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!
In the morning, Draco had a huge fight with Ron Weasley in front of the Potions classroom, and when the classroom door finally opened and everyone rushed into the room, Ron took the seat just behind Harry, Hermione, and Neville, where Draco and Blaise normally sat. Draco and Blaise grudgingly sat on the other side, and Harry noticed that Draco threw a menacing glare in Ron's direction.
Unfortunately, thirty minutes later, Draco pulled something out of his bag and aimed it at Ron's cauldron.
"What do you think you're doing?" Blaise hissed, grabbing Draco's arm just as Draco threw the small object, which deflected his aim and landed in Harry's cauldron, making the potion explode all over the boy.
As soon as the potion hit him, pain spread over Harry's whole body and he began to shiver violently, noticing that everything seemed to become strangely blurry. Like from far away, he could hear Draco's voice, "I'm sorry Harry; I didn't mean for it to land in your potion."
He also heard the teacher sneer, "Clearly, fame isn't everything and accidents can happen even to arrogant know-it-alls, who think they can brew better than others. Go to the hospital wing, Potter."
When Draco stood up in order to accompany Harry, the teacher told him to sit down. "I'm sure a genius like Mr. Potter will find the hospital wing on his own."
As fast as he could Harry left the room, thinking, 'No, I don't want the hospital wing. I want my Mum.' He went into the toilets and transformed into his phoenix form. Trying to concentrate on his room at Hogwarts in the winter when he was eleven, he flashed into the past, so that he could get his care from his mother.
Upon his arrival, he was terrified to notice that his younger self was lying in his bed and that he was sitting on the small child's stomach. 'Oh no! I made a mistake and went too far back,' he realized.
#I'm sorry, I didn't intend to wake you up and frighten you# he told the child softly. #I'm your future self. Don't be afraid when I transform back.# He quickly jumped from the bed and transformed back into his human form.
"You are me?" little Harry asked hesitantly, looking at the older boy in awe.
"Yes, I'm you. I'm sorry, I made a mistake," the older Harry answered, shivering. "I must see Mummy Helga. Sleep well, and I'll talk to you tomorrow." He dragged himself through the connecting door into Helga's and Salazar's quarters, where he found his parents in the living room.
Since his parents at that time still didn't know of his abilities to travel through time, they gave him very suspicious looks, but when he explained what had happened and Helga noticed that he was ill, they began to accept Harry and behave normally towards him.
Helga kept Harry in bed for two days, and his younger self kept him company during that time.
When Harry felt well enough to travel back into the future, Helga suggested that he should stay over Christmas, which was in just a couple of days, and Harry happily agreed and proceeded to tell his parents about the large Christmas tree, which he had seen at Hogwarts before he went home for his winter holidays.
Harry spent another two days in the past, talking to his parents and playing with his younger self, before he returned to the future on the day after Christmas. This time, he managed to arrive five minutes later than he had left for the past. However, since he flashed straight into his own room nobody noticed anything.
Feeling very tired from the long 'distance' flash, he decided to skip History of Magic and instead, rest until lunchtime.
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When Harry showed up in the Great Hall for lunch, his friends stormed up to him in concern. "Harry, are you all right? You looked horrible," Hermione asked, giving him a piercing look.
"I'm sorry Harry; I really didn't mean to hit your potion," Draco assured him, looking at him in concern.
"It's all right Draco; I know that," Harry replied calmingly, before he turned to Hermione. "I'm fine; everything is all right."
"What did Madam Pomfrey do to you? You look much better than before," Blaise stated, surprised to see Harry so well.
'Oh, I forgot Snape's still in his house elf form,' Harry mused, when the teacher walked behind them, and had to try hard to hide a laugh.
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The next few weeks passed relatively uneventfully. Harry still had to serve detention every evening and was busy with his homework afterwards well into the night. Fortunately, he did not have problems with any of his subjects except for History of Magic, and that was due to the fact that he did not have enough time to study for the subject.
Due to the lack of time, Harry tended to frequently skip lunch and opted to sit next to the lake to begin his homework. 'Maybe I should just jump a few hours back in time every morning, so that I can get twice the amount of sleep each night,' Harry mused one day when he was tiredly trying to get a head start on his Transfiguration homework during lunchtime, munching an apple, which he had brought with him from breakfast.
Suddenly, a menacing voice penetrated his ears. "No students are allowed to miss meals; Potter, why is it that you always assume that you're exempt from following the rules?"
"Because I don't have time to do my homework in the evening due to my detentions in the Potions classroom," Harry replied evenly, not looking up from his book.
"Well, you will write five hundred times, 'I have to follow the same rules as all the other students, and I am not allowed to miss meals.' I expect your sentences in two days, on Saturday evening."
"Yes Professor," Harry replied, feeling completely annoyed. While the professor walked back around the lake from the far end where Harry was sitting, Harry talked to the Giant Squid, complaining about the menacing professor.
Harry had just turned back to his book, when a loud splash of water penetrated his ears that by chance hit the Potions Professor full force. From the corner of his eye, Harry watched as the professor cast a drying spell on himself only to be hit by another large splash a few seconds later. The boy grinned inwardly while he kept his eyes firmly on his book, so that they didn't meet the professor's when he shot a menacing glare in Harry's direction, before he quickly strode back into the castle.
The Giant Squid returned to Harry and told him, "That was fun."
"Thanks a lot," Harry replied gratefully. "You can't imagine what that meant to me."
"You're welcome, my old friend."
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On Friday evening, Minerva came over to the Slytherin table, where Harry was sitting between Draco and Blaise. "Mr. Potter, one of our Chasers has become ill. Would you perhaps be willing to play Seeker for us in the match against Hufflepuff tomorrow?"
"Yes of course, Professor," Harry replied eagerly. 'Oh my, when am I going to do the lines for Snape?' he thought all of a sudden, putting his fork down.
"Aren't you going to eat anything?" Draco asked worriedly.
"No, I don't have time," Harry replied, panicking. "I have to write five hundred lines for Snape by tomorrow evening sometime, but don't ask me when."
Unaware of the concerned looks that followed him from the Head table, Harry hurriedly left the Great Hall and returned to his room, where he spent the next thirty minutes writing the sentence twenty times. "Oh no, Löwi, can you believe that I'm already late for my detention? I have to flash down to the dungeons," Harry told his familiar and quickly transformed into his phoenix form, flashing down to the dungeons and five minutes back in time at the same time.
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"Potter sit down here and write this sentence five hundred times," the teacher sneered, motioning Harry to sit down in the front row. A small pile of parchments were laid out on the desk, and a sentence was written on the top parchment. 'I have to eat all the meals in the Great Hall.'
Harry ignored the teacher completely and began to write, trying to keep his face void of any emotions, although he inwardly groaned, 'As if I didn't already have enough lines to write for the git.'
When the professor returned to the classroom ten minutes before curfew, Harry had just managed to write two hundred lines, his hand hurt immensely, and he could hardly keep his eyes open anymore.
"Give it to me; you may finish your work in your detention tomorrow," the teacher sneered, holding out his hand for the parchments.
Harry handed his work in, ignoring the teacher's frown at his bad handwriting, and hurriedly left the room after mumbling a barely audible "Good night, sir."
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Back in his room, Harry set to work immediately. 'Thank Merlin tomorrow is Saturday and I don't have any urgent homework,' he mused while he wrote the sentence 'I have to follow the same rules as all the other students, and I am not allowed to miss meals.' over and over.
When Minerva came to check on him an hour later than usual, apologizing for being late because of her Head of House duties, Harry had just managed to finish one hundred sentences.
"Please don't apologize, Professor, I really appreciate that you come to look in on me every night, and I can fully understand that your own house has the highest priority," Harry replied tiredly, causing Minerva to give him a worried look.
"Harry, you should have been in bed quite awhile ago," she lightly scolded the student, seeing that he could hardly keep his eyes open. "What are you doing anyway?"
Harry showed her the parchment. "I have to write that five hundred times by tomorrow evening. However, with the Quidditch match tomorrow, I'll barely have time, so I have to finish tonight."
Minerva groaned. "I don't have to ask who gave you this extra work, do I?"
"I don't think so, Professor," Harry replied softly, unconsciously rubbing his aching forehead. 'If I could just go to bed,' he thought longingly.
"No Harry, you will not do any more lines tonight," the professor told him in a firm voice. "I'm going to confiscate your parchments, and you'll get them back at breakfast tomorrow, which means after you have eaten your breakfast. I completely agree with Professor Snape that you have to eat all of your meals; however, I can't approve of his methods of giving you extra work, which will only lead you in missing more meals due to the lack of time. Tomorrow morning, I'm going to have a chat with the headmaster and Professor Snape about this matter. Don't worry, Harry, and please get ready for bed."
"Thanks Professor," Harry replied, feeling incredibly relieved, and quickly got ready for bed, glad when his achy head met his pillow.
Minerva carefully tucked him in, noticing with a combination of amazement and concern that the child had already drifted off to sleep.
Unfortunately, in his relief to be allowed to go to bed early without finishing his work, Harry had forgotten to set his alarm clock and was awakened by Minerva, when she entered his room to look in on him twenty minutes before the Quidditch match was to begin.
"Harry, are you all right?" she asked in concern, sitting down on the edge of his bed, causing Harry to stir and lazily open his eyes.
"Hmm? Sorry, Pfessor, what's wrong?"
"Harry, are you going to play in the Quidditch match? It's going to commence in eighteen minutes, and you're neither dressed, nor have you eaten breakfast," Minerva replied, slightly impatiently.
"Oh no! Yes, of course, I'm going to play, Professor," Harry answered, suddenly fully awake. He quickly scrambled out of his bed, glad when the teacher left the room immediately to give him a bit of privacy. After hurriedly changing into the Quidditch outfit that Minerva had brought for him in the evening, he transformed into his phoenix form and flashed down straight into the showers of the Gryffindor changing rooms, knowing that they'd only be used after the game, so that he wasn't in danger of being seen in his phoenix form. When Harry emerged from the shower, he was greeted with great relief.
"I'm sorry Oliver, I forgot to set my alarm clock," Harry apologized to the team captain as they headed out to the pitch.
When he was circling over the Quidditch pitch in the beautiful spring weather, he saw that Löwi was flying around the pitch watching the game from a short distance away. 'When I return to the past next month, I should take him with me, so that he can bring a friend back with him. It's such a pity that there aren't any other griffins around,' he mused while he was looking for the Snitch, determined not to disappoint the Gryffindors, who were extremely kind to him, including their Head of House. Nevertheless, it took him nearly two hours to finish the match 380 – 190 in Gryffindor's favour.
Back on the ground, the Gryffindors thanked him happily, and the team invited him to their victory party in the common room.
"Thanks a lot," Harry replied gratefully. "I'll just go to my room and change, and then I'll join you, even if I have to write lines for Snape at the party."
"We'll all help you with your lines," the Weasley twins promised mischievously. "We'll see whose hand writing is similar to yours or we can easily place a spell on the writing to look like yours."
"Thanks a lot," Harry replied, feeling extremely grateful towards his friends. He slowly walked in the direction of the entrance doors to head back to his room, when all of a sudden Löwi appeared right next to him.
"Hi Löwi, did you enjoy the game?" Harry asked, glad to see his familiar.
"Yes, it was great. Harry, I have to talk with you urgently. I noticed something strange about one of the teachers," Löwi told him, sounding very concerned about something.
"Löwi, can we talk about it tonight, please? I have to take a shower and then go to the Gryffindor common room quickly," Harry replied, and when Löwi grudgingly agreed, he hurried to get ready for the party and finally left his room, taking his parchments with him.