Chapter Three
Ten year old Harry James Fester Addams-Potter sat in the shade of the Addams Mausoleum, his eyes shielded by the pair of black-out glasses he always wore.
"Harry...Mother wants us" Wednesday appeared behind him
"Okay" he said quietly, rising from his seat as he followed his sister into the Mansion.
Harry contemplated his life as he followed her into the house, he had been told at the age of six how he came to live with Morticia and Gomez, due to Voldemort killing his real parents, Lily and James Potter, yet he still called the Addamses 'Mother and Father' as per their request. Harry smiled to himself when he recalled being 'legally' adopted by the family just a week before, as soon as they had brought him back to Addams Mansion, Grandmama had done a blood Magick ritual that adopted him into the family anyway, but in the eyes of the 'law' he hadn't been, so Morticia and Gomez had taken the family down-town to 'legally' claim him. Harry had taken his Uncle Fester's name as his second middle name and requested his surname be Addams-Potter, feeling that he shouldn't drop the Potter name, but he embraced his family as well. Morticia had told him that his mother had been a distant cousin of hers and so they were already family.
Harry, at age ten had considerable control over his Magick already, as did his brother and sister. Morticia had versed them well in many arts, but Harry was the only one who had the power of Necromancy, something they thought had been given to him by the deceased Dark Lord Voldemort. When Harry's Magick had reacted to the killing curse, it had opened his Addams Magick and given him the gift. Although he was an Adept in the art, Harry was careful not to use it too much, due to the strain it put him under. This was another reason for his black-out glasses, his eyes were extremely light-sensitive, and he had spent his first year of life with the Addamses in the dungeons, happily playing with the twins until they found out why he couldn't tolerate light.
Morticia met the children in the lounge area
"Children" She got their attention "We need to have a talk"
"What is wrong mother?" Wednesday spoke up
"It seems that Albus Dumbledore has caught up with the Dursley family and knows Harry lives here" Morticia replied "It is my fear that he will try to remove him from here, he foolishly believes in a prophecy that was made before you all were born and it is my belief that he will try to brainwash you into believing you have to fight his battles for him"
"He can't do that!" Pugsley said, outraged "Harry is an Addams!"
"Indeed he is Pugsley" Morticia said calmly "However, it does not stop him from coming out here and trying"
"I wont go" Harry said quietly "He can't make me...can he Mother?"
"Of course he can't" Morticia replied "You are an Addams" She said to him "Your place is here"
"Yes" Harry nodded "May I be excused?" He asked
"You may" Morticia replied "Gomez would like to see you all....fencing practice"
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Albus looked at the manor that faced him, frowning. Why would Harry be here? He wondered as he forced his way through Gate and up to the door.....
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Morticia surveyed Dumbledore for a long moment when she opened the door
"Can I help you?" She asked him
"Mrs Addams I presume? Ma'am I am Albus Dumbledore" he began "I am here to speak to Harry Potter"
"I'm sorry there is no Harry Potter here... you must be looking for my son, Harry Addams-Potter"
"Yes I heard you have adopted him, my apologies, I was not aware he had taken your name" Dumbledore replied
"Indeed.... please, come in and make yourself at home, the children are outside, I will fetch them" Morticia showed him to a chair and disappeared into the bowels of the house
Harry entered the room, Wednesday on his left, Pugsley on his right, Morticia and Gomez behind him
"Mr Dumbledore?" Harry spoke in his quiet voice "You requested a meeting?"
Dumbledore looked at him in quiet shock;
Harry wasn't tall for his age, but he wore a blood-red shirt and black trousers, a Rapier was sheathed at his right hand side, his hair had grown long enough to tie back out of his eyes, his scar was in full view, over the years it had faded to a light pink, traced with silver. He wore a pair of black glasses over his eyes so he couldn't read him. Dumbledore cursed to himself. That meant he couldn't use the Legellimens spell to persuade Harry at all, Harry seemed to radiate a strange power that Dumbledore couldn't place, he figured it was something to do with the rest of the family...
"Harry..." He began "Would you remove your glasses? I would like to see your face when I speak to you"
"I can't do that Sir" He replied, again in his quiet voice "I have no desire to be blind"
"What do you mean?" Dumbledore asked, confused
"When Voldemort tried to kill me, the killing curse affected my eye-sight. I have to wear these" he pointed to the glasses "to protect my eyes from the light, It was Mothers idea. She realised when I was nearly two that I could not tolerate even the dawn without headaches and had them made for me so I would not go blind"
"I apologise Harry," He replied "But you are aware that there are spells to correct your vision?"
"There is nothing wrong with my vision Mr Dumbledore" Harry replied "I see just fine, however it is the light I have a problem with. That is something spells cannot repair... now may I ask, what is the reason you are here?" He asked
Dumbledore frowned
"I am here to ask why Mr and Mrs Addams stole you from your relatives" He said
"Stole?" Harry's voice turned venomous "My parents saved my life Mr Dumbledore, the Dursley family had no intention of looking after me, All I remember from the week I stayed there is hideous pain and fear... According to my mother when she met me I had been beaten up by Mr. Dursley. Don't think for one minute that I will be returning to them...."
"but Harry-"
"I do not believe I gave you the right to use my name Mr Dumbledore," He snarled "You will address me as Master Addams-Potter...and you will cease trying to use Magick on me from this moment" Harry turned "Mother, Father, I must take leave lest I lose control of my Magick" He added, the room had began to hum with a strange Magick that Dumbledore was not familiar with, then he realised, it was coming from Harry in waves. It felt cold and slightly inhuman.
"Of course" Morticia replied "Would you like Wednesday to accompany you?"
"If she wouldn't mind?" His voice was strained as the humming increased
"Not at all" Wednesday replied "we shall be in our usual place" She took him by the hand and lead him from the room.
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Dumbledore watched as Harry was walked out of the room
"He is a special child Dumbledore" Morticia said quietly "You have no right to interfere with his life"
"Mrs Addams I don't believe you underst-" He was cut off by a sword at his throat
"Do not tell my wife she does not understand Dumbledore" Gomez snarled "I saw what those animals did to my son and by all legal and magickal rights he is an Addams, If you leave here without issue we will consider sending the three of them to Hogwarts next year....however if not, I hear Durmstrang will take them"
Dumbledore was baffled, yet certain that Gomez meant it, he sighed
"Very well... I will send one of my staff to show you Diagon Alley in order to collect their school supplies when the time comes...." He got up and started towards the door
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Morticia found Harry sitting alone in the graveyard. Wednesday was sat on a nearby tombstone, watching avidly as three dead cats purred around Harry's feet
"Are you going to keep them?" Morticia asked, Harry flinched, looking up at her
"I....I don't know..." He said slowly "I've never animated them so much before...."
"You are growing into your Necromancy powers Harry" She told him with pride "if you wish to keep them then you can" she knelt down in the dirt, toying with a snapping clover behind him
"I....I don't want to go to them Mother" He stopped petting one of the cats enough to look at her
"Your father has told Dumbledore if he leaves us alone we will allow you three to go to Hogwarts, if not we will enrol you in that lovely Russian school that specialises in the Dark Arts.... he left with the intention of sending a teacher next year to take you to get your school supplies" Morticia told him gently
Harry leant against the tombstone, he murmured the incantation to return the cats to their graves, looking at his shoes.
"Harry?" Morticia enquired, watching as Wednesday made a silent exit, knowing that her brother would talk easier without her there.
Harry pulled off his glasses and planted his hands in front of his eyes, rubbing them a bit, He turned to look at her, shielding his eyes from the light and wincing a little
"Mother....do the Cards tell you I should go to Hogwarts?" he asked
Morticia looked at him for a long moment, her eyes expressionless to anyone else but her son
"The Cards tell me many things Harry" she said "Do you feel that is where you want to go? To be closer to your real parents?" Morticia questioned slowly
"I want to.... but I know how biased they are in England, if they found out what I am then I would be thrown out" he replied "I know Dumbledore will try to control me"
"what you must remember is, you are an Addams above all" Morticia replied "Would it make you feel better if Thing came with you?"
"It would" Harry nodded
"Then he will do so" Morticia replied.
