Grandmama Addams was a women who always looked happy. Whether she cackeled or grinned or simply smiled sinisterly, she was rarely seen looking seriously. But the day she informed her daughter Mortisha about the eminent fate of one Harry Potter where they not to intervene she looked as serious as a mad woman can be. Grandmama had urged her daughter and her son in law to leave immediately to retreat the poor boy. The Addams weren't charity and it was almost miracle like, if the Addams were to believe in such utter nonsense, that mortisha and Gomes accepted Grandmamas forceful pushing to have a look at the boy who was after all the boy-who-lived the epitome of the light side and the opposite of everything the Addams stood for. 'It must have been an awful fate' mortisha mused as she and her beloved Gomes walked down the disgustingly similar rows and rows of houses, 'Mama didn't even tell me what his fate would have been like and I'm used to chaos and mayhem' "Do you think this is it?" Gomez wondered as he looked upon Number 4 Private Drive the most disgustingly tidy of all of the houses in front of them.
Had those two rather dark creatures that stood out like a sore thumb in this very ordinary street been muggles or rather mortals as the Addams family called them, they had realized that it was way to quite for such an ordinary street in which it would have been expected to see children screaming and laughing about. But it was eerily quiet in the street.
As mortisha and Gomez let themselves into the house, after all who where they to wait outside for some mortal who were supposed to be honored by there appearance to open the door. In the house it was quiet which seemed to be almost as ghastly as the rest of the house for Mr and Mrs Addams.
The living room seemed to be more to their taste it had scorch marked on one of the walls and made Gomez faintly think of his beloved fester who had yet to return home. On the floor was a pool of blood and tiny bits that distinctively looked like bones flesh and intestines but they were so small and fine as if pushed through a cheese grater. In the far corner lay a whale. A whale? Where did it come from? No wait it was a kid, a rather large kid. But a kid nonetheless. It seemed to bleed from several stab wounds and wasn't quite dead just yet. Next to it lay a very thin woman that was most definitely dead but there where no obvious wounds.
As mortisha and Gomez stepped into the room they suddenly heard a faned tapping of small feet and a small Clicking noise as if a door was shut."It seems someone caused a little mayhem" Gomez grinned " I already like this boy he does not seem so light to me now, they're usually way to week to cause such a beautiful scene" "I agree" Mortisha nodded as she turned around. There from the cupboard faint breathing. She crouched in front of the door in a dignified and regal manner and opened the door. There in the dark sat a boy with the most hauntingly beautiful eyes she had ever seen. "Good afternoon" she greeted, "are you Harry?" The boy, Harry nodded. He had a large handprint on his right cheek and his eye seemed to be swollen. Mortisha who might have been rather violent and enjoyed to cause pain growled lowly as even she would never lay hand on a child. "Do you want to come with us?" Mortisha asked. "We would like to give you a better home than these mortals". Tish and Gomez had already discussed the possibility of taking him in if he passed certain aspects and this boy passed with flying colors not only did he seem to have a large amount of power he also seemed to be dark. Darker than one thought the light Boy-who-lived ever would be.
Harry nodded reluctantly. He was confused, why would someone want him, after all he was a worthless Freak. But he woukd try, he would try these People after all they seemed so much nicer than his relatives and if they were not to his liking he could still kill them.