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. Thank you very much for the kind reviews for the previous chapter!

The older boy left Harry's room and entered Helga's and Salazar's quarters, finding the four teachers in the living room. "Hello," he carefully addressed them in order not to give everyone a fright.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?" Salazar snapped at the boy, immediately drawing his wand in the process.

"I'm Harry; I'm sorry, I made a mistake; I meant to arrive here in the winter of the year when I was eleven."

Noticing that the boy was shivering and apparently in pain, Helga walked over to him, motioned him to sit down next to her on the sofa before she told the others, "Sal, put that wand away, of course this is Harry, and he seems to be ill. What's wrong, Leofost?"

Older Harry leaned into his mother's embrace. "I was in Potions, and the professor, Professor Snape, is a real git. He hates me, although I don't know why. Anyway, one of the Slytherins threw something into my cauldron, and it exploded all over me. We were only brewing a simple healing potion, but I don't know what he put into the potion to make it react the way it did."

"And what did your professor say?" Rowena enquired gently.

Eleven-year-old Harry leaned closer to Helga, absorbing the warmth of the contact from his mum. "He said something about fame isn't everything and know-it-alls, who think they can brew better than others or some such thing and told me to go to the hospital wing, but I preferred to come home. I can just go back to the lesson after I left, can't I?"

"If you can manage to time it better than this time, Thunderbolt," Salazar replied, smirking.

Helga threw her husband a glare. "Now shut up. Harry is in pain and has a fever, that's why he managed to arrive here at the wrong time, but it doesn't matter anyway."

"Shall I try to flash to the right time?" the boy enquired, glancing at his parents.

"You are not going anywhere but to bed," Helga answered sternly. "We need to assess what is wrong with you. Sal, I need you to analyse a sample of Harry's blood and to brew the antidote." She ushered Harry into a bed that she had just conjured next to her own, so that she could watch over him during the night and administer the antidote as soon as it was ready.

Salazar spend several hours checking the boy's blood for traces of poison or other ingredients but could only guess what the boy's problem was, hoping that his assumption would be correct. He just arrived with a few potions when little Harry woke up and decided to climb into his Mummy's bed. The child stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the new bed in the room and remembered the events of the previous evening.

"Come here, Leofost," Helga called him over immediately and told him that his older self had come home from the future because he was sick and that he would spend a day or two with them.

Harry spent the whole day sitting on the edge of the older Harry's bed, talking to his older self, who was able to tell him many interesting stories and give him lots of advice. He also helped Mummy Helga to care for his older self and even ate his meals with him.

"How old are you, little one?" older Harry asked, giving his younger self an assessing look.

"I'm four and half," little Harry replied proudly. "And you? And where do you come from? What is 'futcha'?"

Older Harry couldn't hide a smile. "The 'future' means the time that is ahead of you, for example when you'll be five or six or even eleven like I am. You and I, we have the ability to transform into a sand phoenix and travel through the sands of time. I stayed here with our parents until I became eleven and old enough to attend Hogwarts as a student. Then I flashed back to our original time, which is one thousand years farther into the future than you are now."

'What does he mean exactly?' little Harry thought frantically. He had hardly understood anything of what his older self told him. 'That sounds all very freaky. Won't they send me away when they notice that I'm even more of a freak?' he worried silently.

His older self suddenly started to laugh. "Are you perhaps worrying if our new parents will send you back to wherever you came from?" Seeing that the child gave him an anxious look, accompanied by a hardly recognizable nod, he continued, "Don't worry about that. They love you, and they will never send you away. Just look at me; I grew up here, and even now I'm always going to return here during the holidays because this is my home." 'Nobody in the future knows about that though,' he added as a silent thought. "Just behave normally, have confidence in our parents, and everything will be all right, you'll see."

Just then Helga entered the room, smiling at the two boys. "How are you feeling, Harry?" she addressed the older boy.

"I'm fine, Mum, and I think I could travel back safely now."

Little Harry couldn't help giggling when Helga rolled her eyes and told his older self sternly, "You will do no such a thing magorinc (young man). We have to wait until the potions wear off and to ensure that you are still well and able to return before we can talk about you travelling back." She remained pensive for a moment before she continued, "Why don't you stay through Christmas? The students just returned home today for their holidays, and tomorrow is Christmas Eve."

The older Harry sat up excitedly. "All right Mum, but can I teach you how they do Christmas in the future? It's just brilliant."

Helga and Harry laughed in anticipation. "Tell us please, Leofost, and we'll see what we can do to modernize it here a bit," Helga encouraged the excited boy, pulling little Harry close at the same time.

初めてのクリスマス

Two days later, older and younger Harry entered the Great Hall together with their parents, and little Harry stopped dead in his tracks. The Hall was decorated beautifully with a huge Christmas tree, lit with hundreds of small, twinkling stars. He looked at the tree in awe. 'Wow, that's so pretty,' he thought happily.

"You haven't even noticed the best part yet," his older self told him mischievously. "Look under the tree."

Harry did as his older self had advised him, seeing lots of presents piled under the tree, and his eyes grew bigger at the sight. "Oh, Father Christmas has come here!" he exclaimed happily, giving Mummy Rowena, who stood next to him, an unsure look.

"Yes Lufu, it seems that Father Christmas came during the night and brought presents for all of us. However, you'll need to eat your breakfast first, and then we can go look for your present," Rowena confirmed, smiling at the child's obvious excitement. She and the other teachers had spent most of the night trying to build a toy version of the future Hogwarts Express according to a short memory of older Harry, who had boarded the train at the beginning of the winter holidays in his first Hogwarts year when pretending to return to his Muggle relatives. As soon as he had boarded the train though he had transformed into his phoenix form and flashed back to the past to spend Christmas at home. Now everyone was very keen on seeing little Harry's reaction when he discovered his new train set.

Needless to say it was a huge success. Little Harry was over the moon with joy, especially as his older self was still there and helped him build the rails so that the Hogwarts Express could travel from London to Hogsmeade. The two boys spent the whole day playing with the train set and even invited the five students that had remained at the castle over the holidays to join them. Fortunately, the students enjoyed playing with them too and continued keeping little Harry company even after his older self had returned to the future on the day after Christmas.

ハリーと幸せの願い

Over the next few months, the four teachers intensified their efforts to teach Harry the subjects they had agreed to teach him when he had first arrived at the castle. Salazar finally began to teach Harry about Occlumency and Legilimency, while Helga taught him everything a four-year-old could understand about the magical world as well as reading, writing and arithmetic. Due to his position as Headmaster, Godric didn't have much free time during the day, but nevertheless he managed to teach Harry easy spells that the child was able to perform without a wand. Rowena continued teaching the boy the Animagus transformation. Now, as Harry had already seen his Animagus form when he saw his older self coming from the future, it was much easier for him to imagine becoming a phoenix.

Godric and Helga were very pleased as Harry managed very well with all tasks that were laid out for him. It was soon clear that he was a very intelligent and powerful child. However, Harry just couldn't manage to occlude his mind at all. Even if Salazar was very careful not to hurt the child when he entered his mind, the feeling of someone entering his mind was so unpleasant that Harry became very frustrated. One night, he couldn't keep his tears back when Helga sat down on the edge of his bed to read him a bedtime story.

"What's wrong, Leofost?" Helga asked astonished, carefully stroking the child's cheek.

"I can't do Occumency," Harry confided in a small voice. "Daddy always sees my thoughts, and sometimes it hurts." Seeing that Helga gave him a concerned look, he added, "Not much, only a 'lil bit."

"Leofost, does your head hurt right now?" Helga enquired gently, and when Harry gave her a slight nod, she quickly summoned a children's pain relieving potion, which she made Harry drink immediately. "I know that it's very difficult and it takes a lot of practice, Leofost. However, if it hurts each time you have your lessons and afterwards, we can cancel the lessons. You can still learn how to occlude your mind later when you're bigger," she told the child gently while brushing an errant strand of hair back.

Harry gratefully gave Helga a slight hug before he lay back and closed his eyes, falling asleep immediately. However, Harry's Occlumency abilities didn't improve much during the next lessons. One night, Helga woke up to a small figure standing next to her bed whispering, "Mummy, I'm wet."

Helga quickly cast a Lumos Charm, noticing Harry's absolutely terrified expression. She quickly got up and ushered the child into his bathroom, where she helped him take off the wet pyjamas, clean him up and put on the clean set of pyjamas she had summoned on the way through Harry's room. Then she led Harry to her own bed, making him lie down between Salazar and her.

"What happened, Leofost?" she asked softly.

Harry fought hard to keep the tears at bay that were gathering in his eyes, waiting to pour down his face any second. "I failed in Occumeny again. Today, Daddy saw the memory of the night my real mummy was killed," he whispered back in a hoarse voice. "Plus he saw some un-nice memories of my relatives I was with before coming here."

Helga nodded in understanding. Salazar had already filled her in about the horrible memories he had seen in his son's mind that afternoon.

"I'm sorry," Harry said suddenly, averting his eyes to the bed covers.

"Why are you sorry?" Helga asked, astonished.

"For wetting my bed like a baby," Harry replied, ashamed.

Helga took a deep breath before she gave the child a stern look. "Harry, that's not your fault. However, your Occlumency lessons are obviously bothering you much more than we thought they would. Therefore, I suggest that we suspend your lessons for the moment. We can pick them up again at a later time when they won't affect you as much." Seeing that Harry was giving her a hopeful look, she promised to talk to Salazar about the matter in the morning.

ハリーと幸せの願い

Harry's Animagus studies were progressing very slowly as well. Only a few days before his fifth birthday, Harry finally managed to transform his left hand into a light brown wing.

"Look Mummy Rowena!" Harry shouted excitedly jumping up and down waving his beautiful wing, showing Rowena.

"Very well done, Lufu," Rowena commended the child giving him a hug. "That was the most difficult part of the Animagus transformation. Now that you've managed the first step, you will be, in a matter of a few weeks or months, able to transform your other limbs as well."

Salazar was very disappointed that Harry obviously hadn't inherited his natural talent of Occlumency. However, he could understand his wife's worries about the child and cancelled the Occlumency lessons for a year or two when he might be able to cope with the memories a bit better. "Maybe you can try again next year," Helga had suggested, and Salazar had grudgingly agreed.

Instead, Salazar decided to start teaching the child easy Potions, hoping that Harry would be more adept at his own favourite subject. He spent many hours searching through all his potions books and even inventing new potions in order to stock a 'Toddler's Potions Kit' for Harry, containing a small cauldron, harmless ingredients, and a few recipes that could be brewed with the ingredients in the kit and that sounded interesting to a child like one for fruit drops. The kit also held the necessary tools that Salazar had made especially for Harry's small hands. Harry was thrilled when he received the Potions kit for his fifth birthday.

During the next several weeks, Salazar spent every free minute showing Harry how to brew the easy potions that they could do with Harry's Potions kit. At first, Harry was a bit apprehensive, remembering his experiences with the Occlumency lessons. However, Harry soon noticed that he really liked brewing potions together with his Daddy. At first, Salazar took his Potions kit from him, placed it next to an empty cauldron on the table, and ordered him to sit down on a high chair in front of his kit before he sat down next to him. Harry then watched intensely as Salazar took a recipe and some ingredients out of the kit and showed him how to prepare the ingredients. 'What is the difference between 'cut', 'chop', and 'crush'?' the child thought confused, watching eagerly how his Daddy mixed all ingredients together, explained everything as he went, and getting a colourless liquid in the end.

Salazar turned the flame down to allow the potion to simmer for a while and turned to Harry. "Now, was that difficult Thunderbolt? Next time, we'll do it together, all right?"

"All right," Harry nodded eagerly though he still had many questions left.

"What do you prefer, Thunderbolt, lemon or raspberry?" Salazar enquired, giving the child a questioning look.

"What's raspberry?" Harry returned uncertainly.

"You don't know what a raspberry is?" Salazar asked astonished before he made up his mind and ushered the child out of the room. "Let's go and get some raspberries, Thunderbolt."

Harry warily followed the man into the dark forest that started directly where the Hogwarts grounds ended. 'Mummy Helga and Mummy Rowena told me not to go into the forest because it's very dangerous,' Harry thought anxiously but didn't have a chance to voice his hesitance as he had a hard time trying to keep up with the teacher's fast pace. A few minutes later, they reached a clearance where he saw many bushes with red berries all over them. Salazar handed him a bucket and instructed him only to pick the ripe, red berries and put them into the bucket. Harry got to his work obediently, startled when Salazar, who busied himself at a different bush, suddenly shouted, "Thunderbolt, Don't forget to nibble as many as you put in the bucket!"

Harry gave the man an astonished glance and hesitantly put one of the berries into his mouth, noticing that it was delicious. He ate more of the tasty berries as he dutifully put every second berry into his mouth like his Daddy had told him. Just when he felt as though he couldn't eat any more berries because his belly began to ache, Salazar, thankfully, told him that it was time to head back to the castle.

Back in the potions lab, Salazar threw a cleaning Spell on the berries before he placed a handful of them in front of the child, telling him to mash them, so that they could mix the mush into the potion. Harry watched in awe as the potion changed to a light red colour. Salazar showed him a plate with many small rectangular openings, which he filled with the potion and put it aside to let it cool down. To Harry's amazement, an hour later, they were able to take the small fruit drops out of the plate. Encouraged by his Daddy, he put one in his mouth, finding it absolutely delicious, and gifting his daddy with a wide smile that lit up his face.

Over the next few weeks, Salazar and Harry always made fruit drops after a trip to the forest in order to pick fruits. They also tried out several kinds of tasty flavours that Harry could add to his milk at breakfast. Later in autumn, however, there weren't any more berries available, so they were only able to use apples or pears for their drops. During this time, Harry had become proficient in brewing fruit drops, and one day Salazar suggested, "Would you like to make some pear drops for Mummy Helga and Mummy Rowena for Christmas?"

"Yes!" Harry shouted excitedly. "Can we do that? Please! When is Christmas? Will Father Christmas come to visit me again this year? Will my older Harry come again too?"

Salazar laughed at the child's excitement. "I don't think that your older self will come again this year since that time was only a mistake. I'm not sure if Father Christmas will come again. Do you think he will?"

"I have been a good boy, haven't I?" Harry asked quietly, anxiously glancing up into the obsidian eyes looking at him.

"Oh, let me ask Mummy Helga and Mummy Rowena about that," Salazar teased him playfully. "By the way, we should clean up here and head to the Great Hall for dinner before they miss us. We can make the pear drops tomorrow."

Harry agreed immediately and hurried to help clean up the lab. The next day, however, he was feeling a bit under the weather, and he didn't want to admit that to anyone, knowing that Helga wouldn't allow him to brew potions if he wasn't feeling well. As soon as he was sitting in front of the empty cauldron however, he realized that his head hurt too much to concentrate on brewing properly, especially since it was making him feel a bit dizzy too. He turned to his Daddy and hesitantly asked, "Daddy Salazar, do we have to brew the fruit drops today?"

Salazar gave him an astonished glance. "No, we don't have to do that today, but how come you don't want to? I thought you liked brewing."

Not exactly knowing why he felt inclined to lie to his Daddy, Harry answered, "Yes, I love it. It's just… I'm a bit tired today,"

"Ah, all right; then it's better not to brew a potion. Brewing is very dangerous, and you can only brew if you're fully awake and fit. In fact, I'm proud of you, Thunderbolt, for making a responsible and mature decision. Let's go for a walk instead. There is something I'd like to show you," Salazar suggested, and Harry agreed relieved.

Salazar led the child up into his and Helga's quarters and into a small room behind their bathroom that Harry had never noticed being there before. With a mumbled incantation, Salazar made another door appear in the wall, and he motioned Harry to follow him a few steps down into the dark passageway, while he went ahead quickly. When Harry started down the steps he suddenly felt very cold and started shivering so much that he couldn't prevent himself from slipping on the slippery, clammy stones. 'Oh no, I'm falling!' he thought in panic but couldn't prevent himself tumbling down the steps. The last thing he heard, before he lost consciousness, was his Daddy shouting, "Thunderbolt!"

tbc...

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