The sky had been easiest to fix, if tiring. Harry laid on the green grass and stared into the blue sky, trying to ignore the holes and pits. Moving the broken sod and grass back had taken only a little time, but apparently the initial corpse explosion had evaporated a large section of earth. This type of damage was also resistant to change.
He had nearly cooled his body center too much. As it was he was shivering, and his threads could barely move. It had only healed a few inches of the pit. He thought about the sludge he had seen, the pure hatred. It had felt wrong to let that soak into this ground. What about the opposite?
He reached out, feeling. The warmth filled him again, and he pressed his hand into the hole and imagined all that softness, the heat, the pure warmth flowing from his hand. His eyes slowly opened as he began to fall asleep, lulled by the feeling of that deep soft warmth. Something golden and clear was dripping from his right hand, slowly trickling into the pit. The liquid seemed to be softening the edges of the pit, and working its way downward.
Before he could really react, he fell asleep. The emotion stress, the mental stress of controlling the cords and threads, the highs of having a mostly safe place to sleep with food and water, it was forcing him to fall into an actual slumber instead of this mental world.
Soft winds brushed his hair as he woke. Still here in his mind, stretched with his hand dipped in... dipped? His eyes opened wide as he stared with wonder at a golden pond. The bottom itself seemed to glitter with silver pebbles and tiny gold beads, the edges pulsed with curiosity and mirth. The actual liquid itself was crystal clear, and glowed softly back into the sky. The edges of soil had collapsed into the liquid, filling cracks along the bottom and creating a natural beach along the rim made of earth.
Harry was too entranced by the light to even smile. His hand dipped into the liquid. It was not oily, it was so light it barely felt like water at all. He felt warm all over, and his body was almost begging him to step into the pond. Cautiously extending a green thread, he dipped it in the pool.
WAMRTH, LOVE, KINDNESS, CHARITY
He was overwhelmed. It was not even associated with a memory, it just felt like the Red Woman... mother. It felt like her. He couldn't help but smile as tears spilled. He smoothly stood and began walking into the pool. Even with it flowing around his body, Harry didn't feel the damp, pressing feeling of the ice baths he was forced to take. Every inch felt soft and warm, like an embrace. He had never felt a hug before, but he was sure this was close.
He dipped his face under, and the crystal gold liquid did not even splash. He felt no fear of breathing, and let the liquid flow almost like a dream down and into his lungs. His body relaxed more and more.
Deep inside, in his chest, he felt something loosen. Threads began flowing out of him, in every direction, from his hands, his feet, his skin. His eyes glowed green like his mothers, and the golden glow began increasing as each part of him began making odd noises. His ears heard singing, even as he could feel his skull popping and cracking. His tongue tasted sunshine as his back unbent and began stretching. But Harry's eyes were seeing blurs, people he knew without sight, as they held and surrounded him. His tears vanished as if kissed as he released more and more green light into the pond, causing the gold liquid to swell and deepen, the edges of the once crater expanding and absorbing more grass as the golden lake began expanding into the distance.
It could have been a lifetime and Harry did not care. This was something he never knew enough about to miss. This was love, deep and flowing. And he had accidentally made a place for it inside himself. His smile could have painted the sun.
Inside a cupboard a soft green glow was expanding. It seemed dark in places as the body it covered twisted and uncoiled. Horrific noises were just barely audible, with loud cracks of broken bones puncturing the night. Fragments were being dissolved, muscles being regrown and skin being repaired. Scars began sealing and small pieces of embedded glass and dirt were being expelled. As the twitching body seemed to absorb the green glow, the strangest part was the boys face, filled with peace and dripping with tears.
Another day was beginning, and thankfully Vernon Dursley was not planning on allowing the "Freak" out of his punishment. Every time he had looked at the child, something evil seemed to dwell inside of him, looking out from behind those eyes. Even Petunia could not explain it, but sometimes when that boy looked in his direction he could feel a second pair of eyes full of maliciousness. The worst was the blackouts. Once that devil child had looked into Vernon's eyes and everything had gone dark. Large red eyes laughed at him. When he had come to his senses, there had been blood on his hands and a pile of rags... no, the "Freak", on the floor. He had never been more scared in his life. He was just a regular man who worked directing others to make drills. Violence had never been an option before that THING appeared on the doorstep.
Petunia explained that those CHILDREN had flairs of magic. If that was magic, magic was evil. Even she had given up arguing for that thing after she also started blacking out. They had no one to talk to, no one to get help from. Who would help them against a child? Their only hope were those wizards, and they had been the ones to dump this hell spawn on them.
This last blackout was the worst. Petunia claimed he had not just beaten the child, but had stood in his own bedroom and ranted about "Mudbloods" to the wall. He didn't even remember SEEING the child that day. He was scared to even touch the locks.
He knew the guilt would get to him eventually. He couldn't just let that thing die in there. But surly he could wait a bit longer. As long as Petunia didn't find out what he had done. He held his head in his hands and tried to calm down. He had things to do today, and that THING would not be an issue for at LEAST a couple more days, not if he had anything to say about it.
The boy with green eyes awoke as Harry Potter for the first time. He still did not know his age, but now his name was now forever a part of the world. He sat up and almost hit his head on the roof of his small cupboard. Green eyes looked up in shock. He was larger, much larger than last night. He knew he was supposed to be similar in age with Dudley, so being such a shorter person was something he had come to terms with. He grinned again as he listened outside.
Somehow he knew it was late. Exact time was unknown, and he wanted to take care of that tonight. Somewhere in Dudley's room had to be a few watches, maybe some books or something else that could help improve himself. Harry knew help would have to be taken, and he now had motivation in spades.
He could still hear movement in the house though, so he decided to try and find a way to improve while still here in hell.
Reaching for another bag of jerky and an energy bar, Harry slowly ate his fill as he drank some water and considered what to do. Avoid doing anything loud was an obvious requirement. Working on control of the threads was another. He wanted the same type of control here that he had in his mind, the ability to move and control that light.
As he chewed slowly on the meat, he admitted to himself that the green color was another big motivator. It felt like his mom was watching over him when he was wrapped in those threads, or swam in that golden light. He felt like it was a small part of her she had given him, and he was eager to practice.