Jim seemed quite impressed.
Harry stretched and created a bench. It felt obligatory now that the lake actually had ducks to watch. True, he was pretty sure they shouldn't be doing marching drills, but eventually they had to go off shift, right?
Harry was getting a bit worried. At this point he had made a tiny Duck Obstacle Course, a Duck Waddling Range, and carved a section of the lake into a Duck Swimming Range. Jim was being a bit too hard core for Harry's liking, but after a long argument he had agreed to step down training. Harry was not sure why "Waddle up and bite people" needed such complicated methods of practice, but he was only a human. Jim seemed to have a deeper grasp of the entire situation, so that was good enough for him.
Vampire teeth seemed a less than perfect idea in retrospect. But at least Harry was sure they worked now that Jim had carefully explained why Harry should not laugh when Jim trips during training. The fang marks had healed up quickly too, which was a plus.
It seemed really unfair for something that cute to hurt that much. Harry had real issues staying mad with Jim, and he felt that Jim knew it.
Still the world seemed much more alive now. Maybe more creatures would be a good idea... later. He didn't want to be kicked out of his own head after all. As it was, Jim had requested duck ramps down the right side of most of the stairs in the various halls and corridors. What Harry was working on now however was something more useful in an immediate sense. He was tired of having no idea what was happening in the real world while he was here.
Harry looked up into the sky. He didn't have a moon or sun yet. Well, why not? Without looking, he reached back with a rope into his base and all the way into the green room. Duplicating the first memory of a full moon he had ever seen, he pulled the copy back into his hands. Gently he cracked the glass sphere with the thinnest threads, catching the floaty cloud in a warm embrace of green. Finally he had a solid white moon, one with no craters or marks, which he lifted with a cable into the sky.
Thrusting against the ground, three ropes pushed him upwards with the moon. There should be two parts to this. First he reached into himself, and pushed light into the world around his physical form. He formed a thin thread and fixed it out the back of his neck, and forced it to only sense the pull of the Sun. Syncing this new sense with the newly crafted moon, Harry leaned back allowing the green ropes trailing below him to hold him steady.
After a soft shimmer, the moon was suddenly black. Checking the connection, he gently moved the threads holding the sense to the shadow. Each minor adjustment made the light moved back, showing only a mostly dark moon. It must be just before midnight right now.
Harry grinned and retreated to the ground. He threw a thick cord from his right hand into the tiny moon, and it swelled till it filled the whole night sky. He tried not to blush, but he could hear Jim in the background quacking at his mistake. Not like Harry had any rules or something on how to do this.
Reducing the power, he managed to get the moon down to only double the size he felt it should be. Harry sighed, it was not like he hated seeing the moon, he just thought he had better control than this. Moving and changing things must require less control than this detailed stuff.
Still, he had a way of determining real world time. As it was based on a thread near his neck, it should be accurate no matter where he lived.
Maybe he should setup some sort of monitoring post... "Hey Jim!"
The duck had finished quacking up over the moon job and waddled over.
Harry sat down, resting his sore arms. "What do you think about a monitoring system? Something that would let us know if something is happening to the red network, or maybe warn us if something happens while I am in here doing stuff?"
Jim seemed interested, and started walking over to where the tiny structures had been constructed. Pointing to a spot near the center, he nodded at Harry. "Quack. Quack?" Harry shrugged. "There is fine, any preference for the shape? Seems silly to just make a square house or something."
Jim winged over some team leaders and hey quacked over it. Turning back to Harry, he seemed pretty confident. "Quack."
He could only blink. "Uh. Sure." A wave and some green rope later and there was a fairly large and golden snail. Apparently the lake had REALLY made the snails a delicacy. With no real thought, Harry shrunk to duck height and walked in with Jim and team lead alpha and beta. It seemed nice enough, and he moved to one of the rooms near the back of the spiral shell.
Reaching inside himself, he searched for the green thread tied to the red network rope. Finding it, he pulled the connection into this room and encased it in green cords. As the light faded a red wire mesh filled this side room, with colored meshes in different rooms of the red network's model of the house. He of course was green, in the hell hole. Dudley and Vernon were both dim gray, and Petunia seemed to be a very light blue.
Harry blinked. It looked like Petunia had some sort of light too, although it was much weaker. Well, his mother, her sister, did have strong light. He supposed it was not too surprising that she had something.
He noticed the model became much less focused on the edges, and cars that passed appeared with blurs of gray as they passed by. Oddly there was another person with Petunia's light blue threads. Based on this map, it looked like Mrs Figg had a gift. Some of the tinnier cats seemed to also have dull brown threads. Odd.
Harry shrugged to himself and waved Jim forward, watching him assign team beta shift-work monitoring the red network. Who knew, it could be helpful one day. He moved to the next room and tried to think of a good way to do this.
He had once seen a tv show before Dudley had found out and told on him. The problem was that the display was so small, and the case was so large. Still, he was in a gold snail being followed by ducks, so why follow logic now? He created a sheet with his finest threads, so thin they were near invisibility. As they crisscrossed into a golden window, he felt inside for the connection of his eyes. After he had flooded them with light they worked amazingly well, able to see in near dark or overwhelming brightness, able to see threads of light with eyes open or closed. Reaching that connection, he tried to map how it felt and how it connected to the threads inside. Touching it with a cord, he was able to duplicate the output and pull it like a thick green cord out of his right hand. He shoved the cord into the screen from behind, and watched as the whole thing turned solid black.
Well crud. He reached behind it and felt the connection. It looked like it had only a partial connection, the visual at the moment. Increasing the number of threads touching them, he began bridging the gap. Looking at the front he saw the screen was now all white.
Harry sighed. Clearly it was now showing TOO MUCH data. In frustration he thumped the damn thing.
It flickered into perfect clarity, showing the red lines through his eyelids so the room around was visible almost in inverted colors. He sheepishly looked around, but thankfully Jim and the team leads had been checking the red network room. Trying to shake the embarrassment of losing his temper, he reached into himself and pushed a few extremely thin wisps of light from his body to make random sweeps of the room. At this tiny size they could move automatically without causing a drain to him, and every pass should leave an echo line image here.
Not quite sonar, but not bad. Even with closed eyes the room was pretty well mapped, especially since time probably moved faster here than in the real world. Harry turned to the door, "Hey Jim, I think we got the Visual Room set up in here. Should we get another team set with shift-work for it?"