, "Harry."

A/n I have an original fiction I wrote on fictionpress the link doesn't really work but if you copy and paste it the link comes up.

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