Im gonna try to make this looonger. The last chapter was so short and annoying.

I swear boredom is a contagious disease.

NOW PAIRING VOTES

Krum - 3

Wednesday - 3

Draco - 2

Flint - 2

Blaise - 1

Tom - 1

Greengrass - 1

And fine, Harry will not be mute. *pouts* but I remain firm that he is very quiet most of the time. Now the real question is, when Wednesday brings Kitty-cat to Slytherin... O.O that will be hilarious.

Yeahhh and I apoligize for both the length and quality of the previous chapters.

In Which Harry's Name is Actually Harry

Harry smiled through the tight grip of his fathers steely arms. He felt his head being patted in the most surreal way and fought back tears. Pulling away, long black strands of hair clung to Harry's face, stuck to the flushed cheeks that were the only indication of unshed tears. The youth grinned up at Gomez, and in turn Gomez ruffled his hair. The pair stayed like that for several minutes, until the telltale tap of the window sounded. Owl post often came at the most convenient of times.

Green eyes flashed towards the window and Harry was about to open the latch when a pale hand came out of a nearby black cabinet and creaked the pane ajar. Harry's strides made short distance of the open space in the middle of the room, the three owls deciding to perch on a goblin-mined obsidian counter top. The window was closed softly and as he approached the owl's; Harry offhandedly muttered a soft and melodious "Thank you Thing" before spinning rapidly to pin his father with a happy smile and making him look up from his cigar.

Gomez glanced up at Harry from his cigar. The boy was practically jumping in place, so he drew his cigar from his mouth and quirked his head with a questioning "Yes, Harry?"

Harry fluttered over to Gomez before whispering breathlessly "School letters Papa, School letters!" Harry waved the parchment envelopes, patronizing his father for not knowing their content. Gomez raised an eyebrow and chuckled at his son's antics.

"Which are you planning on accepting Harry?" Gomez questioned. Harry rifled through the short pile and carefully selected the one with a purple seal. Gomez knew the crest by heart, he always guessed his son wanted to go to Hogwarts. Though, secretly Gomez wished all his children would be promptly expelled and therefore stay at home, outwardly the Addams patriarch only resigned himself to his children's fate of growing up. With a quirk of his lips, Gomez studied Harry; debating whether he could stash his second youngest in the caverns with his giant train tracks and keep him there forever.

Harry never noticed his Papa's inner turmoil however, he was too busy lovingly outlining the wax design of his letter. His Hogwarts letter; the one he'd been waiting for, the thing he'd pined after for since he was 8 and told of his British history. Now, don't get Harry wrong, he loved all the American Schools fine; they were probably more advanced then Hogwarts anyway, but to see the place where his long lost parents had once stood, and to know those same secrets? It was something special, something that couldn't be replicated. And maybe, just maybe if Harry went to Hogwarts, where he was no longer Harry Addams a strange weird kid, he could ease the guilt of being an unwilling killer of people who loved him.

When Gomez broke from his musings, and noticed Harry still in his, the older man bent down and took Harry by the shoulders. "You are not a bad person Harry, you're a very good person whom bad things have happened to. (1) Your mother and I will love you no matter your schooling." Gomez smiled in a soft way, very unlike his normal grin. Then he coughed and straightened before fiddling with his smoke. "Now, go get your sister and the boys. We'll need to round everyone up for a trip so we can go get your supplies! Bring everyone down to the table. Hurry off you little terror." Harry nodded, and hurried up the stairs. Gomez felt his stomach rumble, and hurried to the gong-like ring for Lurch.

Wednesday stifled a laugh as she stepped elegantly down the stairs. Pugsley hadn't gotten up fast enough, so Harry charmed his hair blonde. Imagine, an Addams, blonde, it was going to fast turn into Camp Chippewa. Even his skin had started turning rosy! Easy to say, Pugsley woke up with a scream after his toenails shrank back to his toe tips. There was nothing like tormented screams in the morning to help wake Wednesday up.

The final step of the stairs passed beneath her with a clack of her shoe, and Wednesday cautiously inched the door open to see further into the kitchen. It creaked as always, but was empty. Wednesday waited casually as the rest of the family filtered in, almost face faulting for what must have been the 12th time when she saw her little Harry in his new form. Once Lurch placed some Fried Newt on the table, Gomez started the so called "family meeting." He cleared his throat several times thinking what to say. It was mostly silent around the table as he did so; Fester was enthralled with the Newt entree, Grandmama jabbing at a wriggling lump of what must have been her newest creation, Pugsley playing with a timer to the bomb he was tweaking, Harry playing with Pubert idly, and Mama was simply watching Gomez with a loving and amused expression.

"Harry's leaving in a week to go to Hogwarts." The room grew icy for a long minute, the occupants of the room registering the sudden announcement. It took a while, but soon the dining hall was full of exclamations and yells.

Grandmama and Fester, ever the duo, started yelling their denial and nonacceptance loudly; escalating to even calls of "traitor" aimed at Gomez. Pugsley's hands quivered as the timer in his head set off, exploding in his face. He didn't notice, only gaped at his father. Lurch groaned loudly as he hit the table, sending newt in all directions. Wednesday sat back and blankly stared, indifferent as she normally was, Harry'd been gushing about Hogwarts for a long while now. Mortrica simply tightened her hand on Harry's shoulder as Pubert wailed in his arms.

It was actually Harry's quiet shushing and not boisterous Gomez's shouts of "Quiet" that calmed the group from their frenzy. And when silence reigned in the room, a nod from Harry was the only indication that Gomez was to continue. Unbeknownst to most, Wednesday had to add in her own tidbit mentally. Well we all know who wears the proverbial pants in this family.. Besides that none of the Addams even thought much as Gomez shuffled about, trying to come up with what to say.

Finally a sigh was heard and Mortrica stepped up to the head of the table, clearing her throat as Gomez sat gratefully."Now, family. We all knew this horrendously happy day, had to come." There was a pause for effect and Fester shuddered at the word happy. "Harry is now eleven, and must get schooling" Tish's hand rose to stop Grandmama " outside of what we can provide here." Grandmama looked put out. "Harry has chosen Hogwarts and that is where he will go. It could be good for him to... socialize."

Uncle Fester broke in and spoke hurriedly in his way. "But in Briton, they aren't like us Addams. They don't have people of the same type of characters, they are all backwards there. Those lunatics don't understand tradition, they don't understand Addams tradition! " Fester's bald head bobbed as he spoke. Mortrica had to stop herself from chopping it off and batting it around like a cat; she kept her composure though.

"Fester dear," she began, "Maybe it will do Harry some good to have independence." Fester didn't look convinced, but Tish continued "And I already sent out a raven to ask for a teacher guide. They will be informed of all stipulations we have before we will be formally enrolling Harry. They're sending someone by the name of..." Mortrica checked a paper that none of the family had seen yet, " Snape. Its a Mr. Severus Snape."

Pugsley piped up, "Snape? Sounds kinda slimy. He can't be all bad." There were murmured agreements all over the table, even Fester agreed. Tish smiled.

Taking the helm once again, the matriarch straightened her robe and informed the family they were going shopping. The rest of the family knew better than to question Mortica and set about gathering their outer cloaks. Once Harry was all ready, he inspected himself in the mirror. The only thing he saw was himself, but yet the reflection seemed so different from his norm. He didn't have time to ponder this as the door bell rang. Harry glanced around and inched to the door. He slowly reached out and grabbed the handle.

And so the set up is complete now. Adventure awaits ye scallywags! I haven't updated in so long, with such short updates I really need to stop being so lazy. Any way, I will be fixing some things in my early chapters to make sense. I have no Beta, if someone wants to Beta PM me please! Other than that I got nothing. Review this stupid story!