Getting rid of barriers

Ed and Harry heard coughing as the door to Harry's room slid shut.

 

"Aurian over did it again." Ed sighed.
"Hm?" Harry was zoning out.
"Aurian has limits on how much power is usable in one day. Usually it's more than what's required for a small Healing, small Fire, an Illusion and Teleportation. The strange field must be messing with Aurian's Magic." Ed appeared thoughtful. Harry almost dozed off before Ed spoke again.
"Harry, you stink."
"What was that for?"
"No, seriously, you stink. Go take a shower." Ed still looked link he was thinking.
"And where would the shower be?" Harry started to get annoyed that Ed kept forgetting that he didn't know stuff.
"Oh! It's right over there." Ed indicated a tall door, a 'regular' one, meaning it had a knob and hinges.
"Thanks."
When Harry finished his shower, it was almost too dark to see inside his room, so he didn't notice that Ed wasn't there. And Harry was still tired, so he just went immediately to bed.
Harry woke when Aurian walked into his room, his feet clanking slightly on the floor. Again, Aurian sat in a chair that wasn't there next to his bed. He looked different some how, and that was when Harry realized he wasn't wearing any armor, or his helmet, at least. Softly glowing gold eyes looked out of a death-pale face framed with long silver hair, and a crescent moon shaped scar ran from the center of his forehead to just below his bottom lip, running over his left eye. Aurian wore black, a black tunic and slacks, with black gloves that were missing the fingertips.

 

Aurian walked into the room she had lent to Harry, boots clicking slightly on the floor. She sat in the chair waiting for the boy to shake enough of the sleep-haze to allow him to speak. Aurian didn't know why she had suddenly decided to not wear her Armor, and wear a loose black tunic, but now that she sat in his room, something about the boy told her that he would not take lightly to being deceived. Aurian had also let her hair down, and wore a pair of gauntlets that had no fingers. IT was times like this that made her happy that most humans were half-blind in the dark, and that Harry wore glasses, so that he couldn't see her too well.

 

"Well, I think it would be best to remove that language barrier." Aurian shed her right glove and held her hand by his temple. "It works better if you do the same. You'll feel like... a line is opened in your head. Please don't follow it." Harry hesitantly raised his hand to her temple. "Touch." Aurian placed a finger on his, and he did likewise. Aurian immediately felt a tendril of his consciousness reach out and pushed it back. It was inevitable that he would see some of her memories and that she would see most of his, but she didn't want to give him enough time to go too deep.
"Remember what I said about the link?" Harry started, and Aurian sighed. While she could pitch her voice to make her sound male, with or with out her armor, she could do nothing about her mind-voice, which was cold, nearly emotionless, and definitely female. Because they were linked, Harry heard both her voice and her mental one. His shock was on the top of his mind, and Aurian dove lightly beneath it and farther into his mind, ignoring the images that flowed past her until she reached the stage where any normal child would have begun to speak. But the memory wasn't there. Puzzled, Aurian drifted up, and finally found the memory where he learned to speak. Hefting her 'package' which was of her learning languages, but overwritten so that it seemed like it was Harry who had done the learning, she planted the knowledge in the memory. Now came her least favorite part, getting out of a mind. While she could just yank herself out, that tended to leave bits of her behind and take bits of the mind with her, and it was painful. So Aurian had to 'float' up, and like in actual water, Aurian does not float well. So whether she liked it or not, Aurian always got a good look at the person's past as she came out. Aurian say the relatives, the flying letters, the one called Lord Voldemort when he was part of Quill (I think that’s him...), the Stone, the Basilisk and the Riddle phantom. There was the Hippogriff, the shape shifter that was his god-father, the Quiddich world Cup, the Death-eaters, the Tri-wizard tournament, the Hungarian horntail, the mer-people, the Maze, the death of Cedric, then the rebirth of the so-called Dark-Lord and the death of a man called Crouch. After those was another school year, ended with the gaining of the Prophesy and another death, this time of his god-father. Finally, Aurian reached the present, and was instantly pulled back into her mind because Harry had triggered a memory flow.
Harry had followed the link a second time after the tingle that made him aware of Aurian faded into the back of his head. When Harry reached her mind, an image flew to face him. It was a reflection from a mirror, showing a small girl, who was standing still while her silver hair was braided, bright golden eyes kind of apprehensive. A woman's face leaned down and smiled, causing a smile to come on the girls face as well. The image flitted away, to be replaced by another. This one was of the inside of a cupboard, and noise reached Harry's ears. Screams, all too human, explosions and the voices of what Aurian called Space Pirates. Then a woman's body, the same one that had been braiding hair, lying among rubble. Then another alien voice and pain. More voices, pain and darkness, but the voices gradually changed to that Harry could understand. Talk of 'Experiments', 'Time', 'Hunter clad in Metal', 'Phazon' and 'ready yet?' The darkness left, only to be replaced by sickly green, ad black figures moving around outside, until blue flowed through the green, and pain struck again, along with a contorted scream that sounded half animal roar and half human shriek before darkness claimed Harry again. A sense of shaking and the black figures running about, before a gray-green came up and broke the green, which turned out to be glass with fluid. They were suspended, coughing, as the blurry-orange figure, which was formally gray, disappeared from sight. What ever was holding them in the air by their wrists, waist and neck suddenly released and they fell down upon shards of glass. Pain and orange boots, followed by-

 

"-Get out of there!" Aurian yelled in both his ears and his mind. Harry reeled and opened his eyes. Aurian was slouched in the chair, almost transparent pale, and glaring at him.
"I do believe I said not to follow that path. I said that because you would find yourself in my mind, and trigger memories. When I got back out of your mind, I was pulled into the not-so-pleasant memories from my past. Listen next time, Boy-who-lived" Aurian used that name on purpose. She was not too happy, and obviously shaken.

 

... really random topic, but i just realized why Zelos had his Lets-Hug-Lloyd moods, and why he was soo... happy-go-lucky, yet when you fight him, he sounds suicidaly deepressed? thats cause he's 22, and is DRUNK thoughout most of the game. i feel very smart. :D
--Frozen