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!
Feeling very apprehensive about the upcoming match now, Harry decided that he couldn't eat anymore and pushed his plate away. He returned to his room to fetch his Nimbus 2000 that his older self had brought with him to the past for his eleventh birthday. An hour later, Harry was taking to the air along with the Slytherin Quidditch team. In spite of what he had heard Professor Snape tell his students, the older members of the team were as friendly as the younger players, and Harry slowly lost his anxiousness.
He circled around the Quidditch pitch, only watching the game underneath enough to ensure that he wouldn't be hit by a Bludger, and enjoyed the bright, cold autumn day, while he was feverishly searching for the elusive Snitch. Thirty minutes into the match, he spotted his favourite golden ball at the other edge of the pitch. Noticing that the Gryffindor Seeker was observing him closely, Harry started into a tremendous dive, pulling up only seconds before he would have hit the ground. As fast as he could he pulled up again, catching the Snitch only a moment later.
When he closed his hand around the struggling ball, the Weasley twins appeared on his both sides. "Nice catch, Harry," George commended him, while Fred echoed his comment, and the twins escorted him to the ground.
The Slytherin team thanked Harry profoundly and instructed him not to forget to join them in their common room for their victory party that evening following dinner.
"I'm sorry, but I have detention with your head of house," Harry said solemnly.
"Again?" the Quidditch captain enquired disbelievingly.
"Yep; every evening until the beginning of the holidays," Harry replied, miserably.
"I will speak with him. He normally never gives out detentions to the Slytherins, and you're part of us, aren't you," Marcus Flint promised, patting Harry's shoulder.
"Well done, Harry," Blaise and Draco commended him, as they suddenly appeared at his side. "Let's go to the Great Hall. It's already lunchtime."
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"You were absolutely brilliant," Neville commended him in total amazement, when Hermione, Neville, Blaise, Draco and Harry sat in Harry's room doing homework that afternoon.
"You don't mind that I helped Slytherin beat Gryffindor, do you?" Harry asked hesitantly.
"Of course not," Hermione and Neville replied at the same time.
"Our Quidditch captain apparently had a huge fight with our Head of House," Draco spoke up. "He asked him to lift Harry's detention, so that Harry could attend the victory party in our common room tonight, and according to Flint, the professor gave him a twenty minutes lecture about how unimportant Quidditch was in comparison to the necessity of brewing potions and learning discipline."
"So he will probably supervise me tonight then. I already thought about how I could get away for at least a few minutes, but that won't be possible now," Harry scowled.
"Well, you know Professor Snape, don't you, Harry?" Hermione asked calmingly. "By the way, have any of you already figured out how to do this Charms essay?"
Extremely grateful that his friend changed the subject, Harry carefully helped the others with the Charm their homework was about. "How do you know all these things?" Hermione enquired in amazement.
Harry shrugged. "I don't know. I just imagined that it had to be like this," he replied evenly and without hesitation.
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As Harry had foreseen, Severus spent the whole evening in the Potions classroom, engrossing himself in his potions, so that Harry was left to clean lots of dirty cauldrons the muggle way and did not have a chance to escape and visit the Slytherin common room. The whole time while he was cleaning, he wondered if the professor did not just dirty cauldrons so that he would have to clean them and extend the detention as long as possible.
At one point in the evening, one of the Slytherin prefects politely knocked at the door and entered the classroom in order to give Harry some of the sweets they were enjoying at their party. However, the professor bellowed, "Potter is in detention. Get OUT NOW!"
"Give it to Draco and Blaise. They can put it into my room. Thanks a lot," Harry said quickly, before the professor, who shot him a menacing glare, could interrupt him.
When Harry returned to his room just as curfew was beginning, he found a plate with a large assortment of sweets as well as a huge thank you card, on which all Slytherin students had written something, on his night table.
"He really is a git; don't you think so, Löwi?" Harry talked aloud to his familiar, not aware of the fact that Minerva just entered his room after knocking a few times.
"Who's a git?" Minerva asked, causing Harry to jump from the edge of his bed where he was sitting cuddling Löwi.
"I'm sorry, Professor, I didn't hear you," Harry replied, sitting back in relief. He held the plate out to Minerva. "Would you like tea and some sweets? Please help yourself, Professor."
"Is that from the Slytherins?" Minerva enquired, and Harry watched in amazement at the way her features softened considerably.
"Yes," he replied softly. "I couldn't attend the victory party because I had to serve detention, so..." He slowly trailed off.
"I see," Minerva replied dryly and chose a chocolate frog, giving Harry a thankful nod.
As so often, Harry and Minerva had tea together talking about the time of the founders, before Harry went to bed and the professor left.
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The weeks leading up to the Christmas holidays passed uneventfully. During his detentions, which Professor Snape kept up until the beginning of the holidays, he had managed to make fruit and ginger drops not only for his friends, but also for Minerva and Poppy. However, it was much more difficult to decide what he could give his parents for Christmas.
One evening, when Minerva came to check on him a few minutes after curfew, she said, "Harry, I need to ask you something. In all the houses, we put up parchments for the students to sign if they want to remain at Hogwarts during the holidays. Are you going to stay here, or will you flash back into the past?"
Harry smirked. "I will flash back of course. However, I'll have to pretend to board the Hogwarts Express along with everyone else in order to seemingly spend the holidays at the Dursleys, won't I?"
Minerva gave him a thoughtful look. "I believe that would be the best, Harry. What are you going to do on the way back? Do you think you can manage to flash straight onto the train?"
"No." Harry shook his head. "I will do it just like the last time, before the Sorting. I will flash back here to my room in the morning before everyone else returns that evening. I'll stay in my room until dinner time and mix with the other students when they reach the Entrance Hall. Alternatively, I could join them on the grounds and come in with them."
"All right, Harry. Would you mind if I checked on you during the day to see if you're safely back or if you need anything?"
"That would be great, Professor. By the way, I'd like to leave Löwi here during the holidays. He can mainly look after himself. However, it would be nice if you could come and look in on him once every few days just to make sure he's okay." Harry threw Minerva a pleading glance.
"Of course I will. I could keep him with me in my quarters if he's too lonely here," the professor suggested.
'No, please let me stay here,' Löwi quickly thought to Harry.
"I think he prefers to stay here, because he's able to get out onto the grounds to hunt for food by himself. If he stayed with you, he'd always have to ask you to let him out," Harry explained hesitantly.
"All right, Harry, but how can he get out of here all on his own?" Minerva enquired curiously.
Harry sighed. "In a small room behind Daddy Salazar's and Mummy Helga's bathroom, there is an entrance to the Chamber of Secrets, through which he can get out onto the grounds," he explained patiently.
"The Chamber of Secrets?" Minerva gasped, shock written on her face. "What do you know about the Chamber of Secrets?" she asked, terrified, remembering horrifying events from fifty years ago.
"Daddy Salazar's basilisk Amaterasu is living there. If you want, I can introduce her to you; she's my friend," Harry admitted, smiling.
"Harry, as far as I know, the Chamber of Secrets has been opened once, fifty years ago, and at that time a girl died by the hands of a monster living down in the Chamber," Minerva told him, sounding far from her usual firm self.
Harry shook his head. "That may be, Professor. I have to ask Amaterasu about it. Normally, everyone, who looks into a basilisk's eye, dies immediately. However, Dad Salazar always used to cast a spell on her, so that she couldn't harm anyone, and I also cast the spell on her as soon as I arrived here from the past. I have to re-cast the spell every year though."
"By the way, Professor," Harry suddenly remembered something that he had wanted to ask. "Can you give me an idea of what I could give my parents for Christmas?"
Minerva sighed. "That shouldn't be too difficult, Harry. Have you done shopping by owl order before?"
Harry shook his head, giving the teacher an expectant look. "No Professor."
"All right; many of the shops have catalogues; I will see to it that you get some. You could, for example, give one of them, Rowena I suppose after what you told me, a copy of 'Hogwarts: A History.' However, you should be careful to get an exemplar, which is not self-updating. Otherwise it might lose lots of information when you take it a thousand years into the past."
"Oh, that's a brilliant idea, Professor. I'm sure Mummy Rowena will like that."
"I can get it for you if you want me to, Harry. I have to escort the older students to Hogsmeade on Saturday anyway," Minerva suggested.
"That would be so cool; the only problem is that I don't have any money," Harry replied hesitantly.
"That's not a problem. They can take the money directly from the Potter vault," the teacher explained patiently. "Mrs. Hufflepuff is the healer, isn't she?" Seeing Harry nod, she continued, "You could ask Madam Pomfrey what to get her. She knows what has been invented recently that is useful for a healer. So, she might be able to give you some advice, and furthermore she might be able to suggest something for Professor Slytherin."
"All right, Professor. Thanks a lot for your ideas; I'm going to ask Madam Pomfrey tomorrow," Harry said, gratefully.
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In the morning, Harry visited Poppy and asked her for her advice concerning Christmas presents for his parents in the past. Poppy sighed while she thought what had been invented recently.
"Did they already have the Skele-Gro Potion, Harry, which is used to re-grow bones?"
"No, I don't think so. I know how Mummy Helga used to heal broken bones, but I don't know about bones that had to re-grow."
"Hmm. Well, let me think about it. What about the Wolfsbane potion?" Poppy asked.
'What's that?' Harry thought absentmindedly, while he noticed with a glimpse at his wrist watch that his Potions class was going to start in ten minutes.
"Oh, sorry Madam Pomfrey; I have to run," he shouted and quickly dashed away.
"Come back later, Harry. I'll think about it and will have some ideas for you," the healer told him and proceeded to look through the book of modern healing.
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Finally, the winter holidays arrived and all the students excitedly boarded the carriages that took them to the station in Hogsmeade. Harry was tempted to just flash away from his room, but Minerva had reminded him that he needed to keep up appearances if he didn't want everyone else to learn of his secret.
However, knowing that his friends would search all over the train for him as well as at the station in Kings Cross, Harry told his four friends that he would board the train, but from there Löwi would take him home. Since the griffin often hid under Harry's robes, nobody noticed that Löwi wasn't with him when Harry accompanied his friends to the station.
He boarded the train along with his friends but immediately headed to the toilet after unobtrusively wishing them a happy Christmas. He had given all of their Christmas presents to Hedwig, his snowy owl that his older self had bought for him when he bought his school books, and instructed her to deliver the presents to his friends on Christmas morning. All the presents for his parents, as well as the rest of his luggage, were shrunken in his robe pockets.
'I just hope I manage to arrive at the right time going so far back,' Harry thought frightened while the train slowly began moving toward London. 'So far, I haven't flashed more than a few hours, but now I have to go back one thousand years.'
Remembering in horror how long it had taken when his older self flashed him to the future that summer, he transformed into his phoenix form, concentrated on the exact date which he wanted to arrive in his room at Hogwarts, and flashed away in a small mist of sand.