I don't want to have to do a disclaimer all the time so the first chapter will have to suffice for the entire story.

"...talk..."

"...thoughts..."

"...parseltongue..."

~Six years later

Sunday, September 21, 187 11:29 pm

4 Privet Drive~

Harry's hand twitched, the blood dripping from the tip of the stainless steel blade. His waist length hair sticky and greasy from not showering since the week before.

"Harry, please," a quiet voice whispered. "Please don't do this."

A gruesome smile broke across the eight-year-old's dirty face. Petunia Dursley cowered further into the corner and whimpered when she felt the gaping wound in her side stretched and tear. She had known the small boy had a fractured mind for three years now, even though he had been five the first time she had noticed odd things about her 'nephew.' The way he spent any extra time he could get at the cemetary, talking to the snakes in the backyard, an increasing fascination with sharp objects and a frightening finesse with which he could use them. The way he would sometimes talk to himself.

Harry watched his oh-so-loving aunt as she gave a small shudder. His glowing emerald eyes flickered to the still figures of Dudley and Vernon Dursley. He had had a bit of fun dealing with the two, the long, thin cuts all over their bodies evidence of that. Another twitch of his small hand. His gaze slid back to his aunt as she gasped.

"Why are you doing this?" Petunia asked in a gasping voice, pain arching through her bony form.

Without answering, he gave another grin as he saw the snake venom begin running its course through his aunt's body. He took a step forward. His aunt trembled and pressed her body into the wall. Another step and she whimpered. Two more steps and he stood over her. She sobbed, hot tears spilling down her bleeding cheeks that stung the wounds criss-crossing them.

Harry brought his knife back before thrusting forward sharply into his aunt's long neck, burying the knift to the handle and into the wall. He pulled the knife away and pressed his hand to the gushing liquid running from wound. When his hand was covered and his aunt no longer bleeding, he lifted his hand to the light and looked at it. The crimson blood dripped down his arm. He tentatively flicked his tongue out and caught a small droplet. His body hummed with an energy that raced through his veins. He quickly lapped at the sticky substance on his hand, waves of energy hitting his nerves and he growled with pleasure.

"My, my. What have we here?" a smooth female voice drawled.

Harry turned to the new voice and raised the knife threateningly towards the black-clad form standing in the doorway to the kitchen. She laughed, a chilling sound that sent a chill up the child's spine. Harry liked her; she felt like him.

Another form, male, stepped behind the woman and pulled out a cigar and lit it on the single lit candle on the counter. The man felt the same as the woman. Harry smiled at the two then turned his attention back to the three forms on the floor. He ran a finger through the pool of blood surrounding his aunt and sucked it clean. Using the new energy, he began to dismember his relative's bodies and put them in black plastic garbage bags.

When he had finished, he turned to the messy kitchen. The blood had by now dried and would be a pain to clean, so, with and small flick of his wrist, the blood reliquified and lifted off the floor into small orbs of ruby colored beads. They wobbled a moment before combining into a large ball in the center of the room. Harry opened his mouth as a stream of gore rushed down his throat.

Morticia and Gomez watched Harry as he worked on the bodies and cleaned up the dried blood on the floor and walls. Both were pleased when, instead of simply banishing the crimson blood, he began drinking it.

After a couple of minutes, the floating orb of red was diminished and the kitchen spotless, save for the large black bags near the side door, Harry turned back to the couple.

Morticia gave a small smile to the child. In a silky voice she said, "What is your name, young one?"

Harry thought for a moment. Seeing as he had no intentions of using the names he had in that house, he remembered the name that had frequently been spoken by the 'voices' sometimes.

"I am Wren. And who might you be?"

The couple had smiled at the name before Morticia answered smoothly.

"I am Morticia and this is my husband, Gomez. How would you like to be an Addams?"

Wren's head tilted to the side, giving the couple a calculating look. A moment later, he gave a single nod.

The couple smiled. Gomez stepped around his wife giving her a lingering kiss on her pale neck. He stepped back and picked up the six bags and took them out to the dumpster in the alley.

Morticia turned her attention back to her new son and tsked at his clothes. She drew out her thin, ebony wand and flicked it at the small child, instantly cleaning his skin and hair and changing his clothing into a black frock that was carefully fitted to his small, androgynous form. Another flick and his hair was pulled back in a long braid down his back.

Wren gave himself a quick lookover and flicked his wrist to give himself a black and red lace choker necklace and black boots with silver buckles up the side.

Morticia stepped out of the doorway and walked to a large shadow in the dining room. She stepped into it and held out her hand to Wren who daintily placed his pale hand in her grasp and stepped into the shadow beside his new mother. Gomez glided into the room from the kitchen's side door and grabbed onto Wren's other hand.

Wren felt shivers run down his back as everything turned dark.

~Six years later

Sunday, September 21, 187 11:29 pm

Colony L2~

Duo looked at the wreckage surrounding him, tendrils of red streaked through his normally vivid amethyst eyes. There was a fair sized pile of mutilated soldiers in front of him.

He couldn't remember what had happened when he got there but he knew that the corpses were his doing.

A soft moaning came from the rubble to his right. Kneeling beside the pile, he cleared away the gravel and destroyed stonework.

When all the rubble was removed, he looked at the small figure lying in an indentation in the ground. A girl, not much younger than himself, looked up at Duo with large hazel eyes. Blood caked her face, several cuts littered her form, her breathing labored, and her thin, pale arm was bent at an awkward angle.

Duo carefully pulled her from the ground and into his lap. She gasped and coughed while he moved her before she relaxed against him.

"Thank you," she whispered, "for helping me out."

Duo nodded his head. He softly stroked the girl's hair as she took her last breath, her eyes turning glassy.

Forcing himself to not cry, he placed the girl's limp form on a large stone slab several feet away. A loud crunch behind him alerted him to another's presence. He whirled around to face the unknown, not caring if he died right then and there. Afterall, he didn't have any reason left to live anymore.

A man in a white lab coat stood unpreturbed by the wreckage all around him.

"Hello. I am Professor G. What is your name?" the man asked

Duo stared hard at the man, trying to determine if the man could be trusted or not. After coming to a decision, he told the man.

"My name is Duo Maxwell. So, wha' you wan' with me?"

"I would like to train you. I saw you take out the soldiers and I believe you would make an exceptional subject for my tests."

Duo thought this over: On one hand, he had nothing left for him there. But on the other, he could still help the other street rats. Why not do both? I could train with this guy and pick up street rats on the way, he thought.

He gave the man a sharp nod and walk to his side.

"Are you still going to go by Duo or would you like to change your name?" Professor G asked.

"I'll stay Duo. For awhile, at least," Duo replied easily.

Professor G led him to an alleyway a few blocks away and beckoned his new pilot aboard a shuttle.

When Duo had been safely strapped in and told not to touch anything, Professor G started up the shuttle and quickly set off for an asteroid lab a little ways out of L2. G landed in a crater on the side facing away from the colony and unstrapped the small boy from his seat.

"Welcome to your new home Duo."