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!
"I have no idea what you're talking about, sir; however, if you're finished insulting me, perhaps you could enlighten me," Harry answered quietly, glancing straight into the Professor's face.
"I was present when Madam Pomfrey assigned you bed rest and absolutely prohibited the use of magic," the teacher hissed. "However, all mighty Mr. Potter knows better than to follow rules."
"I am perfectly capable of brewing a potion, sir, and in case it involves magic, my friends have already agreed to cast the respective spells for me," Harry replied, trying hard to remain as polite and respectful as possible.
"If you're not able to finish your potion on your own, Mr. Potter, I will give you zero points for the day," the Professor sneered, his eyes narrowing menacingly.
"I don't care," Harry replied, rubbing his achy forehead, trying to fend off an impending headache.
"You're as arrogant as your father was, Potter, and I'm sure you'll have a similar fate," the professor hissed, now absolutely furious.
"I don't know whom you're talking about, Professor. I have never known my real father; however, if you're speaking about the man, who raised me, I'd be pleased to know that I resemble him. I take that as a great honour, sir."
"That's enough," the professor bellowed. "I don't want to see you anymore today. Leave and head to the headmaster's office immediately."
"No," Harry replied simply, trying to sound more self-confident than he felt. "I came here to brew a potion, because I absolutely love brewing, and if you will allow I'd like to finally begin."
Now aware of the fact that the whole class was witnessing their conversation, Severus quickly answered, "A hundred points from... No, detention with me for a month!" With that, he turned to the class, hurriedly assigned the day's potion, and instructed the students to begin their work.
Harry sighed in relief. It was a simple healing potion, which didn't involve much magic to brew. He wouldn't even have to ask Neville. He resisted the urge to simply ignore the teacher's orders and brew a headache potion, which he needed badly, and began brewing his assigned potion, watching Neville closely from the corner of his eye to help prevent him from making a mistake if necessary.
For the rest of the class, Snape merely ignored Harry, and the boy was relieved when the class was finally over. He unobtrusively cast an unbreakable spell on the phial before he filled a dose of his potion into it and placed it on the teacher's desk. Not feeling too well after his fight with the teacher and doing magic several times while brewing his potion, Harry decided to skip the History of Magic lesson and return to his room instead to rest until the last afternoon lesson, which was Transfiguration.
"Harry, if you feel better, you should come down to the Great Hall for lunch," Hermione insisted, eyeing him worriedly. "You have to eat something anyway, and since Defence is cancelled, we have a free period this afternoon. Since we only have Transfiguration left, maybe we could go to the library and study together."
Harry remained pensive for a moment, before he replied, "Why don't you come to my room? There we can study together and no one will be able to disturb us except Professor McGonagall or Madam Pomfrey."
"But then you'll really have to come down for lunch since we don't know where your room is," Blaise replied.
"We'd like to visit you in your room though," Hermione added.
Harry sighed. "I don't know about lunch yet. You know where the hospital wing is, don't you?" When everyone nodded, he continued, "Normally, people only go until the hospital wing and back, but if you continue through that corridor, you'll come to a portrait of the four founders. Tell them that you want to visit me, and they'll let you in. They already know your names. You'll arrive in a small entrance hall with three doors. The one in the middle has a sand phoenix on it and is my door. Just knock and I'll hear you."
"That sounds fairly easy," Neville said thoughtfully.
"Well, if you don't find my room, I'll send Löwi, my familiar, out to fetch you to lead you there," Harry promised.
"Harry, we'll bring you a sandwich or something to eat," Hermione shouted after him as Harry left them to head for his room.
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Back in his room, Harry quickly gulped down a headache potion, and feeling exhausted from the magic he had done in Potions, even though it was a fairly small amount, he went to bed to take a nap. He only woke up when he heard his friends' voices right next to his bed. He lazily opened his eyes and sat up happily, welcoming them to his personal sanctuary.
"Nice room you have here, Harry," Hermione told him, handing him a sandwich she had brought with her from the Great Hall.
"Thanks, Hermione," Harry mumbled and took the sandwich from her just when Minerva entered the room as well, looking around sternly.
"Mr. Potter, I have orders from Madam Pomfrey to check on you and to tell you that you'll be confined to the hospital wing if she catches you out of your room as long as you are not completely recovered."
Harry rolled his eyes in annoyance and placed his sandwich on the night table. "I'm fine, Professor, and I promise not to do any magic. Plus, I will be careful, so that Madam Pomfrey won't catch me," he added, mischievously.
"You still need to rest, Mr. Potter," Minerva told him sternly. "Madam Pomfrey or I will come again to check on you this evening. Until then I want you to stay here in your room. Do you understand me?"
"Yes Professor," Harry mumbled in annoyance, when he suddenly remembered something. "Uh, Professor; Snape assigned me detention for a month. May I attend that?"
"It's 'Professor Snape' and no Harry, you are not able to do detention tonight. I will speak to Professor Snape during dinner."
"Thank you, Professor," Harry said, relieved.
"Harry, I'm sorry," Minerva said softly, putting a hand on his shoulder.
"It's all right, Professor," Harry replied and finally began to devour his sandwich.
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Minerva and Poppy kept Harry in his room for two more days. Fortunately, his friends came every free minute they could spare to spend time with him and even did all of their homework in his room. On Friday evening, Poppy finally told him that he could attend classes once again beginning Monday, but was still not allowed to do magic until she advised him otherwise.
When Harry attended breakfast on Saturday morning, a school owl landed on the table in front of him, stretching her foot out to him to allow him to retrieve the note it carried. Astonished, Harry took the attached parchment and read, 'Mr. Potter, your detention begins tonight immediately following dinner. S. Snape.'
Harry groaned inwardly and showed the letter to Hermione and Neville, who were sitting on both sides of him. "What does he think he's doing?" Hermione blurted out angrily. "You haven't even been allowed to attend classes yet. Give it to me; I will speak with Professor McGonagall. It's mean to give you a month's worth of detention just because you told him you wanted to attend your Potions class."
Harry shook his head slightly. "It's all right, Hermione. I don't want to have a huge fight with him. Anyway, he doesn't know that I'm capable of wandless magic and usually doesn't supervise me. Therefore, I'll quickly finish my detention work with wandless magic, and then I can use the evening to brew potions. It won't be too bad."
Hermione and Neville groaned. "He only has to catch you once, and you'll be in so much trouble," the girl told him.
"I know but what should I do?" Harry asked in desperation. "Since the beginning of the school year, I've already served twenty detentions in the Potions classroom. And now I've detention for a whole month! Don't you think that's an absolute record?"
"Well, it is. You seem to be worse than us," the Weasley twins, who were sitting opposite of Harry, spoke up with apparent interest. "How did you achieve that by the way?"
"I've no idea, except for the fact that he absolutely hates me for some reason. And the worst part is that I love brewing potions," Harry said in a small voice, desperately trying to suppress the tears that were welling up in his eyes.
'I'm going to fly on Löwi for a while,' Harry thought and left the Great Hall, too afraid that he would end up in tears in front of the whole school. "I'll see you later," he told the others and quickly left the room.
"But Harry, you didn't eat anything yet," Hermione told him astonished. She sighed as Harry went through the door.
"And he even forgot his letter," Neville added.
"Oh, give it to me, please. I'm going to speak with Professor McGonagall," Hermione replied and walked over to the head table.
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"Professor, may I speak to you in private for a moment," she asked hesitantly.
"Have you already finished eating?" Minerva enquired and receiving a nod from the student, she led Hermione into her office.
"It's about Harry, Professor. He has a real problem with Professor Snape. The professor gives him detention in a totally unfair way. Harry only has to sneeze or yawn in order to receive detention, and on Monday when he attended the Potions class although he wasn't supposed to, Professor Snape gave him a month worth of detentions. He just received this letter at breakfast, and after reading that letter Harry didn't eat anything for breakfast and was nearly crying when he left the Great Hall, saying that he doesn't understand why the professor hates him so much, especially as he loves to brew potions. And he is really good at brewing, Professor."
Minerva sighed. "Thank you, Miss Granger, for bringing this problem to my attention. However, I'm not sure how I could help Harry. I will speak to the Headmaster and ask him to talk to Professor Snape about it, and I will speak with Harry as well. I know that this is not Harry's fault, and I also know how adept he is at Potions."
"All right, Professor; thank you," Hermione said politely, before she suddenly let out a gasp. "Professor, look, is that Harry?" She pointed out the window.
When Minerva looked through the window, she saw Harry flying on Löwi doing his tricks. "I will go and speak to him right now," she said sternly and hurriedly left the room with Hermione quickly following in her wake.
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Harry was flying on Löwi around the Quidditch pitch. 'I know that I promised Mummy Rowena and Mummy Helga not to do tricks, but they're not here and they won't know,' he thought, eagerly trying to remember all the tricks he had practised in the past. He was enjoying himself greatly, and it helped him forget his problem with the menacing Potions professor.
Suddenly, Minerva's voice penetrated his ears, and Harry was so startled that he couldn't hold himself on Löwi. He fell down head first. After a few meters of free fall, however, Löwi was able to catch him, and the griffin landed safely on the ground with Harry on his back.
"Are you trying to kill yourself, Mr. Potter?" Minerva asked angrily.
"No Professor, I'm sorry," Harry replied in a small voice, trying to ignore the headache and dizziness that the sudden fall had caused. "I was just playing on Löwi and was startled when you called me, that's all."
"Don't let me see you doing such stunts ever again," Minerva said strictly, before she motioned Harry to take a seat at the side of the Quidditch pitch.
"I heard that you're breaking all records concerning detentions in the Potions classroom," Minerva began softly. Seeing Harry's horrified look, she continued, "I probably won't be able to help you, Harry, although I promise that I will speak to the Headmaster about the matter. However, I will try to explain why Professor Snape seems to dislike you so much. Your parents, Lily and James, were in the same year at Hogwarts as Professor Snape; however, they were in Gryffindor, and Professor Snape was a Slytherin. Your father and his friends loved to get into mischief; don't misunderstand me, Harry, they were very good students; however, they didn't let a chance pass by to fight with the Slytherins, especially with Professor Snape."
"But what does that have to do with me, Professor?" Harry threw in, with a quiet and hesitant voice.
"The group of your father and his friends and Professor Snape were the worst kind of enemies you could imagine, and Professor Snape especially hated your father since James once saved his life. Of course, this has nothing to do with you, but you have an uncanny resemblance to your birth father, not in your behaviour but in your outward appearance. As far as I can imagine, that must be the reason behind Professor Snape's apparent dislike of you."
Harry sighed. "Thanks Professor, for telling me the truth." 'If that's his problem, there is nothing I can do about it,' he thought sadly. 'Maybe I should really take him to the past at some point and let Daddy Salazar deal with him.'
"Harry, are you feeling all right?" Minerva asked suddenly, who had been observing the child the whole time and noticed that his face had turned white after his fall from Löwi.
"Yes, of course," Harry lied, knowing that he could take a headache potion as soon as he was back in his room.
"If not, please go to Madam Pomfrey, and she will excuse you from your detention tonight. That was quite a fall, and you might obtain a headache later on," Minerva said firmly, before she released Harry with the advice that he should come to see her whenever he any had problems.
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Harry walked down to the dungeons for his detention a while later, feeling absolutely awful. He had already missed dinner in order to rest as long as he could, but he still had a headache and was feeling slightly dizzy. 'Today, I won't brew any potions. I will do my work using wandless magic, and if I'm still able to do magic, I'll just flash two hours into the future; otherwise, I will sleep in the classroom until he lets me go,' he decided.
However, when Harry entered the classroom, the teacher sneered, "Since you missed a whole week of classes due to your own stupidity by aggravating your condition on Monday morning, you will brew all the potions you missed this week."
"All right, sir. What potions do I have to brew?" Harry asked and groaned inwardly, knowing that he wasn't in any condition to brew potions.