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!
"This is the back garden of the Dursleys' home. We're here because there is a charm that we need to put on them so they believe that you have lived with them since Dumbledore left you here in case he sends someone to enquire about you," older Harry explained patiently, before he motioned his younger self to peer into the kitchen's window, where he saw the three Dursleys surrounding the table having breakfast. "Now, I will say the incantation, but I need you to put your magic into my Charm, so that nobody, not even Dumbledore, will be able to break it. He might be more powerful than me, but together we are stronger than everyone else. Do you understand?"
"I understand, let's do it then," Harry confirmed, watching his older self closely.
Older Harry muttered something, and his younger self directed as much magic as he could muster through his right arm into the Charm, feeling a bit exhausted afterwards. 'They seem so horrible; I'm glad that I left this place and found my home at Hogwarts in the past,' he mused while he watched his older self transform back into his phoenix form.
Suddenly, older Harry changed back into his human form. "No Harry," he told the younger boy. "This time, you will flash us back to the castle. Take us back to your room, so that we arrive on the second of September 1991 between six and seven o'clock in the morning."
"All right," Harry agreed and transformed. Noticing that his older self was holding his tail feathers, he concentrated on the requested place and time and flashed away, glad when they safely landed in his room.
"Harry, you did great," older Harry commended him, before he said, "Now, I have to return to the future. You know where you can find me in case you have any problems, and you know how you can flash back into the past if you need our parents. In the drawer of your desk, you will find a diary. Write everything important in there, complete with the date and time, and I will come back from the future to help you if you need help. Good luck, Harry!" He transformed and flashed away in a small splash of sand.
Harry looked at the clock on the wall and noticed that it was already time to head for breakfast. 'I should have come back an hour earlier to rest for a while,' Harry thought as a jaw cracking yawn escaped him.
ハリーと幸せの願い
On his way to the Great Hall he met a few students, whom he had seen at the Sorting ceremony the day before. One of them stepped over to him immediately upon seeing him and extended his hand. "Hello, I am Draco Malfoy. Are you going to sit at the Slytherin table this morning? It would definitely be better for a pureblood Potter to choose a seat with others who are pureblood rather than sitting with a Mudblood who is beneath his status."
Harry frowned at the boy with hair so blonde it appeared to be white and silver eyes. "I don't know what you mean, Malfoy, but I can decide for myself where I want to sit."
Before he could turn away, another boy raised his voice. "Don't listen to him, Potter. Nevertheless, we'd like to invite you to our table this morning. Since you belong to all houses, you should change tables at every meal. My name is Blaise Zabini, by the way."
"I fully intend to do so," Harry replied, trying to sound more self-confident than he actually felt, "and if you don't mind, I will join you for breakfast this morning."
A few minutes into breakfast, Professor Snape came to the Slytherin table to distribute the time tables. After handing a pile of parchment to the prefects so that they could give them out to the older students, he came to the first years, explaining to each how to read them. The professor was just turning away to return to the head table, when Blaise called him back. "Professor, Potter still doesn't have a time table."
"He has to get it from his head of house," the professor sneered, giving Harry a menacing look.
"He doesn't have a head of house, since he belongs to all houses," the girl, who was sitting on Harry's left side, explained, causing the teacher's look to intensify.
"That's not my problem," he said coldly and returned to his seat at the head table.
A few minutes later, during which Harry's neighbours did their best to comfort the uncertain boy, who had understood the teacher's look as one of poor hatred, Minerva walked over to the Slytherin table and stood behind Harry. "Here's your time table, Mr. Potter. I put you together with the Slytherin and Gryffindor first years," she said crisply, making Harry sigh in relief.
"Was it all right to sit here this morning?" he asked shyly, giving the older teacher an anxious glance.
"Of course, Mr. Potter, and I appreciate it very much that you change tables each meal, considering that you belong to all houses. You should also visit each of the common rooms. You can either ask the teachers or your classmates to take you to the common rooms, so you know their locations as well as their passwords," Minerva replied gently.
"All right; thank you, Professor," Harry said relieved, knowing that the castle would let him in to all rooms without knowing any passwords, and followed his classmates up to the Transfiguration classroom. He took a seat next to Blaise, waving Hermione over to his other side when she entered the classroom alone. In order not to give himself away, he did not try to do the easy Transfiguration spell properly immediately; instead he only did it correctly when the professor called on him towards the end of the lesson. He easily transfigured the toothpick into a needle and was commended gently.
"It's such a pity that I can't give you house points," Minerva told the boy, giving him a proud smile, leaving Harry to wonder why she was so friendly to him although he wasn't really even in her house.
スネープ先生との出会い
Thirty minutes later, Harry found himself in the Potions classroom, once more sitting between Blaise Zabini and Hermione Granger and worriedly awaiting the professor's arrival. After a monologue about the art of the brewing of Potions that would have made Salazar proud, the teacher turned to him like his older self had said he would, sneering something about 'our new celebrity', before he began to ask him the three questions, about which older Harry had warned him.
Seeing that Harry seemed to know much more than he would have expected from a Muggle raised first year student, the teacher gave up and ordered the students to open their books. Harry soon felt a presence trying to enter his thoughts and immediately occluded his mind like Salazar had taught him again and again. 'What does he think he's doing?' Harry mused angrily, feverishly thinking about what Salazar had told him about showing people false pictures to mislead them.
'Well, let's have him some fun,' Harry decided and shoved one memory in front of the image of a sand dune, which he used to lock his mind off against uninvited visitors.
Only a minute later, the professor turned away, a disgusted expression on his face, causing Harry to grin inwardly. 'Oh, I have to tell Mummy Helga and Daddy Salazar about that,' he thought, while he returned the image of his dirty nappy exploding in front of Petunia's face after she had forgotten to change it for several days to the back of his mind.
From then on, the professor did not bother Harry with questions anymore. However, he scolded him whenever an opportunity presented itself, trying to find reasons to give him a zero for his potions, which Harry always managed to brew perfectly. Since he could not take points off of his potions, the teacher assigned detentions at least twice a week, so that Harry had to spend a lot of time in the Potions classroom cleaning cauldrons. Fortunately, the professor only took Harry's wand with him but didn't think about the possibility that Harry would be able to do the cleaning with wandless magic and saw no need to supervise him during his detentions. Harry however always cleaned the cauldrons wandlessly and used the rest of the evening brewing potions from the Potions book that Salazar had written in Parseltongue for him.
ハリーと幸せの願い
Harry was very apprehensive around Professor Quirrell, knowing from his older self that the man was possessed by Voldemort's spirit. He also knew from a vision Rowena had seen and shared with Harry before he left for the future, what he had to do in order to destroy Voldemort's spirit while he was still in the professor's head. He only had to practise the spell. However, it was very difficult, especially since he couldn't train on real people, and it afforded a lot of magic. Moreover, he had to think about the timing, knowing that his actions wouldn't remain unnoticed if he cast the Spell in front of others. 'I don't want the whole class to witness what happens,' he mused. 'Should I confide in Professor McGonagall?' Finally, he decided not to tell anyone about the matter, knowing that they wouldn't be able to help him in his task anyway.
On a Sunday afternoon at the end of October, Harry was sitting in the library together with Hermione, Neville, and Blaise, who had all three become very good friends with Harry. The three students were studying for a Potions test that was expected to take place the next day. Knowing that he already knew everything about the potions that were to be covered on the test, Harry let his thoughts drift to the problem of Professor Quirrell. 'I could do it tonight,' he thought. 'It's time to get that out of the way so it's not hanging over my head anymore.'
"Harry, are you all right?" Hermione asked concerned, noticing that Harry seemed to be very lost in his thoughts.
"Yes, I'm fine, I'm just very tired. Maybe I'll go back to my room and rest for a while."
"Now?" Neville asked astonished, exchanging a worried glance with Hermione. "Dinner is starting in ten minutes."
"I'm not hungry right now," Harry replied.
"Nevertheless, we will drag you to the Great Hall anyway," Blaise answered sternly, standing up determined.
'Well, maybe it's better to eat something before I have to use so much magic,' Harry thought, as he obediently followed his three best friends to the Great Hall.
ハリーと幸せの願い
After dinner, Harry discussed his detailed plan with Löwi, and since the griffin agreed with his plan, he expected it to be fool proof. He took Löwi with him and headed to Professor Quirrell's office. After his hesitant knock at the office door, it took a few minutes until he was called in; but finally, he entered the office, leaving the door slightly ajar.
'I just hope I'll succeed; otherwise I won't have much chance of survival,' Harry thought, suddenly feeling very anxious.
"Good evening, Professor. I'm sorry to disturb you," he apologized politely, trying to get the pain in his scar under control, which he always felt when he was in close proximity to the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor. "We talked about Grindylows and Brombylows last week, but I didn't completely understand the difference between both and what I have to do differently depending on whether it's a Grindylow or a Brombylow. Could you please explain the difference for me, Professor?"
"Of c..co...course, Mr. P.. Potter," the teacher replied stuttering.
As soon as he started his explanation, Harry began to wandlessly cast the Spell that Rowena had taught him two months ago, trying to send as much of his magic into the Spell as he could, knowing that Löwi could remove him from the office quickly if something happened.
About half way through the Spell, the professor's turban suddenly fell off, and Harry could see a strange face hanging out from the back of the professor's head. He had to try hard not to interrupt his casting, especially as the pain in his head became nearly unbearable.
"Kill the boy before he kills me, you dunderhead!" he heard a high pitching voice scream and saw Professor Quirrell slowly turn around just when Harry spoke the last words of the Spell.
Before the professor could even draw his wand, a black cloud emerged from the back of his head and exploded into small pieces of dust, which faded into non-existence. The teacher collapsed to the floor at the same time as Harry lost consciousness.
Löwi quickly took Harry back to his own room, putting him on his bed, before he returned to the teacher's office and carried the unconscious man to the hospital wing, where he banged his foot against the door until Madam Pomfrey opened the door and allowed Löwi to put the teacher onto a bed.
ハリーと幸せの願い
On Monday morning, all Defence Against the Dark Arts classes were cancelled for the whole week and a rumour spread around the castle that Professor Quirrel was in a coma in the hospital wing. Hermione, Neville, and Blaise worriedly searched all the house tables for Harry but could not find him. "Well, let's see if he attends classes," Hermione told her friends when they met at the entrance doors to the Great Hall after breakfast.
When Harry neither showed up for their Potions test nor for the History of Magic class, the three friends worriedly hurried up to Minerva's classroom, where she had just dismissed the last of her students for lunch.
"Professor, we're sorry to disturb you, but we're worried about Harry. He wasn't at breakfast or any of our classes today," Hermione quickly told the professor.
"I have no information concerning Mr. Potter," the teacher replied sternly. "However, I will go check on him to ensure he is well. Miss Granger, please be so kind and tell Professor Dumbledore that I'll be late for lunch if I manage to attend at all."
"May we come with you, Professor?" Neville spoke up hesitantly.
"No, Mr. Longbottom; please accompany your friends to the Great Hall. I will inform you as soon as I know anything about Mr. Potter and the reason he was neither at breakfast nor his classes."