107 Epilogue - A Happy Boy In A Happy World

The days ahead were all about food, studies, and a lot of fun. The school became less of a deadly dungeon and more of a place everyone looked forward to going to. The pureblood supremacists were too scared of Happy, and satisfied with the returns they received from working for Happy.

In turn, Happy ensured the new generations of all those families didn't get brainwashed by the old ways. It took a few years, but the effects were all positive. Especially with the new Minister for Magic, Alastor Moody, who oversaw a few reforms in the workings of the government.

More transparency was brought in with the help of allowing wizarding citizens in the Wizengamoth chambers whenever new laws were being discussed or introduced. A new department was created to handle legal matters, where the criminals were allowed to defend themselves, while the prosecution was supposed to prove the crime. The use of Veritaserum became legal in matters of murders and sexual violence to bring out truthful statements and confessions.

At the same time, power had been taken away from the hands of pureblood families in the Wizengamot. Now, equal numbers of purebloods, half-bloods, and muggle-born wizards held votes inside the Wizengamot. And if any member had any dubious past or pending criminal investigations, they were automatically disqualified from being selected.

Strict laws were also placed on dark magic, so in case of any suspected rising Dark Lord, the matter could be dealt with in the early stages. As for Happy, he ensured that wizards couldn't meddle in his businesses.

With so much free time, Happy studied herbology and ancient runes in peace, and created his first, new Room of Requirement in his sixth year. From there, he never stopped and went on to occupy an entire corridor of the school, which was now hidden behind various secrecy charms. Hundreds of elves worked for him, and Dobby was freed from the Malfoy family's service.

Speaking of Malfoy, Draco was still a loyal worker in Happy's company, slowly rising in the office ranks. It wasn't much, but Draco felt like it was honest work.

However, in 1996, during Happy's sixth year, something even more incredible occurred. His grandpa, Benjamin G. Roosevelt, won the presidential elections after being honored with the Nobel Peace Prize for his remarkable efforts in Rwanda. His popularity skyrocketed, and Happy further blew it into the skies by investing in some very popular movies and getting Benjamin a few small roles where he could be an Easter egg for people to recognize.

The man acted in Apollo 13, voiced in Toy Story, played a background warrior in Braveheart, became a lab scientist in Mission: Impossible, a pilot in Independence Day, and also appeared in a few music videos.

It was a strange way of promotion, since none of those movies hinted at voting for him. He was just constantly there, and that simple fact made him memorable in every young or old mind. Articles were written about him, and a natural buzz was created.

When the time came, the man easily won. And once that happened, Happy had an almost unrestricted reign over the entire world. Go anywhere, do business anywhere, feed anyone, or stop massacres.

By the time 1997 came, and Happy's last year was coming to an end, a big dilemma loomed over his head while he sat before the Headmaster in the office.

"Happy, you've grown well. But I wondered what you've decided for your future? I'm quite sure you're not very keen on completely drowning yourself in work." Dumbledore asked, the man who would have died if not for Happy.

Happy rubbed his chin in wonder. "Hmm… My main goal is to take your seat, Professor. But I'm sure I can't do that just after finishing school."

Dumbledore coughed a bit, hearing such a straightforward answer. "So you wish to throw this old man out of his job? Perhaps, nobody would bat an eye if you become the new Headmaster, even at your age. But just to be sure, you should get some experience first. How does this sound—you can become the DADA professor of the school. Sirius Black did well for two years, but he's too… unruly."

Happy sighed and relaxed back in his chair. "I'm confident I can do it. Professor Snape taught me really well over the years, along with what I learned from old man Flamel and Scamander. Hermione will be busy with her career in the Ministry. She wants to become the Minister, apparently. Ron is joining my company, and Harry will become my Quidditch Club's captain. Everyone will be busy—So, I'll take that offer, Professor. I'm still researching that super seed, after all."

Dumbledore smiled delightfully. "Great, we have an understanding then. As long as you teach the students well, I have no problem with any of your side activities. But I wonder, haven't you already fed the world?"

Happy got up to leave. "I'm almost done—the Middle East is still remaining. The region is too… dry, hot, and unstable, honestly. I had to take a different route there, and first feed the people modern education to raise their level of worldly understanding, give them some healthcare and schools. Hopefully, they won't be foolish enough to attack the truck carrying food supplies now."

Dumbledore sighed. "I will never understand how you know so much about the muggle side of the world."

'Reading comics does that.' Happy thought and left.

…

After 1996, in 2000, President Benjamin G. Roosevelt won another term in the US elections. However, history had vastly changed, and 9/11 never happened. Happy remained ready to stop it, not wanting to let people die when he knew what was going to happen. But it simply didn't happen.

He called for a long investigation and realized that his actions had started a chain of events. What was the biggest factor when it came to violence, extremism, and instability? It was poverty, hunger, and education. But Happy had effectively solved the last two, and when it came to poverty, it could only be solved slowly, which was indeed happening.

It didn't mean violence didn't happen, but it just didn't spill out to the entire world. No nations invaded, and no sanctions were imposed.

…

"Come on, just stop being such a nerd and let's go party." Happy dragged Hermione Granger out of her ministry cubicle to a muggle pub. "Learn to enjoy yourself sometimes. Even Harry is dating models these days."

Yes, Happy had created a wizard entertainment and fashion industry. After all, money was to be made.

"Even Ron goes out drinking with his buddies." Happy insisted and handed Hermione a bottle of beer. "We ain't kids anymore."

She rolled her eyes. "I have so many files to go through. This little outing will cost me hours of work."

Happy sighed. "Always worried about work. The world isn't ending, Hermione. Even Koko has found a pretty lady goose he's trying to woo, and Fawkes is with Elixa. Everyone finds time to relax—life is more than just work."

"Easy to say for the richest man in the world." She mumbled.

Happy shrugged. "I can transfer you some money and make you the richest woman in the world in an instant. I don't see my worth from my pocket, but by how my existence affects those around me."

She sighed and just drank her drink in one big gulp. She then grabbed Happy's hand and pulled him over to the dance floor. "Alright, let's enjoy then."

Without wasting a single moment, she untied her hair, letting it fall freely down her shoulders. With a graceful shake and dance, she swayed her hair around and motioned for Happy to come closer.

"..."

'So a drink does the job? The more you know, haha.' Happy chuckled and took her hand in his, and just danced like crazy. None of them were experts, but it didn't take much to groove to a tune. Just don't be shy, and let the arms sway—that was the trick behind dancing. Because the chances are, you're never going to see the people around you ever again. So why even care about what others think?

"I'm getting sober, I need one more drink," Hermione said in the middle of dancing.

Happy got her as many drinks as she wanted and just had a blast with her. Though, he could sense there was something on the girl's mind since her eyes talked without her lips moving.

She closed in on him and grabbed his shirt so there was no distance between them. She looked up at his face, alternating her intoxicated gaze between Happy's lips and eyes. "Happy… back in the fourth year, you said it's not the right time… is now the right time?"

Happy had known her feelings for a while now. Initially, he felt bad thinking about dating her, as it felt like betraying or stealing from Ron. But, since Ron never even had a serious conversation with Hermione and dated other girls over time, it was clear the world was very different from what he knew.

Happy used both his hands to tuck the hair on her face back behind her ears so he could see her eyes better. "Can you even spare time for me? Since you're always busy at the Ministry."

"I'll leave the job." She blurted.

Bonk!

Happy karate chopped her forehead gently. "I've heard you talk about becoming the Minister for such a long time, like hell I'd let you quit now. Alright, let's do this. Both of us focus on work and achieve our professional dreams—after that, I'll visit your office with a red rose."

Hermione dejectedly loosened her grip on Happy's shirt. "T-Then you mean…"

"Hold your horses." Happy caught her hands before they fell and pulled her closer. "Let's keep things private until then."

"..."

Hermione's eyes gleamed with sparkle, and she rose on her toes. "Y-You mean…"

Happy nodded. And she went for it.

…

2010,

At the age of thirty, Happy became the youngest Headmaster of Hogwarts. Thanks to his successful super-seed crops. On the current secret wealth ranking, he sat in third place—only the United States and China were above him.

But more than the excitement for his promotion, Happy was looking forward to something else. "Can't believe she became the Minister before I became Headmaster… that old man was too stubborn to step down."

Alas, some normal grudges put aside, Happy chose a bouquet of red roses and headed to the Ministry of Magic in one of his finest suits, clean-shaven. It was time to change some things.

"Koko, you better not lose the box." He told his precious little friend.

"Meow." Koko winked, looking like a gentleman in his own black suit, a hat on his head, and a red bowtie on his neck.

"Good, and don't forget to clap with your feet." Happy added.

"Wo—"

"Hmm?" He looked to his side as Koko's voice abruptly got cut off. He was walking on a sidewalk in London.

'Wait a second…' Happy frowned and immediately took out his wand. 'Time stopped?'

The cars, the birds, the people around him, everything seemed to freeze. Happy had no idea what magic could have caused such a massive effect.

"Bwahaha… Are you sure your little stick could affect me?"

Happy jumped and turned around in fright. There stood one man, white-haired, white-bearded, with sunglasses on his eyes and a cigar in his mouth. He wore white robes over him with golden edges. Of course, Happy recognized him.

"GRANDPA GOD?! Wait, am I dead?"

"Haha… your goose is very cute." Grandpa God picked Koko in his arms and allowed the goose to move in the frozen time. Koko didn't seem frightened by God, however. "Happy Lestrange, what a magnificent life you've lived. But the time has come for you to make a choice, for you are about to make a decision that will greatly alter this universe."

Happy didn't seem very excited by it, "Which is?"

Grandpa God smiled, patting Happy's shoulder. "First, tell me why you didn't simply eat food and enjoy life as promised. You could have ignored Harry, muggles, poverty, and hunger, and spent all the time chasing food or even girls instead."

Happy honestly replied, "That was the initial plan, except for the girls part. But then I realized the things I could do with magic. My Mom and Dad always taught me to help people if I have the ability to do so, without causing me grave harm."

Grandpa God was satisfied with that answer, albeit already knowing the answer. Omniscience was a hell of a mind-numbing ability. "I sent you to be a mortal, and you became a god. You made a choice, son. No good deed goes unrewarded, as no sin goes unpunished.

"Choose now, son. I can allow you to come with me to the heavens, and let you meet your parents once more in your past world. After that, you shall work for me as one of the overseers of the multiverse, ensuring no damned reincarnator appears who ruins everything just to make a harem."

Happy felt his heart beating rapidly. He longed to meet his parents for so many years. "Can I return here after?"

"No, this universe will be course-corrected after you leave," God said nonchalantly. "You'll be erased from this realm's history and story. Things will return to what they were meant to be."

Happy fell into deep thought, "What if I say no?"

"You'll become a part of this universe, one of the abnormal ones in a multiverse of countless identical Harry Potter universes." Grandpa God answered.

Happy scratched his head for a few seconds, trying to think. "I spent thirteen years in my original world, but seventeen here—Grandpa, I think I know which reality I'll choose as my home."

"Are you sure?" Grandpa God asked.

Happy nodded firmly. "Mum and Dad have a daughter, and it'd be a sin to remind them of losing me and make them unhappy again. I'd rather go and make this one girl in this world happy instead."

Pat!

Grandpa God gently patted Happy's head. "You may seem immature, but your heart is far from that. Live your natural life here, son—I'll wait for you at the Hall of Judgment."

Honk!

Just as abruptly as the world stopped, it began to move again. Happy took a long sigh of relief and fixed his tie before walking into the Ministry.

Uninterrupted, he arrived before the Minister's office door. "This is my reality now—never forget that, Happy."

Knock! Knock!

But nobody opened the door, so Happy waved his wand, "Wingardium Leviosaaa."

Woosh!

The door opened in an instant, and Hermione stood beyond it breathing heavily, her face a little flushed. She looked stunning in her work clothes. "Happy, it's Leviosa, not Leviosaaaa…"

"..."

"Red flowers for the lady." He extended the bouquet like a gentleman, slowly brushing his hair with the other hand like a stud or something.

Hermione smiled uncontrollably, "So… are we official now?"

Happy turned his back toward her instead and looked at the large hall full of clerks who worked for the Minister. He fixed his tie and cleared his throat with a cough before…

"EVERYONE! FROM NOW ON, I AND YOUR MINISTER WILL BE OFFICIALLY FU—"

"No! Stop, stop, stop… this is so embarrassing…"

BAM!

And the door was closed shut.

_______The End______

Thank you for reading. This was a short one, and probably my last fic for the foreseeable future. I thank you for all the support.

Until we meet again.

Sayonara from this Gorilla.