Harry kept grumbling as he tried again. He had thought after making Jim it would be easy to make a librarian. Someone to keep everything organized. And who would know better what to do than Harry himself, right? Just make himself in his mind!
Nope. Collecting ALL memories of himself just made a Harry puppet, who tended to laugh once then collapse into THAT thing.
He was missing something BASIC, he knew it. Something that he had done correctly with Jim but was failing on here.
Ignoring the laughing quacks that kept bubbling up behind him, Harry lifted the duplicate into the air with his ropes. It felt right, had all the right organs and stuff (He was not sure how important organs were in the mind but felt it was worth a shot). What it seemed to be missing was that spark, that something that... oh.
It needed a spirit. A soul. SOMETHING to give it life.
He turned his eyes on Jim and examined him much closer. Despite him laughing at Harry, he could see something... Protecting? Protectiveness... Self preservation. That was it, he had loaded his personal ability, his own desire for being safe into Jim.
That probably explained him building an army and always being on guard, honestly.
So what would be logical in a Librarian?
He wrapped the body with his power, and tried to push emotions into his thread. Random things, deep thoughts, anything that had that feeling of WANTING to know more. When he had seen Dudley's presents when he was very young, wanting to know what was in them. When he saw that family hug their daughter, wanting to know what a hug was like. Wanting to know why this had happen to him. Wanting to know why his family was not alive any more. Why he always felt like he was fighting alone. Why no one had come looking for him when he had been under those stairs. The boy felt a soft hand wipe a tear from his face as his eyes opened. In front of him was a tall woman, who looked like the first librarian he had ever seen as a child... but her eyes glowed green. She smiled. "Congratulations, Mr. Potter."
He smiled back, trying to find his balance. "So... I assume you are a part of me?"
She nodded. "I am your thirst for knowledge." She gave a sly grin. "And your desire for acceptance, for family." She straightened, looking at the huge purple library and the stacks of unsorted memories. Her eyes glowed green as her smile took on an eager twist. "And right now, I believe I have quite a job ahead of me."
He examined her more closely. She had black hair like his, but it was tied into a bun. She had thin glasses and a nice outfit, although it was mostly black. He almost bit his tongue as he saw her wave a green rope at him while another one lifted a scroll. Apparently he had given her thread access as well.
She held up the scroll. "Would you like me to build your mental maps as well? I can also suggest texts for you that may be helpful for you to learn."
Harry slid deeper into a chair. Tired did not even BEGIN to describe how exhausted he had become. "Please, that would be great. Did you have a name?"
She shrugged. "Unlike Jim, I am composed mostly from your personality, memories of a librarian, and your power. I am a part of you. Just call me Wisdom, if you must."
Harry was actually starting to fall asleep in his chair. "Th... Thank you Wisdom. Please take care of this place, my knowledge and memories are the most important things I have." He felt her pull a soft cover over him. "I know, Harry. If I need anything I will let Jim know and he will pass it to you, alright?"
She watched him as he tried to answer before falling asleep. Turning to Jim, she waved the duck to a side aisle. Getting down closer to his level, she glared at him.
"You were mis-shelving things on purpose, weren't you."
Jim gave the most innocent whistle ever.
She sighed. "Well, I suppose it is done. He would have made me if you just asked you know. You could have just mentioned that you hate sorting memories. Harry is a good kid."
"Quack."
"Fair enough. I will try to convince him to make a few more mental aspects. At least one for his dark side." She seemed to be looking through the world. "His aggression needs an outlet, the lake is repressing it very well but you felt how it got out on the train. I know he has already considered it once or twice, so I will keep moving those suggestions closer to the font of his mind."
Jim gave an amused look that Wisdom waved off. "You know I have his best at heart. Unlike some ducks who just don't like using ramps when sorting memories."
It was pretty amusing watching a duck act sheepish.
Harry woke slowly. Somehow he still felt like he had levitated a train. His whole body felt a certain level of weakness, and his thickest threads looked drained. Apparently building a mental representation of an Aspect was... quite a difficult procedure. 'Hey, Jim. Wisdom doing ok?'
'Quack.'
'Is she up? Heck, does she sleep?' 'Qua... Move out the way, Jim, he is talking to me. Hey Harry, got most of the memories already sorted. The castle map will take longer though, it seems that ALL the rooms are moving slowly in different directions.'
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