Harry shook his head and pushed himself up with a grin, rubbing his side as he stood up, he started to laugh, "It's fine… just you insisting on being an overachiever. Just remember when creating rules you have to be careful and learn how to exempt yourself when you're in here like this."
"So that's all I need to do to keep people from flying?" Ahsoka asked somewhat smugly.
Harry raised an eyebrow and then she watched as he floated off the ground and into the air.
She frowned and scowled at him, trying to focus and repeat the effect from earlier. She tried to prevent him from flying, but he continued to float there. "How are you able to do that? You shouldn't be able to fly now…"
"Exercise of will. In this case my application of will against your control of the environment. I just wasn't prepared earlier," Harry's voice was kind but his expression was serious, "You have utmost control in your mind. But don't ever assume that you are all powerful, even in your own head."
"And I'm really good at this," He added as he stretched in the air, "Anyway like I said, aside from your defenses, your other issue is predictability."
"How so?" Ahsoka asked, while mentally trying to catalogue all sorts of defenses her temple could have.
"Well, you used the Jedi Temple, and stored your memories in the library. People who get skilled at this, seem to always start there, sticking their memories in the library," Harry lifted his shoulders and shrugged, "I'll grant, it's a very natural place to do so, organized, in the real world known to hold history and such."
"So, anyone would assume your memories are in a library. It's always one of the first places I tend to look. Instead, you should've placed your memories somewhere which would never stand out," Harry explained.
"Like where?" Ahsoka inquired with narrowed eyes.
"A secret room that doesn't actually exist in the real temple, with no standard way to gain access to other than direct teleportation, which you grant only to yourself," Harry gestured upward, "Or put them in airspeeders that fly in plain sight over the Temple like normal traffic does. Or in the kitchen, or the refresher stations. Trust me, even if someone does get into your mind, only the truly deranged would check the bathrooms."
"The point is to make it something a normal person would ignore while they pay attention to the big honking temple in front of them," Harry grinned.
"They'd waste their time infiltrating something complex and tedious while the real target was out in plain site or at least obscured. Security through multiple levels of obscurity. Not always the greatest strategy in real life, but can work really well when it comes to the mind," Harry said quietly.
"So I should get rid of the library?" Ahsoka asked assuming it was a rhetorical question.
"Why? Keep it as a decoy and put stuff in there that can't hurt you," Harry shrugged. "Stuff that can't hurt me?" Ahsoka asked, "Like what?"
"Well, the library in my mind is filled with books that all look the same with slightly different colored covers," Harry snickered slightly, "Half of the books contain a rather vast collection of porn, made up of a combination of memories and my own demented imagination The other half contains Broadway show tunes."
"There is no way to tell which is which until they're opened. And let me tell you, either could be quite traumatizing," Harry nodded sagely.
At Ahsoka's distinctly unimpressed expression, Harry held up his hands, "To be fair, it was totally my wife Tonk's defense. I just copied the idea … though she had a way more demented imagination than I did."
"They stopped letting her teach the legilimency classes to Aurors when too many trainees broke down and refused to get certified after making it to her library. I think she may have caused two mental breakdowns, and I know at least one auror would start to cry whenever he heard orchestra music at the ministry balls."
Harry shook his head and held his hand out Ahsoka, "I think we've seen about enough of this memory. C'mon, let's get out of here. Then I'll take you into my mind and show you the memory of my own trial,"
Ahsoka didn't hesitate, taking his hand, a moment later finding herself back in her recreation of the Jedi archives.
Harry gestured around at the library filled only with data, "See? This place shouldn't be empty you should have minions and guards imagined all over the place,"
"Moving your memories to someplace else and adding defenses is the next part of your process, then after that it's all a matter of fine tuning," Harry chuckled, "Don't be surprised if that takes a little bit longer than what you've seen to this point. Don't be disappointed either. You're already destroying any learning curve I've ever heard of, and this is Mastery level stuff."
Ahsoka nodded, looking around, her head already filling with ideas. Almost as she came up with her ideas, the library began to fill with nondescript people sitting down at different stations or milling around, looking their way.
Harry looked around and then huffed good naturedly, "Um. Okay, or I could be wrong and you're just going to completely rewrite the record books in every way possible. Whatever,"
Ahsoka giggled a little bit at Harry's reaction "Well it's like you said, focus and will… and basically imagination,"
Harry nodded and grinned, very pleased with her embracing of the concepts he was relating to her. He was just stunned by the speed at which she was picking things up. "C'mon, let's head out of here. You've let me see one of your worst memories. I figured I would show you a memory of mine that is eerily similar,"
Ahsoka eagerly nodded, moving to walk beside him as they began to move toward the archive exit.
Harry nodded and looked around, "I should warn you though that the result was a little different, and things were a bit longer lasting than just… the… trial…"
Ahsoka stopped as she realized Harry had stopped and seemed to be staring at a section of wall.
His expression had gone from relaxed to intent as he stared at seemingly nothing.
"Harry?" She asked to get his attention. His brow had furrowed and his expression was replaced with anger.
"What's wrong?" She asked, she was able to feel his anger and could tell it was much deeper than what was reflected on his face
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