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!

"Harry, what's wrong?" Madam Pomfrey asked in concern, motioning Harry over to a chair.

"It's all right," Harry replied slowly, trying to get a grip on the pain in his head. "It's probably a warning. Dad Godric placed a charm on me that prevents me from telling my secret to anyone, whom I don't want to tell it. Me even considering telling Snape probably triggered a warning, causing me to get a splitting headache. Could I possibly have a headache potion?"

"Of course," Poppy replied and left the room returning a minute later with a small goblet holding a light orange potion.

Harry gulped down the cool liquid and sighed in relief when he handed the goblet back. "Thanks a lot, Madam Pomfrey," he said gratefully.

"I could offer that I speak to Professor Snape, provided that you don't mind me telling him," Poppy offered gently.

Suddenly, Harry had an idea. "No. I know what we could do. Oh well, yes, I'd appreciate it very much if you could speak to Snape, but don't tell him the truth. I have a book with potions recipes, which is handwritten by Dad Salazar. He gave me a copy of his own book, before I came to the future. We could tell him that I have the book and know how to brew the potion, and if he asks where I got the book, I'll tell him that I received it by owl delivery on my eleventh birthday. I don't mind telling Professor Lupin the whole truth though, if you think that he'll keep my secret."

"That's a good idea, Harry," Poppy replied warmly, "and yes, I'm sure that Professor Lupin will keep your secret. Do you want me to tell them right now?"

Harry sighed. "Why not? I should do my homework, but well, I won't have any more time to spare tomorrow either. Lupin should be told first in case that he doesn't want to test a potion I brewed."

"He will, Harry, but yes, I'll call Professor Lupin first," Poppy replied and headed to the fireplace.

Over the next thirty minutes Poppy and Harry told the stunned professor how Harry had grown up.

"Harry, I don't want to get my hopes up, but are you sure that you can brew this cure for lycanthropy?" Remus asked in amazement.

Harry laughed. "Yes, I can brew the wolvescure potion. It's a NEWT class potion, but Dad Salazar made me study all the NEWT class potions after I took my OWLs. Um... when is the next full moon?"

"On Wednesday night, which means that Professor Snape will begin brewing the Wolfsbane tonight, because I'd have to take it tomorrow, Tuesday, and on Wednesday," Remus explained. "Did you really take your OWLs in the past?"

"Yes, I can show you my results sometime. So that means we have to tell Snape immediately. Professor Lupin, I don't want him to know the truth, so please be careful with what you say. We're going to tell him that I received the book with the recipes as well as a few old ingredients for my eleventh birthday."

Remus gently laid an arm around Harry's shoulders, while Poppy hurried to the fireplace to call Snape. "Thank you, Harry, for telling me the truth. I really appreciate it, and I'm very happy for you. You've become an amazing young man."

"Thank you, Professor," Harry replied just when Snape stepped out of the fireplace.

"Lupin, Potter," he acknowledged their presence, before he turned to Poppy. "What is it? I don't have much time, because I have to brew the Wolfsbane tonight."

"That is why you were asked to come here, Severus. You won't have to brew it anymore," Lupin blurted out, looking very happy.

"And why would that be? Going to gallivant the grounds in the moonlight? Perhaps together with Potter?" Snape sneered.

"In fact it's the opposite," Poppy began to explain. "Harry is in the possession of a book of Salazar Slytherin. Said book contains a recipe of the wolvescure potion, which seems to be a cure for lycanthropy. Harry knows how to brew the potion and is willing to brew it for Professor Lupin tonight."

"And you believe that?" Snape sneered. "Well then maybe I'll never have to brew the potion for you anymore, Lupin."

"Professor, I merely wanted to inform you that you don't have to brew the Wolfsbane potion tonight," Harry replied icily. "Professor Lupin is willing to try the potion, and believe me I know what I'm doing. If you want to supervise me, you're welcome, although I don't have detention tonight," he added, remembering what he had promised the headmaster.

"Before you do anything, you'll attend dinner in the Great Hall, all three of you," Poppy threw in with a stern voice. "Afterwards I will accompany Severus and Harry to the Potions classroom, and I'll assist if Harry needs help preparing the ingredients."

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After dinner, Harry hurried back to his room and into Salazar's private lab to gather the recipe book as well as all the ingredients he would need, before he flashed down to the dungeons, knowing that he had to start as soon as possible, since he still had homework left to do that night.

Harry gently instructed Poppy what she could do to help him, while Snape and Lupin were watching in amazement how competent and certain Harry was as he began brewing the difficult potion.

"How long will it take you to brew?" Poppy asked after a while.

"Five hours," Harry replied absentmindedly, concentrating on stirring the potion thirty times counter clockwise.

Poppy and Remus gasped simultaneously. "Harry, why did you start at that time of the day? You could have brewed the potion tomorrow," Remus asked.

Harry shook his head. "I don't have any more time before Wednesday because of my detentions, and it's safe to take this potion within ten days before the full moon until the day before the full moon."

"I'm sorry, Harry..."

"Now shut up, Lupin!" Snape hissed at the man. "The brewing of a difficult potion affords an enormous amount of concentration. Potter can't listen to your babbling all the time."

Harry threw the Potions professor a grateful look and continued to concentrate on his potion.

Two hours later, the potion had to simmer for five minutes, and Harry sat down on a chair in relief, before he all of a sudden remembered something. "Excuse me, but could one of you contact Professor McGonagall and tell her that I'm here and won't be able to return on time for curfew? Otherwise she'll be worried if she comes to check up on me and I'm not there."

"I'll contact her," Lupin offered, hurrying to the fireplace.

"Harry, did you say you still had homework to do today?" Poppy asked, giving the boy a concerned look.

"Yes," Harry admitted. "It will take me about two hours."

"No Harry, you won't do anything tonight, and I'm going to take you with me to stay in the hospital wing overnight, because I want to make sure that you'll get enough sleep before I let you attend classes tomorrow. I'll excuse you with your teachers including your homework."

"Potter, consider this to be your Monday and Tuesday detention," Snape spoke up, remembering the headmaster's advice.

"Thank you, Madam Pomfrey, Professor Snape," Harry said gratefully and returned to his cauldron, while Poppy continued preparing the ingredients under Harry's supervision until she was called to the hospital wing.

"I'll take over," the Potions Master offered and took over her work, so that Harry could finish his potion at midnight.

Harry fetched a goblet from the shelf and filled the potion in, giving it a piercing look and sniffing at it, before he handed a goblet full of the slightly yellowish potion to Remus, who had been sitting there quietly.

Under Professor Snape's watchful eyes, Remus gulped down the potion, slightly relaxing when nothing happened.

"It's a bit late to ask, Potter, but do you know of any side effects to the potion? Seeing that the book is written in Parseltongue, I'm unable to read it myself," the Potions Master enquired.

"As far as I know, there are none," Harry replied tiredly, unable to suppress a yawn while he cleaned his working space.

"It's all right, Potter, I'll clean up. You need to go to bed. Lupin, can you please take Potter to Pomfrey on your way back?" Snape spoke up, surprising Harry completely.

Twenty minutes later, to Harry's absolute annoyance he found himself in one of the crispy white hospital wing beds. He had tried to argue with the Mediwitch pointing out that he was completely well, but she insisted on keeping him, so that he could sleep in on Monday morning.

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Harry did not awaken until lunchtime, feeling well rested and slightly excited. 'Will the potion work?' he mused anxiously. 'Why shouldn't it work? It always worked in the past, so it should work now,' a voice in the back of his mind replied coolly.

Since he did not have detention on Monday and Tuesday he had enough time to do his homework, and he even managed on Tuesday evening to have tea in his room along with Hermione, Blaise, Neville, and Draco until everyone had to return to their houses on time for curfew.

On Wednesday, Harry was extremely excited, although he couldn't understand the reason. 'Dad has healed many werewolves with that potion, and I'm sure that I brewed it correctly,' he tried to calm himself in vain.

After their Defence Against the Dark Arts class, Professor Lupin told him to stay back for a moment and once more thanked him profusely.

"You don't have to thank me, Professor; I didn't invent the wolvescure potion; I merely brewed it for you, and I think that I brewed it correctly..." He slowly trailed off, noticing that his voice was wavering. "I hope you'll be all right, Professor," he added sincerely. 'I wish so much that I could help him and heal him; I really like the man,' he mused.

"I'm sure that I'll be all right. You must be an extremely good brewer considering that even Professor Snape acknowledges the fact," Lupin said calmingly. "Nevertheless, I'm going to spend the night in the Shrieking Shack, so that I wouldn't be able to harm anyone, even if the potion didn't work and I transformed."

"I'm sorry Professor, but what is the Shrieking Shack?" Harry asked astonished.

"The Shrieking Shack is an old building, which Dumbledore had the house elves build when I was a student. It's half way down the road to Hogsmeade. I always spent the nights of the full moon there when I was a student, which was before the Wolfsbane potion," Lupin explained gently. "All right, Harry; let's head down to dinner."

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During his detention, Harry had to concentrate hard, especially as the teacher didn't make him clean cauldrons but asked him to brew a batch of Pepperup potion for the hospital wing. 'Is he trying to be nice?' Harry thought amazed, glad that he could brew even though he had some problems concentrating full on what he was doing. Two hours later, when Harry finished the potion, Snape looked piercingly at the liquid and sniffed, before he took a small amount on a tea spoon, putting it in his mouth, and nodded contentedly.

"All right, Potter. You can bottle the potion and take the batch to Madam Pomfrey for use in the hospital wing."

Harry hurried to fill small phials with the potion and clean his work space, before he hesitantly asked, "Is there anything else?"

"No, you may go," the teacher dismissed him, and Harry quickly left the room, hardly able to believe that his detention was already over and it was only nine o'clock.

Harry walked by the hospital wing to give Madam Pomfrey the potion. The Healer thanked him profusely, giving him a piercing look.

"Harry, are you as excited as I am?" she asked gently.

Harry sighed. "I don't know why, but I'm very excited, although I know that my Dad has cured many werewolves using the same potion. Are you excited as well? You always seem to be so calm to me," he blurted out.

"No. I've known Professor Lupin since he was eleven and came to Hogwarts about twenty years ago, and of course I know him quite well, because I always accompanied him to the Shrieking Shack the night of the full moon and back to the hospital wing the following morning, where he would normally stay the day after his Transformation. Therefore, tonight is a very important night for me," the healer admitted, smiling at Harry.

Harry noticed in amazement that tears began to well in the Healer's eyes, and suddenly, he had an idea. "Madam Pomfrey, if Professor Lupin transformed, at what time would he be back in his human form tomorrow morning, and at what time are you going to fetch him?"

Poppy remained thoughtful for a few seconds, before she replied, "Around six o'clock tomorrow morning. In fact, I arranged with him that I'd retrieve him tomorrow morning at seven o'clock when he has rested a bit after the possible Transformation since he insisted that he'd stay overnight in any case, even if he didn't transform. Why?"

"You know that I'm a sand phoenix, don't you? Would you like to flash to tomorrow morning and have a look?" Seeing that the woman gave him an unbelieving look, he added, "So far, I've never taken anybody with me, but it shouldn't be a problem. You just have to grab my tail feathers and not let go on the way." 'Oh, that's not true. I've once flashed taking my older self with me, even if that wasn't through time,' he recalled, however, dismissed the thought.

"All right, Harry," Poppy replied a bit apprehensively and sighed. "Let's try it out."

Harry transformed into his phoenix form, motioned Poppy to hold on to his feathers and concentrated hard on Remus Lupin tomorrow morning at six o'clock. Putting a bit more magic into the flash than normal because he had to transport a passenger, he flashed away in a wave of sand.

His first thoughts when they arrived were that the Shrieking Shack was very dusty and that he had managed to flash a passenger through time for the first time.