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!
When Harry's mind slowly returned to consciousness he found himself in the hospital wing, and he recognized the voices of Madam Pomfrey and Professor McGonagall.
"What happened?" he asked in confusion.
"You were attacked by a Dementor, Harry," McGonagall explained softly, brushing his hair out of his eyes, while Pomfrey stuck a piece of chocolate into his mouth.
"Eat," she commanded, pointing to the largest bar of chocolate that Harry had ever seen. "When you've eaten up all of it you may leave and not a second earlier."
"Professor Lupin?" Harry asked hesitantly. "I mean... Is he all right?"
"Yes, he is all right. He had something urgent to speak to the Headmaster about; therefore he called me here," Minerva replied gently. "Was everything all right at Gringotts, Harry?"
"Yes, but I found a letter from my biological mother, and Professor Lupin said something about Sirius being innocent and that we had to help him. That's probably why he went to see Dumbledore."
Seeing that the professor threw him a strange look, he sighed. "Well, there was something about Peter being their Secret Keeper and a traitor if they were dead, and about Lupin and Snape being my unofficial godfathers."
McGonagall smiled at the child, whom she had known since he was a baby. "If that's true, and it has to be, because your mother would know who their Secret Keeper was, it means that Sirius Black spent twelve years in prison in spite of being innocent. Concerning Professor Snape, he was your mother's best friend, Harry, and I'm sure that you'd get along well, if you only knew each other a bit better. Maybe you should take him to your parents for a while, if you have the opportunity."
"I'll do that some time," Harry promised, pushing the rest of the chocolate away. "Let's leave here, Professor."
Minerva let out a snort. "You don't expect me to help you flee from Madam Pomfrey. I'm sorry, but you'll have to eat all of it."
Harry was still struggling with the chocolate when Professor Lupin returned with the headmaster in tow and told him, "Harry, I've sent an owl to Sirius and told him that we just learned of his innocence and that he should contact me here at Hogwarts. In case he approaches you, please bring him to me or to the Headmaster if I'm not available for some reason."
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It was only a day later that Sirius Black approached Remus, who was sitting near the Quidditch pitch reading a book to make it easy for his friend to find him. The two men talked the whole day, and in the evening Harry was called to the headmaster's office, where Professors Lupin, McGonagall, Dumbledore, and Sirius Black were assembled.
"Come in, Harry," the Headmaster greeted him in the same friendly manner that he always had, offering him a lemon drop, which to the professor's surprise, Harry accepted.
Sirius told his version of what had happened twelve years ago, and everyone carefully listened to his story.
"Sirius," the headmaster replied finally, "that sounds all very convincing, but the problem is that nobody will believe you only with a letter as proof. Where is Pettigrew?"
"He is here at Hogwarts! He is the pet rat of Ronald Weasley, a third year Gryffindor," Sirius replied eagerly. "He is the reason why I escaped from Azkaban. I came to catch him in order to have my freedom once again."
"If he's a rat, I could ask Löwi to catch him for us," Harry offered.
"Who is Löwi?" Sirius asked curiously.
"My familiar," Harry replied shyly.
McGonagall sighed. "Löwi is a griffin. Recently, we have a small pride of griffins in the forest, and one of them is bonded to Harry. I think that's a good idea, Harry, but how will he get into Gryffindor tower?"
Harry smirked. "I'll ask him to work with Hermione's cat, Crookshanks. Löwi told me they're already friends."
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Only two days later, Löwi returned to Harry with the rat in his mouth. Harry quickly threw a strong stunning spell at the rat and conjured a small cage, motioning Löwi to put the rat inside, so that they could take it to the headmaster, who immediately contacted the Aurors and put everything in motion, so that Sirius Black would officially be cleared from everything the wizarding world assumed he had done.
Finally, Sirius received a proper trial and was officially cleared and compensated for the twelve years he had spent in Azkaban in spite of being innocent, all without ever being given a trial.
The evening of the trial, which Professors Dumbledore and Lupin had attended, Harry was called to the headmaster's office once again.
When he entered the office, a much better and healthier looking Sirius stepped in front of him, pulling him into a bear hug.
"Thank you, Harry, for what you've done for me. I'll never forget it."
"I didn't do anything," Harry replied uncertainly. "I'm sorry that I couldn't do anything to help you sooner, but I'm glad that everything worked out properly."
"Harry, I don't know if they told you that I'm your godfather. I know that you're living with your relatives, but I just want you to know that if you ever want a godfather or a new home, I'll always be here for you. I'd love to spend the holidays with you, if you want."
Harry sighed. "Thanks a lot, Sirius," he finally replied. "I'd love having you as godfather, but I'm very happy at home, and I always return home during the holidays to the people, who raised me and who are like real parents to me."
Sirius gave him an astonished look. "Harry, don't tell such things. I know Petunia, and she's absolutely horrible. She hates magic, and I can't imagine that she is a loving mother to you."
Seeing Harry's uncomfortable expression, Professor McGonagall came to his aid. "I once visited Harry's family last year, and I can assure you that Harry has an extremely loving, caring family and is very happy at home."
"Sirius, look at your godson. Does he look unhappy?" Remus asked pointedly.
"No, not really," Sirius had to admit.
"If I'm unhappy then only because I always have to serve detention in the Potions classroom," Harry mumbled angrily.
"Again?" Remus asked horrified.
"Yep, but don't ask me why; he didn't tell me a reason. I helped Blaise with his potion a few days ago and Snape shouted at me then, but I don't know if that's the reason. Well, maybe he needs the company of a Potter for his well being."
Minerva sighed. "Harry, beginning next year you'll have detention with me every night, which you may serve either in your own room, or in Gryffindor tower, in the library, or in any of the other common rooms. Albus, please make note that."
"Thanks a lot, Professor," Harry replied gratefully.
"Harry, I'll speak with Professor Snape once more, but please try to get along with him," Dumbledore said gently.
Harry promised and he really tried, and the teacher tried as well and let him brew potions most of the time until they had their next fight only a week before the end of the school year.
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On Sunday evening, Harry played Quidditch with two mixed teams made up of all four Quidditch teams. As usual he caught the Snitch, but the instant he closed his hand around the struggling ball he was hit by a Bludger. When he returned to his room, he brewed a strong headache potion, and went to bed; nevertheless, he still had a headache when classes resumed on Monday.
McGonagall watched him in concern and even offered to excuse him from his detention, but Harry did not want to hear the Potions Master's nasty comments about his missed detention during the rest of the week and politely declined.
"Well, I want you to be back in your own room by curfew; otherwise, I'm going to send Löwi to fetch you," the Gryffindor Head of House threatened, noticing that he was very pale and looked outright ill, and Harry half heartedly agreed.
That evening, the professor had a whole table full of dirty cauldrons saved for Harry to clean without magic, while Snape busied himself at the teacher's desk grading Potions tests.
'He's so stupid,' Harry mused. 'He could let me grade the tests and clean the cauldrons with magic, and he'd save a lot of time.'
A small voice in the back of his mind spoke up, 'Well, he doesn't know that you've already taken your Potions NEWTs and have even begun a Potions apprenticeship with Salazar Slytherin.'
'Only four days of classes left and I can return home for the summer,' Harry thought happily, while he absentmindedly scrubbed an extremely dirty cauldron.
Like Professor McGonagall had threatened she sent Löwi to fetch Harry when the boy didn't return to his room in time for curfew. Harry and the professor both were brought out of their reveries when Löwi jumped onto the handle to open the classroom door and dashed into the room.
Before Harry and Löwi even knew what happened, Snape drew his wand and sent an Expelliarmus spell at the griffin, causing it to be flung back right into a chair.
"What are you doing? Are you stupid?" Harry shouted at the professor, totally terrified when he noticed that Löwi had obviously hurt his front paw.
Unable to think properly, Harry took the yowling Löwi from the floor, grabbed the Potions Master's arm, and flashed away, thinking of his mother Helga in her office one thousand years back in the past.
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Snape didn't know what happened when he suddenly found himself in an office that looked similar to Madam Pomfrey's together with a wounded griffin and his most hated student, who had collapsed to the ground in an unconscious state.
Before he could even get up from the floor, a lady entered the room, throwing him a strange look, before she hurried to Harry's side, shouting, "Leofost, what happened?"
Since Harry was in no condition to reply, Snape informed the unknown lady that Harry had grabbed him while in the Potions classroom and had apparated him away from Hogwarts, although that should definitely be impossible.
"Please excuse my curiosity, but who are you?" he finally asked, raising an eyebrow at the woman, who was waving her wand over Harry, muttering to herself just like Madam Pomfrey.
"I'm Helga Hufflepuff," the Healer replied, while she moved Harry onto a stretcher to place him on the nearest bed.
"Yes of course, and I'm Salazar Slytherin," Snape sneered.
"Well, that is certainly not true, considering that Salazar is my husband," Helga replied dryly, while she gently tucked Harry in and placed a kiss on his forehead. "Wake up, sweetie," she said softly, gently stroking his cheeks.
"Löwi, what's wrong with you?" she suddenly asked, noticing that the griffin remained on the same spot instead of climbing on Harry's bed.
Löwi only let out a small yowl.
"I hit the beast with an Expelliarmus spell, because it dashed into my Potions classroom, which is not a place for animals to play."
"Well, Löwi will certainly have had a reason. He never disturbs Harry if it isn't important," Helga replied icily, slowly getting angry at the unfriendly man. She waved her wand over the griffin, cast a Healing spell on his foot, and spelled a potion directly into Löwi's stomach, noticing that the griffin relaxed immediately.
"Löwi, your foot is healed, but please don't move too much tonight. Why don't you lie down on Harry's bed and rest?" she suggested, gently placing her son's familiar onto the bed.
"Was Harry hit with a spell too?" Helga asked, throwing the man a suspicious glance.
"No; he was merely cleaning cauldrons in the Potions classroom, and he apparated us here, wherever here is. Could it be that he has completely depleted his magic, considering that normally no one can apparate out of Hogwarts, let alone a thirteen-year-old along with an adult and a griffin?" Snape replied, raising an eyebrow.
Before Helga could reply, Salazar entered the hospital room, looking over to the occupied bed. "Who's that? Is that Thunderbolt?" he asked, terrified to see his oldest son unconscious.
Helga sighed. "This man hurt Löwi, and Harry obviously got upset and flashed all of them here; unfortunately, he forgot to transform into his phoenix form before flashing, so he has completely depleted his magic, and he has a concussion. It's probably the combination of both that sent him into a coma."
"Are you perhaps the famous Professor Snape, who has given our son detention every night?" Salazar growled.
"I am Severus Snape, and Potter has to serve detention if he deserves it," Snape sneered. "I'd still like to know who you are and where we are. He can't be your son, since I knew James Potter better than I'd like to know him. Well, never mind. If you would show me the way out, then I'll be on my way."
"On your way where?" Salazar asked, smirking.
"To Hogwarts of course," Severus replied impatiently.
"I can show you the way out, no problem," Salazar sneered and motioned Snape to follow him, quickly leading a very confused Professor Snape out of the castle. "If you change your mind, just ask for Salazar Slytherin," he said in a relatively gentle voice, before he made his way back to the hospital room, leaving Snape in front of the entrance doors.
"Don't tell me you left the man outside all on his own?" Helga asked quietly, shaking her head.
"Well, it's warm outside, and it's the night of the full moon, so it won't be too dark, and I don't think we have any werewolves around," Salazar replied when he joined Helga at Harry's bedside.