A Lady's Gentlemen
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Adams Family in any way, shape, or form. All rights belong to J.K. Rowling. I make no money off of this.
This is my first fanfic. Constructive criticism is much appreciated, but flames are not and will be ignored.
Chapter 1: Off to Hogwarts
It was heavily crowded in Kings Cross train station. A woman made her way through the mass of people swarming around the station pushing a cart full of luggage and two bird cages on top. It was strange that no one seemed to have notice such an odd sight.
The woman was about average height with fiery red hair and emerald green eyes wearing a business suit of sorts with a strange insignia pinned over her left breast. Beside her a young boy and girl followed, one hand holding the women's and the other grasping a small wheeled bag trailing behind them.
"Mother, will you be on the train with us?" the eleven year old girl asked.
The girl had brown bushy hair and chocolate brown eyes that seemed to have an ever present look of curiosity. She wore long thin layered forest green coat with the same insignia pin attached to her coat.
"Yes Hermione, but I'll be in a different part of the train. I have some business to attend to with the Head Boy and Girl regarding your statuses and will only be gone a few hours. I will come find you when I'm done." She replied to her daughter.
"Mother shall we find our charges?" The boy asked. The boy had raven black hair and sported the same bright emerald eyes as his mother.
The boy was also eleven though he seemed to be around twelve years old and wore a light emerald green jacket.
"That's fine, but remember no causing any trouble and only fight in self defense and in the protection of your charge." She replied. They continued walking to the station and came to a wall between platforms nine and ten.
"Come along now you two. Harry you first, Hermione you will follow after him." The woman instructed. "Yes mother." They both said in unison. Harry walked briskly towards the wall.
It was a little unnerving to walk purposely into what looked like a solid brick wall and just at the point of impact you see a whole different section of the station that isn't part of the "general public".
This part of the station was known as platform nine and three-quarters by the strangely dresses people walking within it. Many of these people had caged animals as well, mostly owls and cats.
Others wore robes that look as though they came straight out of the fifteen or sixteen hundreds. Some pulled out ling thin stick from within their robes and proceeded to alter the luggage of their children, many making it smaller and placing it in the children pocket or simply waving it at the children's traveling bags and doing something to make the bag as light as a feather.
Had a normal person have seen this they would think themselves insane. The most amazing, however, was not these seemingly common acts of magic but the large scarlet steam engine that would bellow white smoke and steam every so often.
The woman hurries her children along. "Go on and find yourselves a compartment and see if you can find your charges." She instructed to the two eleven year olds, whom nodded and walked off. The train lets loose a loud whistle and jerks forward.
"I miss our cousins already." A slightly sadden Hermione admits to her brother while looking for a compartment. Harry pats her on the back trying to comfort her.
"Don't worry Hermione, I'm sure Wednesday and Pugsley will write to us. That's why they gave us Igor and Carrion for isn't it?" he reminded her of the beautiful ravens they were given as a "making it to Hogwarts" gift.
"I know but I still miss them. Oh, there's Neville I'll see you in a bit. Hopefully I can convince him to sit with us. Contact me through the ring father gave us when you find Tracey."
She waved back to him as she caught up to a slightly chubby boy walking into an empty compartment. Harry waved her bye and continued looking on searching and asking if anyone has seen a certain childhood noble friend of his. He was near the end of the train when he heard a familiar voice drawl behind him.
"Well what do we have here? You look lost there, Potter. Is it too hard for you to find someone on a train? You do know that there is no possibility of escape on a train right? You disappoint me; I thought that your father had trained you much better than that." Harry turned around and saw the amused face of one Draco Malfoy.
"Well Malfoy, At least I have someone to take care of, you're still the loner in our profession and we all know that that isn't a good thing. Still haven't found 'the right one' yet?" He grinned smugly.
Malfoy looked hurt, "Oi, that's a low blow Potter! Just because you were able to find someone on your first try doesn't mean we all can!" They both glared at each other for about a minute, before the broke out laughing loudly.
"Seriously though Harry, that kinda' stung a little. Do you always have to bring that up?" He said as he finally got control of himself.
"Sorry Draco but it's all I got that shuts you up in one shot." He grinned cheekily at his friend and rival. Hey walked together down the train engaging in small talk when he remembered that he was looking for his charge.
"Hey Draco, Have you seen Tracey? I can't seem to find her." He asked looking into another compartment only to find it empty.
"Well she mentioned in that she was going to come early the other day. You know how she likes to get the back seats of everything. She says it make her feel special." Draco replied.
Harry snorted at this. "What like being a noble's daughter doesn't make her 'special' enough?" he chuckled and peered into another compartment.
They looked until they reached the last compartment in the train. "Well this better be it or I swear to Merlin." Harry let his oath hang in the knocked on the compartment door and waited for a response. "Who is it?" A voice both boys recognized asked from the other side.
Harry quickly stood straight and in an even tone replied, "It is I Milady." The door opened revealing two girls; both were about the same age as Harry and Draco. One girl was holding the door open while the other was still sitting staring out the window. The girl holding the door was shorter than the other three by at least two centimeters.
She had wavy, strawberry blonde hair that went down to her shoulders and eyes that were a brilliant blue color. The girl still sitting down had straight golden blonde hair that reached down to her shoulder blades and upon hearing the compartment door open turned, revealing icy blue eyes. "Hello Lady Davis, Lady Greengrss." He addressed each girl with a bow.
"Harry, what have I told you about being so formal with me? You may be my servant but you are also still my friend." She told him with a stern look on her face, though she wasn't very convincing with the corners of her mouth slightly tugged into a smile.
"Forgive me Lady Dav, um, Tracey," He corrected himself, "But father and Lurch got it drilled into my head to be formal in public." Tracey sighed. "Well what's up?" She asked her longtime friend and recently inducted servant. "I was wondering if you would come with me to convene with my sister and her charge in a compartment we selected?" he asked.
Tracey rolled her eyes at his formality. "Honestly Harry, is it too much to ask for you to talk normally? If you wanted me to join you, Neville and Hermione all you had to do was ask and not give long winded requests. Coming Draco? Daphne?" She turned to her other two friends.
"No thank you Tracey, I'm fine here." Daphne Greengrass replied returning her attention to the outside scenery. They turn to Draco for his answer. "Nah, I'm good here. I'm tired of walking anyways." He says taking a vacant seat in the compartment, kicking off his shoes as he sat. "Lazy arse." Harry mutters, causing Tracey to giggle and Draco to playfully act offended.
Harry and Tracey walked back to the compartment He and Hermione chose. He tapped on his ring and waited to hear his mother's voice. "Yes Harry?" He heard in his mind.
"Mother, Lady Davis has been located, any word from Hermione?" He asked and waited for a reply. "Yes, she told me she was waiting for you and Tracey in the compartment you two found. I'll speak to you two later. Your mother, over and out." She said in an amused tone.
"She's been watching too many spy films." Harry said out loud without realizing. "Huh?" Tracey tilted her head and wondered why he was talking to himself all of a sudden. "Just talking to my mum," he says pointing out his ring.
"Did you tell Daphne about how everything was going to be arranged?" Harry asked. Tracey nodded. "Yes, though she isn't too happy about it, but she understands." Tracey grinned remembering the shocked expression on her best friends face.
"I would rather we had a privet room myself but the Headmaster put his foot down and insisted on us staying in the dorms." He opened the door to the compartment he picked with Hermione to find his sister and Neville already in conversation.
They spent most of their time talking about their summer holidays and Harry described what his and Hermione's time in America visiting family was like. Describing the Addams' to "outsiders," as the Addams' like to call them was a bit difficult. Neville and Tracey both paled at hearing some of the Addams' "hobbies" and their ideas of fun.
The trolley lady came by with all kinds of sweets and treats for the children. After obtaining a small stash of candies the boys stepped out into the hall to allow the girls a chance to change in privet, though it wasn't really necessary due to the fact that they've changed in front of each other before.
When they arrived in Hogsmead station they could hear loud booming voice calling out by the side of the train. "Firs' years, firs' years over this way! C'mon, watch yer step there now." They heard a large man calling out to the first year students. "Hello Hagrid!" Harry and Hermione greeted in unison. The man was far larger than an ordinary human. Harry, Hermione, Neville and Tracey had known Hagrid since they were about four years old. They knew that he was a half-giant and they could care less about his heritage. "'Ello Harry, Hermione, Tracey, Neville, How was yer holiday?" the half giant asked the children.
"Fine." they all reply in almost perfect unison. "Yer mum is already at the castle waitin' fer ya's. I'll see ya at the feast," He said before returning his attention to the other children.
"No more than four to a boat. This way!" he shepherds them towards the boat and they all silently cast off towards the great Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. They all watched in awe as the great castle came into view. They felt so insignificant looking up at the massive and ancient structure before them.
They were so enthralled by the fortress that they didn't realize that they reached the other side of the lake. They quartet were ushered towards the entrance of the great hall. They were met by a stern looking woman with black hair.
"Firs' years are here Professor McGonagall." Hagrid informed her. "Thank you Hagrid," she thanked him, with a slight Scottish accent, and nodded towards the half-giant. She then turned to the students.
Professor McGonagall was a very stern looking witch with black hair did in a tight bun on the back of her head, a classic witch's hat on her head. "Now My name is Professor McGonagall, and I am the deputy headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I will tell you a bit about this prestigious school you will be attending for the next seven years."
She then went into a brief history of the school, a small history of the houses and what they honor, the classes, the Professors and the rules. "Now if you will all wait here please I shall come and get you." She left the children alone and entered the great hall. "So Harry, what house do you think you're going to be in?" Draco asked his friend and rival.
"Well knowing my family and the profession I'm in, it'll be either Gryffindor or Ravenclaw. You?" he asked. Draco shrugged, "I don't know most likely Slytherin. Almost every Malfoy in the family has been a Slytherin."
Harry looked at Hermione. "What do you think sister?" He asked. "I don't really know Harry, I think the same as you, I suppose." She answered a little nervously.
Hermione had always been a little unsure of herself, especially when they had first taken her in and adopted her. Hermione's parents were killed in a car accident, leaving her an orphan.
The Potters would go to orphanages to donate money personally. Harry began reminiscing of the time he first met Hermione when he was six.
-Flashback-
He saw her being picked on by two boys and a girl two years older than them. "Oi, leave her alone!" He shouted as he stood in front of her, shielding her from her tormentors.
"What are you going to do about it, shrimp? Get outta the way before I kick the shite outta ya." One of the boys said walking towards him menacingly. Harry just stood his ground not blinking an eye.
'Good thing Uncle Gomez taught me how to fight larger opponents.' Harry thought while figuring the fastest and least painful way of taking the boy down while also delivering a clear message of "do not mess with".
"Sorry, friend but I don't get scared by coward who bullies girls two years younger than them." Harry taunted. He remembered what his father had told him when fighting. 'The madder you make an opponent the cloudier his mind becomes.' The boy was shaking in anger and embarrassment.
"I'll show you coward!" He swung his fist at Harry, but found himself caught off balanced and falling flat on his face. "Yes you really showed me something there." Harry taunted again.
The boys face grew a deep shade of red as he got up and glared at Harry. He growled and lunged at Harry only for Harry to grab him by the arm, flip him over his shoulder and pinned him down by placing his knee on the boy's throat, applying enough pressure to keep the boy under control.
"Listen here friend, I ever see you picking on someone smaller and weaker than yourself I'll find you and make you regret it." He turns to the other two and sends them a glare. "And let this go for the two of you as well."
He got off the boy who immediately scrambled away from the six year old and ran into the orphanage followed by his two partners. Harry turned to the girl he was defending and smiled. "Are you o.k.? They didn't hit you did they? Did they do any inappropriate touching? Do I need to go and finish them off?" He asked checking her over. She was scared, amused and confused by the boy in front of her.
"N-no, I'm fine, just a little shaken is all." She said as Harry helped her up. "Good, allow me to introduce myself," He said taking a bow, "I am Harrison James Potter, Butler in training at your service, though my friends call me Harry." She smiled at his introduction. "Hello Harry, my name is Hermione Jean Granger." She said while curtsying. Harry walked with her into the orphanage to find his parents and tell them what happened.
He was met by his parents, the orphanage manager and the boy who was bullying Hermione. "Ah, Harry there you are, we were having the most interesting conversation about you being involved in a little scuffle. This boy here claims that you attacked him from behind unprovoked, tell me it isn't true is it?" James Potter asked his son though he pretty much knew the real story behind it all.
"No father it isn't." He replied.
"There you see," James declares loudly, "Harry has been taught better than to lie to us. So I suggest you give this boy a suitable punishment."
The boy looked furious. "What? He attacked me! The little bastard came up behind me and hit me! He's only getting away with it because he's rich!" the boy kept on ranting until James shut him up.
"Listen here boy. I know my son; he would never instigate a fight now would he do something so cowardly as to attack from behind, so you get your arse out of my sight." He shouted causing the boy to fall back and scramble away.
Hermione was a little taken aback by the raven haired man Harry however didn't seem affected at all. James turned to his son and a girl he didn't realize was there.
"Oh, hello there I'm James Charles Potter and who might you be?" He asked the little girl next to his son. "Um…H-hello sir, my n-name is Hermione Jean Granger and your son s-stopped that boy and two others from picking on me."
She said in a shaky voice. It was at this point that a woman with red hair next to James spoke up. "Ever the hero, aren't you Harry?" she said in a slightly teasing voice. "I was just doing the right thing mother." He said as a slight blush crept onto his face.
"And that, Harry, is exactly why you are going to be a hero." She said smiling. Harry had to fight a blush from appearing on his face, he always got embarrassed by all of the praising he got when he did something they thought was heroic.
Harrys' mother decided that he had enough teasing for now and focused on Hermione. "Hermione my name is Lily Potter. Why don't you tell us about yourself?" She asked. That was the day that the Potters took home another addition to the family.
-Flashback end-
"Harry?" Hermione's voice shook him from his memories. "Huh?" was his response. "How eloquent of you." She teased.
Harry rolled his eyes and resumed his duty-like demeanor. "Yes sister?" He asked. "Tracey was just placed in Slytherin along with Draco, and Daphne. Neville was sorted into Gryffindor." She told him.
Harry sighed, he had hoped that Tracey would get into Ravenclaw and make things a little easier, but nothing ever seemed to go easy for him.
"Well, hopefully I get into Ravenclaw as well." He muttered. "Fat chance, brother." A few more names were called out but he wasn't paying attention. His mind was on planning out how he was going to survive the next seven years.
"Harry Potter." McGonagall called out and Harry finally noticed the stool with an old worn hat sitting on it.
He eyed the hat skeptically as McGonagall lifted the hat and motioned for Harry to sit. The aged professor Place the hat onto Harry's head and stepped back a bit.
'Ah, another Potter eh? I sorted your father did you know that? Oh of course you didn't, no one finds out about me 'til they get here.' A voice in his head said.
Harry's father had started training him in Occulamancy so when he heard a voice in his he put his mental defenses as strong as he could. 'My, such power at such a young age, you might have enough power to rival the headmaster or the minister by the time you graduate. I see big things in your future young man. Now where to put you?' The voice was still present in his head.
'Who are you? How did you get past my occulamancy shields?' Harry mentally demanded answers.
'My, such a brave boy you are, Gryffindor would be suitable for you, let's see what other traits you have hidden in the confines of your mind." The voice went on ignoring his demands. 'I see great cunning within you and an ambition for power, a power to protect those you hold dear to your heart. Hufflepuff would gain a great wizard to its ranks with you.
Slytherin is out, your cunning only comes out when you want it to. You love knowledge but you don't necessarily go out of your way to gain it unless you need it to do you duty. Better put you in…' The voice was about to announce its choice when Harry interrupted it.
Wait, you still haven't answered my question. Who are you! How did you still get into my mind! I want answers!' Harry mentally shouted as he locked up his mind, preventing the voice from retreating.
'You have your mothers temper as well. That only confirms my decision,' the voice chuckles, 'Haven't you guessed boy? I am the sorting hat! Did you not hear my introduction?'
Harry felt embarrassed realizing that he zoned out for that part. 'As I was going to say, better place you in…' "Gryffindor!" The hat shouted at last enlisting a thunderous applause from the Gryffindor table.
Harry took off the hat and did something unexpected, instead of making his way to the Gyrffindor's he instead went towards the Slytherin's and took a seat next to Tracey.
The room was totally silent. It was then that Professor McGonagall decided to call the next student. "Hermione Potter." The room was buzzing with students whispering.
No one knew that the Potters had a daughter, and she didn't even resemble the rest of the family.
Rumors began spreading like wild fire. "Maybe Lady Potter had an affair?" was heard from a fifth year Ravenclaw girl.
"Maybe Lord Potter had a child with a mistress." Was heard form a fourth year Slytherin boy.
"Perhaps they just adopted her?" A third year Hufflepuff said to her friend. Hermione did her best to ignore the whispering and sat down on the stool.
Harry was becoming angry. He could see the distress on his sister's face and wished he could hex the student body of Hogwarts into silence.
Hermione sat for a few minutes before the hat shouted, "Gryffindor!" Hermione quickly made her way to the Gryffindor table and sat with Neville.
She was immediately bombarded with questions about Harry, Tracey, and her relation to Harry and his family.
She calmly answered their questions with replies that were already rehearsed. After placating her peers she sat and waited for the feast to start.
"Now before we begin I have a few announcements," An ancient looking man stood up, "As you all know, the Forbidden Forest is just that, Forbidden. A list of banned items will be posted on Filches door for all of you to observe and follow. The third floor corridor is off limits unless you wish to die a horrible death." A nervous chuckle ran through the students,
"and those of you from noble families will be sure to know the ancient position of Guardian Servant will know that the servant and the master cannot be separated and we currently have two in the service of noble families," A loud "hey" came from the Slytherin table, "They are Harry and Hermione Potter and while Mister Malfoy has yet to acquire a master he is still a Guardian Servant so he shall still be given a fair amount of respect. Now let us begin this feast with these last words; Nitwit, Oddment, Blubber and Tweak." And with those words the food appeared on the students' plates and they began eating.