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!
This time, Harry found himself in his own room, but when he looked at the calendar on his desk, he stopped dead in his tracks. 'December 20th, 1094,' he read, horrified. 'Are my parents still alive now?' he mused. 'Well, if not, my sisters and brothers should still be here,' he decided and cautiously stepped over in Helga's and Salazar's quarters.
To his great relief, he found all of his parents and several of his brothers and sisters with a bunch of smaller children in the living room. "Hello," he said hesitantly.
"Thunderbolt!" Salazar, who was sporting a long, white beard, was the first to notice him, causing everyone to turn their heads to Harry.
"Oh my Leofost, what's wrong with you that you arrived at the wrong time once again?" Helga asked in concern, stepping over to the child.
"I'm sorry to disturb you," Harry replied in a small voice. "I first flashed into the year 935, although I wanted to flash to Christmas 994, and now I'm here."
"Helga, don't you remember, Harry told us something like that when he was a teenager, and from that time onwards, our parents began to visit us twice a year, which they didn't dare before as much as we invited them," Rowena threw in. "You had a potions accident or something, didn't you, Harry?"
Harry gave his mother a small nod and let Helga pull him with her to the sofa, where she ordered her great grand children to make space for him, before she waved her wand over Harry.
"You'll have to stay here for at least two days, before I can allow you to flash further into the past, Leofost. The only problem is that your future self is due to arrive here with his wife and probably two of his children or grand children any time now, and frankly speaking I don't think it would be good for you to meet them and know too much about your own future," Helga explained thoughtfully. "What are we going to do with you?"
"Maybe I could stay in the hospital room? Can't you give me a sleeping draught, so that I can just sleep until I can flash back?" Harry asked pleadingly.
"No, I have a better idea," Lily, Harry's younger sister, threw in. "This, Harry, is my husband, Mitchell McGonagall. You can come with us and spend the time at McGonagall Manor. We live there together with our children and the family of Mitchell's younger brother Milton. Milton and his wife Minerva are the many times great grandparents of the Minerva McGonagall of your time."
Seeing that a huge smile spread over her brother's face, Lily turned to Helga. "May Harry come, Aunt Helga?"
Although she would have preferred to keep Harry close, Helga had to admit that this was the best solution and let Harry go with Lily, instructing her to keep an eye on the child and make sure that he rested enough and only flashed when he was completely recovered.
Lily and Mitchell promised to do as they were told, gathered their children and grand children around Harry, and activated a Portkey, which took them to the entrance hall of McGonagall Manor.
"Do you already have Portkeys?" Harry wondered in amazement.
"Yes, because you told us about them and taught us to make them," Mitchell laughed, causing Harry to smirk.
"We have an east wing and a west wing here at McGonagall Manor," Lily explained gently. "We live in the east wing and Minerva and Milton live in the west wing with their family. They have two children and five grand children just like we do. This door here leads to a huge parlour, where we often meet for tea in the evenings." She pointed to the two adults, who had remained beside them. "These are my daughter Ginevra and my son-in-law Martin. Our son Harry and his wife Anna don't live here with us."
Harry couldn't help grinning and apologized, "I'm sorry, but it's so hard to believe that you're my baby sister Lily and to have you introducing me to your children, who are three or four times as old as I."
"Well, it's strange to see my adored older brother as a child," Lily smiled back. "Harry, are you feeling well enough to join us for tea and to meet the rest of the family?"
"Of course," Harry replied and followed his sister and her daughter into the parlour. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw himself face to face with Minerva McGonagall. The lady in front of him was not only of the same age as his professor, but she looked absolutely identically.
"Hello Harry," the lady greeted him gently. "I've met your older self a few times, and I've heard many things about you and your teacher, who is my many times great granddaughter."
"Hello, Professor," Harry blurted out. "Um... I'm sorry for my reaction, but you look exactly like my professor. It's as if you were her lost twin."
Minerva smiled. "You don't have to call me professor, Harry. I'm Minerva. Anyway, I heard that I did, but unfortunately, I haven't had the opportunity to meet her yet. Maybe you can bring her here some time." She ushered Harry to the sofa, introducing her husband, who was just playing wizard's chess with his brother.
Harry stayed three days and four nights at McGonagall Manor and enjoyed his stay very much, although he couldn't get used to the thought that the ninety-eight year old woman was his little sister Lily, who had only been seven when he last saw her in the summer. Minerva and Milton invited Harry to stay over Christmas, but knowing that Lily and her family would spend Christmas at Hogwarts and feeling well enough to flash safely Harry decided to leave on the morning of Christmas Eve. After thanking everyone profusely, receiving a series of hugs and kisses in return, Harry transformed into his phoenix form and concentrated on his own room on the twenty-second of December, 994.
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This time, Harry managed to arrive at the right time. He sighed in relief when he left his room to look for his mothers. Strangely, Lily was the first he met, and Harry pulled her into a bear hug. 'That's what Lily is supposed to look like,' he mused, throwing his small sister a huge smile.
"Hi Harry; I'm so glad that you're back," Lily said happily, hugging him back. "Mum is in her office and Aunt Helga in the hospital room."
"Thank you," Harry replied, hurrying to the hospital room. He couldn't wait to tell his mother about his experiences on his way home.
Unfortunately, his father was with his mother and scolded him vehemently after hearing about his fight with Professor Snape. "I'll write to Professor Snape to thank him for his offer and ask him to supervise you," he decided, throwing Harry a menacing glare.
"But then I'll only be able to study when he has time to supervise me. I'll never manage to finish the Potions Mastery this summer," Harry complained heatedly.
"And why is that such a problem, Thunderbolt? You can take the mastery test a year later, but if something happens to you, because you're brewing difficult potions on your own, you may never be able to become a Potions Master," Salazar replied sharply.
"Your father is right, Leofost," Helga agreed, "we don't want anything to happen to you."
"All right, but please make sure to tell him only to supervise me with difficult potions above NEWT level and not when I just want to brew a simple headache potion," Harry said grumpily, glaring at his father.
"Agreed," Salazar replied, smirking, and patted Harry's shoulder, before he strode out of the room.
"Now you have to tell me everything about your travel, Leofost," Helga said gently, pulling him onto a chair in her office, where she patiently listened to Harry's story. "I'm glad that you had such nice experiences, Leofost, and I'm even more happy that you're all right, but I hope you learned to be more careful before flashing from now on," she finally told him, pulling him in a bear hug.
"I'll try to be more careful," Harry gave back unsurely. "Um... Mum, do you know if Godiva is here over the holidays?"
Helga smiled at her oldest son. "Yes sweetie, she told me she had promised you to remain here over the Christmas holidays this year."
Harry's expression darkened a bit. "Yes, well, in fact I have to return to the future for Christmas, because they're going to have a Yule Ball and all the students have to be at Hogwarts for the ball. I thought I could ask Godiva to accompany me."
"So you won't be here over Christmas?" Helga queried, sounding slightly disappointed.
"We can leave tomorrow and come back on the same day of course. I don't mind having Christmas twice this year, but let me ask Godiva first. I'd really like to take her with me," Harry replied excitedly, causing Helga to laugh.
"I'm sure she'll travel with you. She told me that she'd love for you to take her to the future with you sometime. However, you have to promise me that you will only flash with a passenger if you're really feeling well."
"Yes, I promise. Back in September, I finally told my friends the truth, and they'll help me make sure that nobody guesses where she comes from. Well, who would be able to guess that she came from your time anyway?" He shrugged.
"No one would, that's for sure, Leofost. Why don't we go to the Great Hall? It's nearly time for dinner, and you can meet with your girlfriend."
"Oh, is it already that late? I didn't even say hello to Mum Rowena and Dad Godric," Harry replied in surprise and followed his mother out of the hospital room.
When they entered the Great Hall, Harry glanced around in complete amazement. 'This is beautiful,' he thought. 'They've decorated the Great Hall just as Minerva taught them last year. I just love the colourful baubles on the tree and the mistletoe all over the walls.'
"Lufu!" his mother's voice pulled Harry out of his musings.
"Hi Mum," Harry replied happily, letting himself be pulled into a bear hug.
"Harry!" Godiva appeared behind Rowena. "I'm so glad you're here!"
"I'm glad to be here, too," Harry replied, smiling at his girlfriend, before he hugged her lightly. "Godiva, we're going to have a Yule Ball on Christmas in the future, and I thought that maybe you'd like to accompany me," he said hesitantly, looking at her shyly.
"I'd love to come with you, Harry," Godiva agreed happily. "When are we going to leave?"
Harry thoughtfully exhaled his breath. "Theoretically we can leave at any time. We can be back on the same day if you wish, so that we can have Christmas twice."
"That's too funny," Godiva chuckled. "Harry, I don't mind at all. It's up to you. Is it too strenuous to flash me with you?"
"No, of course not; however, we should travel in the morning since I need to be well rested in order to flash safely. Well, if you don't mind, I suggest that we travel on Christmas Eve. That's the day after tomorrow, isn't it?"
"Yes," Godiva supplied, looking at him with a combination of expectation and excitement.
"All right then, let's leave Christmas Eve morning right after breakfast, and we can be back later on the same day," Harry suggested, sighing in relief when Godiva agreed immediately. 'It's great to have such an uncomplicated girlfriend,' he mused, feeling absolutely delighted.
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The next day passed in a blur. His parents and his small siblings wanted to spend time with Harry, and Godiva had many questions concerning the future. In spite of knowing that she would be together with Harry the whole time, she seemed to be a bit anxious to travel a thousand years into the future.
"Godiva, everything will be all right," Harry tried to console her. You already know Professors McGonagall and Snape, and you will be staying either here in our quarters with me or in Gryffindor with my friend Hermione. I'll flash us to the evening of the twenty-second of December, so that you can get to know my friends on that day and you have the twenty-third to get used to everything. We also have to go shopping at Diagon Alley to buy clothes or at least dress robes for you, because people wear very different clothes in the future. I can show you some photographs of my friends." He slowly trailed off, not knowing if Godiva was interested in watching his photos of his friends.
"Oh that would be great," Godiva replied excitedly, throwing him an expectant look as Harry pulled his photo album out of his trunk. "Do you think I should ask Professor Ravenclaw if she could transfigure my clothes into something matching for the future?" she asked hesitantly after looking at the photographs and asking Harry about the people in the pictures.
Harry remained pensive for a moment, before he decided, "You could do that, but I think it's easier if we ask Professor McGonagall to come over to our room and do that for you. Mum Rowena has never been to the future so far and doesn't know exactly what your clothes should look like."
Godric also talked to Godiva and told her many stories of his three-month stay in the future, while Salazar had another stern conversation with Harry concerning his fight with Severus and handed him a letter for Professor Snape, while Rowena and Helga had written to McGonagall and Pomfrey and even included presents for the two professors they knew and the Healer.
After breakfast on Tuesday morning, Harry's parents and siblings hugged Harry and Godiva, wishing them good luck for their travel and encouraging them to have a lot of fun, causing Harry to roll his eyes.
"We'll probably be back tonight, you know," he gave back, annoyed by all the fussing, especially as he noticed Helga taking Godiva aside instructing her to keep an eye on him and not let him flash if he wasn't one hundred percent well.
"Let's go," he finally told his girlfriend, making sure that he had both of their shrunken travel bags in his robe pocket, before he transformed into his phoenix form.
Rowena instructed the girl to grab his tail feathers, and as soon as Godiva complied, Harry concentrated on the evening he wanted to arrive in the future and flashed away in a small mist of sand.
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'Thank Merlin I managed to arrive at the right time,' he confirmed at once, before he turned to Godiva. "Are you feeling all right? When my older self flashed me here the first time I felt very dizzy."
"Yes, I just felt a bit dizzy, but it's all right now. Are we in the future?" she queried, curiously looking around Harry's room.
"Yes, we're in the future. It's the twenty-second of December, 1994," Harry replied, making her sit on his bed, "and I assume that Professor McGonagall will show up shortly. She always places a charm on my room so she knows when I'm back, and normally she comes to check on me as soon as she can." He sat down next to his girlfriend, hesitantly pulling her close.
The two students spent half an hour cuddling and kissing, before McGonagall finally arrived.
"I'm sorry you had to wait, Harry, but Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Weasley had a huge fight on the Quidditch pitch, trying to throw each other from their brooms, and I had to take them to the hospital wing first. Welcome to the future, Ms. O'Connor," she said gently, shaking Godiva's hand.
"Thank you, Professor. I'm very happy but also very excited to be here, and I hope I won't do everything wrong," she replied shyly.
"Everything will be all right, dear," McGonagall reassured her in a soft voice, before she offered, "Shall I transfigure your clothing into something more modern?"
"Yes please," Godiva replied gratefully.
Knowing that she was in good hands for the moment, Harry quickly stole himself away and headed into his lab to down a headache potion, feeling much better when he returned into his room two minutes later. Seeing Godiva he stopped dead in his tracks.
"Wow, you look absolutely gorgeous," he breathed, looking at his girlfriend in awe.
"Thank you Harry, thank you Professor," Godiva laughed, glancing down her front side.
"You're welcome, Ms. O'Connor," Minerva said gently, smiling at the two students. "By the way, where are you going to stay? Do you need me to organize something for you?"
"Thank you Professor, but Mum Rowena suggested that she could stay in my parents' guest room," Harry explained and led the way into Rowena's and Godric's quarters.
"Very well," McGonagall nodded her agreement, before she let out a long sigh and continued, "I'm sorry Harry, but I have to take you with me to the Headmaster's office. Professor Dumbledore urgently needs to speak with you. He even went to the Dursley residence to search for you, because he couldn't find you anywhere."
"Why?" Harry asked in total confusion.
"I'm sorry, my dear, I have no idea what it is about, but it seemed to be important. I suggest that you take Godiva with you and accompany me to Professor Dumbledore's office.
"All right," Harry agreed, sighing, taking Godiva's hand in his own as they followed the professor into the corridor.