The Batplane flew low over the hills around Gotham City. Remote-controlled fog machines activated as the aircraft flew into a wide ravine. A section of rock face halfway up one of the crevices opened to reveal the Batcave's hangar. Batman flew the plane into the hangar and landed the Batplane next to the Batcopter. He remotely closed the hangar door and deactivated the fog machines before he began the post-flight checks.

Once everyone was disembarked and Mary Grayson had been reunited with her parents, the Bats took the monorail to the main Batcave's upper level.

Whilst Catwoman, Batgirl and Nightwing were getting changed in their costume vaults, Batman went to the Batcomputer platform. He activated a communication system.

"Blood? Is that you?"

"Yes, Batman," came the British voice over the loudspeakers. "What are you after?"

"We need to talk, Jason. I've just encountered Neron in London. He's been defeated, but there's a chance he may be after vengeance.

"Since you are in Gotham, I'll visit you at your place tomorrow night."

Jason Blood listened to Batman's account of the recent events in London. "Interesting. So the Lion of Narnia and the Oncoming Storm teamed up to take down Neron?

"Those cryptic warnings sound serious and probably reasonably imminent. Albion is an old name for Great Britain, with Scots Gaelic speakers still calling Scotland "Alba". I assume there is to be some sort of escape or jailbreak from Azkaban Prison, with the escapees taking over the Ministry of Magic for a time.

"You must warn the British wizards to escape at a moment's notice."

Batman nodded. "Thanks, Jason. Can I count on your help if we need to retake the Ministry? Both of your helps?!"

"Of course, Batman. Etrigan loathes Neron.

"I'll contact the rest of the circle. You would need the best mystical and magical support available if this comes to pass."

"Thank you again, Jason."

It was a few days later. Millie, Pansy and the kids had arrived on Potter Island. Other than having to restrict sex and nudity to their bedroom whilst the children were around, the honeymooning trio were not inconvenienced in any way. As long as Albus stayed out of Ginny's way, which he was quite happy to assist with, the family was happy to be together.

One day, Millie took the rest of the family to Themyscira. Wonder Witch was sparring with Wonder Woman, Troia and Cassie Sandsmark, the current Wonder Girl. With all her family cheering her on, she acquitted herself with honour.

Once finished, she hugged her fellow Amazon superheroes. "That was fun! I must train with you more often, girls!

"Now, I believe I was taking James and Lily sailing?" She spun herself back into Millie.

"Oh please, Auntie Millie!" Lily begged.

"I'll come with you, if I may," Wednesday said. "When I was a girl, Pugsley and I used to spend our summers on a raft, pretending to be Tom Sawyer and Becky Thatcher. Otherwise, it was Laura Ingalls Wilder in a little hut in the back garden."

"I read their biographies as a girl," Pansy said. "The original Becky Thatcher and Laura Ingalls Wilder wore light colourful summer dresses, though, which isn't really…"

"…Me?! I was the Goth Becky or Laura. We Addamses have our standards to maintain!" The grin on Wednesday's face showed that she was only half-serious.

The Themyscira was still docked at the jetty by the lake. The four sailors were in casual attire and life jackets. Wednesday was in a slightly thinner and rather shorter black dress than she usually favoured, with all of her arms and a good half her legs exposed.

"So that's the grown-up version of your Becky Thatcher dress," Pansy noted. "Well, by your standards it is light. You normally only expose that much flesh on the beach or at a fancy party!"

"She did look pretty in that bikini yesterday," Millie agreed. "Just not as pretty as you did in yours, my darling!" she added, seeing Pansy raise her eyebrow quizzically.

"Nice save, love!" Pansy laughed, before kissing her wife. "Bon voyage!"

Millie, Wednesday, James and Lily boarded the boat and cast off. The dinghy sailed away into the centre of the lake to begin a very happy afternoon sailing. Without Albus on board, the voyage went without a hitch.

Daily Prophet offices, Diagon Alley, late August 2017

"Rita," the Daily Prophet editor-in-chief called, "can you please come into my office?"

"Coming!" the columnist called back. She walked quickly into his office, looked around and saw that Harry, Ginny and Wednesday Potter and Gomez Addams were also present. So they are taking action over my telling the truth about their relationship. No problem! I wrote the truth as I saw it.

"Ah, Ms Skeeter, my good woman," Gomez began, "I am sure that you will be delighted to learn that I have purchased a majority shareholding in this company.

"Now, I have no intention of interfering in the reporting of news or of reasonable editorials by the columnists. Those are to continue. I am, however, concerned about the way in which mere gossip is presented as either a statement of fact or fair comment.

"You, Ms Skeeter, are the worst offender by far. For instance, your article on my daughter's wedding, an event at which you were not present, is full of numerous inaccuracies and speculations. Themyscira is not a den of iniquity, but a respected sovereign state…"

"Mr Addams, I believe you said fair comment was allowed…"

"I did. There is a world of difference, however, between a fair analysis of the evidence and a flight of sheer fantasy.

"You also wrote that Ginny must be a disappointment to her famously frigid parents. Arthur got Molly pregnant six times in about a dozen years. I don't know about you, my dear, but I wouldn't describe that as frigid!"

"I believe Miss Parkinson…"

"Mrs Potter!" Ginny interjected crossly. "Harry blood-adopted Millie a couple of days before her and Pansy's wedding. This was whilst their parents were planning to disown them, which they have now done. Pansy and Millie are both as much entitled to be addressed as Mrs Potter as Wednesday and I are, you bloody old bat!

"Now, Rita, aim just one more insult at my family and I swear…!"

"Ginny, my dear," Gomez interrupted smoothly, "please stay calm. I would prefer it if one of my first acts as majority shareholder wasn't suspending my daughter-in-law!"

"Sorry, Dad!" Harry and Wednesday were holding Ginny close, so she was feeling calmer. Still, she was glad she stuck up for her sisters-in-law. You insulted Ginny Potter's family in her presence at considerable peril!

"As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted," Rita continued, "Mrs Potter used some muggle technique to get herself pregnant. Presumably, Mrs Weasley used the same process…"

"With the first test-tube baby born nearly four months after the twins?!" Harry grumbled. "Mum got pregnant in the normal way, Rita!"

"Also, my good woman, apparently my daughter's chief bridesmaids were freaks. Would you say that to Zatanna Zatara or Wanda Maximoff face-to-face?!

"Finally, for now, Harry and Wednesday can both throw off the Imperius with ease. Both can spot the use of amortentia from twenty paces. They both married for love, Ms Skeeter, and that should be obvious to an amoeba, yet alone a bug.

"From now on, Ms Skeeter, everything you write must be checked for factual accuracy, as well as to ensure all assumptions and opinions are fair assessments of the evidence. I have asked the editor to take this on for me.

"Thank you, Ms Skeeter. You may leave."

A furious Rita left the room seething. My public has a right to know the truth – as I see it anyway!

Meanwhile, Gomez was being embraced warmly by daughter and in-laws. "Thanks Dad!" said Ginny. "It was time someone took that insect down a peg or two!"

"No problem, Ginny my dear. No-one writes that about the happiest day of my daughter's life."

"Are you looking for any co-investors, Dad?" Harry asked.

"In good time, Harry my boy, in good time…"

"It is always good to see you all again," Regina Mills said.

"It is a pleasure for us too, Regina," Harry told her, drinking sherry in Regina's office. The other four Potter adults were all present, as was Queen Hippolyta of Themyscira. "The kids are spending a day at the Burrow with Gin's parents, so we decided to contact a couple of allies.

"We were given a warning about a coup in the wizard world. It sounds as if we may need places of sanctuary for a time. Can I add Storybrooke to the list?

"This place is almost impossible to enter without having seen the scroll. Most of our mages fear your variety of combat magic.

"Only those I trust shall be allocated here, Themyscira and Potter Island."

"The Greengrasses have sanctuary on Themyscira if needed," Hippolyta added. "Daphne and Tracy are as much honorary Amazons as Pansy and Millie are."

"Of course we will, Harry," Regina agreed. "If it does happen, Swan and I would be happy to provide back-up in any fight as well."

"Thanks, Regina ma belle," Wednesday said. "You are a truly heart-warming person!"

"That must be the first time I've been called heart-warming and not heart-breaking…"

Azkaban, Christmas Eve 2017

It was eleven at night. Everywhere in the UK was celebrating the start of Christmas. Stockings were being put up, churches were ready for Midnight Mass and drunkards were staggering merrily out of pubs and nightclubs.

Everywhere that is bar Azkaban Prison. Sure, the guards and prisoners in the lower-security sections were enjoying the occasion, but for those imprisoned in the depths of the prison there was little joy. Many of them were unlikely to see daylight as free people ever again. Few visitors ever came. The guards were not here to promote rehabilitation (in most cases, what was the point?!), but to ensure the likes of Delores Umbridge and Lucius Malfoy were safely locked away. There were far more of the notorious dementors around too.

Lucius Malfoy, about 10 months into a whole life sentence, sighed to himself. "I would give anything to be free and restored to my rightful place."

"Hem! Hem!" coughed Delores Umbridge from her own cell opposite. "Same here, Lucius!"

Malfoy and Umbridge both spotted odd twisted candles lying in their cells, next to a note and a box of matches. Each note read: "Light this candle and make your wish, if you still intend to give absolutely anything for it." The two prisoners looked at each other bemusedly, as no-one appeared to have left the items there. Each of them lit their respective candle and made their wish again. Immediately a tall blonde man dressed in a strange green, white and gold costume was standing in the corridor that separated the two cells.

"I should have known!" Lucius grumbled. "Another costumed freak! After being caught by that bitch Wonder Witch…"

"I am Neron the demon. A deal's a deal! I shall give you both what you wanted in return for nothing but your mortal souls…"

To be continued…

Author's Afterword

The usual big thank you to my fellow writer Model Builder for his advice and encouragement. It was he who suggested Wednesday and Pugsley Addams wanting to be the Goth versions of Mark Twain and Little House on the Prairie characters.

In this story, I wanted to pay tribute to Scooby-Doo (and to other Hanna-Barbera shows in passing), as well as to the British books and TV shows popular in my childhood. Just William, Rex Milligan, the Lone Piners, the Famous Five, Rentaghost, Metal Mickey and Doctor Who are all featured or referred to.

Yes, the mention of the sympathy cards in the Rentaghost office was a tribute to Ann Emery, who died on 28 September this year. Despite a long career in show business, the actress was referred to in just about every obituary as the "Rentaghost actress". Her portrayal of Ethel Meeker was marvellously acerbic and shall last forever. RIP.