Harry woke up feeling numb and disgusted with himself, blood dried on his skin, and flesh stuck to his clothes. He was not excited to deal with the horrors the door had in store for him, especially after what had happened the last few days.

'Tch, I was too confident in myself… I should've been more careful.' Harry frowned. 'Had it not been for magic I would've died long before…' He shook his head and cleared his thoughts.

'I need to get stronger.' He clenched his fist and brought it up in his newfound determination. His moment was broken when his stomach gurgled in protest, needing to be filled.

'Right… bath then food.' He got up and waited for his cupboard to be opened by imposter Vernon. It didn't take long for Vernon to open the cupboard, who gagged the moment he looked at Harry. Clearly disgusted by the foul odor coming from the bloody and fleshy remains of yesterday. Harry made an offended noise but said nothing to avoid irritating the walrus further.

"You freak! Go take a bath and clean yer self up. I don't want anything disgusting going around this household, NOW!"

While Vernon had been greatly displeased early on, the other imposters did not show any hostility or signs from yesterday as he passed by them, completely resetting everything once again. Harry took his ratty clothes and sprinted to the bathroom.

He entered the bathroom and saw himself in his 7-year-old body. He scrunched his nose at the revolting appearance reflected in the mirror.

'No wonder why Vernon gagged… ew..'

He quickly took a shower, scrubbing away the flesh and blood on his skin. He did not want to ponder on what had happened yesterday so he made sure that nothing from yesterday remained on his body. After he dressed up in his ratty clothes, he went to the kitchen where the Dursleys are having their breakfast.

"Boy, c'mere." Harry heard Petunia call. He checked if she was holding anything harmful before he went to her.

"We will be going out to a pool resort for family bonding–" She reached out a napkin on the table and wiped the nonexistent sauce–crumb? On her mosiac lip. Harry made sure to keep track of her movements. "-And by 'we', that does not include you."

After hearing Petunia spoke, Harry remembered that this is the year that he met Mrs. Figg, his caretaker. The door still aligns with his real memory after all, despite it being greatly altered into something more malicious.

"You'll be dropped off with a caretaker we found just nearby. You better behave while you're there, the last thing I need is another gossip in the neighborhood about your 'freakishness', understood?"

"Yes, Aunt Petunia." Harry may have sounded neutral and walked away calmly as he was shooed to throw the trash, he was internally panicking.

'I finally get to venture the other parts of the door... But what if it was much more dangerous than what is already happening inside the house? I'll be doomed!'

While happy at the prospect of going on adventures, he knows that the cupboard won't be there to save him anymore. He never thought he'd go back to relying on the cupboard to protect him again, it reminded him too much of the time before Hogwarts and he hated it.

'Not now Harry, I need to stay focused on the issue at hand.'

Harry learned from yesterday that magic alone won't help him, clearly lacking the experience and knowledge to properly wield it. He wished Hermione was here to use her brains in this situation, but alas he has to suffer alone. He went back inside and saw the Dursleys preparing the stuff they need for the trip. Harry continued his way to the kitchen and ate the scraps, then he washed the dishes. While washing the dishes he saw a glint at the corner of his glasses, he looked to his right and saw the kitchen knives seating peacefully, waiting to be used. Avada Kedavra eyes stared at the set of knives, Harry had let the intrusive thoughts in. He slowly reached for the knife and tested his grip on the handle.

"This is it… it's just for protection, nothing more." Harry whispered assurance to himself. He ran to his cupboard, making sure to hide the knife from prying eyes, and took an extra cloth to cover the knife. He place it in his baggy pocket, something he was grateful about for once, and went back to the kitchen to finish off his chores. The Dursleys saw nothing, completely unaware of the things going on inside Harry's head. Harry wiped his wet hands with a cloth then headed outside where Vernon was loading the car.

"Boy! Get inside the car already, the last thing we want is to leave your scrawny ass behind."

"Yes, Uncle Vernon." Harry settled himself in the car. While waiting for the others he could feel the car shake whenever a luggage is placed in the trunk. Harry's peace was cut short when he saw Dudley dashing through the house door.

"Move you freak! That's my seat!" Dudley carelessly pushed Harry away, which resulted in Harry getting squished into the car door.

"Are we all set dear?" Harry heard Petunia ask Vernon from outside, who just happened to close the trunk.

"Yep, let's go drop the freak to the cat hag first." The two went in and Vernon started the car. Harry readjusted his position and watched in fascination as the streets turns clear. The houses they passed were still blurry and covered in fog, making it hard to distinguish where they were. The next thing Harry knew, they were already there in front of a familiar house. Petunia went out of the car, and Harry took this as a cue to go out as well.

The house was smelly just as he remembered, a complete imitation of Mrs. Figg's house. Harry glanced at the surrounding area and found it blurred, he gave up on distinguishing the shapes and went to the door where Petunia was waiting.

Harry definitely did not jump when Petunia suddenly grabbed his shoulders and made him face her. Mosaic has yet to melt off so Harry guessed that he was safe. He noticed that the mosaics only fall off when his life is about to be threatened, not to mention the bell chimes that he hears whenever he is close to death.

"Remember, don't cause any trouble or else." Harry paid close attention to her warning and nodded. Petunia had let him go, leaving Harry to calm his nerves.

"You'll be picked up later 4 PM–" She went to check her watch, "And right now it is 10 AM." Right when she said that the door opened, revealing a mosaic-faced Arabella Figg on the other. She was wearing her usual old lady clothes and smelled greatly like cats. Back then Harry suppressed a gag when he first met her, but now he knew worse, so he wasn't faced by the scent.

Petunia: "Mrs. Figg! How nice of you to take care of the boy. I'm sure he won't be of any trouble to you."

Figg: "Oh it's quite alright Mrs. Dursley, I'd be happy to take him in any time. Would you like to go in and have some tea?"

Petunia: "Oh no, I unfortunately can't. You see my husband and son are waiting for me, they are probably getting impatient already, thank you for the offer though."

Figg: "Such a shame, do enjoy your trip."

Petunia: "We will, I'll be leaving the boy with you now."

Petunia turned away and eagerly went into the car, no longer wanting to stay in the presence of Mrs. Figg. Harry watched Arabella Figg wave goodbye as the car fades into the distance. Harry did not bother doing the same and immediately went straight to examining the inside of the house and the imposter.

"Well Harry, why not go in?"

Harry nodded his thanks and went inside the house. Cats were stationed left and right but they did not seem hostile or deranged like Ripper was. Harry felt some relief to see something alive look normal for once. Arabella beckoned him to follow her so he did. He made sure to carefully make his way through the house, not wanting to trigger death flags or step on cat tails. Nothing was out of place or abnormal so far, but Harry dared not to drop his guard down.

"Come now Harry, I bet you haven't eaten anything yet. I made cookies, they're there on the table." Arabella had brought him to the living room where most cats are found lazing around. Harry looked at where Arabella was pointing and saw dozens of cookies stacked together on top of a porcelain plate.

"Thank you, Mrs. Figg, but I just ate breakfast a while ago so I'm quite full." Harry lied with a small smile. He was starving, but he did not trust any food that's not been eaten or made by him. "I see, we can save those for later then." Mrs. Figg went to the kitchen to get a net cover for the cookies. 'As if I'll be eating that.' Harry thought to himself. He could still feel the prickling sensation of the needle stabbing his throat, he did not want to go through anything similar again.

While waiting for Arabella to come back, Harry took a seat on the sofa and went back to inspecting the room. His gaze went to the cats and found them grooming each other. Harry couldn't help but smile at their normality. He hoped that he would never have to point a knife at them. His peace was disturbed when he heard approaching footsteps, it was Arabella with the net cover. Harry felt how his hand was inside the pocket where the knife is settled and quickly retracted it before Arabella noticed.

'Dangerous... I'm getting paranoid. Calm down Harry, it's only there for protection not for murder.' Harry nervously licked his lips then went back to watching Arabella's movements.

"It seems you've settled in quite easily dear," Arabella spoke after she sat beside Harry. Harry moved away, getting uncomfortable by the proximity. "Is there anything you would like to do? Or perhaps you want to play a game?" She asked sweetly as she faced him, Harry could feel the malicious intent under the sweetness.

'What if she makes a simple game murderous? Then hide-n-seek and tag would be out. If I suggest a board game? Would it become a game of punishment?' Sweat was building up at Harry's temple. He was starting to overthink that he forgot to reply. Imposter Figg did not like how Harry was not answering and thought that Harry was ignoring her.

Harry felt the sofa shift and saw Arabella walk away. He was confused when she came back with a sewing kit but the moment he saw the mosaic fall he knew that danger is approaching. Arabella opened the sewing kit and grabbed a needle with white string in it, ready to be used. Harry stood up and reached for his knife.

"I get that you're shy… but you know–" Mosaic completely fell off revealing Arabella's exaggerated sad face. Her skin was ripped as it was pulled downwards to elaborate on the sad mouth. Her eyes and mouth started bleeding making it seem like she was crying blood. "-But children should learn not to disrespect their elders." Her voice turned raspy and sickly, it didn't sound nice to Harry's ears. He heard the cats hissing and running out of the room, seemingly aware of the event that was about to occur.

"I didn't mean to ignore you, Mrs. Figg…" Harry anxiously replied, hoping to calm the situation. "Good children do not spout lies, bad children must be punished." Harry frowned when he heard her words.

Harry immediately backed away but Arabella was immediately in front of him in a blink of an eye. She grabbed his face, nails painfully digging into his cheeks. Caught off guard, Harry was forced to stare at her craze-filled eyes then he felt something stab the side of his lip.

Harry was confused as to what it was until he felt another stab and a string inside his mouth. Harry struggled under her grip and tried to scream but found that he couldn't. In the span of a few seconds the imposter Figg had sewn of his mouth shut. Harry snaps back from his shock and quickly took the knife out of his pocket. He slashed the hand that was holding him down, inflicting and deep cut on Arabella's arm. Arabella howled in pain and clutched her bleeding arm. Harry gave another slash but Arabella dodged the knife. However, she had created a distance between them which Harry was hoping for. Harry got into a defensive position to defend himself from another attack– except it never came.

Harry watched as the mosiac returned to Arabella's face, hiding away her exaggerated expression. She turned away from him to get the sewing kit and placed it back where it belonged. She left quite a bloody mess on the floor since her wound is still open. Harry was dumbfounded by what had happened.

'No way that just ended like that!' Harry tightly clutched the knife when Arabella returned to the living room. "Oh, dear! Your bleeding!" She huddled close to Harry to check on his bleeding lip but Harry did not let her touch him. "Do you need me to tend to your wounds dear?" She asked him softly as if she wasn't the one who inflicted them in the first place.

Harry tried to speak but could not with half of his mouth shut, so he opted to shake his head instead. Arabella accepted his answer and pointed to the hall, "The bathroom is just by the corner of the hallway you can go clean up there.". Harry nodded his thanks and sprinted out to the bathroom.

'This is way too suspicious.' Harry clenched his teeth, wanting to remove the thread on his lip so badly. He arrived at the bathroom and inspected it for anything harmful. Founding none, he went inside to check on his sewn mouth. It was bleeding a lot, it felt soar and itchy with how the thread rubbed on his skin. Using the knife, he cuts off the dangling needle first then proceed to gently cut the stitches so he can pull it out.

When Harry started pulling off the threads from his lip he looked up to the mirror and saw a head peaking from the door. The bells chimed. He felt his hair stand up from the chills he felt and instantly turned around, knife pointed at the head. The head released a haunting laugh and disappeared through the hallway before Harry could fully see who owned the head.

"What's wrong Harry? Did you perhaps need help?" Arabella Figg suddenly appeared from the other side of the hall. Harry's heart skipped a beat and redirected the knife to her. She wasn't faced by the knife pointed at her. "Oh I'm sorry dearie I didn't mean to startle you."

"I-I.." Harry felt the remaining thread pull on his skin so he stopped speaking, not wanting to aggravate the wound. He shook his head and waved his hands indicating that he didn't need help. "Well if you say so… just say something if you ever need anything." After that, she went back to the kitchen. Harry now left alone, decided to hurry up removing the thread on his lips.

'Had I not seen that head… I would've died.' Harry wiped the sweat that had gathered on his temples and placed a hand on his thudding heart. 'I want this day to end already.' Harry sighed, lip finally free from any restraints of the thread. He looked at the bloody needled for some time and decided to take it with him.

He tucked the knife and needle into his pockets and went back to the living room. Harry didn't find any of the cats in the living room which was weird at first. Then he heard something scratching on the ceiling… then a bell chime. Harry unconsciously jumped back as far as he could, letting his instincts take over.

CRASH!

The chandelier fell to the ground, glass shards violently flying everywhere. Harry protected his head with his arms and stepped back to avoid further damage. Harry hissed when he felt his arm get stabbed by a large chunk of glass shard. Harry peeked through his arms to see if it was safe and saw that no shards are flying. He winced when he dropped his injured hand but he paid it no mind in favor of checking the scratches on the ceiling. There was no entity found but he guessed that it was related to the peaking head from a while ago.

"Harry! What happened here?!" Arabella Figg must've heard the crash from the kitchen and ran to the source of the sound. "Mrs. Figg I promise it wasn't me!" Harry hurriedly explained to her to avoid any misunderstanding with her, he did not need another sewing.

"I know dear, a child can't do something this horrible. You're injured again!" She exclaimed. "Why not let me help you…" It sounded too ominous for Harry's liking.

"No need Mrs. Figg I can take care of it. Thank you for the concern though."

"If you say so, there's a medicine kit in the kitchen cabinets feel free to use it." She left Harry alone after that. Harry noticed how she was holding on to her supposed to be injured hand, except it had been replaced by flesh stitched together… by flesh?

Harry doesn't get how she healed it but it definitely did not heal right. He trudged to the kitchen and saw the medicine on the shelves. Harry breathed in and plucked the large shard from his arm. He winced and gritted his teeth from the pain.

'It's alright Harry you got this.'

Harry took a clean towel and cleaned the blood from his wounds. The wound stopped bleeding during the cleaning process. Harry sighed in relief when he felt his magic working but frowned when it didn't fully heal his wound. He touched his lip to check if it had the same issue but found it healed.

'So it's only the arm wound that's not been healed…'

"Episkey." He tried but nothing his magic felt weak.

"Episkey!"

"Why is it not working now?" Harry clenched his hand and stared at the medkit. "I guess I'm doing this the old-fashion way."

He reached for the disinfectant and bandages. "I think I'll need to stitch this though…" Harry's frown deepened and couldn't help but release another sigh.

'Disinfect first, stitch later. The last thing I want is an infection inside the door.'

Harry got to work and finished immediately, already experienced in handling wounds from childhood.

"Yep… stitches it is." He stood up and went to where he guessed the sewing kit is stored. He took his knife out if ever he encounters the head again. He snooped around the house and founds the sewing kit in a cabinet, right when he was about to grab the kit a grey hand emerged inside the cabinet and grabbed his injured hand.

"Argh! You mother fucker!" Harry gripped the knife and stabbed it through the grey arm. A sickly face emerged from the closet and tried to topple on Harry– but Harry acted quickly. With no thought in mind, he took the knife again and stabbed the face. The entity released an unnerving screech and turned into dust before Harry's eyes.

Harry was left wide-eyed, gasping for air as adrenaline coursed through his body.

"What the hell." Harry winced and saw that his injury was bleeding again. Harry hissed in dissatisfaction and rubbed his face with his good hand. "God damn it."

Harry made sure to check for anything abnormal before taking the sewing kit. He returned to the kitchen and placed down the sewing kit. He made sure to clean up his wound again before starting the stitching. Getting the longest needle in the kit and attaching a thread to it he started working. Harry sat down on the dining chair and positioned his injured arm into something more comfortable.

"This should be similar to stitching clothes… except with skin this time. Yeah, it'll be fine Harry." He whispered assurance. Taking a deep breath he inserted the needle into his skin and pulled. He could feel the thread rubbing into his skin making it burn from friction. Harry had to stop for a second and took another deep breath. Harry weaved through the wound as fast and efficiently as he could, his teeth clenched to avoid whimpering in pain. He sighed and leaned back into the chair when he finished knotting the thread, relief taking the place of the adrenaline that had melted off his body.

Harry yawned from the exhaustion he didn't know he was feeling. He can't risk sleeping now, the world inside the door is too dangerous, especially outside the cupboard.

'Is this why my magic felt weak? I'll need to be careful of its usage… I don't want to deal with the eldritch Dudley'

Harry suppressed another yawn and gazed at the grandfather clock in the kitchen. It was 3:45 P.M. He was surprised by how much time had passed without him knowing. 'Today had been way too eventful for my liking. I want to go back to the cupboard already.'

Harry heard footsteps and readied his knife. A mosaic-faced Arabella Figg appeared, with no injuries at sight or anything dangerous. Harry kept his eyes on her while she just cleaned after the mess he made on the dining table. She remained silent the entire time, which unnerved Harry but didn't mind as the minutes passed. Seeing how nothing was happening he returned the knife to his pocket and stared at his hands. Time ticked and the doorbell rang.

"That must be Mrs. Dursley to pick you up, dearie. Come on we don't want to keep her waiting." Arabella finally spoke after long minutes of silence. Harry followed her out and met up again with imposter Petunia who stood impatiently by the door.

"About time you opened the door." Petunia sassed, formalities forgotten.

"Oh don't be like that Mrs. Dursley, we only took a moment." Mrs. Figg replied gently.

"Come boy, we don't have all day to dawdle around." Petunia grabbed Harry by his injured arm and dragged him to the car where the other two Dursleys were waiting. Harry had let himself get dragged with no protest, already used to it in the past, but he winced at the harsh treatment to his arm. Without a warning, he was thrown inside the door like a ragdoll. He tried to not make his discomfort obvious, the last thing he needed is another death flag by angering the imposter Dursleys. Harry readjusted himself and watched as Mrs. Figg's house turned into blurs as the car drove away. Just like early in the morning everything was blurred and indistinguishable. Harry tuned the rest of the ride in favor of resting his mind, even for a bit, now that he could feel exhaustion creep in.

The moment Privet Drive 4 appeared in view Harry wasted no time to leave the car and went straight to the cupboard. He locked it and pushed every bit of his magic to add locking charms and protection around the cupboard. Harry felt at ease when he felt magic respond to his desperate wish. The protection on his door might've been weaker but it should be enough to sustain for the night.

Black spots started to appear in Harry's vision and Harry staggered away from the door. 'Shit, I'm getting lightheaded…' Was Harry's last thought before he dropped to the ratty mattress.

[Congratulations! Prepare for the next memory, player]

A/N: Hello dear readers! I apologize for the technical issues in this chapter, I didn't notice it until today. Anyways, I'm back from the hiatus so expect weekly or every other week updates on this fanfic. I made sure to make this chap longer than intended to make up for the time loss so I hope you guys enjoyed:D