Hey everyone,
Well, we officially entered into uncharted territory. That is to say, this is the first chapter that has yet to have been pre-written. For those of you not in the know, this story came from my Ao3 account – which no longer exists – and so all the chapters before this one come from there as well. This one however is totally new.
Let's explore,

Venquine1990


Chapter 20
Settling Down My Heart

Harry's POV

I have no idea where I am, yet I truly want to worry, if only because of the fact that I don't feel worry, fear, anger or any other emotion. It feels as if my heart has just shut down on one of its most vital functions, making me able to feel it beat within me, yet being unable to feel any emotion, even while in this crazy place.
The place itself is beyond crazy as it allows me to float without me having to have cast any magic or use my Firebolt, yet while I am afloat, do I feel strangely detached from the craziness that is the space around me which is nothing but all kinds of colors that mesh and blend together without any sense, bit of logic or proper order.
Waves of blue mash with splashes of green which are cut at several places thanks to blotches of red, which slowly lighten to large spaces of yellow and orange and all these colors are all around me, surrounding me and making me feel as if I have been captured into some crazy ass wand painting of an underappreciated artist or something.

"Heck, even Fred and George wouldn't be able to think of something this crazy." Goes through my head as I try to make sense of my surroundings, yet as my thoughts turn to the two, do my eyes widen as several spots around me – the pink, the red, the soft yellow and the blue – actually start to glow as if recognizing my thought.
I look at all four colors in shock and then whisper: "Was that – a response to what I thought?" And as I wonder this, do the colors lose their shine, yet the orange suddenly brightens and my eyes widen as I whisper: "Wait, these colors. They're – my emotions." And as I realize this does a large line of white turn almost silver with brightness.

Instantly I turn thoughtful, a small smile crossing my face as I see the dark blue splotches that are around turn brighter slightly and as I smile does the brightness also cross over to the yellow and I mutter: "So, yellow represents my happiness, dark blue is my curiosity, orange is my shock and white is – my intelligence?"
And while I ask this, do I again see the whiteness turn brighter and I say: "I guess that's true. Okay, so when I thought of Fred and George, the pink, red, soft yellow and soft blue lit up. The yellow is my happiness, the pink is probably my love – either that or the red, which can also be my friendship. That leaves the blue as my – trust?"
And with that do I focus on a time where I had to trust on others and as I think of this, do I indeed see the dark blue turn brighter and I nod and think: "That does make sense. As my mates, it does stand to reason that I love them, care for them as friends, trust them and have fun with them. Wait, what just happened there?"

I ask in shock as several blotches of the four colors actually moved through the crazy space around me and then moved together in a perfectly mixed swirling mix of the four colors, the mix looking like a gorgeously intricate whirlpool or hurricane that has been drawn onto some kind of canvas by someone like Da Vinci or Rembrandt.
I look at the mix in shock, but then look around me again and think: "Is this another part of the whole Emotionally Overrun Stage that dad told me about? Is this all happening inside my own mind or heart? And – if it is – am I supposed to make sense of my other emotions as well like I just unknowingly did with my feelings for my mates?"
And the answer shocks me as the entire room actually pulses with all of the colors, yet as it does, do I feel the four colors in the whirlpool connect with me and I breath in a sigh of great relief as I feel myself becoming a little more whole with the four emotions becoming one with me and then mutter: "Okay, let's get to work."

Yet as I move around trying to reach out to the other emotions, do I feel my body moving forward, yet I don't see the colors coming any closer and I try this in all directions before a dark brown starts to light up and I grumble: "Great, so brown is equal to my annoyance. How am I supposed to settle my emotions if I can't touch them?"
And for some strange reason, does the whole space pulse another time, making me again feel the connection with the swirling mix and I look behind me as I suddenly realize the answer and mutter: "Those emotions calmed and mixed together when I admitted to myself how I feel about Fred, George and Lea. Is – is that it?"
And the room pulses again, allowing me to again feel the love, care, trust and happiness that I feel for my three mates and I gulp as admitting my emotions for others is something I have been trying to avoid ever since I acknowledged the belief that, if I can't get my family's acceptance, I shouldn't try for the acceptance of others.

And as I think back on that day, do my eyes widen as the colors actually look to turn darker and I instantly shake my head before glaring and say: "I am not related to either Vernon, Petunia, Dudley or Marge Dursley. They are not my family. They are but strangers and they did not manage to break me. I have fought them and I have won."
And while I have no doubt that this acceptance might come crashing down later, do I again see several colors, these all dark and looking painful, moving together. Yet instead of a gorgeous spiral of colors do these colors move together to form an upside turned pyramid with the bottom tip being a soft blue and tiny in color.
Here I sigh as that light blue is the almost non-existent bit of childish hope for family acceptance and love that I guess I just never truly managed to destroy and then I look at the rest, which is made of dark red, dark blue, dark brown and dark purple and I think: "Anger, fear, pain and sadness. Heh, basic story of my youth, I guess."

And with that does the space pulse again, yet this time, as the lights connect with me, do I instantly shake my head to keep them from overcoming me and I think: "Time to really focus on the task at hand. Mum and dad." And as I think these names, do I see several colors, including the first four, light up yet again.
This makes me smile slightly, yet the way that the red color is only slightly duller than it was with the other three makes me think: "Wait, does that mean I love my mates more than my parents – or that red really does stand for friendship?" And instantly, instead of thinking of dad or Lea, do I instead put my focus on Ron.

And as I do, does the red color practically blind me with how it starts to shine and I think: "Friendship. Red stands for friendship. Dully noted." And while I want to snort for the dumb pun, do I instead take a deep breath and think: "Ron is the kind of friend that will always voice his opinion, yet he is also always there when I need him.
He has his issues and he has his flaws, but he is the one that supports and stands behind me even when others think I am crazy or something. And most importantly, he is always the one to make crazy dangerous situations feel easy without losing their levity; something even Fred and George never managed to accomplish.
Ron and I definitely have that whole thing with the First Task that we might one day have to actually truly address, yet when Cedric died, it had been Ron who constantly kept Hermione from wanting to comment on anything unless I was the one to start the comments. He may have his flaws, but he is my first friend for a reason."

And with that, do I happily smile as I see several colors – under which lots of red – come together in the middle between the pyramid and the whirlpool. The colors mix and swirl together and when they join in a single form, do I feel like laughing as they form a hugely sized Quaffle with a Bludger within and an actual Snitch in the middle.
"I would have expected a chessboard, but I guess this fits too." Goes through my mind as the space pulses again, yet as the emotions bind with me, do I only then notice how the Snitch itself is made of a dark green and as it hits me, do I again get reminded of the First Task and I sigh as I say: "Dark green is distrust, got it."

I then look around me and smile a little as the space now looks a lot more well-organized as the colors are still crazily mixed, yet in much smaller lengths and sizes, allowing for much more white – yet not the same whiteness as that is equal to my thoughts – space to be seen surrounding me and then I take a deep breath and think:
"I did a couple of good ones, might as well tackle another huge bad one." And with that do I focus my thoughts back on one event I would rather forget; the Graveyard Scene of a few weeks ago. Instantly I remember being in the middle of those Death Eaters and facing that horrid monster and as I do, do I silently admit to myself:
"Voldemort. The man that tried taking my parents. The man that wants to kill all those I have ever loved. The man that almost made me an orphan. The man that has 50 years of experience over me. I hate him, yet I also fear him. I want to take him down, yet I doubt I will ever be able to do so. I want to fight him, yet wonder if I even can."

And while I hate having to accept these emotions, do I still sigh as I feel myself doing so and as I do, do I see more dark colors – many of the same as with the Dursleys – come together from all over the room and it really doesn't surprise me to see them form together into a huge snake that has curled in on its own body.
Instead I just keep my gaze at the snake as it pulses alongside the rest of the room and as its emotions lock themselves within my form, yet I don't cringe, try to flee or even move at all as I just keep looking at the snake before I turn my back on it and as I do so, do I feel ready to go over the biggest, happy hurdle in my life.

"My parents. Two people I know so little about, yet that I feel so strongly about at the same time. I love them with all that I am, yet I am a teen and – well, I have my trust issues to deal with. I know they will be able to help me with them, but I just don't feel like burdening them with something even I don't know if I can handle.
I want to trust them, but I am not sure I can. I want to get to know them, yet I worry if it will make a difference for the sake of the future. Still, when it comes down to it; they would definitely be the two people I would miss the most, the two people I would risk my life for the first, the two people I would turn to, regardless of how I feel.
I may doubt many factors about myself and my future with them – but I don't doubt how I feel about them or who they are for me." And with that do I smile as I actually see almost all of the room move together to form one huge shape that actually encases the four others and while I find it cliché, does the shape become a heart.
The heart is as gorgeous in its crazy, artistic shape as the whirlpool, yet a large part of the outer edge consists of the pink color only and while the other colors mix with it, does the pink color reach all the way to the very center of the heart and I feel almost fully complete as the pulse of the room connects me to its emotions.

I then turn to the few colors that are left and think: "Those colors represent my other friends. Hermione, Neville, Ginny, Hagrid, the teachers, professor Dumbledore, Lupin and everyone else. They represent those I have met from Sora's universe and they represent the parts of my heart that are still open for others.
They probably also represent people like Professor Snape, the Death Eaters and Snakes like Malfoy and Crabbe and Goyle. I know I know them, I know I will share my next few years with them and I know where I stand with them. The bonds may grow, shrink or even break completely, but I know they exist and are as they are."

And with that do the last few colors separate from each other and form three different shapes; a book with a broom, a wolf and a plant on the front, a badge of a Snake with the Snake wrapped around a wand and a phoenix with a wand in its talons. The book has mostly bright colors, the phoenix more neutral and the badge the darkest.
And as the three symbols of my friends, my acquaintances and my enemies pulse along with the space, do I feel utterly complete, yet none of the emotions seem to overwhelm me as instead it feels as if they become cocooned within me by a strong sense of calming magic that feels warm like a fire and yet calming like a warm shower.
These feelings make me close my eyes peacefully and when I open them, am I shocked to realize that I am no longer inside whatever crazy space represented my heart and mind as instead I am lying on my own bed in my new set of rooms and I slowly move myself in an upwards position, wondering how I got from the garden to here.

Then I suddenly hear voices from the living room of my rooms and while trying my hardest not to make any sound, do I get out of bed and approach the doorway, where I can finally hear the distinct voices and recognize them as those of my parents, Sora, Riku, Lea and the twins and these thoughts cause me to gasp.
Gasp cause I feel as if my whole body pulses with all of the emotions I feel for these seven people and I think: "That was definitely part of the Overrun Emotion Stage." Before I hear dad's voice ask: "Harry, you awake, pup?" And I move past the doorway, smiling as I see everyone looking greatly relieved as they see me.

I then move over to them all and hug each of them strongly before asking: "Hey dad, why didn't you tell me I had to organize my emotions after succumbing to that crazy scream?" Yet dad looks shocked and asks: "What do you mean? The stage being done should have ended with you being out cold for all the hours you have been."
This shocks me and makes me feel as if a pulse is going through my whole form again before I ask: "I – I wasn't supposed to enter some strange mental state that allowed me to see how messed up my emotions were and get the chance to sort them based on who I knew and how well I knew them and or wanted to get to know them?"
And dad shakes his head as he says: "I definitely never heard of anyone going through a stage like that." Yet while the others look at us shocked, do I then shrug and say: "Oh well, it happened and I feel way better than ever. Sure, feeling my body pulse whenever an emotion overruns the others is strange, but – heh, oh well."

"You feel your whole body pulsing with your emotions?" Sora asks and I nod as I say: "Like my heart actually pulses from my chest all through my body in one single flow with every emotion. It's kind of strange, but – well, I feel more in tune with my emotions than I have ever done, even when I'm casting a Patronus charm or something."
This makes the others all smile and then dad says: "Well, I don't know what caused it or if it's just something that happens to all Empathy Veela and that they never mentioned about it, but if it makes you feel better and more at peace with yourself – who are we to argue?" And all the others nod before I ask: "So, how long was I out?"
And dad answers: "Not long, it's only the morning after we moved here. Albus and others of the Order have come and he and I did have our little talk – the one we mentioned at the reading – but nothing else really happened. Though all visitors did wish you a quick recovery and congratulated you on going through this stage so quick."
This makes me smile and I ask: "So we still have some time till my hearing turned trial, right?" The others nod, yet I can easily see how uncomfortable they seem to be about mentioning it, yet I smile calmly as I cross my legs and lie my hands on my knee before I ask: "So, what's our plan of action?" And this causes smiles to return.


Hey everyone,
WOW! This chapter did not want to write itself. I wanted to actually write about the others responding to Harry's Overrun Emotional State, maybe elaborate on the powers of the twins, yet every time I tried a different opening, it kept breaking me up until I suddenly decided to just elaborate on the whole thing.
Personally, I think the whole thing with the crazy space of colors was a nice interpretation of how a teenage mind and heart could look like, were one ever able to gaze within and while it may sound stupid that any teenager can organize their emotions like that, did I feel that, for now, it was just a necessary means to an end.
Yes, this does mean that, as Harry learns about this power of his, he will have to go back to within his mind and heart and reorganize his emotions time and time again, yet I am more planning to just make that a part of his – soon to be – daily routine than to really elaborate on that time and time again, so no worries.
Have fun, y'all,

Venquine1990