Hadrian Addams
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, The Addams Family, or any other reference I may make in this story. (I will only be putting the disclaimer on the first chapter, but its meant to include the entire story.)
A/N: If I use an element from a different authors work, I will make a note of it either at the beginning or ending of the chapter. If I use something from your story and don't cite it, it is mostly because I forgot to. If this does occur, send me a message and I will rectify the situation and give credit to you. Thank you.
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Chapter 1:
The Dursley's were a normal family who drove a normal car, and lived in a normal house in a normal neighborhood.
Vernon Dursley worked in a nice, normal, respectable job at a drill manufacturing company. He would spend the day in his nice corner office. He would wake up at the same time every morning and stuff his portly body into a suit that barely contained his massive girth.
Petunia Dursley was the epitome of the perfect housewife. She took cleanliness to a new level of obsession. She would scrub and scrub till every surface sparkled. After all, a dirty home isn't normal. She wore dresses that looked as though they belonged in the '50s. Unlike her husband, she was thin and lanky with a long neck, reminiscent of a Giraffe. She also likes to tend her garden and eavesdrop on her neighbors, as any housewife is wont to do.
They had a young child. Though only one year old, Dudley Dursley was well on his way to becoming a clone of his father. This child was immense, weighing easily twenty pounds. He was one of, if not the most spoilt child in the entirety of Little Wingham. He was constantly shoving food into that gaping mawl he called a mouth. Any toy he wanted, he got.
The Dursleys prided themselves on their normalcy, but they had a dark secret. One they hoped would never see the light of day. For you see, whilst the Dursleys themselves were normal, Petunia's family was anything but.
Petunia's sister, Lily, was a witch. A black robe wearing, broomstick riding, wand waving, honest to gods witch. She had even gone to a school where magick was taught. That school was Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. This is where Lily 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.
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When Petunia woke up that morning, she expected everything to follow her normal routine. What she didn't expect, was to find a baby on her doorstep along with the milk. When she saw it, her eyes widened and her breath came in shallow gasps. "Please, please don't be who I think you are." She mumbled to herself. When the babe opened its eyes, and met hers, she knew that she couldn't deny it no matter how much she wanted too. This was her nephew. Her life was ruined.
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.'
"Petunia! Is breakfast ready?" Vernon yelled down the stairs. "Shit!" 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.
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. By the time she was finished feeding, washing, and changing his nappy, she could here 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 puréed 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 Morticia. After calming down enough to not sound hysterical, she calle d Tish and 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. Morticia, of course, was eager to take the child. She thought it would make a good playmate for her son and daughter. She agreed to come and pick it up at noon. Petunia thanked her 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 got home that evening, it was to the smell of his favorite dinner. When he asked Petunia what the occasion was, she replied that she had heard an interesting rumor about one of the neighbors. Vernon, used to his wifes nosiness, accepted this without a thought. He was never the wiser of the events that had transpired that day. And, since Dumbledore never checked up on Hadrian, neither was the wizarding world.
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Okay. That's the first chapter! Next chapter will probably be up in a month or so. Depends how long it is and if I have enough inspiration to write it quickly. I'm saying a month, because I honestly don't know how often the crazy bunnies will attack me. Please review, and if you have any ideas please feel free to share them. If I use them I will make note of it. I'm probably going to make this a harem fic because I like the idea of a Harry who uses his 'feminine whiles' to get what he wants. He will be very sexual. Size of Harem is undecided and the number will probably frequently change as I write. You all know how it is. Anyway, will be predominately Slash but am willing to add a female into his harem if I see it as being a good match. No Ginny or Hermione. If I don't make them bitches, I would rather have them be sisterly. I may add in a few side and minor pairings. Mostly glossing over details in those. Thank You for reading!
P.S. Flames will be used for comic relief. I will make fun of them and laugh and point like a preschooler. All in good fun of course. I love constructive criticism. It helps me improve my stories. Saying "it sucks" or some other equivalent does not help and doesn't tell me what needs to be fixed. Think before you review!
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