The Founding of Happiness
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! Time travel!

It is my story, and I intend to write it the way I want it. If you don't like it, don't read it.
Reviews are very welcome, as they inspire my muse.

The next day, the snowman building contest they had originally planned for the day before took place. Although Helga had told Harry that morning that it was Christmas day, to Harry's great astonishment there was no Christmas tree like the one at the Dursleys' that he had caught a glimpse of when he was being carried up the stairs to get his nappy changed. 'It's strange. When is Father Christmas going to come and bring presents to the students? They surely must be good boys and girls to go to such a great school,' Harry thought with some confusion. However, he still was not comfortable enough with his new situation to ask, and the fact that he had travelled nearly a thousand years into the past where people still did not know what a Christmas tree was or a present bringing Father Christmas confused Harry tremendously.

He was much more alert today than the day before, and at breakfast, he even hesitantly talked to the five students that had remained in the castle during the holidays. The two girls introduced themselves as Elfrieda from Hufflepuff and Hildred from Ravenclaw. The three boys were Aldwin and Osmond from Slytherin, and Leofric from Gryffindor.

"What's it mean to be 'from Gyffow'?" Harry asked softly, giving Rowena, who was sitting on his left side, an enquiring look.

"We have so many students that we can't look after all of them at the same time. Therefore, we have divided them into four Houses, and each House has the family name of the person who is responsible for it," Rowena explained patiently, while Helga unsuccessfully tried to feed Harry some more of his breakfast.

When everyone had finished their breakfast, Helga conjured a warm snowsuit for Harry, wrapping the child into it before she cast an additional warming Charm on the suit and took him outside into the snow, where she sat him down. Harry looked around and watched the students and teachers build snowmen, happily gripping the nice, white mass in his small fingers. 'I like snow,' he thought. 'It's very nice. But it's a bit cold on my hands,' he thought and looked pleased at his warm outfit. The snowsuit was white and was decorated with little dragons in different colours that opened their mouths to make roaring sounds from time to time.

Harry giggled. 'That's funny,' he thought happily as he rubbed one of the dragon's head. Suddenly, he closed his eyes and thought back to his cupboard and how he had managed to get here, where ever here was. 'Dear Father Christmas, thank you so much for helping me. I am the happiest boy in the whole wide world now. And whenever you need my help, just call me. This is the bestest Christmas ever,' he thought gratefully.

Too soon, it became boring just sitting in the same spot not being able to move anywhere, and Harry let himself fall onto his hands and somehow managed to crawl his way through the snow to Rowena and Helga, who were making a sculpture of Harry only a few steps from where Harry had been sitting. The two women showered him with praise, commending the child for learning to crawl so fast. 'I managed to crawl,' Harry thought delighted. 'I can move myself wherever I want to now.'

Due to the exertion of crawling for the first time, moreover in the snow, Harry's eyes drooped closed, and he fell asleep quickly. Rowena quickly picked him up to let him sleep in her arms until the snowman contest was finished. However, the fresh air, and the crawling had made Harry so tired that he slept through lunch and did not wake up until dinner without stirring when he was passed from one person to another throughout the whole afternoon.

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Later that evening, the four founders sat together in Godric's office and discussed what to do with the little tyke when school was going to commence again after the holidays.

"I suppose I'll have to invent a Charm, which makes us able to speak in Harry's language and dialect of the future," Rowena suggested.

"Yes, that's absolutely necessary," Godric agreed immediately. "I don't think that it would be good if he returned to the future speaking in our language and dialect. If you listen to him, even if the lytling is not good at speaking yet, you'll see that his language seems to be slightly different from ours."

"I'd like to know whom he grew up with so far and how he managed to arrive here." Helga spoke up, grimly. "I haven't seen a lytling being as neglected as Harry. But he seems to catch on quickly; he even managed to crawl in the snow this morning, and he has healed very well. Normally children can walk around their first birthday; although I don't know how long it will take him to learn to stand and walk. He also seems to be more confident speaking with us, although he still flinches back badly when I touch him," she informed the others.

"I am inclined to use Legilimency on Thunderbolt," Salazar threw in.

"On who?" Rowena asked incredulously, rolling her eyes at her colleague's new nickname for the child.

"Don't you dare using Legilimency on the lytling, Sal," Helga said threateningly, giving her husband a menacing glance.

"Maybe the idea has merit; in order to help him we should know what has happened in his past and that would be the only way," Godric agreed with the taller man. "All right, Sal, you can teach the lytling Occlumency and Legilimency. Maybe it'll be easier for him if he learns it at such a young age. But be careful not to hurt him."

"I shall not hurt Thunderbolt," Salazar promised grudgingly.

Suddenly, Fawkes started to trill a happy sounding phoenix melody, leaving everyone looking at Godric in expectation. #The nestling is a sand phoenix although it will take many egg turns for him to discover the power of his phoenix form.#

"According to Fawkes, Leo is a sand phoenix, whatever that means," Godric translated impatiently.

"What it means is that we have to teach him the Animagus transformation, haven't we, Fawkes?" Rowena quickly interrupted her husband, giving Fawkes an expectant glance.

#Exactly, Madam Know-it-all# Fawkes answered boldly, receiving an evil look from the Headmaster.

"Let me take notes so we can refer or add to if needed," Godric said, taking up a quill, and wrote on the parchment in front of him:

Leo's Lessons:

Now:
Occlumency, Legilimency – Salazar
Animagus Transformation – Rowena
Life in the magical world, walking, potty training – Helga
Reading, writing, easy magic – Godric

Later:
Potions – Salazar
Charms, Transfiguration – Rowena
Sword fighting, horseback riding – Godric
Healing, History of Magic – Helga
School secrets – who ever sees fit

"Where exactly is Lufu going to stay? So far, he has spent the nights in your room, Helga, hasn't he?" Rowena enquired.

"Yes, I let him sleep in our bed because he was sick," Helga replied. "I'll conjure a crib for him on the wall next to our bed, and he can sleep there until he is bigger, all right, Sal?" She gave her husband a pleading glance, receiving a grudging nod as reply.

"He can sleep in our room as well, and later on he can get his own room just between our quarters," Godric added. "We shall conjure a door in the entrance hall to our quarters just between our doors, leading to his room.

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When Helga woke up in the morning, she looked over to the crib that she had conjured for Harry the evening before, and was horrified to see Harry standing in his crib, holding onto the bars as if they were a lifeline, with huge tears running down his cheeks, and he was silently sobbing. She quickly stepped over to the child and gently picked him up, noticing that he flinched back as usual, and cuddled him close to her when he allowed her to.

"Oh my Leofost, what's wrong on this beautiful morning?" she enquired softly, carefully wiping away the tears. "Did you see bad things in your dream?"

Harry nodded slowly. "Ye, seed a bad dweam," he whispered so softly that it was barely audible.

Helga sat down on her own bed, cradling the child close. "Can you tell me what the dream was about, Leofost?" she asked gently.

Harry's lower lip trembled as if he was going to cry again. He answered in a very small voice, "A bad man comed and much gween light maked Mummy no move anymowe."

Helga listened to the child's small voice, 'Is that true? Can it be that he witnessed his mother's death?' horrified by the thought what he saw may have actually happened earlier in his young life. 'The poor lytling.'

Salazar suddenly spoke to Harry, after hearing him tell Helga of his dream, "Hey Thunderbolt, would you mind sharing your dream with Daddy Salazar?"

Harry gave him an anxious look. 'Is he my Daddy now? Does that mean the kind lady is my new Mummy? I'd like that,' he thought, giving the man a short nod, before he nestled deeper in Helga's robes.

Helga turned to her husband. "Are you sure that you want to do Legilimency on the lytling?" At his nod, she responded with, "Please be very careful not to hurt him."

"Look, Thunderbolt, I'm going to enter your mind, but I shall be very careful. If I hurt you, please tell me so, and I'll stop immediately. All right?" Salazar asked in a soft voice.

Harry gave the friendly man a small nod. 'It must be horrible, if he speaks so much before doing anything,' he thought frightened. 'They don't speak so funny anymore. But what is he going to do to me?' Suddenly, the pictures of the dream he had witnessed a short while ago started to flash through his mind again, followed by pictures of his former home, his cupboard, and the Dursleys. A few minutes later, he felt that he other presence that had been in his mind for a short time left with an almost comforting embrace.

"Are you all right, Leofost?" Helga enquired, giving him a concerned look. "Does your head hurt?"

Harry slowly shook his head. 'It hurts a bit, but not much,' he thought, being used to much worse from his stay at the Dursleys.

In the meantime, Salazar had retrieved his Pensieve and busied himself putting the memories which he had seen in Harry's mind into the Pensieve. "You should watch the memories together with Rowena and Godric," he suggested to his wife before he turned to Harry once more. "You did that very well, Thunderbolt, thank you," he commended the child, who gave him a small smile in return.

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Over the next few weeks, Harry re-learned to walk quickly, which wasn't very difficult as he had already been able to stand and walk at the time when his parents had died. His speaking abilities had greatly improved and expanded since Rowena invented a Charm, which made everyone in the castle, to Harry at least, speak normal, modern English of one thousand years into the future. At the end of the winter holidays, Harry did not even need a nappy anymore.

One day, Harry had a big fright. He toddled slowly behind Rowena down the huge staircase to the Entrance Hall, his mind circling around the beautiful back raven into which Rowena had transformed in front of his eyes. The raven had been able to communicate with him, and Rowena had told him afterwards that he, Harry, after a lot of practice, would be able to transform into a phoenix like Fawkes. Rowena had even promised to teach Harry and show him how it worked. When they arrived in front of the Great Hall, Harry was pulled out of his musings. He happily entered the Hall after Rowena, longing to tell Helga about the pretty raven, when he stopped dead in his tracks. Instead of the five students that had sat at the Head table with the teachers during the holidays, a few hundred students were occupying the Great Hall, sitting at four long House tables.

"What's wrong, Lufu?" Rowena asked, noticing that the child was not following anymore.

"Dewe awe so many tudens," Harry replied confused.

"Oh, yes Harry, today the other students arrived back from their holidays. Don't worry, they are all as nice as the five students, whom you met over the holidays," Rowena explained patiently, knowing that Harry adored the five students, who had often played with him several times during the last two weeks.

'All right, then it must be okay. I will stay close to the nice lady anyway,' Harry thought and hurried to keep up with Rowena, walking as close to the teacher as he possibly could without falling.

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Over the next several months, Harry became used to living in the huge castle and having two sets of parents. During the day, he often stayed with Helga, who had fewer lessons than the others since she was taking care of the injured and sick students. Once the lessons for the day were over, Rowena, Godric, or Salazar often took him out onto the grounds and taught him to ride a pony or to swim in the lake that was on the castle grounds. If the weather did not permit them to go outside they would go to the come-and-go room for his swimming lessons. Harry, who adored the students, would sometimes be asked to join in some of their games. At night, Harry would stay either with Helga and Salazar or with Rowena and Godric, having a crib in both of their rooms.

One day, Harry was giving Helga a hard time because he did not want to eat his vegetables and was refusing to eat them by clamping his mouth shut and shaking his head no, with tears streaming out of his eyes, when Salazar arrived, holding something large behind his back. "Look, Harry, what Daddy Salazar has for you," he addressed the child that was sobbing without making a sound.

"Harry may not have anything until his vegetables are gone completely," Helga told her husband sternly.

With a completely disgusted face Harry put a small pea in his mouth, gagging at the taste, earning himself a pitying smile from Salazar, who didn't like vegetables either and often enough had also been forced by his wife to eat something he despised.

"Now, that's not funny, little man. Do not dare puke on the table. I want your plate empty in five minutes," Helga strictly instructed the child. "And stop the sniffing immediately; you have no reason to cry over a few vegetables."

'It's disgusting; I don't want to eat it. It makes my stomach feel icky. Oh, I wished my plate was already empty,' Harry thought desperately, watching the vegetables disappear from his plate in a blink.

"Ha ha, a brilliant show of accidental magic," Salazar laughed, quietening immediately after a warning glance from his wife.

"Harry James Potter! What do you think you're doing?" Helga scolded the child, while Rowena and Godric were apparently trying to hide their amusement, looking at the child with proud expressions on their faces. "All right, you won't be allowed to eat your desert now; instead you will return home for your nap early." Helga stood up and took Harry out of his seat, making him hurry after her up to her office beside the hospital room, where she put the child into his playpen for his nap.

"I'm sowwy," Harry mumbled tiredly when Helga tucked him in.

"You were very naughty, but I love you nonetheless, Leofost," Helga answered, placing a kiss on the boy's forehead.

"Love you too, Mummy," Harry just managed to get out before his eyes drooped close and his breathing evened out, leaving Helga to wonder if she had heard correctly what the child called her.

Harry woke up a few hours later to a discussion between Helga and Salazar. "You cannot give him a broom yet, Sal; he's only two," Helga insisted.

'A broom?' Harry thought confused. 'Do they want me to clean? Aunt Tunia wanted me to clean one of the rooms but I couldn't because I couldn't walk at that time,' he remembered the very embarrassing event at the Dursleys.

"He'll be three in two months' time, and look at the broom, Helga; it's made for lytlings," Salazar countered. Seeing that Harry had just opened his eyes, he turned to the child. "Look Thunderbolt, Daddy Salazar has a broomstick for you. Shall we go flying?"

'Flying on a broomstick like the big students?' Harry thought excitedly and gave Salazar an enthusiastic nod. "Yes please, Daddy Salazar."

"All right then Thunderbolt, promise Mummy Helga that you'll be very careful."

Harry turned to Helga. "I be vewy cawefu, pwomise."

Helga scooped the child up in her arms. "All right, Leofost; I'll be watching you through the window." She gave him a kiss and handed him over to Salazar.

An hour later, the whole school knew that Harry was a very talented flyer, and he was even allowed to join the younger students playing catch in the air. Suddenly, images of his smaller self riding in front of his daddy on a large broom, flying after a golden Snitch popped up in his mind. He quickly flew down to the ground, landing in front of Salazar, who was watching Harry and the students play. "Hawwy haww Nitch?" he asked the man softly.

"A nitch? What's a nitch, Thunderbolt?" Salazar enquired confused, noticing that the child looked straight into his eyes as to invite him to do Legilimency. "You want me to watch something?" he confirmed, seeing that Harry gave him a short nod. Very carefully as not to hurt the child he entered his mind.

"A golden Snitch," Salazar said thoughtfully, having seen a few scenes about Quidditch in Harry's mind. "Harry, we don't have a Snitch here, but I promise we'll invent it for you."

Harry gave his new father an enthusiastic nod and was back up in the air in a blink. During the next few weeks, Helga, Godric, and Salazar worked together to 'invent' Quidditch. Not only Harry but also many students were delighted to learn the new sport, and soon became proficient at it. To Harry's great pleasure, the teachers planned a huge Quidditch tournament that took place on the last weekend of the school year at the beginning of June. Everyone, who wanted to play, was allowed to participate, and all the teachers except for Rowena, who greatly disliked flying, joined the teams. Harry however, was so small, that he only received Helga's permission to play after all teams had promised to be very careful not to hit him with a Bludger.

Harry wasn't able to fly as fast as the much older students but he was very quick to find the Snitch, which he absolutely adored, and the team decided immediately to let him play Seeker. Harry was over the moon with joy when he managed to win two games in a row for his team. 'I like flying so much, and the Snitch is really beautiful,' he thought, adoring his favourite little ball before he handed it over to Rowena, who quickly ended the game.

However, during the last game of the tournament, which took place on Sunday afternoon, Harry suddenly felt very tired. 'Oh, I should have taken a nap after lunch, but I wanted to have fun. I'm so tired,' he thought, desperately trying to keep his eyes open. Distracted only for a few seconds, he somehow lost the grip on his broom completely, and the students and teachers on the ground watched in horror as the little tyke tumbled down in a free fall.

tbc...

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