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Soon his mind was perfectly blank, he allowed his conscious to wander around on its own as the book had said, though by this point he was not thinking to let himself wander, it was becoming habit.

Eventually he reached what he had earlier determined was his center. In his mind it was a candy store. He never got much candy growing up unless he filched it from Dudley's enormous stash. His thoughts were arranged by taste and color; he got the idea from the book which said your labeling scheme should make as little sense to other people as possible. Reds were for Love, Hate, or Anger. Green for jealousy, Envy and such. Yellows for mellows, and so on. He added flavors to separate certain memories. Love tasted sweet, hate was spicy or cinnamon and Anger would be bitter. Similar ideas for the other "candy emotions". Then he had his special stash, the best parts of his life and the memories that fueled his Patronus he made a copy of and made them extra sweet. They had their own section of the store with a huge Stag display in front.

The Wandless book had mentioned seeking out the source of his magic in a metaphorical setting. Normally this might show up as a pool or fountain of magic. However Harry had yet to find anything so subtle. He had come to determine that, either he was doing it wrong, or his pool of magic was much larger than that described in the book.

In his non-meditative time he began to supplement himself with positive thoughts. Trying to instill the whole "Belief in Himself" that the book kept on about. His latest daydream was that the area he walked through to get to his "Candy Store" which he called a mindscape for lack of a better word. ALL represented his magic in some way. Rather than a fountain or pool, it seemed that he pulled magic from his entire being. Or so that was the theory he was trying to reinforce. Honestly if he was nutters enough to call himself a Bird Whisperer he might as well go the next step and think he had super magic.

So going off that theory, he went back outside the store and thought about the shield he had erected. At the moment he had placed what looked like a Force Field around the store keyed only to him. The problem was that a Force Field was not real, unless you counted magical wards. But he didn't know enough about Science Fiction, or real wards to make this shield workable.

Thinking back to "believing in himself" he thought that for the moment, if he was not able to defend himself outright, he should try something more subtle. So, focusing on his massive pool of magic, he set about creating more storefronts across from and on either side of the street from his Candy Store. There was an ice cream store, an arcade, and a Public Library amongst other things.

"If I were going to organize my thoughts, I think I might put them in books." He said to no one in particular. So he imagined the library filled with books, and labeled them all sorts of emotions and categories. The names he would give the different bins of candy in his shop, if he had been silly enough to label his memories. He made sure to dedicate an entire section of the library to books labeled things like Angst, Dursleys, Plans for Voldemort, Plans for Dumbledore, Plans for Snape, Anger, Hate, and so forth. He decided to have a bit of fun and made an entire section on little known magical animals he had heard Luna talk about. And another dedicated to dark arts. Then thinking again about school and books. He backed out of the Library, deciding it was thoroughly confusing inside. He then went into the candy store to the back and thought hard for a moment.

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