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Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Private Drive, were proud to say that they were a respectably normal family, thank you very much. They were the last people you'd expect to be involved in anything that was strange or even remotely mysterious, because they just did not hold such nonsense in their lives.
Mr. Dursley was the director of a firm called Grunnings, which made drills. He was a big, beefy of a man with hardly any of neck that was mostly covered in fat. He had a large unattractive mustache with greedy beady eyes that spoke that he would betray you in a second if you had money.
Mrs. Dursley was a thin, horse-faced women with washed-out, bleach, blonde hair. She had a giraffe-like neck that came in handy when she spent much of her time spying on her neighbors. She was a stay-at-home mother who only cleaned the house or looked after her son Dudley.
Dudley Dursley was a large baby that looked like a cross-breed between a giraffe and a hippo, or perhaps an elephant. He had extremely curly blonde hair and a face that look like it belongs to a pig. He was big enough to look like a four year old, but was actually on one-and-a-half. He was also extremely spoiled child and he was constantly shoving food into that gaping hole he called a mouth. Any toy he wanted, he got.
The Dursleys prided themselves on their normalcy, on how they are one of the most "respected" citizens perhaps in England, but they had a dark secret, a secret that not even normal witches or wizards knew, not even one Lily was aware of. One they hoped would never see the light of day. For you see, whilst the Dursleys themselves were "normal", Petunia's side of the family was anything but "normal", in fact, you may call them anything but what is abnormal. But Petunia saw herself as lucky because she was the only one in the family that could not do any kind of magick.
Petunia's side of the family were witches of the Dark Arts. They practiced the darkest magick's in the world...Black Magick.
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Some Black Magick are. . . .
True name spells - the theory that knowing a person's true name allows control over that person, making this wrong for the same reason. This can also be used as a connection to the other person, or to free them from another's compulsion, so it is in the grey area.
Immortality - from a Taoist perspective, life is finite, and wishing to live beyond one's natural span is not with the flow of nature. Beyond this, there is a major issue with immortality. Because of the need to test the results, the subjects must be killed. Even a spell to extend life may not be entirely good, especially if it draws life energy from another to sustain the spell.
Necromancy - for purposes of usage, this is defined not as general black magic, but as any magic having to do with death itself, either through divination of entrails, or the act of raising the dead body, as opposed to resurrection or CPR.
Curses/Hexes - a curse can be as simple as wishing something bad would happen to another, to a complex ritual. Black magic, in
Chaos magick - corresponds to magic that is performed around the themes of death, separation, severance and entropy. This can refer to powerful curses meant to bring the strongest effect, spells to sever emotional ties to objects or people, and so on.
The forms and components of black magick spells are different though. They often reflect the focus, aims, or interests of those casting the spells, which is in stark contrast to the casting of white magick spells. The casting of black magick spells often incorporates symbolism of those things which could be interpreted as possibly hazardous or harmful to humans, such as sharp, pointed, caustic, and/or hot elements combined with personal objects from the spell's focus (a lock of hair, a drop or smear of blood, personal mementos, etc.). And while this distinction is primarily observable in folk magick, it can pertain to other forms of magick also.
These are some of the darkest magics that even normal witches or wizards would ever consider doing or even go near them. Not even one of history's evilest Dark Lords, Voldemort, aka, "Tom Riddle." In fact, there are only five families in the world that would even attempt to go near them. The Zabini family, the Black family, the Gaunt family (all dead except Riddle), the Frump family, and finally the darkest of them all, the Addams family. They all practiced Necromancy, Maleficium (sorcery), Demonology, Gray magic, Left-hand path and right-hand path, Witchcraft, Ya sang, Seiðr, and Isan.
There is also the Dark Arts that encompass many spells and actions ranging from using the Unforgivable Curses to brewing harmful or poisonous potions to breeding Dark creatures such as Basilisks, and its practise is generally illegal. Practitioners are referred to as Dark wizards or witches, the most prominent and powerful of whom was Lord Voldemort. His followers, known as Death Eaters, also practised the Dark Arts. Powerful Dark spells also require malicious intent in order to be successful. To cast the Cruciatus Curse, for instance, one must truly desire to cause pain in and of itself. It should be noted that whilst the Dark Arts have a bad reputation, overall Dark Magic is not - by definition - "evil" magic. Indeed, dark magic can be used for good as well as evil. Even the Killing Curse can be used for good, such as to put out a patient's misery if they can no longer live and are dying slowly. Though the Dark Arts sound similar to Black Magick, there is a subtle difference between intent and how and what you perceive yourself to practice.
Although the Dark Arts are frowned upon in the wizarding world, they are not prohibited (with the exception of the Unforgivables) and may even - under certain conditions - be encouraged; for example, while Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry teaches only Defence Against the Dark Arts, Durmstrang Institute teaches the Dark Arts itself. Also, in times of war, the Ministry of Magic has been known to permit Aurors to use strong Dark magic against its enemies. In addition, there is a matter of degree. The three Unforgivable Curses are punishable by an automatic life sentence in Azkaban Prison when used on humans, except when permitted in wartime, whereas some types of magic can have Dark as well as more benign uses and, thus, are presumably not always illegal.
But the Dark Arts are not the only magick. There is also White Magick. White magick is defined as magic that is used for good. White magick is most commonly thought of as healing magick, or spells and rituals that aid people. White magick, healing or "good", as opposed to Black magick see also Black magick paranormal. Real White Magick Spells that work can be used to protect, bless, heal, and help yourself or others. They can be used to bless or purify new ventures, clear and heal the mind and body, shield people and places from curses and hexes, turn back evil magick spells and incantations, reverse bad conditions, break jinxes, and allow good dreams and wishes to come true. Real White Magick Spells that work are all intended to be positive, uplifting, kind, beneficial, and gentle. White Magick Spells are designed to be defensive, helpful-never hurtful.
In fact, Petunia's sister Lily, went to a school where magick was taught, mostly of White Magick in-fact. A school named Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. This is where Lily Evens met James Potter, her husband. They had a beautiful son with raven hair and the largest emerald eyes. They named their child Hadrian James Potter. He was a child of Prophecy, the supposed savior. He was to be the smart, wise, kind, altogether good and light wizard that the world needed. Oh how wrong they were. How wrong that when he went to Hogwarts, he would be anything but what they thought of him.
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When Petunia Dursley woke one chilly morning in mid-November and went to pick up her daily milk, she did not realize that one of the most important figure in the Whole Wizardry world would end up on her porch. She did not know that just hours before, one Harry James Potter, would have ended the rane of one "Lord Voldemort." She did not know that her younger sister, Lily Potter (nee Evans), was dead along her husband, James Anthony Potter. Nor did she know that what kind of Destiny one Harry Potter would have in the future. So it was completely reasonable that when Petunia went to go grab the milk, she would let out a scream when she found her nephew on her doorstep.
Once she got herself under control and could think clearly again, she grabbed the basket and ran back into the house, slamming the door behind her. 'Please don't let anyone have seen this god forsaken thing.' She noticed a letter in the basket and opened it up.
Petunia Dursley,
This child's name is Harry Potter. He is the son of your sister Lily Potter (nee Evans) who has recently passed away with her husband James Potter. I implore you to raise young Harry as your own son and protect him with the blood wards around your home that I have activated. On young Harry's eleventh birthday, I will send a representative from Hogwarts Witchcraft and Wizardry and have young Harry study Magick.
With Regards,
Albus Dumbledore
"Petunia! Is breakfast ready?" Vernon yelled down the stairs. "Oh, no!" She whispered. "Almost dear" she yelled back. As she heard his feet on the stairs, she looked around wildly for some place to put the brat. Her eyes landed on the door to the cupboard under the stairs. She opened the door and put the baby in, praying that it didn't make a sound and put the letter along with the baby. She hurried into the kitchen and quickly fried up some eggs and bacon. She set the table and served the breakfast as her husband came into the kitchen. He gave her a kiss on the cheek before sitting down and digging in.
Petunia could only watch in awe and disgust as the food was eaten with gusto, Vernon not pausing to chew or swallow. She tried to hide her shiver of disgust as she got up to wake and feed her Dudders, Dudley. By the time she was finished feeding, washing, and changing his nappy, she could hear Vernon's car pulling out of the Drive. She hurried downstairs and watched as he disappeared around a corner before running over to the cupboard and taking out young Hadrian. She quickly fed him some purred apricots before rushing to her bedroom and grabbing out her address book.
She flipped to the page under F (for freak) and Looked up her cousin Gomez Addams. After calming down enough to not sound hysterical, she called Gomez.
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Ri-"Goooodddd dddaaaayyy, Addams family at your service. How may we torture you?" A gravelly-voiced butler named Lurch said politely.
After stuttering for a minute or two, Petunia finally spoke calmly, "Yes hello, my name is Petunia Dursley and I would like to speak to my cousin Gomez Addams." She tried to say as politely as she could, which was not very much.
"Yyyyeeesss, riigghhtt away." continued the gravelly-voice voice. There were steps and clanging sounds in the background as the voice took the phone to Gomez.
Gomez looked up with a frown when he was told who was on the phone. He put down his swords and spoke to the phone, " Cousin Petunia, how may i help you?"
Petunia took a deep breathe and quickly spoke, "Cousin Gomez, I ask for your help."and with that, she explained how she couldn't take care of the child and that if it stayed with her, Vernon would be pissed and probably take it out on the poor boy. Gomez, of course, was eager to take the child. He thought it would make a good playmate for his son and daughter. He agreed to come and pick it up at noon. Petunia thanked him profusely and after a few pleasantries, hung up the phone. She let out a relieved sigh and smirked a smirk that would make any Slytherin jealous.
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When Vernon came home that evening from a long day at work, it was to a small feast on the table that Petunia was making. When Petunia noticed Vernon at the door, Vernon asked Petunia what the occasion was, and she replied that she had heard an interesting rumor about one of the neighbors, Nancy who apparently had fake hair. Vernon, used to his wife's nosiness, accepted this without a thought. He was never the wiser of the events that had transpired that day.
Also, since Dumbledore never checked up on Hadrian, neither was the Wizardry world aware that young Harry would live with the Addams. The Wizardry world would not know that in a day's times, Harry Potter would end up in the hands of the Darkest family in history. They would not know that not only would Harry Potter cease to exist after a few hours when Gomez Addams picked Harry up, but that he and his new family would one day unleash out a terror that this world has never seen in centuries.
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That's the end of the first chapter. ^-^
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