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Harry Potter/ Addams Family
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Prologue:
(I own nothing of either 'Harry Potter' or 'The Addams Family' nor their affiliated characters or plots)
It was a rather chill October morning when one Petunia Dursley woke well before dawn a feeling of dark foreboding filling her to the very brim. Quietly so as not to wake her husband who while snoring loudly enough to cover most light sounds could wake at the least amount of provocation and this feeling was not one she wished to share with him. She was quick to dawn on her bath robe and slippers, not bothering with other day preparations when she caught sight of her wall clock with displayed the dismayed sight of just ten past two in the morning. With quick and pattering steps did she move to check upon her most beloved child, the one she and Vernon had waited for, for so long. Dudley slept fitfully in his custom made crib his mountain of toys kicked to the floor and outer-edges in his night fits and Petunia made a quick mental note to make him a bottle after she investigated this troubling feeling which only seemed to grow as she left her son's room.
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Petunia made her way down the stairs to her living room near sick with fright now as the shadows on the very walls seemed to leap at her. Yet she found nothing amiss in her kitchen, nothing amiss in her laundry room, nothing amiss in her water closet, and nothing amiss in her parlor. With growing trepidation that should have lessened upon seeing nothing amiss in her home did she seek out the windows to catch a glimpse of something more than street lamps lighting the sidewalks or worse yet just as awake neighbors that would later ruin the perfectly 'normal' light in which she and her husband had had to so gallantly maintained throughout the years after he had found out about her… rather freakish sister. However when she spotted no open curtains and no lights other than those of a few merry porches she took the risk. With a wavering hand did she unlock her front door with the suburbs being so mellow one really didn't need to bother with dead bolts and other such non-sense to feel secure.
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The door opened to reveal even more night and a particularly cold draft that chilled her near to the bone but nothing overly peculiar. Or at least she thought so until she looked down and fainted dead away. Well at least it was better than screaming would have been. When she woke still in the open doorway frozen and shaking and with crawling hands and feet did she again pier into the basket that lay almost innocently on her doorstep. Yet unlike her fevering hope and wish the illusion didn't disappear instead a pink cheeked little dark cherub stared back at her with Lily's eyes, with her sisters eyes. She could have known them anywhere. She didn't exactly recall the news of Lily having a child or getting married for that matter after all her sister was only nineteen- twenty years old by now, which was much too young to have a child yet, this only said because as she herself was the eldest sibling and she herself had only managed to conceive and give birth well after her twenty fifth birthday.
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Now she and her sister weren't close anymore but they had been at one point and while she still considered Lily a freak a-part of Petunia knew it was only because of her jealousy for her sister and her 'gifts' and the attentions she received for them. Another part of her knew that she was grieved that Lily would not have told her about something like this, completely ignoring the fact that she had not bothered to tell aforementioned other about her own achievements in life, namely her own child and husband even though she had been married far longer.
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With regained clarity did Petunia pick up her retreated reality to study the baby for what it was. Abandoned. It's deeply green eyes where frightening to her on a level she could not understand so it was with little caring that she lifted the top blankets and threw them over the child's head distantly noticing the rather repulsive scar upon the child's head shaped oddly like a lightning bolt. It didn't seem to occur to her that this could hinder his breathing any and at this particular moment in time in a seemingly well minded state she couldn't find it within her to care if she had known it was troubling him, yet not a pep left his lips as his wiggling renewed to stop soon after, presumably getting comfortable. What she hadn't expected from her careless act was for the note enfolded in the blankets to fall lose and with a trembling hand did she move to retrieve it half expecting spiders to erupt from the child or for a snake to crawl loose and bite her. Neither happened but that didn't stop her from jerking her hand away as soon as the envelope was secured.
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Frightened eyes scanned the letter and pale skin faded a few more shades as she skimmed over the cursive script with random focusable eyes that saw only that her sister was dead, murdered and that her son Harry James Potter was now to be her responsibility along with that of her husband until the freaks of magic's deemed it well enough to claim him. Now Petunia was a reasonable woman in fact if she were to have been the one to die along with her husband she would have done the only responsible thing that needed to be done for her more precious than the world son. If it was a choice between her sister and an orphanage where he had a decent chance of coming upon a decent loving family that would be unable to deny his obvious good looks and charm she would die and will him to an orphanage rather than have him belittled at her sister's home with other rather minded freaks. It was the responsible thing to do. That her sister would leave her brat to her was rather preposterous and unlikely as anyone who knew anyone much less them as sisters themselves knew that the Dursely's hated all things abnormal and near anything they considered 'freakish' which Harry by default would fall into, if only because of the way in which he had appeared into their lives and because of his parents themselves it would have been far beyond Lily to accept a 'normal' person after all so there was no doubt in Petunia's mind that Lily had conceived a child with another likeminded freak.
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Petunia wasn't a cold woman though and didn't have the heart in her to kill a baby regardless of how abnormal or jealous she could be of such a thing it wasn't the baby's fault after all surely such things could be forced out of one's young enough. She also knew that she couldn't keep it nor could she give it to one of the orphanages here in Surrey for there was no doubt in her mind that they would trace the thing back to her and she couldn't keep it. So Petunia with her mind pressed did the only thing she could think of to get rid of her burdens and the unwanted child of her sister whom she could now no longer forgive, as she had to be the one responsible for this catastrophe, for Lily was always the one to take the easy way out leaving Petunia herself to clean up after words be they her messes or not.
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Not this time though no! Not when her life was finally starting to look up! Not when everything she had ever thought she could come to posses was in her grasp! It was not about Lily Evans anymore it was Petunia's time! She wasn't the doddering sister anymore looking for her parents scraps of affection; she had her own family, her own life! She didn't need another of Lily's mistakes ruining everything she had built! She wouldn't let this happen!
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A quick and hasty note to her family about her dear sick old mother's niece needing her added with a soft kiss to her husband's cheek and another to her sweet son's forehead and she was off to rid them of this burden. Harry basket and all were tossed rather uncaringly into the back seat of her small car as she hastily jumped in herself. The car had been a gift to her from Vernon on their second anniversary and while before she had only ever used it to take to the market and back she was glad to have its use now. Like a bat out of hell did one Petunia Dursley take off that extraordinary early morning, still in her bath robe and slippers looking most odd and strange indeed as her car flew miles in no particular direction as she thought on the go on where to take the boy to. Hours became days, two to be precise and while she had managed to buy some formula and diapers for the child she was rare to remember them as unlike her own child that screamed and squealed when hungry or upset for any reason Harry did not. He had not shed a single tear or put forth a single moan and that more than anything freaked her out.
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After two days however she had had enough of the silence enough of the child's unnatural stillness, enough of the nodding naps in her car, and enough of his horrible green eyes! She was in a nice enough town she supposed it was nothing in comparison to her own and among the uppercuts or so she supposed as they all were fairly large houses with nicely trimmed yards and the most perfect of house trimmings that she could see with her sleep fogged eyes.
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However what ruined this image of perfection was the very old and very creepy looking house she could see looming up in the distance. While this part of the street looked marvelous it was the addition of the one on the end that creped her out it was dark and gloomy perfectly haunted looking and the spot she drove to.
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In her mind at the very least it was an abandoned building in which they would eventually find the boy and assume that it was the houses own fault for his own apparent creepiness… well that among other things. Besides with as unoccupied as this one house was there was a small chance the boy would never be found until it was too late or at least until the god offal child learned to scream. With apprehension did she drive closer to the haunted looking house even when she thought to turn back and take him in as sort of one of her own. Not exactly of course but no, she couldn't seem to turn around, it was as if the house itself was calling her forward and worse still the obviously once locked gate creaked open as soon as her car drove close enough. Tears spilled from her eyes as she tried to get a hold of herself and turn her car around to drive back to her cozy little home in Surry, but her hands wouldn't move, her foot wouldn't leave the gas pedal.
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Within a foot of the house itself however it was as if her engine had suddenly died and in jerky movements that did not seem to be her own she exited the car and threw open her cars back seat door and picked up the young Harry basket and all and near jerkily as if her body was not her own stumbled up the rather creaky wooden steps and set the basket down she had back stepped two times before her body was her own again and with a loud scream of terror she raced down the steps floundering the last few as she could not see them in the dark as she had seemed to be able to just minutes ago. Still screaming as she slammed the back door closed strapped herself in her vehicle slammed her own door and furiously turned the ignition crying in fear that it would not start. With surprise and shock did she scream louder before it died in her throat as her car started and with foot to gas and hands on the wheel did she take off down the road again back where she came only a fleeting thought about going back for the baby before eerily did that creaking gate close behind her and what appeared to be bats came flying out towards her. There was not to see of one Petunia Dursley but dust for miles after that.
Dawn came in its usual bright a-ray well that is for all homes but number 0001 on Cemetery Lane for as clear as it was for all other homes on this particular street as soon as the sun moved to touch upon this particular gloomy looking house clouds moved to intercept and not just any clouds as usually those remained gray and dismal not these where a brown color that while not in themselves bad where eerie once one actually spotted what they did to the grounds. More specifically this house unlike all the other surrounding it no grass really grew just bramble near like claws and sickly weeds. The dirt of the ground matched the decrepit outside of the house which itself seemed to have stood there for millennia. Trees looked like blacked figures and grotesque monsters as no leaves grew but the trees seemed top shriek in the wind that seemed to come from no-where and everywhere at the same time.
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Now this was not a special day after all Halloween was not something that this uppercut neighborhood celebrated so certain expectations were suppose to be met, one of those being that the milk cart arrived before the first charms of alarm clocks went off. So being that all of the people on this particular street were influential in their own way it was seen to be done. It was unfortunate however that this morning would see the middle aged Norman, he'd been a milk man now for six years and in all his years he had never drawn the short straw until today. Cemetery Lane had caused even the most harden of milk men to quick their jobs and while he may brag about it to his cohorts his own historic rushes with whatever fate it was said at the time caused such travesty to befall the numerous milk men before him to quit and resign their posts the thing was… he never really had.
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It wasn't that the other houses upon this lane were particularly horrible no. Not a one person complained about this. It was the house upon the end; there were some milk men who had gone there that had never come back again. Oddly enough their vehicles came home and their milk delivered but the people themselves were missing. No one had any proof and many thought that the milk men of today where off their rockers anyway but you didn't last six years on the job speeding away from dogs and hungry cats, speeding through rain and snow and sleet, to deliver the rich white goodness that was milk every morning to the deserving citizens of England and Not have what it takes. Sure it wasn't as glamorous as the military or the fire brigade but the job itself never dulled sure the pay could have been a bit better but as it was if you were an adrenaline junkie this job was for you… particularly route number 13, for it was upon this route you would face your greatest challenge facing even death itself…maybe… when facing the house 0001 Cemetery Lane.
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Norman had already finished the rest of this particular lane and was now upon the only road to lead him to the last. His vehicle wasn't in gear and his engine was turned off as he stared at the beaten pathway in front of him debating on wither or not to actually deliver or not. Frowning he remembered the good fifty pounds he had placed upon the bet for himself that morning with a couple of his good buddies for his success. He steeled while the spare coin wouldn't really dent his pocket all that much he had been saving up and while it wouldn't really dent it there would still be a loose pocket and his bit of lunch money was in there. Dang. He had no real choice now, with a resigned but wary sigh he started back up his truck and put it in gear before driving into view of the opening gate before him.
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They just forgot to lock it he explained to himself, and the wind was blowing hard at that moment even if it wasn't now, which was why it moved, yes, yes that was it the wind. His bright white truck with his company's logo printed in bright cheery colors glared at him from the depressingly dreary grounds as he went to retrieve the needed bottles least he need to do a return trip to the porch. With the posture of someone sentenced to their death did he begin walking up the creaky wooden steps his eyes closed as he had been looking up but he could have sworn something had looked right back down at him and it was not something he really wanted to see. Shrieking was heard but he ignored this as well as he began to sing in his mind afraid that if he spoke he would attract the attention of the houses occupants which could only be as creepy if not more so than this home in which they chose to live in.
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So with his eyes closed, refusing to speak, and singing a song in his head so he couldn't hear the outside world it was no surprise that he tripped right over the basket that had been left on the porch and the young Harry that had been left in it. Miraculously the milk is saved landing with a soft clunk on the ground no doubt saved by his superior milk man reflexes or at least he thought so until he saw the small body. Norman froze in shock and growing horror at the small unmoving being which had rolled free of the basket blankets and all and now lay on its side facing away from him. Its skin was whiter than death so white he could nearly see the blue veins and he unable to look away or even more as he stares horrified at the tiny creature until the things hand twitch. With a 'manly' scream he is up and running it was misfortune alone that had the abandoned basket on the top of the stairs which he quickly tripped over and was sent flying down the stairs in a tumbled heap before just as quickly picking himself back up starting his truck and flying away at speeds not entirely safe for the glass milk bottles he was carrying.
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That was the very last day that anyone saw the milk man Norman, they found his vehicle though out of fuel two towns over though so he was presumed well.
Enter Morticia the dark beauty married to the current head of the Addams family name and all of its entitlements one Master Gomez Alonzo Addams or just Gomez Addams for short. Alerted by the screams that today's milk has been delivered and while normally their butler Lurch would get this for them in a few days as it would finally have rotten and been safe to drink today it was required dare she utter the words…fresh. It would be she this day that came to gather the milk as instead of Lurch who was enjoying a jaunty game of darts with Gomez she had gone to get it herself for her dearest Ma-Ma. Fluid graceful and otherworldly elegant as only one could expect from the Mistress of the house, yet even she was flawed as all woman tend to be, and apparently all men, for dearly did she desire a child that she may in turn pass her dark arts to, and so then too did she know that her husband desired an heir in which he could pass his lively hood over to. They had been trying, for so long had they been trying and yet for not they still had no children to show for their efforts, it had been at this time that her Ma-Ma had suggested turning to the very forces in which they so coveted to curse them with the abomination they so craved.
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So they had or more specifically her Ma-Ma had and one Esmeralda Frump was not to be denied by the forces in which she was so apart that even their extended family deferred to her as hag a most horrid title that she was more deserven than most. The spell was cast and now her Ma-Ma said they need only but wait, the dark forces had never denied an Addams and never would it their connection too great. So it would be on this a particularly dreary day that Morticia Addams would find the young Harry only too pleased that their magic's had called upon their deepest of reserves to bring him to them, granted in a way less than expected but… when where the dark arts ever predictable? Milk was forgotten as Morticia laid eyes upon the young Harry Potter and gliding forward to retrieve him received not a yelp, not a cry, not a scream nor a moan and she knew to the depths of her being this was the one.
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Evil marked him she could feel as much just standing near him and quickly did she retrieve him from his basket, luminescent green eyes pierced threw her to the depths of her and seemed to judge her. Morticia held very still for she knew that while darkness had granted them this gift if deemed unworthy it could easily be taken away. Mortal instincts rose the longer she held him at arms' length yet she dare not bring him closer until she was duly judged worthy, the magic she could feel radiating from this small infant was strong old and extraordinarily powerful only the more fitting for an Addams.
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Green eyes blinked and a small hand reached for her and she knew she had been found worthy. She drew him closer immediately and swept back into the house. Further into the house she heard her Ma-Ma's cry of 'He's Here!' The houses occupants seemed to have heard it as well as the sounds of pounding feet and fingers against the old wood of their home ran towards her direction. Morticia stayed in the opening foyer waiting for her husband. Her face turned upwards her son held closely to her bosom and her eyes caught Gomez as he came to a near screeching halt behind his brother Fester who was not so lucky as to have been stopped in front of the stairs. He was sent tumbling massively down them to land in a heap at the bottom. Gomez himself jumped at their height and with acrobatic moves that should have been mortally impossible he landed perfectly at their bottom helping to further embellish the difference of the two blood related siblings.
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'Cara Mia!' He exclaimed as he came towards her his expensive attire nearly at odds with his manner. Thing came sliding down the banister to land and then spring board off Fester's recovering back Lurch came at a hurriedly unhurried pace down the steps with a grunt of concern, Ma-Ma Frump not far from them as she came rushing up in a hags attire a graying bowl in her hand that's dark magic bespoke of means long gone from this world as they were forbidden by the ministry of magic's for death came of many who used them.
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Morticia showed them their newest member waiting for their approval and acceptance, the evil feel of the mark had already guaranteed him a place in their family wither or not that would be in with their main branch of a cousin would be telling of their reaction to him. Green eyes opened again and with it alive came the powerful magic's that were held within the very blood of the child yet a taint was detected for those so deeply swept within the darkest of arts.
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Her eyes swept to her Ma-Ma who with a gap-tooth smile turned her eyes to Fester who in turn looked from the baby to Lurch and Thing to Gomez, Morticia's own eyes turned to the head of their household and Gomez in turn looked deeply into her eyes and then to the child who fearlessly met him stare for stare a rare look came upon Gomez as he stared into the child it was solemn and serious and very, very dangerous near mad and again as if it had been the first time Morticia fell in love with his darkness again.
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It was silent a long moment before both the baby and the man blinked at the very same time. A grin broke out upon the man's face before he exclaimed. 'An Addams!'
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Ma-Ma chose at this time to come forward her gray bowl nearly smoking. 'Come-come now, an Addams iz to be Born this night! Come-come.' They followed her back to her kitchen which was more reminiscent of a potion-ary lab. Several pots were brewing, some smoking, others over flowing, no one in the Addams family was foolish enough to touch any of the masses. The kitchen table lay bare for which the old hag quickly snatched the young baby from Morticia which she allowed and placed him there. As it was the only near clean surface within the dimly lit area.
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A wicked looking knife was brought near but not a one of the family members protested its nearness to the infant. It was set upon the table as well with a couple of unnamed bowls of unnamed pastes and liquids. Only their Ma-Ma knew this ritual well enough to perform it as she was the only of the Addams allowed to view their most ancient spell book, within it contained lost spells banished from time, memory, and the Wizarding World. Of course it was not as if anyone else couldn't read the book or were forbidden, it was simply that the old hag kept the book with herself, never allowing it to part her company, it was simply put that the book would stay in her possession until she had sworn, she would pass along to Morticia's own spawn of darkness when the time was right.
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Pots continued to boil as the family made themselves comfortable in wait for the preparations to be complete, for each Addams could detect that very intrusive wrongness in the baby. Not in the sense that they found it wrong in itself no in fact if the baby had possessed just this single flaw and none of his other characteristics he would have been a perfectly ugh… good and normal human.
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Now the Addams themselves weren't bad people, they were just incredibly dark, so far deeply in laced with the dark magic's of the world there would never be hope of disenchanting them. They were a pureblooded Wizarding family that went back to traceable eons. Their blood was pure, their motives intent, and they allowed little deviation from their roots. That they would now allow this outsider for that is what he was until such a time as he gained the Addams blood line and he would have to too become an Addams as he had already been accepted, that they would allow him to join was unheard of, but they were, his lines were nearly pure old ancient, with a power they had thought and had known was completely out bred in their family and that they would do near anything to gain back.
Hence the blood ritual that would tie this newest of their family to their own ancient blood line and there in their pact with the dark magic's of this world which would eliminate this corruption of his pure blood line. Gomez and Morticia waited next to their chosen son with baited breath hands clasped tightly with each others, soon both would have to donate blood to the silvery liquid that the old hag was stirring ever more fervently mumbling to herself. It was common enough in their family wandless magic, it wasn't that they didn't have wands it was more that they prided themselves on their ability to never need it was when a situation occurred chances of it being around when needed was slim.
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The potion was ready no sooner than sunset and during this time still not a single Addams had removed themselves from the room. In fact many where now pacing as they waited for the potions ready meant. Mean while in this time the young infant had been given nothing to eat nor drink and while cruel was the only way to ensure he'd drank the potion in its entirety. Yet he had made not a sound in protest though as if he too truly desired to become an Addams and for that be it misunderstanding or truth he was endeared all the more to the family.
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'It's Done!' Cried a hag's voice as Ma-Ma Frump raising the now crimson liquid that contained the magical mixture of unknown ingredients and the two heads of the Addams Families blood. With an unexpected amount of care and grace did the old hag transfer the liquid into a very expensive looking glass bottle. However it was not immediately given to the baby as the dark forces were less potent during the day to give it to him now would allow the chance that the brew would fail and the Addams family lo to popular belief was anything if not meticulous in their outcomes.
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The lit candle was the only light in the small kitchen when the last rays of the sun finally left the earth, yet again they waited as if to ensure that any lingering rays were vanquished there was no real measure of time for this just a feeling the old hag had that the family trusted implacably. The bottle was given to the infant and the family waited as he suckled neither greedily nor slowly watching with avid eyes and growing dark and mysterious smiles as the bottle was finished. It fell from the baby's suddenly limp hands and the old hags steadying fingers once finished. The baby stilled and began to sardonically twitch and jerk and before their eyes did the tuff of hair on his head darken from its once rich dark brown to black and so change too that cheery pink hue to his skin fading away to leave it an aristocratic shade of pale, rare in even some of the most claim-idly pure blooded of families.
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Satisfaction lit faces ignorant of the pain the infant may currently be experiencing after all this would in turn be a reason for most to thank them, why if they had been so plagued as their son had and no one had offered or done as was being they would had been rife with fury and done what was needed themselves, after ensuring that those ignorant enough to have let them suffer such an affliction was punished by means of which only an Addams was capable of bestowing.
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It was an hour more before the baby finally stilled and only then did anyone move to him. Lurch was the first to grab him a groaning moan passing his closed lips as he tilted his head to the married couple in congratulations to their son and then to Ma-Ma for her sorcery that ensured he was well. Celebration was now to occur to welcome this newest addition to the Addams clan and Fester and Gomez were only too happy to see that it happened as this was Gomez's first child.
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Lurch took the child to be cleaned and properly attired and at the celebration would he be named as Lurch again handled the legal paperwork for both the Wizarding and Human world. It was as Lurch was taking the child away that a paper fell from his lose blankets, Morticia picked it up while others vacated the dark kitchen and Ma-Ma set about cleaning away evidence of their activities. It was a blue card with a stork and a bundle with a baby in its beak. Congratulations It's a Boy was printed along the front in cursive sparkling letters, with a frown did she flip it over to read. Harry James Potter. Her brow furrowed at the rather pleasant name, rather unfitting for so obviously a dark child, so rather unfitting for an Addams. Then again the spell had been rushed it was possible that the dark forces hadn't had the appropriate time to name the child.
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So who better to re-name the child than its mother? Morticia smiled rather hauntingly, he was Harry Potter no longer, as he was now blood tied, he was now Harrison Addams. Flame caught upon the note from no particular source as she held it within her hand dropping the paper before it could singe her finger tips, it was ash before it could hit the ground and with an elegant glide that she was more well known for she headed off as well to change for the party.
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It was that night that the Addams family son and heir was announced to the rest of the Wizarding World. As the Addams' family was a part of the High Society and were well known for their wealth by both the Wizarding World as well as the human. A desirable match for those that sought to better their prestige should that boy not already be engaged or to earn a place in the upper crusts of society as while the Addams family seemed odd to mortal not of magical blood to those of it they were elusive, dangerous, powerful, and well above magical law.
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Something that was rare to be in possession of anymore as those too who had once been able to boast the same had married muggles or mud-bloods and therefore lost that claim. Others still had lost it when the Dark Lord had come into power and they had joined with him, when he had fallen but four days before they too had lost this and some still had lost their un-touch-ability and many more things to be desired by the pure bloods.
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However many who would wish to procure an engagement were held at bay for it was well known that the Addams family were dark wizards. Not in the sense that they wished to end all muggles, mud-bloods and the like, but in the sense they cultivated the dark powers, threw power, sacrifice, and outright murder if need be. There was none that could conquer their power, and few whoever tried, it was said that he-who-must-not-be-named had tried to enlist their assistance in his cause but they had refused him. The Addams family were intensely loyal or at least they were to those of their blood, family you could say. Everyone else however was expendable to whatever cause they held at the moment. They had found no reason to join his cause and therefore had refused him and suffered no consequence even though it was said that the dark lord had tried many a spell against them in punishment, the Addams had suffered no ill effects at all. Leading many more to believe they had delved further into the dark arts than many had originally suspected.
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When the young witch's or wizard's of the Addams family went to train and learn of their magic many of the males were home schooled while the females went to a girls only dark witch's academy that allowed in as few as eight new children a year or less. The Addams however always had first selective seats in this school had they the children or no. This gave even less time for socializing and fewer opportunities for invitations to the few exclusive parties they held each year only two of course even fewer Wizarding Families were invited and those that were the Addams family had known since before the Greeks Golden Age and since before the Great Goblin Wars. Those that married outside of these families were not invited, nor did it seem as if new attendees were encouraged of course this was merely speculation as no one else was invited. Even more surprising when even fewer than this were invited to the young heir's party and not a one of them had been outside of the High Society or the Addams family.
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Something in which took the Wizarding world by storm do be assured, as this did not bode well for those over achievers much less for those themselves that had once considered themselves to be en-par with those of the higher class High Society by either their over abundance of wealth or own long traceable bloodlines. The Daily Prophet itself was in speculation of those families itself for over a month as to whom those lucky families had been and just who no longer could be found up to par. For that month there was a near rage in paper sales not just from England though but from all over the world as it was presumed that since the Addams lived in England only they would have the most recent of scopes. Yet for the rest of the world the only thing they could truly divulge was that the Addams family heir was a young son by the name of Harrison Addams. This information however had not been garnered from one of the parties guests however instead had been found in the Ministry of Magic's Magical Children's Registry by a rather up and coming young journalist by the name of Rita Seeker. Yet for which not a one in the Wizarding world was the wiser for.
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It would be a small slip in the many cracks of the Wizarding World that not a one soul would realize that their savor was not at the appointed place of banishment, nor the odd coincidence of Harrison Addams birth just days later for not a single person would realize that their savior was in fact not at the place he was suppose to have been nor at what time he in fact did go missing from there. In fact in all seriousness no one person would be the wiser until the owls were sent nearly eleven years later to encourage acceptance into schools. For while normal Wizarding Families only received one acceptance letter for it was a competition for them to get into Wizarding Schools as they based entry by power alone. It was quiet another matter entirely for the Pure-bloods to get into school for while it was a competition for normal students to meet the power quota for the Pure-bloods it was a competition for the schools to get the of age child to accept regardless of power due to the simple prestige of having whichever child ranked.
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Harrison Addams fell into this latter category while Harry Potter did not, for while his father had been of the purest blood with an unprecedented ancestry… the simple fact that his mother had been a mud-blood or rather or muggle birth she there in disqualified his father's bloodline. It only happened upon the Headmasters request that his letter was even written by the pure-blood scribe that was to also handle the Harrison Addams letter that awareness was lit in at least Hogwarts eyes. It was the head master himself that went to the boys last living relatives himself to learn of the mistake that Must have been made.
Harry had not been there as feared in fact it appeared that he had never been there at all, in the Headmasters fear for the boy who held so many of his hopes and the Wizarding World's he sent his most trusted of staff to rescue Harry from the Addams home. Hagrid had known when he was sent that there may be fighting involved and a reason he was sent was due to his ancestry as a giant, and being that giants were known for their violent tempers and fierce nature in protecting those they saw as family and having known the Potters as well as he had Hagrid thought of them much as family and had mourned their loss greatly when they had been killed. He would have even volunteered to take the young Harry had he not already been aware of the plans for the boy's future.
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But for this to have happened, for Harry to have been taken in by dark wizards when it had been Hagrid himself who had left the boy on his relatives door step with a letter explaining everything…This there was little worse than this than having the poor boy raised among hateful death eaters. Hagrid landed in a rather eerie street, the trees were decrepit, old, and near spitefully twisted, no grass seemed to grow, no real color at all seemed to emulate anywhere within the first two miles of the single seemingly deserted looking house that seemed to loom up out of the earth like its own cheery hell on earth. Vines that had he been a better study in school he would have known for sure where both vicious and poisonous to human and non-human alike grew up the front of the house and sides like some gruesome plague. It seemed as if all the happiness that had ever been and would ever be had been sucked out of everything and turned into ruin and barren landscape.
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Further away could he see color and green grass that looked to even his eyes an odd cartoon or even a mirage in comparison. He saw it then as he approached the house upon the very roof that looked about as study as limp and dry tinder. Two figures were dueling upon the roof not with wands though it would have been safer but with real swords he could hear the clash of steal and against steal and see the shine of the metal even from here. However in noticing this he missed seeing the figures on the ground their dark clothing blending in perfectly with their home yet their pale faces standing out starkly in comparison.
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All he could seem to take in was the smaller figure being cornered next to the roofs edge and the taller still advancing threateningly as if he would still attack even if the other did yield to him. Yet the smaller figure did none of this instead he chose to kill himself for with a backwards flip with no wand nor broom he with an acrobatic flare that Hagrid could not appreciate for the life of him went swooping to the ground. If Hagrid had closed his eyes he never would have seen nor believed it for himself but just seconds before he hit the ground the very wind itself seemed to come to his call and lighten his landing.
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Not that the boy seemed to appreciate that though at that incomprehensible use of wandless magic no instead his feet touch the ground softly barely bracing themselves before he crouches himself and flings daggers with startling accuracy at a brown lump on the side of the house. Hagrid's eyes widen in shock and horror at the man now pinned to the wall by his odd robes, the fool was smiling and even had a dagger caught in his mouth! Hagrid's attention was pulled away from this as another figure fell from the roof, the taller man however did not try to land on his feet but was aiming his sword at the boy. The boy parried the strike the percussion sending his skidding back several feet but he didn't give ground.
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The other man was now undoubtedly Gomez Addams while the boy's who face he still couldn't see in thanks of Gomez as he was blocking the unmistakable boys features he would now determine to be his son Harrison or even possibly Pugsly Addams. The boy charged but Gomez contrary to his smiling face and laughing voice was still on guard their hilts clashed in a violent array of sparks that had Hagrid gasping at the sheer strength of the two males. Daggers were drawn by Gomez in a clear attempt to draw blood but the other fell back knocking him off balance and the daggers went flying towards the house one narrowly missing a rather tall even for Hagrid who was half giant, butler which narrowly missed clipping his scalp not that this stopped him for more than a moment though as he went back to spraying some sort of chemical upon the now withering plants that were now strangling their green growth.
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The other towards a little girl who in her black dress looked particularly gloomy but the evil aura about her had even the unaware people aware that something was obviously wrong with her on some very deep level. However she was watching the duel with an avid appreciation not found in one so young and caught the blade on the fly which would have impaled her face otherwise. Neither she nor the rather darkly beautiful woman seemed concerned however, the dagger was with care placed down by a doll that looked as if it had played with fire and then lit with it several times, possibly even after was electrocuted.
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The bald man had too finally released himself and his clothing from the house wall and had kicked away the vines that had been twining around his legs. Freed he swept by apparently 'out' for this dubbed sport and went to the porch with the rest of the family next to a young and somewhat chubby boy wearing what might have been expensive pants once before they had been cropped to bare his knees and a shirt that looked like those old time old fashioned jail muggle shirts with short sleeves, the horizontal mix of uncomplimentary black and white stripes only seemed to emphasize the boys sheer mass.
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The duel however was immediately stopped when Gomez noticed him. Both opponents froze, and then dropped there fighting stances swords were thrown with a carelessness that only the upper crusts of society would ever perfect towards the butler who caught them with a dignity that only the subservient could master. Both clasped their hands together dueling again for a short moment before the younger and shorter was engulfed in a full body hug that surprised the half giant watching.
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'Wonderful my son! Soon not even Cousin It will be able to challenge you!' The elder Addams boasted with obvious pride. Hagrid came forward hesitantly for while the Addams had never sided against beings of half blood, they had never sided with them either and were not averse to killing people just for-not the fun, but the study of it. Gomez playfully ruffled his son's hair; a cigar appeared in his empty hand as he turned to address Hagrid.
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'Hello how can I help you?' Hagrid bumbled for but a moment as he got himself together determined not to make a fool of himself or at least he was until the boy turned around to face him as well. Anyone else would have been fooled; anyone except Hagrid who had known and cared for the Potter's as well as he had. It was nearly James Potter's face that stared back at him with Lily's eyes. Nearly being the operative word here as while it was most definitely their attributes it was not at the same time for so did the boy too so closely resemble Gomez and the rather tall elegant woman sitting near the children.
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His skin was too pale to be of half blood, his features while in resemblance to the late James Potter where more aristocratic cold and detached even. The Potters both of them had been relaxed in comparison to this particular family, every line and every step seemed calculated as if they were used to being attacked. What's more while James had been a bully in his youth and Lily had been the kindly bookworm this boy took nothing from them. While his blazing green eyes, black hair and pail aristocratic features would undoubtedly draw many people to him, and the small smirk that seemed imprinted into every male Addams heir before full maturity would beguile many, Hagrid knew beyond a shadow of a doubt as only a half blood of a mystical creature that this boy held none of the Potter's warmth and what was worse was filled to brimming with the darkness that had thoroughly entrenched the Addams Family. Weakly as if he had realized all was lost the half giant gasped out.
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'Arry, wa de do to ya?' Gomez raised a puzzled brow before looking discreetly at his beautiful wife, who too had raised her own delicate brow. Wednesday however broke the tension as she came forward a flask of death in her hand which she ever so quickly raced to give it to her elder brother, a small frown on her face as she held it up to him waiting for him to take it from her as she held it out to him. His smirk turned into a smile just for her and while she did not smile back her face brightened as her frown left her.
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The half giant was left to gape as he unscrewed the cap of the flask clearly marked with both skull and crossbones as dangerous and deadly possibly poison before tilting it to his lips and taking a markedly elegant sip. Gasping and stuttering the half giant sought to protest or something even came forward against his better judgment to loom over the two with his great height. However by this time the flask was already recapped and handed back to the little girl who could not have been more than four or five years old. With a pat on her head, another smile and a few soft words that Hagrid didn't actually catch the meaning of until the little girl with an evil smirk of her own went skittering off into the house presumably get some basilisk venom.
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His horror was duly noted by the family as Morticia stood still shaded on the veranda she waited but a moment to ensure eyes were appropriately upon her person before she glided into the house which in turn had the children following as if by some unspoken word. It was only when Gomez moved to follow a helping hand now pressed to Hagrid's back that he did something he had never done in his entire life when faced with this never before faced situation. He retreated…Gracefully.
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'Er… tha' is yer boy az' ben 'ccepted in tu Hogwarts Skool of Wizardry 'ere is 'is letter. 'e be special dark one ya know.' Hagrid dug in his numerous pockets looking for the right letter he had been given both in the case that Harry was not here and he needed an excuse to be. Gomez seemed to pause as he made out what Hagrid was trying to tell him.
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'Hogwarts dark you say?' Hagrid paused in his answer as he finished fishing two envelops out of his pocket one on top of the other and quickly handed them to a seemingly eager Gomez.
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'Er-tey 'ave a ole' 'ouse to 'em self's lot o' dark of em' in t'ere.'
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'You don't say… No- no come this way old boy we have a lot to talk about you and I.' Gomez quickly redirected the half giant back towards the house seemingly oblivious to his attempts at retreat even the half giants attempt by going so far as to bodily turn himself about and more forcibly leave only to be stopped by their own giant of a butler who closed the door and turned to face him blocking his own foreseeable exit, other than some rather dirty and grimy windows. Yet with strength belittling his small stature Gomez with the ease of one far too well practiced steered the other unerringly towards his private study.
End. Prologue.
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Smart Guide: For those that wish to know and may ask and to get it out of the way.
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1. When the Addams kept speaking of something being wrong with the boy they meant his mothers 'mud blood' I have nothing against Lily or her blood for this matter so to prove this I have kept Harry's eyes green instead of changing their color. However I did take away the blood his mother gave him with the blood ritual that the Addams cast. I've also taken the liberty of killing them sooner than had happened in the book, so while Harry Potter was born 31 July 1981, when the Addams got him he was a whole three months old and therefore his birthday is celebrated on 31 October 1981.
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2. In this story that Addams to help explain their oddness are a very old very traditional to the point of madness Wizarding Family. They are as often portrayed if not in a literal sense Dark Wizards. Keep in mind Dark Wizards are not evil people, they just aren't completely good people.
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3. To try and keep the story as lively as possible I have placed the Addams Family in a boundary between both magical and non-magical worlds therefore seen by both and not really a part of either due to their old fashioned and seemingly down-right strange ways. Not to mention I have changed the time line a bit so that the Grindal Wars never happened. This way Lord Voldmort can be the first real evil that they have dealt with and to give Dumbledore a more arrogant pitch vs. his knowledgeable cast before as this time he has not yet experienced a wars horror and hardships.
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4. It is due to the Addams inherent ability and familiarity with the dark arts that they are able to perform wandless magic to such proficiency that they have never needed or required wands to perform the spells they use on a day to day basis. Harry will have a greater ability for both magic's and the dark arts due to the fact that the Addams like most pure blood families are inbred-which limits the power to have a greater control of the blood and therefore increases their ability for the dark arts. He also gets a greater control and far more power for the simple fact he is a new blood line in the Addams Family as while his mother's blood was replaced with Morticia's and Gomez' his father's still runs to delude the negative effects. His dark arts talents will be enhanced due to the portion of Voldemort's soul being hosted within him.
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5. I do apologize now for miss-spellings so please correct me if I have something wrong on a name, place, location, ect. All those that I am using right now I took straight from internet related searching under 'Harry Potter' and 'The Addams Family' respectively of course, and everyone knows how reliable that can be.
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6. I beg pardon now for characters being OOC but bare with me this is a crossover with undesired results as far as you know. Also no offense to anyone but seeing as how even though this is a crossover I will not be pairing Harry with an of the Addams family members due to the fact that he was raised with them as family and as…unique as I am I can't seem to bring myself out of my comfort level enough to bring siblings or parents and children together in a romantic relationship. So please don't ask. Coodos to those that can I hope when I grow up I can be just like you. For the rest of my life however… I'll stick to what I know and am fairly comfortable with.
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