Elixir for Christmas - My Advent's Calendar story 2015
by Healer Pomfrey

All recognizable characters belong to J. K. Rowling, and I am not earning anything by writing this story.
I am not a native speaker of English. Please excuse my mistakes.

COMPLETELY AU! Partly OOC.

It is my story, and I intend to write it the way I want it.
If you don't like it, go and find something else to read or write your own story to your liking!


12 December (1992)

To Harry's relief, Dumbledore did not summon him again, even if he had the impression that the headmaster always followed him with his eyes when they were in the Great Hall at the same time.

His friends did not question him after their visit in the headmaster's office, and Harry felt extremely grateful for it, even if he knew that they probably had many questions.

One day towards the end of Harry's first Hogwarts year, Severus once summoned him to his office.

'What did I do now?' Harry wondered, horrified, as his father had never summoned him to his office before. However, to his relief, he realised soon that he had not done anything wrong.

Severus taught him a spell and made him practise a few times, before he told him, "I've come to the conclusion that Professor Quirrell must be possessed by the Dark Lord, which is probably the reason why you get headaches when Quirrell is around. Anyway, you'll have to cast this spell at Quirrell's head." Apparently noticing Harry's shocked expression, he added in a soothing voice, "You won't have to cast it alone, son. I'll be with you and cast the spell together with you. I'll call you when the time is right."

Harry agreed, knowing that he could fully rely on his father, and very late one evening, Harry and Severus waited in the entrance hall for Quirrell to come back from a stroll into the forbidden forest, both of them hidden underneath their invisibility jumpsuits and inside a silencing charm.

"Now," Severus said, when Quirrell finally entered the entrance hall.

Harry immediately cast the spell, putting as much magic in it as he could, only to see a black cloud emerge from the back of the professor's head, while the teacher slumped onto the ground, unconscious. The black cloud obviously tried to flee from the professor, however, suddenly, it let out a horrendous scream, before it exploded into non-existence.

"Very well done, Harry," Severus commended his son and made sure that Harry was only tired but otherwise all right. "Go to bed now, I need to make myself visible and take Quirrell to the hospital wing."

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While Harry spent all of his free time together with his three friends studying either in the library or in the Great Hall, he usually returned to his dormitory an hour before curfew. Even if he was certain that his friends wondered why he always went to bed so early, he could not help the situation, as he wanted to spend at least that one hour per day to assist Nicholas with his research.

Therefore, Harry was relieved when the summer holidays began and he could spend most of the day in the lab. On the other hand, he was sad to not be able to see his friends for such a long time. Nicholas offered that he could invite his friends to visit him for a few weeks, however, Harry wanted to achieve the goal that Nicholas had set to them before allowing a distraction like a possible visit of his friends to occur.

One day, a sudden idea struck his mind. A few years ago, Nicholas had guided him through the process of making his own Philosopher's stone, and so far, both of them had based all their research on the use of either of their two identical stones. 'What if I develop a new stone specifically for this purpose?' Harry suddenly thought and, unbeknownst to Nicholas, began to research in this direction.

While his family believed that he was researching the new type of elixir and Nicholas and Severus were wondering why he did not require their assistance, Harry emerged from his lab on one of the last days of the holidays, showing his family a purple stone, which he introduced as the Protection stone.

"I don't have the potion yet," he admitted, sighing, "but I think that we should be able to easily develop it now that we have this stone. In contrary to the Philosopher's stone, its ingredients are charmed in a way that it gives protection to injuries and curses instead of death of old age. Maybe we can simply use the recipe for the elixir of life using this stone to get the potion, but I haven't tried yet."

"That should work," Nicholas spoke up, thoughtfully skimming Harry's notes for the Protection stone. "I believe it would be wise for you to take the elixir from this stone, considering that Voldemort isn't gone and definitely is a threat to you due to the prophecy. Just remember that you must take it once a week just like Perenelle and I am taking the usual elixir."

"Shouldn't we be able to change the potion in a way so that you and Harry would only have to take it once a month?" Severus suggested, raising an eyebrow at the oldest wizard of the time.

'One day, when I don't have anything more urgent to research, I'll make an elixir for them which they only have to take once,' Harry thought, as he retired to his lab to make a first attempt for the elixir from the Protection stone.

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By the beginning of the new school year, Harry felt relieved because he had been able to brew the potion, for which he and his grandfather had been researching a whole year. According to the tests which he had observed Severus perform on dozens of rats, the potion was supposed to immunize the drinker against all kinds of injuries as well as spells going as far as the unforgivable curses.

'I only have to remember to take it on the first each month,' he thought, feeling very grateful towards his Dad, who had managed to improve the purple variation of the elixir. 'I'd prefer it though if I wouldn't need it at all,' he thought, sighing as he recalled the prophecy about himself and Voldemort.

As happy as he was with his success, he felt bad towards his friends, as he had merely sent owls to them once a week, however, had not taken the time to invite them to Hogwarts according to his original plan.

'Oh well, I'll make up for it and tell them the truth about my identity,' he resolved, as he made himself comfortable in an empty compartment about an hour before the Hogwarts Express was going to leave King's Cross. Soon, his friends joined them, and to Harry's relief, Susan and her friend Hannah took the remaining seats in the compartment before Ronald Weasley could make another attempt at joining and befriending Harry.

"Still siding with unworthy Gryffindors?" Draco came by to greet them, however, Harry knew that the blonde boy had changed a lot during their first Hogwarts year and that his question was nothing more than a joke.

"Well, the Sorting Hat told me that Dumbledore had instructed him to sort me into Gryffindor, but the Hat decided to ignore his order," Harry replied, grinning, causing his friends to stare at him in clear disbelief.

"The headmaster interferes with the Sorting?" Hermione asked, incredulously.

"He should know better than to make such attempts," Daphne agreed, shaking her head in apparent annoyance.

"Harry, where have you been during the holidays?" Neville spoke up, giving his friend a questioning look, as soon as Draco had left.

"I'm sorry, I meant to invite you over during the holidays, but I was very busy doing some research," Harry explained to his friends, promising to tell them more after dinner on the first day of classes. "I don't want to speak about it here right now," he added in a small voice.

"Oh well, announcing any secret on the Hogwarts Express would equal a post in the Daily Prophet I think," Susan commented, dryly, causing Harry to agree, grimacing.

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As promised, Harry led his three best friends into the founders' quarters the following evening in order to tell them everything about himself.

"Harry, where are we going?" Hermione asked in confusion, when Harry led them towards an unused corridor behind the hospital wing instead of the library.

"To my home," Harry replied, smiling, as he motioned his friends inside the founders' quarters and right into the living room.

After instructing them to take a seat, he made everyone promise that they would not reveal anything of what he was going to tell them to anyone.

Everyone made their promise, before Harry finally explained how Hogwarts had brought him here at the age of six and told him that he was the heir of two founders, while Nicholas Flamel and Severus Snape were also descendants of founders.

"Ever since then I grew up here with the Flamels and Professor Snape," he added, smiling. "A few years ago, the Flamels adopted me, and I officially changed my name to Harry Flamel."

"Harry Flamel?" Daphne repeated, alert. "You're the inventor of the brooms and the werewolf elixir?" she asked in apparent disbelief.

"Yes," Harry admitted, smiling. "As I didn't want anyone to know though, because I didn't want the fame, I registered with Hogwarts under my birth name. Oh well, I guess it didn't help much though," he added, causing everyone to laugh.

They discussed the matter for a few more minutes, before Sirius and Remus suddenly stepped out of the fireplace, chuckling at the children's surprised expressions.

"May I introduce my godfathers, Sirius Black and Remus Lupin, the owners of Flamels Brooms," Harry said, pleasantly, causing the discussion to become so loud that Nicholas, Perenelle and even Severus showed up to enquire for the reason of the unusual noise.

While Lisa served butterbeer and snacks for everyone, Harry introduced his friends to his family, feeling extremely happy. Only when Severus reminded the children that curfew was going to begin in fifteen minutes, Harry motioned his friends to follow him.

"I just want to introduce you to Hogwarts," he announced, leading them into the Parlour.

"Hello Hogwarts, I'd like to introduce my friends to you," he spoke up, looking at a spot at the wall that was near the ceiling and had a tiny window with colourful glass in it. He always looked at that spot when talking with the castle in the Parlour, even if he did not know why.

"Ah Harry, it's about time that you bring your friends to me," Hogwarts replied in her gentle voice, before she welcomed Neville, Hermione and Daphne.

To everyone's surprise, she then addressed Hermione. "Hermione, you're going to get into big trouble and are about to draw in the whole school," she said in a grave voice. "You must give the black diary to Severus or the headmaster or Nicholas and demand that they destroy it. It contains very bad dark magic."

Harry, Daphne and Neville stared at their friend in surprise.

"Hogwarts, are you sure?" Hermione enquired in apparent shock. "I love the book," she added in a small voice.

"You must give it away, and now all of you hurry to your common rooms. Curfew is about to begin," Hogwarts replied in a gentle but firm voice.

"Bring the book tomorrow after the last afternoon class, and we can give it to Nicholas," Harry instructed his friend, as they hurried back to the entrance hall, where they departed to head to Gryffindor and Slytherin.

tbc...

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