Eidetic Renovations:
Harry remembered the stillness later that night and wondered how he could get back into his mind-house. It certainly was not an affair where one could merely blink, and it would occur. After almost half an hour of staring cluelessly at the roof with no success, he decided to emulate the conditions that put him in that place, during his initial altercation. He laid flat on his mattress and relaxed. He closed his eyes and thought about the opposite of being aware. He would not hear, see and not feel. He began to take deep breaths – a technique that he had used to cope with many of Vernon's beatings while drawing upon his magic. Very slowly he detached and found himself in his mental void. He thought about his little kingdom and he found himself transported into little his little piece of heaven, that was in orbit above the planet.
He walked around and considered how satisfied he was with the first module. The room pulsed with life and his flowers had become beautiful and vibrant. He would continue to use the same components as he made further modifications, as the recipe seemed to work well. He decided that rest of the rooms would utilize the same patterns and characteristics as his main library. He manifested the Forerunner alloy mixed in with wood from the trees. Then, he branched the main power cables, weaving the conduits into the material. He used the existing farcaster that stood outside to take him to his library. When he arrived at his library, he paid no heed to anything. He summoned a farcaster to take him to the kitchen module and he continued to walk.
When he arrived at the kitchen, he had a look at the area and decided it needed a lot of work. The kitchen seemed to be old fashioned. It was decades old and with an antiquated look. He found the dirt, grime and the old wood contrasted badly with his techno-organic constructs. He decided he wanted an all stainless steel look. He replaced the dated wooden shelves with floating, illuminated suspensor styled racks. He quickly cleaned all the cups. Then, he looked at the plates and found them to be rather dated. He went on to change the dishes into something more modern.
Except, the dishes would not change. They seemed to resist his magic – they didn't belong. Harry inspected the dishes and they seemed to be engraved with some text. He felt it with his fingers and observed the following:
"Whool's Orphanage – Est. 1930."
Harry thought back to where he had seen this phrase and it hit him like a truckload of bricks: The dishes were not his own. This was a memory of the "Lord Voldemort". Harry thought about this carefully. Perhaps something had rubbed off? Harry decided that he would vault this room as it was not useful to him right now. He organised everything neatly, cleaned the grime and dirt off the plates and made the room look beautiful. He removed all the forcefield windows and then eliminated any farcaster portals to the room. He made a doorway and spawned a suspensor plate to take him to the floor. Once outside he sealed the entrance and installed voice, handprint and ocular biometric locks on a floating pedestal.
Lord Voldemort had a history and Whool's Orphanage was the origin story of this enigmatic figure. Even in death, the creature's information would be made to serve his goals.
Harry then re-entered his main library and saw that some new books were on his floor. He considered this rather odd and took a closer look. Upon examining the books, it seemed the content was similar to his homework. Then it clicked.
This library contained memories of the scholastic things he had learnt. He converted the books into files and began to organise them into something that would resemble a database. The unnamed files broke up into subject categories and subject topics. Considering that he had found books on the floor, he created buttons to Create, Read, Update and Delete files. Hopefully, his mind would place the newly learnt knowledge directly into the holographic interface instead of books.
Perhaps reading "Computers for Dummies" had been not a bad idea. Harry found himself pleased, as his magic seemed capable of filling in a lot of the ideas that he only partially understood, in many of the Science Fiction novels that he had read. He then reassigned the kitchen farcaster to lead to the cupboard. Upon arrival, he found the mannequin still there, although it was lying flat on the ground. Perhaps changing the structure of the room had disorganised everything. Harry vanished the mannequin and summoned a pedestal that projected a holographic image of his body. He imagined a systematic breakdown of all his injuries, reminiscent of holographic interfaces that would belong to a science fiction movie. His magic provided an entire breakdown of every injury, accompanied by the correct medical names and the suggested time for complete recovery. Most of them were within four years. But the skeletal issues? Some were listed at twenty-five years. Others read permanent damage.
He also saw a secondary display come up. This display showed his magical core and its current capacity. Also was a nutritional target in calories that he was supposed to meet to sustain his body. Harry was only at thirty per cent of his recommended intake. A neural pain shunt and a foreign enzyme were seen as active. The enzyme was blue coloured, and Harry guessed that his bird was responsible. Finally, his entire chest had a strange, slanted Z in the shape of his old scar present. It seemed to be connected to his entire being. The item was labelled "Maternal Blood Protection Ritual."
Contented that he had done enough work, he left the room and exit his mindscape through the exit farcaster. Harry awoke in his bed and his mind felt clear and razor-sharp. He decided that it was time to sleep and tomorrow he would have a good day at school, especially after he gave his new favourite teacher a bouquet of flowers.