It was a deplorable dank dark night with only the quarter moon as any form of light but one could spy a tall elegant woman dressed in a tight black gown that trailed to the ground with sharp jagged edges that gave off the appearance of moving tentacles as they swayed in time with the wind ever so often. She stood in front of a man eating Venus fly trap with a pair of sheers in one hand and the other on her hip. A scolding look on her face.
"Come now Cleopatra they need to be cut your being ridiculous." She said in a soft voice. The vines shrank away from the sheers and one of the main flowers shook left to right. "Oh you are just impossible sometimes."
Her head shifted to the side as she heard the unmistakable sound of grave dirt being walked on. "Now who could be wandering in the Graveyard at the time of the night." She mused aloud. Following the sound she spotted a small boy with matted shaggy black hair covering his face sitting down beside one of the imposing stone statue of an Angel who's wings had been clipped over time. A miserable look on the poor boys face as he sat rather dejectedly as he looked up at her.
"Dear Heart what are you doing out here?" Morticia said in her hauntingly soft voice.
"I'm sorry Ma'am I meant no disrespect." The child said in a deep British accent that had Morticia's onyx colored eyes widen ever so slightly.
"Tis no trouble Dear Heart but might I inquire as to why you are sitting in my graveyard at this time of the night?"
"I'm not sure." He said turning his wide emerald green eyes onto her.
"Do you know how you got here?"
The little boy just shook his head mournfully at her question.
"Alright Dear Heart why don't you come inside? I'm sure I can find something for you to eat as we find your parents." Her eyes didn't miss how thin the boy was even as the clothing dwarfed his small frame. Her eyes narrowed slightly as he got up and clutched his left arm tightly to himself.
"My parents are dead." He stated as if it was a well known fact and it didn't bother him in the least.
"Your guardians then."
She caught the wince as he trailed behind her. This boy had been hurt by those who were suppose to love and protect him. Her anger showed in the way she glided up the stone stairs. The door opening before she reached it revealing an impossible tall man to the boy. He couldn't hide his startled look at the man. The mans grey skin and coal black eyes gleamed in the moonlight.
"Tell me Dear Heart." The woman said gaining the boys attention. "What happened to your arm?"
"My uncle broke it. He said that only freaks wrote with their left hand." He stated.
"My my such a dreadful thing to do to one as young as you." She said in the same haunting voice.
"I'm a freak and my Uncle doesn't want my freakishness rubbing off onto my cousin."
"My little Dear Heart you will find that in this house hold we relish in all that is different." She said kindly.
The boy gave a hesitant smile at the woman for her words. She didn't seemed to mind that he was different and wasn't going to yell or hit him for it either.
The woman lead him into what he could only assume was the kitchen because there was a great deal of bottles of all shapes and colors a large caldron took up most of the space and behind it was a series of stone tables with different books splattered with some of the colors in the bottles. There was an old woman behind the boiling caldron and had a rather mad grin on her face as she muttered into the depths of the caldron.
"Grandmama I've got someone one who needs one of your great potions." The elegant woman said interrupting the old woman's muttering.
The aforementioned woman looked up at the two. "But of course you do my Dearie. Come let us have a look see hmm." The woman said as she stepped behind her caldron. She wore a shabby grey gown stained with the same brightly colored bottles and her moth eaten shawl wrapped snugly across her shoulders. At first the boy thought the woman mad as she spoke in third person but a hand, not attached to anything that the boy could see, sat perched on her slumped shoulders. The boy stepped back away from the woman a tinge of fear in his eyes.
"You've nothing to fear child." The old woman said her sharp teethed showing as she smiled looking down at him. "No one here will hurt you any."
He took a deep breath and stepped up to the woman.
"That's a good lad. Now I need for you to show me your arm."
Slowly the boy extended his hurt arm to the woman wincing slight when her claw like hand wrapped around it.
"Your luck it's a clean break and easily fixable." She turned away from him and moved around the caldron again, picking up bottle after bottle. "Ah Ha." She cried out in triumph as she shuffled her way back to them a swap green colored bottle in hand. "Drink this up Dear Heart and your arm will be good as new." Thrusting the bottle at him.
Eyeing the bottle given to him he looked at the murky green liquid with a calculating look. Licking his lips nervously he downed the bottle in one swift motion. The taste was awful and he nearly gagged at it as the potion slipped down his throat. But to his amazement, not even a moment latter the pain in his arm was gone. "Ma'am thank you so much." He said his eyes swimming with tears as he looked to the old woman.
"Tis a simple thing my Dear Heart maybe I could show you how to brew it yourself one day Hmm." She said happily.
Just then a man wearing a rather outdated pinstripe business suit came walking into the kitchen a cigar lit in his mouth as he looked on at all of them.
"My dear did we have another child an you not tell me." He said in excitement.
"No husband of mine I found him in the Graveyard. I just couldn't let him very well stay out there."
"No no I agree completely. Tell me son what is your name?"
The boy faltered at the seemingly simple question. "My Uncle only ever called me Freak." He said looking up at the man.
The man blinked in confusion. "Well that name just won't do now will it." He said taking a large puff of his cigar.
"We could name him." Came a rather large boy as he to stepped into the growing crowd of people.
"Capital idea Pugsley ." The man said as he waved his cigar about.
"You would do that?" The small boy said in a quivering voice.
"Only if you wish it." Moritica said.
"Why are you being so nice to me?"
"Nice…Tisha are we being nice?" He said his smile never leaving his face.
"Some might call it that.""Well then I guess we are. Tell me son do you wish for us to be cruel to you?"
"No." He all but shouted. "I don't want that." He added hastily.
"Then let us be nice to you then." He said in a matter of fact voice that broke no argument.
"Something that starts with an H." came a deadpanned voice of a small girl as she to step up beside the large boy.
"Hmm that seems like a capital idea Wednesday. Do you have any ideas?"
"Halbyrt." She said promptly staring deeply into the newly named Halbyrt. "We will be great friends." She said in the same matter of fact tone her father had just used.
"I like it." Came yet another man the was more round than he was tall. A matching grin to Gomez appeared on his face.
"Tell me Halbyrt would you like to live with us?" Came the haunting voice of Moritica.
"Could I?" He asked brightly.
"Of course you can." Came Gomez's voice.
"Then I would love to stay with you."
"Excellent." Cried Gomez.
"Can you repeat after me." Moritica said and Halbyrt nodded his head. "Sic gorgiamus allos subjectatos nunc." At the boys curious look she explained. "It means We gladly feast on those who would subdue us."
He gave a wide grin as he parroted her. No sooner had he finished speaking the motto that bright light circled around his small body. A warmth that he had never knew of spread throughout him and a sense of belonging entered him.
"Welcome to the family Halbyrt Cayden Adams." Everyone chorused.
Halbyrt had tears in his eyes as he looked around at his new family. A family who knew of his nature and seemed to love it.
Far away in a distant castle that was unknown to any who didn't already know of it sat an old man who's beard could rival Father Time hunched behind a large desk. A small orb held in his hands as he stared at it intently. Unlike the many other orbs that sat on numerous shelves this one lacked any color. He held the orb up to his eyes as if a closer look would change what he saw.
"Oh Harry Potter what has happened to you?" He asked to no one. The orb represented those that the man wished to keep an eye on. The dull color meant death. His door opened up an a older woman stepped into his office. Her salt and pepper hair done up in a tight knot on top of her head. Her face twisted in one of panic and despair.
"Albus tell me its not true. Tell me that he is alright." She said clutching to a piece of aged parchment to her chest.
"I wish I could Minerva but all the evidence point to his death."
"We will just have to go to his home then. I'm sure that everything is just fine and that we just need to rework the magic into the role call and…." Tears had begun to fall down her face.
"Minerva you know as well as I do that the role call makes no mistake it like the sorting hat never has and never will."
Sniffing slightly she looked at Albus. "I will go to these relatives of his and demand an explanation." With a sharp turn her small heels made a clacking sound as she left his office.
"What do you think Fawke's?" He asked looking at bright red bird. It gave a small sad trill in answer. "I fear as much. Death Eater." He said whispering the name into the orb.
Back at the Adams house hold in Westfield, New Jersey Moritica, Gomez, Fester, and Grandmama sat around a glowing fire in one of the many studies they had.
"He has the gift." The old woman stated.
"It was not luck that brought him to us." Fester said showing a rare display of thoughtfulness.
"We will raise him like we will raise Wednesday and Pugsley. They too have the gifted." Gomez said with pride.
"They will expect to take him back Moritica." Grandmama sated looking up at her daughter. She knew all to well what would happen if someone foolish enough would come between her and what she thought to be rightfully hers.
"They will try and they will fail." She said in her deadly calm voice.
"Of course they will." Gomez said with a decisive nod of his head.
"It is his destiny. As well as Wednesday and Pugsley. They will make fine Wizards in a few years time you mark my word." Grandmama said with a grin on her face. "No one will be able to stop them for what's to come."
"What is that Grandmama?" Fester said with interest.
"Chaos." She said with a cackle.
The rest of the Adams family all shared knowing looks at her statement wicked smiles on all of their faces.
In another part of the house Halbyrt slept soundly next to his new siblings unaware that he would be the answer to the cries of the Wizards in Britain. Good or bad he would change the wizarding world forever.