The Mind:

Harry Potter found himself floating in a dull, empty void. He reasoned that with the recent events, he was probably within his mind. On the edge of his mental periphery, there seemed to be a hazy wall that represented his body. As he delved deeper into his mind, he could feel a magical presence that seemed to linger in his body. It felt strong and regenerative.

It had to be that fantastic bird that appeared out of nowhere?

The bird didn't know it yet, but she was getting all the bacon strips in the fridge. The rest of the Dursleys could fuck off as far as Harry was concerned. Let them go on a diet for once. Perhaps the prospective hippopotamus (Dudley) could downsize to a pig instead? Harry then began to explore his mental mindscape. It seemed almost as if his body was being healed slowly but it was not ready yet. Perhaps he could poke around and see what was there?

Harry began to wonder what exactly made Harry….Harry.

Magic heeded his call and presented him with a little house that was totally in disrepair. The trees possessed many dried up branches and dead flowers. The house paint was a dull green, and it was flaking and falling off. The windows were dirty and shattered.

Truthfully, it represented more of a horror house than a home.

Harry was curious as to what the house contained, so he gingerly walked into the house. Upon arriving in the living room, there seemed to be a small library in the corner of the living room. The furniture was scattered, and the books were all over the floor. As he explored deeper, he discovered a kitchen that was filled with dirty dishes.

As he explored the house, he also found a cupboard that seemed similar to his place of residence in the physical world. Upon opening it, he was greeted with a semi-transparent mannequin that seemed to glow somewhat in particular places. It became quite obvious that this was a representation of his own body, as he could make out the bones being displayed under the gel-like skin. There were many red cracks scattered over the entirety of his body. Harry wondered if his general health was that terrible.

Apparently, it was stupendously awful.

He then took a external door to an rather empty looking area that seemed to be a shed. It was similar to the little work area that had been abandoned at the back of the Dursley home. The tools in the shed were rusty and scattered in unorganised piles. The shed also possessed flower pots and gardening utensils, which he found to be comforting.

Finally, he rentered the house and moved into a bedroom and saw many dusty picture frames that seemed to represent childhood memories. All of them seemed to be from the perspective of a baby and the people in his memories seemed rather large. Harry realised that these were his memories. He saw a rather shaggy looking man that almost reminded him of a wolf, holding and throwing him into the air, only to be caught safely. "Unca Moona" the baby babbled, or more accurately – he babbled. Harry's eyes then travelled to another broken picture frame, on the ground. This picture showed a rather philanderer looking man, with black hair and slightly gaunt features. He then spoke:

"You are going to a real ladies magnet. Commander Padfoot Supreme will teach you the ways of interacting with witches of loose morals!"

Harry bent over and exploded in a giggle, genuinely laughing for the first time in many years. There was so much kindness and love in the man's eyes. So much love. This was not his father, but it had to be an uncle? Or someone close to his family? He was clearly a troublemaker, but he seemed so lively! Harry realised that this man whoever he was, looked upon him as the centre of his world.

Another frame showed a young child accelerating at a dangerous velocity towards a fat, fluffy, ginger cat. The feline was seemed well-fed and had an easy-going life. The cat was now in for a nasty surprise as some type of handle was quickly approaching. Harry then witnessed a spectacular collision, before the cat complained "Reerrrrr – rera – ROOOOWWWW". Surprisingly after the fiasco, Harry noticed a small broom and an unsettled but concerned cat drooling over his face. He now wondered if he had flown on the broom - it looked like the broom could float and move on its own. Harry found this confusing, but after he considered that a 'lightning bird' had shown up and saved him, perhaps he could be open-minded? After all, there was some alternate place where unusual things could happen.

Harry continued to browse the dusty picture frames.

Another showed a stern-looking woman, holding him with so much joy. Her glasses and her general demeanour were imperious and absolutely no-nonsense. "I can't wait to teach him! Perhaps he will be a natural like James in my class!" she exclaimed, in a thick Scottish accent.

Other memories in the picture frames were of "Unca Moona" and "Commander Padfoot Supreme". Harry knew enough to understand that these were his father's friends. Even his mother seemed to like both of them, and she shared a particular soft sport with "Unca Moona" who always seemed tired and sick.

Harry, now moved by the clear amount of love he had grown up in as a mere babe began to will the house to be beautiful. It seemed that only his thoughts were to shape the environment. He was an expert at house maintenance thanks to the Dursleys. Surely, he could make this little space fantastic? He decided if there was no physical exertion to experience, he would truly go wild.

Suddenly, an idea occupied his mind. He could shape his mindscape to whatever he desired – He was not limited by the constructs of gravity. It did not seem that surfaces needed to be connected to the ground to be solid. Suspensor fields were common in Dune? The Hyperion Cantos talked about Farcasters being an integral part of the Hegemony of Man. The Lord of the Rings spoke of the beautiful dwellings of the Elves where the great powerful trees in Rivendell mixed seamlessly into mountainous architecture. The Halo Novels talked about cold but rugged forerunner alloys that could last for millions of years without corrosion or rusting - massive bridges were made from hard light and their architecture floated mid-air. What about those Orbital Plates that Rogal Dorn was so suspicious of in the Praetorian of Dorn Novel? Harry started drawing upon what he had read, eager to enjoy his unadulterated freedom.

Harry imagined his environment as a great orbital plate floating as a self-contained entity. Slowly the summer faded and it was replaced by a vista of the entire earth floating under his feet. He could see the curvature of the Earth and could see the majesty of the stars themselves as the environment settled into a comfortable orbit. Magic understood his intent and it provided him with the necessary details.

Harry then grew five separate tree-like dwellings that seemed almost as if the plants had been commanded to form structures that were fit for human habitation. These trees grew from the ground and separated the house into its constituent rooms. As the house was torn apart, a force field appeared and contained the items in each room. Upon seeing how effective the force fields were, he summoned hard light reinforcements to act as a foundation for the buildings. The hard light trusses were then honeycombed for maximum strength. Looking at the floor, he decided that he might as well make it enjoyable to look at. He opted for a crystal looking and partially transparent ground floor. He ran power conduits under the floor but leave them visible. Then a massive Gellar Field was summoned over the entire property in a great dome. This Gellar field attenuated the harsh raw sunlight and made the environment a cool warm orange tone. Clouds and a blue sky were summoned to give the property a lifelike appearance.

Harry loved the technological behemoth that he was constructing, but he was also a fan of nature. He summoned a waterfall and divided the water flow into many streams and rivers. On raised platforms, he summoned pockets of hexagons and uprooted the various trees as he replanted them. He summoned all the soil and placed them neatly in his raised gardens and grew a tastefully sculpted lawn. He looked upon the hard light trusses and found them rather beautiful and intimidating but devoid of character. He summoned vines to partially cover the hard light trusses and bloomed an entire wall of red roses.

As the scent of the roses filled the air, Harry went from plant to plant and inspected them. He pruned the trees where necessary and ensured that they were all positioned to receive ample water and sunlight. He considered the soil would need fertiliser and he summoned some, as he placed it at the root of each plant. Content with the environment, he decided to handle each module of his home, one at a time. He summoned a farcasting portal and commanded it to take him into his living room module. Then, he walked on through.

Upon arrival in his living room, Harry decided that he wanted a holographic alcove to serve as his library. He summoned a pedestal and then cascaded the room into a brilliant grey alloy. Then he thought about the power conduits rooted in the crystal floor outside and guided a smaller set of conduits into his room. As the smaller conduits grew from the base plate to the bottom of the room, the conduits distributed themselves by growing into the steel and the tree-like material, very much like blood vessels, slowly breathing life into the room. The old, cruddy windows were replaced with much larger force fields. While the windows had provided enough light, Harry continued to summon amenities. He made the entire top panel an illuminated surface and it proceeded to bathe the room in a cool blue light. Harry decided that the room should be ideally able to identify him and switch on the lights automatically. He also summoned a fluffy rug and inscribed the walls with beautiful geometric patterns.

Harry suddenly felt a bit tired. He considered the flipped furniture and the dilapidated couch. Harry decided that crystalline surfaces suspended by suspensor fields would do. He summoned a small table and chairs and arranged them in a manner that would entertain would a large family. He conjured a large comfortable armchair that was soft and comfortable, and he modified it to his liking. He left the cushions intact but replaced the bulk of it with suspensors. It looked homely and beautiful as it hovered mid-air. Contented and tired, he sat down to rest for a bit.

So apparently there was effort involved – not bodily fatigue but mental fatigue.

Harry decided he would not push himself too much. He had just survived two consecutive psychopaths and he could relax for a bit. Unbeknownst to Harry, the furniture was a representation of his magical core. As he sat down to rest, his magical core which had been shattered into many pieces, gently amalgamated into a singular entity.

It became something new – something that was free of the taint of the Dark Lord, something that embodied the Potter doctrine, and something that was now waiting to reunite with an old friend. It was a young magical core that possessed an occlumentic connection, and also a magical core that had been fighting its way out, as the boy had drawn upon his magic many times to survive.

Albus Dumbledore had bound the boy's magical core out of concern as Harry was unusually powerful. This had been done, to eliminate accidental magic occurring at the Dursleys. It would also serve to make him pliable and less arrogant than his father. Albus Dumbledore did not believe much in the idea of personal ambition – no, this was the idea that had caused the rise of Lord Voldemort? It was better to have a united group of wizards of the same ideology that were not too different from each other. This would ensure camaraderie, and keep them invested. Naturally, James, Sirius and Remus all bought into this idea. James had paid a high price for failing to honour his individuality, later on during the war.

The Potter House magic did not respect followers. And naturally, James Potter was sadly judged unworthy to wield it. Charlus had cut all communication with Dumbledore when the Gringotts ritual had failed. Charlus had continued to be the Head of House Potter until his death - the Death Eaters had stormed Potter Manor and killed Charlus and his wife. James had then become Lord Potter by default but had not been able to call the House magic forth. Albus Dumbledore had considered his idolisation by his students to be a necessary step so that talented wizards like James, Sirius and Remus would fight under his Order of the Phoenix vigilante group.

This binding of his magical core was one of the reasons Harry had to fight tooth and nail in his altercation against Lord Voldemort. With the repair to his magical core completed, Dumbledore's little trinket that had been linked to the young boy malfunctioned. The artefact had been created to monitor his health and it had not been charmed to consider the possibility of a magical core shattering and reforming, with a new magical signature. And so, the device demonstrated a rather muggle behaviour – it remained stuck on the last sensible reading that indicated Harry was of average magical potence but alive and growing. Throughout the harrowing ordeal that Harry experienced, Dumbledore had not been alerted. While the trinket had caused a racket in the Headmaster's Office, Dumbledore was not present. Fawkes, his phoenix noticed the object but had no idea what it did. After all, his partner owned many oddities.

So where was the Chief Warlock and Mugwump Supreme?

Albus Dumbledore was shopping at his local muggle grocery while the entire affair occurred. Mars Bars, Maltesers, Lemon Drops and high-quality Swiss chocolate were all in his odd-looking Hogwarts shopping basket. In Harry Potter's darkest hour, the great Albus Dumbledore was indisposed. He eventually returned to his office, and Fawkes would bring the device to his attention. He concluded nothing was wrong and resumed plotting how to manipulate the wizarding England once again, in the name of the 'greater good'.

As Harry's core became comfortable with its new existence, the magic in the power conduits within the crystal floor began to pulse, almost as if it was alive. It began to glow luminously and Harry soon figured out that the pulsing was tied to his heartbeat. As he sat down on his plushy armchair, he felt his throat slowly buzzing as if a repair was being done in the real world. Harry decided that for now he would convert the scattered books into files and place them within the holographic pedestal. He would review them later and build a personal database. Harry exited the living room module and suddenly thought about exiting the mindscape. A farcaster portal appeared in the living room module as it swirled with many shifting hues that resembled the pallet of colours he had come to associate with the Dursley kitchen. Harry decided that he was satisfied for now. He would come back into this space to continue building a place fit for a king. He then opened his eyes and found himself looking up at the oddly coloured ceiling and then the bird on his chest. When the bird had judged that the boy was now conscious, it alighted on the window.

The pain was still there and it was severe. Harry examined the hole in his hand that was now clotted. The muscles felt like they were being stitched together. His ribcage also seemed okay enough. He was sure based on what he had seen in his mindscape, that he was not fully healed, but at least he would walk, with acceptable levels of pain.

Harry wondered if he could manifest ideas, similar to what he had done in his mind.

Harry became excited. He had always wanted a bicycle and he was not allowed to touch Dudley's bicycle, even though the bison sized boy never rode the thing. Perhaps he could go for a ride sometime if he could summon a bicycle for himself, with his special powers?

He imagined a bicycle, and nothing materialised.

Harry was rather disappointed. Perhaps he could use his strange ability to do something more pragmatic. He considered that maybe he could dull the pain. As he thought about it, the pain was replaced by a cold sensation where he could feel pressure and touch, but not anything that would make him feel uncomfortable. He slowly stood in the same way his father had stood against 'the thing'.

Harry Potter was full of rebellion and defiance now.

As he held his back straight, with the knowledge that the Dursleys had lied about his parents, a cold fury overtook him. He looked upon the small but magnificent parrot-like bird perched on the window and then opened the fridge and take out the bacon. He placed a cast-iron skillet on the stove and cut the bacon strips in half, before frying them to perfection. The young phoenix perked up and realised that her partner-of-heart was going to reward her with something delectable. Harry for the first time, was finally able to eat something that he had always cooked but never partaken of for himself. In a little saucer, he placed the rest of the bacon strips, on the kitchen table. The small but tired phoenix jumped down merrily and began to eat. It seemed quite pleased, or at least so Harry thought. Harry wondered if the bird would drink orange juice. He poured some in a little bowl and the bird drank all of it, before chirping a sound that almost sounded like a 'delicious'.

"Ewe!"

"You are welcome!" Harry replied brightly, and the bird responded by giving him a slow deliberate blink.

Harry fried some eggs for himself and ate the remaining bacon with the eggs. He drank some Coca-Cola and ate some of Dudley's snacks, as he felt the rebellion coursing in his veins. For the first time, he felt very full. He began to wonder about what he had seen. Could the sticks that shot out 'stuff' be magical wands? Some wizards had wands did they not? Although, if Harry remembered correctly Gandalf preferred a trusty staff. Magic in some way existed but it was a dangerous world. After all, his parent's killer had almost terminated him, not too long ago.

Harry decided he would try to figure out more. But for now, why be a wizard when he could be a Jedi? Or how about having Bene Gesserit like power? Harry decided that Vernon Dursley would suffer both the Jedi mind trick and the Bene Gesserit voice. If he had magic and it existed, then it would work. If it did not work, Harry was sure the bird would protect him. Harry explained to the bird what he was about to do, and the bird nodded and took a watchful stance.

He realised that this bird had to be some type of magical bird? No way birds understood this much English.

Lady Hecate looked on as she dealt with many other touch and go cases around the galaxy and nodded. The phoenix was doing her job.