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!
Minerva quickly headed up to Harry's room, very worried, especially since the teachers and Madam Pomfrey still had no idea what had happened to Professor Quirrel, who was still in a coma. When she entered Harry's room, Löwi greeted her happily, apparently knowing that she would try to help Harry, who was also unconscious. "I don't know if you understand me, Löwi, but if you do, could you please fetch Madam Pomfrey from the hospital wing, so that she can look after Mr. Potter?"
Löwi nodded his head and quickly dashed away, only to return a few minutes later with Poppy in tow, who immediately waved her wand over Harry. "In contrary to Quirinus Quirrell, who is in a coma, Mr. Potter has merely depleted his magic completely." She lifted Harry's fringe a bit so that they could get a better look at the scar that stood red and livid against his pale skin.
"I could wake him up," Poppy said pensively, "but then we would need to keep him in bed for the time being and make him not use any magic for at least a week or two, and that would be difficult if he stayed here on his own. But I don't know how safe it is to take him with me, considering that we don't know what happened with him or Quirinus."
"Could we perhaps ask Severus to use Legilimency on them? Or why not wake Mr. Potter up and ask him?" Minerva enquired. "Frankly speaking, I trust Mr. Potter completely, while Quirinus has changed a lot during the last few months for some reason, which I know nothing about."
"All right, Minerva. Will you help me keep him in bed and make him not use any magic?"
"Yes, Poppy, I will," Minerva promised.
Poppy raised her wand at Harry. "Enervate!"
Harry stirred and let out a small groan. 'My head! It hurts so much,' he thought. 'Löwi,' he called out to his familiar, 'Did I manage to kill the maniac?'
'Yes Harry, you did. Everything is all right. But you have visitors, who want to know what happened. You should speak with them,' his familiar replied, quickly.
Harry lazily opened his eyes, when he heard Madam Pomfrey calling out to him, "Mr. Potter, how do you feel?"
"My head hurts," Harry whispered in agony.
"Drink this potion, and you will feel a bit better, Mr. Potter," Poppy replied softly and helped him sit up with trained hands.
"Thanks," Harry breathed in relief, when he felt the pain recede some.
"Harry," Minerva addressed the boy, "do you feel well enough to tell us what happened between you and Professor Quirrell?"
Harry sighed and tried to get up, but found himself being pushed to lay back down by Madam Pomfrey. "Excuse me, but I have to fetch a Pensieve, so that I can show you the memory of what happened," he told the woman, feeling completely annoyed.
"Young man, you are not going anywhere," he was told. "You have completely depleted your magic, you still have a headache, and you will stay in this bed for at least a few days until I am satisfied that you are on your way to a complete recovery. If you give me any problems, it will be longer. If you need something, just tell us and we'll get it for you."
'Löwi, can you get the Pensieve from Daddy Godric's and Mummy Rowena's room, please?'
An instant later, Löwi arrived with the Pensieve, and ignoring Poppy's protests that he shouldn't do magic, Harry put the Pensieve on his lap and placed his memory in before he turned to Minerva. "Professor, could I speak to you in private, please?"
Minerva glanced at Poppy and replied, "It's all right, Harry. Madam Pomfrey won't tell anyone; she is bound by her Healer's oath, so you can tell her anything that you're comfortable telling me."
"Okay," Harry agreed and tried to ignore the feeling of uncertainty when he explained, "I did all of this because of a vision Mummy Rowena had. She showed me her vision, and Daddy Godric and Daddy Salazar practised the spell with me. Is Professor Quirrell all right?"
"He is still in a coma, and it would help greatly if we knew what happened," Poppy replied gently.
"He was possessed by the spirit of Voldemort," Harry explained, "and I knew that I had to get rid of the spirit, which I did." He handed the Healer the Pensieve and lay back, exhausted, as the two women visited Harry's Pensieve memory.
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A few minutes later, the two ladies emerged from the Pensieve with shocked expressions on their faces. "Mr. Potter, would you mind asking your familiar to fetch Professors Dumbledore and Snape? We need them to witness what occurred as well," Minerva spoke up sternly.
"Snape? Here in my room?" Harry asked horrified, raising a hand to rub his aching forehead.
"Calm down, Harry; he won't know anything. Your room just looks like a normal room," Minerva said calmingly.
"Don't let yourself become so upset, Mr. Potter, or you will aggravate your condition," Poppy added sternly.
"All right, Löwi, can you fetch Professors Dumbledore and Snape, please?" Harry asked his familiar, who dashed away, flapping his wings.
Thirty minutes later, the two professors emerged from the Pensieve. Severus rolled up his left sleeve and gasped. "The Dark Mark... it was always slightly there, but now it's completely gone."
"Very well, Severus, that's good news indeed," the Headmaster replied. "However, what I cannot understand," he glanced at Harry, who had fallen asleep in the meantime, "is how Harry knew exactly what he had to do."
Minerva sighed. "Poppy and I know, but he asked us not to reveal his secret, and we are going to respect his decision. He didn't even want to let you into his room and watch the memory, but he gave in on our request. So I'd like to ask you to content yourselves with the information provided," she replied in a firm voice.
"Leave it to Potter to draw attention to himself," Severus mumbled, giving the child a loathing glare.
"I suggest taking Quirrell to the mental ward of St. Mungo's," Poppy spoke up hesitantly. "We do not know how much damage was caused by the possession of an evil spirit, and I have no idea how to find out and how to help him."
"All right, I will take him to St. Mungo's," Dumbledore replied thoughtfully. "Unfortunately, we have to look for a new Defence teacher immediately."
"How about Remus Lupin?" Minerva suggested pensively. "Provided that he is free at the moment."
"Who else would hire a werewolf?" Severus threw in with distaste.
"I assume that you'd be willing to brew the Wolfsbane potion for him, my boy?" the Headmaster addressed his youngest colleague, and Severus gave him an angry nod.
"If I must, Headmaster."
"Yes please, Severus. Is Harry all right, Poppy?" the Headmaster asked as he turned to the Healer.
"Apart from depleting his magic completely he is well. I'm considering taking him with me though. He shouldn't do magic for at least a week, not even in class."
"I wouldn't do that, Poppy. I don't think he would take it well if you moved him to the hospital wing. Just let him rest here, and I'll help you look after him," Minerva contradicted firmly, ignoring Severus' mumbling about 'special treatments for celebrities'.
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When Harry woke up, he groaned inwardly. 'How am I supposed to flash back into the past when I'm sick if I can't do magic?' he mused, glancing at his alarm clock. 'It's nearly curfew,' he thought, surprised how long he had slept. His head still hurt a lot and he also felt feverish. 'I'll go brew a headache potion and a fever reducer in Daddy Salazar's lab,' he decided and walked into his parents' quarters.
Feeling very happy and content in his surroundings when he entered the Potions lab, he began to brew the two potions simultaneously, considering that he had to start the headache potion three minutes before the fever reducer, so that he would be able to brew them at the same time.
'Löwi, I need birch bark. Can you get that for me from the forest quickly?' he asked his familiar, skimming the potions ingredients, and let him out through the connecting door to the Chamber of Secrets, which he remembered to be behind Salazar's and Helga's bathroom. Twenty minutes later, Löwi was back with the ingredient, and Harry could begin with the brewing process.
Harry was totally engrossed in his potions when suddenly Löwi appeared at his side and told him, 'The cat professor is in your room looking for you. Can you come back?'
'No,' Harry groaned. 'Can you bring her here, please?'
Two minutes later, Löwi returned with Minerva in tow. "Please sit down, Professor," he said absentmindedly. "If you give me five minutes, I can finish this potion and put the other under a Stasis Charm."
"Take your time, Mr. Potter," Minerva replied, not knowing if she should scold him for being out of bed and brewing or commend him for brewing not only one but two potions with a practised skill that showed he was very adept at what he was doing.
Five minutes later, Harry set the fever reducer to the side to simmer and placed a Stasis Charm on the headache potion, which would last up to one hour. "Sorry for that, Professor," he apologized and sat down on the chair next to Minerva's.
The professor sighed. "You know that Madam Pomfrey has assigned you absolute bed rest for a few days and has forbidden you to do any magic for at least a week, don't you?"
"Yes, I'm sorry, Professor, but I felt that I needed a headache potion and a fever reducer, so I got up to brew them. It won't take long; I only have to add a few ingredients, which will take thirteen minutes, until the second potion is finished. And I brewed a whole batch of each, so that I won't have to brew them again if I need them the next time."
Minerva groaned. "Mr. Potter, are you aware of the fact that we have a Healer and a Potions Master in the castle, who are supposed to help students who are sick?"
"Sorry, Professor, of course I know, but it would have taken much more energy to walk to the hospital wing than to come in here and brew them myself," Harry replied, sheepishly.
"All right, Mr. Potter, go on and finish your potions quickly; I'll wait for you," the teacher instructed him, and Harry quickly returned to his potion.
"Professor, could you perhaps help me to bottle up the potions?" Harry asked hesitantly, pointing to two boxes of small phials. "Since I cannot use magic, I'd have to do it manually, which would take a lot more time."
"Of course," Minerva replied and quickly bottled the potions for Harry, who handed her two labels, so that she could duplicate them.
"Thank you, Professor," Harry said, relieved. He put the phials into the empty potions shelf and uncorked two potions, which he wanted to take immediately.
The professor waited until Harry had gulped down his potions and accompanied him back to his room, gently tucking him in. "Please try to rest tomorrow, and don't forget not to use any magic," she instructed him in a no-nonsense voice.
"Good night, Professor, and thanks," Harry mumbled lazily, already drifting off to sleep.
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In the morning, Harry felt much better and decided to attend classes even though he had been told not to. Not feeling hungry at all, he skipped breakfast and headed down to the entrance hall right in time to descend to the dungeons for the first lesson of the day.
"Harry!" Blaise was the first to notice him.
"Are you all right? McGonagall told us you'd probably miss classes for at least a week," Hermione told him in concern.
"I'm fine," Harry replied. "I'm just not allowed to do any magic for at least a week."
"I'm glad that you're back," Neville spoke up. "I really missed you, and you know how much I need your help, especially in Potions."
"No problem, Neville. However, if we have to brew a potion that involves doing magic, you'll have to do that for me, all right?"
"Of course," Neville replied proudly, glad to be able to help his friend.
"Can you sit at our table at lunchtime, Harry?" Susan, a Hufflepuff first year enquired. "You have to tell us what happened. There are rumours that you fought with Professor Quirrell and won."
"No way; Harry is already booked for lunchtime," Fred and George threw in, who suddenly seemed to appear out of thin air.
Harry laughed. "We'll see. I'm not sure if I'm going to attend all my classes today."
"Now come on, we have to hurry," Hermione told them, and the friends hurried down to the dungeons, taking seats in the last row.
Harry's stomach began to churn when the professor stormed into the room, glancing around the class. "Potter!" he shouted, giving him a menacing glare. "I know that you think the world revolves around you; however, you are nothing but a good for nothing dunderhead and have to learn to respect your elders. Detention with me for the rest of the week straight after dinner!"
'Ah, I should have brought another headache potion with me,' Harry groaned inwardly, unconsciously rubbing his forehead, until he noticed that everyone was looking at him.
"I have no idea what he's talking about," he whispered to Blaise, who was sitting on his left side.