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!


'Thank Merlin,' Harry mused. 'If I managed to flash Madam Pomfrey nine hours into the future, I should be able to flash the greasy git one thousand years into the past, shouldn't I?'

Suddenly, he remembered why they had flashed to the Shrieking Shack in the first place and looked over to the bed where Madam Pomfrey was waving her wand at Professor Lupin, who was peacefully asleep.

"Harry, I don't think he transformed last night," she said finally. "His condition would not be this good if he had just transformed back."

Hearing the Healer's voice, Remus woke up with a jolt. "Madam Pomfrey, Harry," he said sleepily, before he all of a sudden sat up and turned to Harry. "Come here, Harry!"

Harry curiously stepped over to the bed at the commanding voice and felt himself being pulled into a bear hug. "Harry, you cured me! I can't even thank you enough for what you did for me! James and Lily would be so proud of you!"

"Congratulations Remus!" Madam Pomfrey threw in only to scold him lightly, "Don't squash the poor child. He can barely breathe."

"Harry, are you sure that I only have to take the potion once, or do you have to brew it every month?" Remus asked suddenly.

Harry shook his head. "No, you only had to take it once; it's a permanent cure. I'm positive," he added firmly. 'My parents will be so proud of me; I can't wait to tell Dad Salazar that I managed to heal a werewolf with his cure,' he mused.

"I thought so," Remus replied. "Apart from the usual transformation, I felt horrible even before and after the full moon, but since I took the potion Sunday evening I have felt completely fine for the first time since I can remember. Today will be the first time I am able to teach classes right after the full moon. Is it already time to leave?" he turned to Poppy.

Madam Pomfrey smirked. "Well, you're free to go. It's only six o'clock. May I tell him, Harry?"

"Of course," Harry laughed.

"For us, it's still yesterday evening nine o'clock. But neither of us could wait to see if you were all right, so Harry flashed us a few hours into the future. We'll have to flash back in time in order to get some sleep. We can accompany you back to the castle and flash from there, Harry, can't we?"

"Of course," Harry replied, feeling extremely happy.

"You don't have to escort me. I'm completely fine and am able to return to my quarters on my own. Harry, take care flashing you and Madam Pomfrey back and sleep well," Remus replied in determination.

"All right, Professor; I'll see you in class then," Harry agreed and transformed back into his phoenix form, concentrating on the hospital wing at quarter past nine the previous evening, where they re-appeared in a small flash of sand.

"Thank you so much, Harry, for taking me there and of course for healing Remus," Poppy said warmly.

"That's all right," Harry replied, yawning. "Good night, Madam Pomfrey." 'It's much more tiring to flash someone than flashing alone,' he mused while he returned to his room, glad that it was it was so close to the hospital wing.

By the time Professor McGonagall came to check on him, Harry was already fast asleep, more peacefully than the teacher had ever seen him sleep. He even had a small smile playing on his lips, leaving the professor to wonder what had happened.

"He seems very happy tonight," Minerva said to Löwi, smiling, while she gently stroked the griffin's fur.

Löwi purred contentedly, obviously liking the old lady, who smelled like a cat.

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The next few weeks passed relatively uneventfully. Snape and Harry both tried to behave civically towards one other, and Snape had Harry brew potions during his detentions instead of cleaning cauldrons, which had the additional advantage that his detentions were usually finished earlier than before, so that Harry had a bit more time to cope with his assignments.

However, a week before the beginning of the holidays was the next full moon, and while Madam Pomfrey and Remus had kept quiet about the fact that Remus was healed, this time the Headmaster found out that Snape hadn't brewed the Wolfsbane potion.

"What do you mean you don't have to brew the Wolfsbane potion anymore?" Dumbledore enquired sternly.

"Potter brewed a potion from an old recipe book that was written by Salazar Slytherin and cured the werewolf," Snape replied shortly. "Please ask Lupin; it's not my secret to share."

"I shall do that then," the Headmaster replied warmly. "I'm glad that you're relieved from the burden to brew that potion every month."

Being questioned by Professor Dumbledore, Lupin admitted that Harry had in fact cured him of his Lycanthropy. "I'm sorry Headmaster, I was so happy and wrapped up in my happy thoughts that I completely forgot to inform you," he apologized. "I don't think Harry wants many people to know though; he is a very private person."

"I know," the Headmaster replied thoughtfully and decided to speak with the boy.

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Harry anxiously entered the Headmaster's office, politely declining the lemon drop that was offered to him.

"Harry, you managed to do something that many people over several hundred years have tried to do without any success," Dumbledore began, causing Harry to groan inwardly.

"I merely brewed a potion that I knew was in a potions recipe book, which I received for my eleventh birthday. It's Salazar Slytherin's book, and the recipe was named 'Wolvescure potion' and was described as being a cure for Lycanthropy. When I heard by chance that Professor Lupin was a werewolf, I offered to brew the potion for him."

"Might I have a look at that recipe, my boy?"

"Yes, but it's written in Parseltongue," Harry replied. 'Thank God Dad Salazar did write it in Parseltongue for me,' he mused, while the Headmaster remained thoughtful.

"Harry, there are many werewolves out there," he said finally. "Don't you think we should cure all of them, my boy?"

"Of course," Harry replied carefully. "I don't mind brewing many batches of the potion."

"Would you be willing to work together with Professor Snape? If you managed to cure the werewolves, the Ministry would surely enquire and want to know how you managed it, and they will hardly believe that an eleven-year-old boy was able to do what generations of Potions Masters failed to do."

"That's not my problem, Professor. I don't care what they believe. I'm willing to help the people, but I have to do it on my own. I can't work together with Professor Snape," Harry replied firmly, thinking about how the professor had sneered at Hermione, taking points off her because she accidentally sneezed in her cauldron causing her potion to explode that very morning.

"Maybe you could think over the matter during the holidays, my boy. If you agreed, it would even be possible to bring you back to Hogwarts earlier this summer," the Headmaster told Harry.

'No Headmaster, that won't be possible.' Harry grinned inwardly, looking forward to seeing his parents soon. "I'll think about it, Professor," he replied in order not to anger the Headmaster.

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Together with his friends, Harry took the Hogwarts Express to King's Cross, and while everyone was being picked up by their parents, Harry remained on the train and flashed to Diagon Alley. He had spoken with Professor McGonagall a few days earlier and had asked her for a list of books, which he would need for his second year, and she had managed to hand him a list along with a warning that some of the titles could change before the beginning of the school year.

He had also spoken to Löwi and suggested that the griffin should accompany him to the past in order to bring a friend to the future with him, so that he wouldn't be alone all the time, and Löwi had happily agreed.

Harry quickly bought his school books, glad that he had enough money left from the money given to him by his older self. 'I have to figure out how to get money,' he mused and decided to ask Professor McGonagall or Professor Lupin when he returned from the past.

After buying a few presents for his parents, he flashed back into the past along with Löwi. This time, he managed to arrive on the second day of the summer holidays.

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Harry transformed back into his human form and looked at the self adjusting calendar on the wall that showed, 'June 12th, 992, Monday, 9:23 p.m.' He glanced at the doors to his parents' chambers, seeing that the door leading to Rowena's and Godric's quarters was open, and a broad smile spread over his face. 'They left the door open for me just like when I was little, so that I know where they are,' he mused while he hurried into his parents' living room.

"Lufu!" Rowena was the first to notice him and motioned him over, making space for him on the sofa.

"Leofost! Thank God! You managed to arrive at the right time," Helga sighed in obvious relief, hurrying over to the child to pull him into a bear hug.

"Hello Mum Helga, Mum Rowena, Dad Godric, Dad Salazar," Harry replied, smiling. "I'm so happy to be home!" He let himself sink onto the sofa between his two mothers, who cuddled him from both sides.

"You look much better than the last time you were home," Helga stated contentedly.

"Are you still in detentions every night?" Salazar enquired.

Harry let out a small snort. "I had to serve detention in the Potions classroom from the first day of classes to the last, except for a few days when I wasn't well and Professors McGonagall and Dumbledore forbade Snape demanding that I serve detention on the weekends anymore; and then Snape let me off for two days, because I brewed the wolvescure for a werewolf, which helped Snape, because he was brewing something for him every month to help with the transformations."

"There are werewolves in the future?" Salazar asked in surprise. "Why don't they brew the wolvescure for them?"

"Because they don't have it; it seems to have gotten lost over the centuries," Harry replied. "I only found out by chance that our Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher was a werewolf, and then I brewed the potion for him and cured him."

"So everybody knows by now that you come from the past, Leo?" Godric enquired.

Harry shook his head. "No Dad, and I don't want them to know. Only Professor McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey, and now Professor Lupin knows as well. He was the one I cured and I told him because I really like him. Plus he was a good friend of my biological parents, and they would certainly have wanted me to cure him and to tell him the truth, but nobody else knows, although the headmaster and Professor Snape seem to be very suspicious."

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During the first week, Harry really enjoyed being back home. He spent lots of time with his parents, asking all the questions that had arisen during the school year. When the first week was over, he began doing his summer assignments in the mornings and studying for the Potions NEWTs in the afternoons.

One day, Löwi returned from the forest with a female griffin in tow. He introduced her to Harry, telling him, "This is my best friend, and she has agreed to come with us to the future. We hope to have a huge family with many cubs in the forest, just where we lived here."

"All right, Löwi; I'm very happy that you found such a good friend," Harry replied happily, laughing at the thought of his familiar becoming a father to a pack of cubs. 'I just hope I'll manage to flash them both with me,' he mused. 'Maybe we should practice flashing one day to the next, before we go back to the future.'

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One day, Harry was helping Rowena arrange the time tables for the coming school year, answering the many questions about the future that she had. Suddenly, he remembered something.

"Oh by the way, Mum Rowena," he said a bit hesitantly, because he wasn't exactly sure if his mother would take it well, "Helena told me that she had some unfinished business with you and wanted to apologize to you. I don't know the details, but you obviously had a big fight with her when she was older. She asked me to bring you to the future whenever you are ready to speak with her. Please tell me if you'd like to come to the future and speak with Helena. I'd really appreciate it," he added slowly.

"All right Harry. We can do that at some point," Rowena replied thoughtfully. "Please tell her that I'm glad that she wants to talk and apologize, Lufu. I accept her apology, even if I have no idea what the whole thing is about, considering that she'll only be a year old in four weeks. Anyway, maybe I'll be able to prevent us from fighting if I talk to her in the future."

"Thanks Mum Rowena," Harry replied, sighing in relief. 'Thank Merlin; I hated that they were fighting,' he mused, suddenly realizing how late it was. "Oh, I'm sorry, but I have to hurry; Dad Salazar is waiting for me in the Potions classroom. I have to practise another potion for my NEWTs."

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"This potion is extremely dangerous, Thunderbolt," Salazar warned him. "If you get even a drop of it on one of your limbs, you won't have the limb anymore, because it is very acidic and will eat it completely away. So please be extremely careful."

"All right," Harry replied and began to brew the potion after the recipe that his father had laid out for him.

Salazar took a seat next to Harry and quietly watched him competently inserting the ingredients. "This is one of the potions you might have to brew on your exam," he told the boy, seeing that the potion was nearly finished.

'Thank Merlin that I still have a month left to practise,' Harry mused, throwing a glance at his father.

"Thunderbolt!" Salazar shouted horrified, noticing that his son's split second of absentmindedness caused the potion to explode. He threw himself over the boy, forcing him under the table, before he himself screamed in pain as he felt the boiling liquid eat his arm away.

'I'll never be able to brew potions anymore,' was Salazar's last thought before the world turned black.