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 journey seemed to last endlessly, but finally Harry arrived in his own room at Hogwarts. A glimpse at his never ending calendar on the wall showed him that he had in fact managed to arrive at the right time; well, it was a day later than he had expected, but what was a day when travelling a thousand years!
Seeing that it was ten o'clock in the morning, Harry threw a glance into Helga's and Salazar's quarters, confirming that they were empty, and went to the hospital room, where he found Helga. "Mummy Helga," he shouted, throwing himself into her arms.
"Oh my Leofost, thank Merlin you managed to come back! I was so worried." She gave Harry a piercing look. "Are you fine, Leofost? Was everything all right at school in the future?"
"Yes, everything is all right, and I'm glad to be back home," Harry replied, trying to release himself from her fierce embrace to catch his breath.
Suddenly, he remembered something and searched in his robe pockets, finally producing a letter. "This is from Madam Pomfrey, our healer. She said normally she'd send it to the parents through an owl, but in my case she couldn't, so she gave it to me. Anyway, it's for you."
While Helga curiously opened the letter, Harry stole himself away in search of his other mummy. As expected, he found Rowena in her office, grading tests. "Ah, Lufu," she exclaimed, sighing in relief at the sight of her oldest son.
"Hi Mummy Rowena," Harry replied happily, hugging her fiercely. "Mummy, I did it. I killed Voldemort's spirit like you foresaw in your vision."
"Very well done, Lufu," the teacher replied, before she enquired worriedly, "I hope you remained completely unharmed?"
"Yes, everything went well. I depleted my magic, and our healer and Professor McGonagall made a fuss over me, but that's all. Oh, by the way, Professor McGonagall gave me a letter for you. She said normally she'd send it by owl."
"Lufu, who exactly is Professor McGonagall?"
"She is the Gryffindor Head of House."
"Are you a Gryffindor?"
"No," Harry replied, wincing at his mother's stern look. "In fact, the Sorting Hat, which is still Sopho in the future, said that he couldn't sort me because I belonged to all the houses and that I was to stay in my own room. But my older self told me to confide in someone in case I needed help, and since he mentioned several times that he liked Professor McGonagall, I decided to confide in her. So she treats me as if she were my Head of House, although in fact nobody truly is. She and our healer are the only ones who know everything about me, and I'm glad I told them because they already helped me a lot, especially as the Potions professor and Head of Slytherin is such a git."
He handed Rowena the letter from Minerva and went to see Godric, who was in his office talking to Fawkes. The phoenix greeted Harry with a happy trill.
"Hello Daddy Godric!"
"Hi Leo; how was the future?"
"Good. I'm sorted in all houses, but Professor McGonagall, the Gryffindor Head of House, helped me to become reserve Seeker for all houses, so that I can play Quidditch from time to time. I've already won one match. And I'm allowed to practise with the Gryffindor house team," Harry beamed.
"Ah, but that's great news, isn't it, Leo. Well done, son," the headmaster commended Harry, pulling him close. "How was everything else? Did you get along well?"
"Yes," Harry replied thoughtfully. "Everything was much easier and much more relaxed than here. They don't even have Healing classes in the future, and no Sword fighting, and Arithmancy is only taken by those in third year and up, and only if they choose to."
"So you surely have done well in all of your classes, haven't you, Leo?"
"I think so," Harry replied uncertainly. "The only class I'm having problems is History of Magic, because they have a ghost teach it, and it's extremely boring."
Godric chuckled and continued to question Harry. "How are the teachers?"
"Apart from the Potions professor, who is an absolute git, they are all very nice. I like the Gryffindor Head of House; she's the only one, ah well, she and our Healer are the only ones, who know the truth about me. All right, I'm off to see Daddy Salazar. Talk to you later, Daddy Godric!"
Harry quickly rushed back to his own room, grabbed his Potions book, and hurried down to the dungeons, glad that he didn't have a queasy feeling in his stomach for once upon entering the Potions classroom. "Thunderbolt! Good to have you back!" Salazar told him, his eyes fixed on the potion he was brewing.
"I'm glad to be back too, Daddy," Harry replied, sitting down next to the professor.
"Tell me everything," the tall man demanded, and Harry quickly began to explain how he had served detention in the Potions classroom every night.
"What?!" Salazar exploded all of a sudden. "My son is doing detention in the Potions classroom? I can't believe it. Thunderbolt, you have to bring that git of a professor here and let me teach him a lesson. Oh wait, I'll think of a potion you can take to the future and mix into his drink."
Harry laughed. "That sounds good; however, you shouldn't kill him; he seems to be really good at Potions. They say he's the best Potions Master England has ever seen after your time."
Father and son were so engrossed in their conversation about Professor Snape and his interaction with Harry that they only noticed that it was lunchtime, when an enraged Helga entered the Potions classroom. "What do you think you're doing?" she asked. "Who allowed you to miss a meal?"
"Ah, I'm sorry, Mummy Helga, but we had so much to talk about," Harry apologized.
"Oh, I'm going to have a few words with you later on, young man," Helga replied and ushered them out of the classroom and to the Great Hall.
クリスマス
To Harry, the three days before Christmas passed in a blur. He spent the days talking with his four parents, playing with his two small sisters and his baby brother, and brewing potions with Salazar, who intended to make him the youngest Potions master ever, especially after all that he had heard about Harry's Potions professor.
On Christmas Eve, Harry snuck down into the Great Hall and placed the Christmas presents he had brought for his parents and his small siblings under the tree. Like Poppy advised him, he gave Helga a book about modern healing methods and Salazar a book called 'Most Potente Potions.' For Godric, he had bought an assortment of chocolate frogs, and for Rowena a non-self-updating copy of 'Hogwarts: A History' that ended with Harry's final demise of Voldemort and his receipt of the Order of Merlin two months before.
"You received the Order of Merlin!" Rowena stated amazed, giving her son a proud look.
"Well, yes," Harry replied in a small voice. "Fortunately, I didn't have to go to the ministry to get it, because I had depleted my magic and wasn't allowed to go," he chuckled. "So they just gave it to me. The headmaster apparently wanted to make me attend a press conference and a demise party or whatever, but Professor McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey saved me from all of that."
"And you never thought to inform us about this?" Godric asked, giving the child a stern glare.
Harry shrugged uncomfortably. "I didn't think it was such a big deal; I'm sorry," he apologized.
"Not a big deal," Godric snorted. "The Order of Merlin first class is a big deal, Leo, even in our time, and it surely will be in the future."
"Sorry, but I really had other problems to worry about," Harry spoke up, slowly beginning to get upset. "If you had detention scrubbing cauldrons every night so that you had hardly any time to study, you would have other things to think about other than of an unimportant piece of parchment."
"Well, there should be money involved too," Rowena explained gently. "You should have a look at your vault if you have the opportunity."
"Detention every evening!" Godric exclaimed angrily. "You need to bring that imbecile of a teacher here for us to teach him a lesson."
"We already spoke about that. Thunderbolt needs some more practice in flashing here and there before he can try to bring a person with him though," Salazar explained to his friend.
ハリーと幸せの願い
Harry enjoyed his holidays at home so much that they passed much too quickly for his likings. Soon the last day of the holidays had arrived. In the morning, Helga and Rowena ushered Harry into Rowena's office for a stern talk concerning the information Poppy and Minerva had given them in their letters. "Harry, didn't you think it was necessary to tell me that you have problems with vertigo?" Helga asked accusingly.
Harry threw her an astonished glance. "Why? I'm fine," he said simply.
"Well, Madam Pomfrey asked if we had a potion to help with it. We don't, but we have a Healing salve. I had Daddy Salazar make a batch of it, and you will give it to her, please," she added, glancing at Rowena.
"We also heard that you were brewing your own potions instead of going to the hospital wing if you needed something," Rowena continued Helga's rant. "Your teacher didn't complain about it; in fact she was commending your brewing abilities, but nevertheless that's much too dangerous."
"I had my reasons for that," Harry replied, stubbornly. 'And I'll do it again,' he added in his thoughts.
He pocketed the letters from Rowena and Helga to Minerva and Poppy as well as the shrunken batch of potions and gave his four parents one last hug and kiss before he transformed into his phoenix form and flashed away in a mist of sand.
ハリーと幸せの願い
Harry managed to arrive at the right time. It was only three o'clock in the morning, but at least it was the correct date, as Harry realized with relief when the glanced at the calendar on his wall. He quickly unpacked his luggage, smirked mischievously at a small phial which Salazar had given him a few days previously, and lay down to sleep for a few hours. Although he had left his home in the morning, he was tired; flashing over a distance of a thousand years took a lot of energy.
When he awoke up a few hours later, Harry noticed that a pile of Christmas presents was waiting on his desk. He received books and sweets from his friends as well as an invisibility cloak, apparently from his birth father. 'Use it wisely,' he mused. 'Strange, but maybe it'll become handy in the Potions classroom some time. I can also use this right now so I can find Helena to get her help with Daddy Salazar's potion.'
He left his room in search of the Grey Lady. Finally, he was able to find her in the normal library. They talked for a while about his visit in the past, and he told her about the time they had spent together while she was a baby. After a while, he remembered the reason why he had sought her out and told her about the small phial which he had received from Salazar.
"Seeing your face and knowing that it comes from Uncle Salazar, it can only be a prank," Helena said, looking at him with clear curiosity.
"Yes, it is," Harry confirmed. "Are you able to give this to the house elves and ask them to put it into Professor Snape's coffee or whatever he drinks for breakfast, please?"
The ghost chuckled and replied, "Oh yes, big brother; I can do that. However, I don't need the house elves for that. I can just enter the Great Hall during breakfast and spell it directly into his cup or even into his stomach."
"Directly into his stomach?" Harry chuckled. "Oh Helena, that would be brilliant. Thanks a lot!"
"Tell me, Harry, what's it going to do to him?"
"You don't think I'm going to tell you now, do you?" Harry laughed. "You'll have enough chance to admire the results, since it'll last for a whole week, provided that he doesn't find an antidote."
"Harry, you're absolutely evil, aren't you?" Helena chuckled and proceeded to escort Harry back to his room with him hiding under his new invisibility cloak.
"I'm not evil," Harry protested. "Do you think Daddy Salazar would have told me what the effects were? I don't have a clue."
ハリーと幸せの願い
Harry spent the rest of the day in Salazar's Potions lab, trying out several potions from a new hand-written book that Salazar had given him for Christmas. When Löwi alerted him to the fact that Minerva had arrived to see him, Harry just told him to bring her through to him.
"Hello Professor, two minutes please," he apologized quickly, before he continued to count the clockwise stirs he had to finish before he could put the potion under a Stasis Spell.
"Hello Harry; how were your holidays?" Minerva asked gently, silently admiring his potions skills once more.
Harry sighed. "Absolutely brilliant, and yours?"
"Well, holidays are always very restful, even if I spend them at Hogwarts."
"So did I," Harry chuckled. "Hogwarts is my home, and I really love it; it's just so strange when I'm here in the future. I expect my parents to come out of the living room over there, but they won't. I wait for Daddy Salazar to appear in the Potions classroom and shout at Professor Snape for giving me detention, but he won't."
'No, I'm not going to cry like a little baby,' he thought, noticing that tears were welling in his eyes.
"Harry, you may cry; it's only natural. Many of the first year students get homesick, and for you it must be worse than for the others, because you live alone in your own rooms, where everything reminds you of your parents. I can understand that very well," Minerva said softly, gently putting an arm around his shoulders.
"Thank you, Professor; I'm sorry," Harry apologized. He sniffled a little and explained, "I received a new Potions book for Christmas, and I wanted to try out two new potions; that's why I came here."
"What kind of potions are they?" Minerva asked with interest.
"Ah, they're just healing potions, which I have to practise since I'm supposed to take my Potions NEWTs this summer, in the past I mean of course."
Minerva smiled fondly at the child. "It's amazing watching you brew potions; it's like watching Professor Snape. It's such a pity that the two of you can't get along. If you worked together, you would be absolutely brilliant. You might even be able to cure Professor Lupin," she said more to herself than to Harry.
"Professor Lupin? What's wrong with him?" Harry asked astonished.
"Oh Harry," Minerva gave him a horrified look, "please forget what I said; I can't tell you that. It's his business and not something I can tell you. Well, I'll leave you to your brewing. Please be on time for the Welcoming feast; it'll probably start around six o'clock."
"I'll be there, Professor," Harry promised, turning back to his potions. 'Of course I'll be on time for dinner tonight,' he thought, 'but more than that I'm looking forward to breakfast tomorrow morning to see what Daddy Salazar's potion is going to do to Snape.'