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 slowly turned his eyes to the girl, he saw that a huge smile spread over Godiva's face. "I'd love to become your girlfriend, Harry," she replied gently, looking curiously at the blueberry drop.
"Um... You have to lick it... um... carefully," Harry whispered, blushing deeply, before he gently laid his arm around her back, pulling her close.
Godiva curiously put the drop into her mouth, sucking on it for ten minutes, before her face took on a surprised expression and she pulled Harry's ring out of her mouth, wiping it with the handkerchief that Harry handed her.
She breathed in delight, looking at the ring in awe, "This is absolutely beautiful."
"Let me put it on you so you can make sure it fits," Harry encouraged her, gently taking the ring from her to slide it over her ring finger, which was indeed a perfect fit.
"Thank you, Harry," Godiva whispered happily, placing a kiss on Harry's cheek.
"Thank you for becoming my girlfriend," Harry replied, and his eyes began to twinkle happily as he kissed her back.
The two fourteen-year-olds remained outside until they suddenly noticed that it was becoming dark and hurried back into the castle, where Godiva proudly showed off her beautiful ring to Harry's parents.
The four Founders were very happy that their oldest son had found such a lovely girlfriend, and when Helga tucked Harry in later in the evening, she told him upon seeing the look he was giving her, "No, Leofost, you aren't too old to be tucked in, but what I wanted to say is that I'm very happy for you. Godiva is an extremely fine young lady, and I couldn't have wished for a nicer girlfriend for my oldest."
"Mum, do you by chance know when her birthday is?" Harry queried.
"I'll find out for you tomorrow, Leofost," Helga replied softly, before she left the room.
In the morning, Helga handed Harry a small parchment with a date, 'Godiva's birthday is on May 25th, 980.'
"Mum, I'll try to flash here on that date," Harry said happily, carefully pocketing the parchment.
After breakfast, Harry spent two hours with Godiva, before he had to return to his room in order to flash back to the future.
"I guess you'd prefer to be back on the evening before the Welcoming feast, is that correct, sir?" he asked Snape, who was already waiting in Harry's room along with his parents and siblings.
"As early as possible please, Harry. I have to prepare the time tables for the whole Slytherin House for the new school year," Snape replied thoughtfully.
"Is there something I can do to help?" Harry offered, giving the teacher a questioning look.
"If you don't mind, I'd appreciate some help."
"No problem. I've nothing urgent to do until the Sorting anyway," Harry replied, before he proceeded to hug each of his siblings and parents. "I'll see you at Christmas, if not earlier," he told everyone, before he transformed into his phoenix form, turning his back to Snape, so that he could grab his tail feathers.
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"It's August 31st, ten o'clock in the morning, sir," Harry announced after transforming back into his human form and glancing at the clock on his desk. "I'm sorry, Professor, for flashing into my room, but Professor Dumbledore mustn't know that I'm already at Hogwarts."
"I see," Snape smirked, while his expression became thoughtful. "In that case, I'll have to come here to draw on your kind offer to help with the time tables. In my office or even my private quarters, there is always a chance that the headmaster will intrude.
"I'm afraid that would be the best, sir. If I'm not here in my room, I might be in my Dad's lab. Do you know how to get there?"
Snape gave him a short nod. "I know the way, but I believe that you should rest for a while before brewing anything. You look exhausted, and it is extremely dangerous to brew potions in such a condition, especially if you're all on your own."
"Yes, I know, and I'm going to take a nap first," Harry replied, yawning. He went to the portrait guarding his door. "Please let Professor Snape in at any time just like Professor McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey."
"Thank you, Harry. I'll be back after you have had a few hours rest," Snape said and headed down to the dungeons. When he returned to Harry's room, a huge pile of parchments in his arms, Harry was indeed in Salazar's lab brewing what Severus recognized as a normal headache potion.
He threw Harry a questioning look, raising an eyebrow, before he set to assist the boy to prepare the remaining ingredients.
"I always get a headache after flashing over such a distance," Harry replied shortly, concentrating on proficiently stirring his potion twelve and a half times counter clockwise.
"Why don't you go to Madam Pomfrey or come to me to get a potion?" the professor asked incredulously.
"It's easier just to brew a batch myself," Harry replied absentmindedly. "I always brew potions here when I need something, so that I don't have to bother anyone."
Snape sighed in exasperation. "Harry, does anyone know what you're doing here?"
Harry frowned, while he put the potion aside and turned around to fetch a batch of small phials from the shelf, labelling them with a wave of his wand, before he bottled the potion. "Professor McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey know. They don't like it, but they believe me that I know what I'm doing, and Madam Pomfrey gave me that parchment." He pointed to a parchment on a shelf containing several potions phials, which were all properly labelled with a date and the respective name. "Every time I take a potion, she wants me to write it down here, so that she can be sure I don't take too many potions."
The Potions Master looked around the laboratory that was as well organized as his own. 'Absolutely brilliant for a fourteen-year-old,' he mused in amazement. 'Salazar must have taught him well.'
"All right, Professor," Harry sighed. "I'm sorry for the delay. Shall we begin with your time tables?"
"Yes please," Severus replied and turned to the door, noticing from the corner of his eye that Harry quickly took a sip from a phial with the freshly brewed potion and scribbled something on the parchment, before he followed him, taking the phial with him.
Harry and the professor spent the rest of day at Harry's desk, engrossing themselves with the Slytherin time tables, until Professor McGonagall entered the room, scolding Severus for missing dinner in the Great Hall and scolding Harry for not eating lunch. Finally, she called a house elf to bring dinner for the two. Harry and Severus exchanged an amused look when the Gryffindor Head of House ordered tea for herself in order to make sure that they would eat properly.
While they were eating, McGonagall questioned them about their time in the past together. Harry had the impression the teacher would love to visit his parents again.
"Professor, why don't you accompany me to the past again over Christmas?" he asked softly.
"We'll see, Harry; I'd love to go, but we can't have Professor Dumbledore get suspicious. Professor Snape and I always remained in the castle over Christmas and most part of the summer holidays, and all of a sudden, we are both absent for several weeks. This year, we won't be able to leave at all, because we're going to have guests at the school, and we'll have a Yule Ball on Christmas. Even all the students are required to return for the ball."
"Well, then I'll return for the ball and flash back afterwards. If necessary, I can tell Professor Dumbledore the truth," Harry said pensively.
"You could invite Godiva to accompany you here for the ball," Snape suggested, smirking.
"Oh, that's a brilliant idea," Harry replied excitedly. "Don't you think someone will notice that she isn't from here though?"
"No," McGonagall replied warmly. "We'll have to provide her with dress robes for our time, but no one will notice. You could tell everyone that she's attending a wizarding school abroad."
'Well, she promised to spend part of the Christmas holidays at Hogwarts this year, and even if we can't manage to leave at Christmas, we can leave at a later time and flash to Christmas this year. I hope she'll like it here,' he mused, while he drifted off to sleep that night.
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At the Welcoming Feast, the Headmaster told everyone that Hogwarts was going to host a Triwizard Tournament and students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang would join them for the whole school year.
'It's a bit sad that there won't be any Quidditch matches, but the tournament sounds interesting too,' Harry thought, while he flipped through the notes his father had given him for his mastery studies. Suddenly, a thought penetrated his mind. 'What am I going to tell my friends, why I can't study with them in the evenings? Since I don't have detention with Snape anymore, I either need another excuse in order to be able to study for the mastery in the evenings, or I have to tell them the truth.'
Finally, he decided to tell his best friends, Hermione, Luna, Neville, Blaise, and Draco, the truth. Considering that he was probably going to bring Godiva with him over Christmas, it would be the best if his friends knew everything just in case he needed their help.
Over the next few weeks, all the students' attention was directed to the upcoming arrival of the guest from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang for the Triwizard Tournament. However, as soon as everything quietened down a bit and the school was waiting for the Goblet of Fire to decide, who would participate in the tournament, Harry gathered his friends in his room, where they often met after their last afternoon classes to study together.
Harry hesitantly began to speak, hoping that his friends wouldn't despise him because of what he was going to tell them or because he only decided now to tell them the truth. "I have to tell you something. Before I continue, I'd like you to promise me that you won't be angry or hate me because of not telling you earlier and keeping this a secret from everyone. Plus, I want you to promise me that you'll keep my secret and won't speak about it with others."
"I promise," Hermione and Luna replied immediately.
"Me too," Neville agreed, followed by Blaise and Draco.
Harry sighed. "Thank you. As you know, when my parents died, Professor Dumbledore placed me with my relatives." Seeing that everyone nodded, he continued, "They were so horrible to me and hated me so much that when I was two years old, I wished to be with someone, who loved me, and using accidental magic I flashed myself one thousand years into the past. I'm an Animagus, and my Animagus form is that of a sand phoenix, able to flash through the sands of time."
His friends' expressions had changed from that of interest to one of disbelief. "I grew up with the Founders, who raised me as their child, because I'm the first child, who is a direct descendant from all four of them. They taught me all the things, which one was supposed to learn in the past, and when I was eight they made me attend first year classes, so that I took my OWLs in the past right before I came here for my first year. Of course, what I learned in the past doesn't help me too much with my classes here, since it is very different," he added, noticing an expression of envy on Hermione's face.
"Is that why you always flash home for the holidays?" Luna queried curiously.
"Yes, I always flash into the past. Sometimes, I even go home during the school year. Normally, I can manage to be back within an hour, so that no one notices."
"Harry, does the headmaster know about this?"
'A typical Hermione question,' Harry thought in annoyance, before he replied, "No, but Professors McGonagall and Lupin know as well as Madam Pomfrey, and," he chuckled, "recently, Professor Snape got to know as well, because I flashed him with me to the past, so that my father could teach him a lesson, and he in fact seemed to enjoy it and even willingly remained throughout the whole summer."
"Are you getting along better now?" Hermione enquired softly.
"Yes, much better." He pointed to the doors to his parents' quarters. "I don't know if you can see these two doors. Only people, who know, can see them. They lead to my parents' quarters. During this school year, I'll have to spend lots of time in my father's potions lab, because I'm studying for my Potions Mastery. I've already taken my NEWTs in Potions," he admitted in a small voice, before he asked hesitantly, "Will you still be my friends?"
"Of course," his five friends replied simultaneously and bombarded him with questions about the past and his life with the founders, until McGonagall came and threw them all out, because it was already past curfew.
"I'm sorry, Professor, it's my fault, because I told them the truth tonight; they had lots of questions for me, and we lost track of the time." Harry apologized, causing the teacher's stern expression to soften immensely.
"All right, Harry; let's make it your fault, so that I don't have to take House points from anyone," she smirked, and after a simultaneous chorus of, "Thank you, Professor," the five students hurried away.
Knowing that he neither had detention after dinner anymore nor needed an excuse for spending the evenings in his father's lab, Harry decided to ask Snape about brewing the wolvescure potion together in order to cure the werewolves like Dumbledore had suggested two years earlier. The next day, Harry remained after his Potions class ended and suggested his idea to Severus, who immediately agreed. Since they both had other things to do as well, they decided to merely brew a large batch of the potion on Sunday evenings and perhaps meet spontaneously for another batch during the week if they had time.
"Do you want to brew in your father's lab or in the Potions classroom? We could also use my private lab," Snape queried Harry, who sighed in return.
"I don't really mind, but Dad Salazar's lab would be the easiest, because the ingredients we need are already there," Harry replied, thoughtfully.
"All right then, we'll brew it in your lab, and if I have detention to supervise or the headmaster might come and search for me, I'll tell you to come down to the dungeons. The fireplace in your parents' living room is not connected to the internal Floo network, is it?"
Harry shook his head. "No. Unfortunately, they didn't have the Floo network yet in my parents' time, and in order to get it hooked to the internal Floo I'd probably have to tell the headmaster the truth."
"Maybe we can find another way, Harry. Let me think about it," Snape replied thoughtfully. "It's time to head to the Great Hall. Who is your Hogwarts favourite for champion?"
"Hmm... I don't really know. Maybe Cedric Diggory; he's very nice, but I don't know any of them all that well," Harry replied, trying to keep up with the professor's fast pace as he followed him up to the Great Hall, curious whom the Goblet of Fire would choose.