They joined the queue up to the stadium, flooded with a mix of red and green. Once the man at the gate checked their tickets, they were directed all the way up to the Minister's box. It appeared they were the first to arrive, other than a small female house elf, sitting alone on the back row.
"Father, who else will be in here with us?" Hadrian asked, curiously. There were almost 30 purple chairs set in three rows.
"Not sure, son. But it will be interesting to meet them all. Of course Minister Fudge will be here, I expect." They settled themselves in the middle row of the box, eager for the game to start.
A large family of redheads, including the twins from earlier walked in. "Here we are, Weasleys!" The oldest of the group, presumably the father, called out.
"Hey, Father! These Omnioculars are cool! I can see that guy down there pick his nose, again and again…" Gomez just shook his head at Pugsley but Morticia was scandalized.
"Pugsley! Manners!"
Wednesday looked out around the pitch. "How many people are here, Mother?"
"Your father said that the stadium holds a hundred thousand, I believe, dear."
"Ah, hello there!" The father of the group turned to introduce himself. "Arthur Weasley."
Gomez stood, shaking his hand. "Addams. Gomez Addams. This is my lovely wife, Morticia."
He held an arm out towards her and she smiled, nodding at the man. "Charmed."
"And our children, Hadrian, Pugsley, and Wednesday." Gomez looked at the long line of boys and girls. "Are these all yours?"
"All mine except Hermione, a friend of my son Ron. Your eldest looks to be about their same age. Do you three know each other from school?" Arthur asked as the two aforementioned teens turned in their seats.
Ron and Hermione shook their heads as Hadrian reached a hand out to them. "No, I go to Ilvermorny. You?"
"Hogwarts. So, what's Ilvermorny like?" The three teens got into a long discussion of the differences between their wizarding schools.
Arthur greeted the other wizards and witches as they filed into the box. One of the Weasley boys, Percy, bowed so low when Cornelius Fudge entered, that his glasses fell from his face, shattering on impact.
"Fudge, old man! How are you?" Gomez cheerfully greeted the man, shaking his hand. "My family and I appreciate the invitation."
"Of course, Mr. Addams. Wonderful to see you. And this is the Bulgarian Minister for Magic, Mr. Oblansk. Or is it Obalonsk?" Fudge seemed a bit flustered, but the introductions were made all around.
When Hadrian stood to shake the Bulgarian Minister's hand, he couldn't help himself. "I'm a huge fan of Viktor Krum, sir. Any chance I could meet him?" The Minister laughed and clapped him on the shoulder, winking. Hadrian sank back into his seat, grinning.
"Ah, and here's Lucius!" The Weasleys all turned, an angry face on both Ron and Hermione. Hadrian turned just out of curiosity. A man with long blond hair, dressed in a sharp black suit entered carrying a cane, not unlike the one Gomez carried on occasion. He was followed by a blond boy Hadrian's age, and a woman who appeared to be the boy's mother.
"Ah, Fudge." The man shook the Minister's hand. "How are you? I don't think you've met my wife, Narcissa? Or our son, Draco?"
"How do you do?" Fudge introduced the Malfoys around, ending with the Addamses. "And this is Gomez Addams." They shook hands. "His wife, Morticia, and their three children."
"Wonderful to meet you!" Gomez grinned. "Ought to be fun, huh?"
The Malfoys were very obviously unsure about what to think about the Addams clan. They appeared to be a dark family, but Gomez was so chipper. And the children appeared friendly enough, if not a little deranged. At least until Fudge chimed in. "The Addamses are here as my guests, just as you are Lucius. They make quite a generous yearly donation." Lucius smiled, looking at the strange family a little differently. A family with money was nearly always worth his time.
The Malfoy boy held a hand out to Hadrian. "Draco. Draco Malfoy."
Hadrian shook the boy's hand. "Hadrian Addams. Nice to meet you."
"You're not from England, are you?"
"No, we're American. I'm a fourth year at Ilvermorny. My brother Pugsley's starting this year."
"Really? I go to Hogwarts, of course. Slytherin. I play seeker on the house team. Play quidditch at all?"
"Nah. I prefer quodpot, but I still enjoy watching quidditch. I was just talking with those two in the front. They go to Hogwarts as well."
Ron and Hermione were giving the exchange a look of complete and utter disdain, which would make any Addams proud. "Weasley and the Mudblood?" Draco glared at the two before turning back to Hadrian. "I wouldn't waste your time with people such as them. Muggle lovers, the whole lot."
Hadrian gave him a confused look, then turned to glance up at his father. "Muggle lovers? What's a muggle?"
Gomez briefly turned from his conversation with Lucius. "A No-Maj, son."
"Oh! Okay. Well, I don't have a problem with No-Majs. Father does a lot of business on both sides." Draco looked taken aback at this revelation and returned to sit with his parents. Hadrian just shrugged and turned back to the pitch.
As the festivities began, the teams were introduced and each had brought their team mascots to perform. Hadrian watched as a hundred women with long white-gold hair glided onto the pitch. "Ah, veela! Wonder if Cousin Blagorodna's down there." Gomez leaned forward to watch as they started to dance. But the Addams boys' reactions were nowhere near what the other men in the box were doing.
"What are they doing, Father?" Pugsley asked as all the men around them gaped at the field when the women started to dance. A few seemed to have the idea to plug their ears, but the young Weasley boy in front of them, Ron, looked like he wanted to jump down to the field. Hermione was trying to pull him back into his seat. "Why aren't we acting like that?"
Gomez smirked at his sons before grabbing his wife's hand and kissing it. "We Addams men have better taste."
"Gomez…" Morticia gave him a seductive smile. "Later, darling." She sighed as she glanced at the veela dancing on the field with their moon bright skin. "I'd kill for that complexion, though."
When the veela stopped, the uproar from the crowd was overwhelming. Hadrian chuckled, watching Ron shred the green shamrock on his chest.
And then the Irish mascots came. Leprechauns. Gold rained down all around them. The Addamses watched as everyone scrambled to reach for it. "Don't they know its fool's gold? It's just going to disappear on them," Gomez chuckled.
What really caught Hadrian's interest though, was when the Bulgarian team took to the field. "Father! It's Krum!" He picked up his Omnioculars, watching as his quidditch hero flew across the stadium. When he zoomed in, he could make out perfectly that they were using Firebolts. Hadrian hoped that his parents were going to get him one for his next birthday. His Nimbus was awesome, but the Firebolt…
The match was much more exciting than what Hadrian had seen at school. The brooms were faster, and the players much more skilled. And although he was rooting for Bulgaria, he could appreciate the teamwork of Ireland's team. They were apparently superior in this matchup. But when Bulgaria did finally score, the veela started dancing again, prompting another round of men ogling them. Hadrian tried to stay focused on the game though.
"Oof." Gomez winced and nudged his son with his elbow when Krum pulled off a perfect feint, causing the Ireland seeker to plow into the ground. "Bet you could pull that off flawlessly, son."
Hadrian smirked. "Maybe. But quadpot doesn't have a seeker."
The family all groaned as Ireland pulled further and further ahead in points. "Come on, Bulgaria!"
When one of the Irish beaters hit a bludger into Krum's face, it seemed to cement Bulgaria's fate. "Krum can't fly like that! No!"
They watched as Ireland's seeker dove for the ground again, Krum close behind. But Ireland's seeker ploughed straight into the ground again, as Krum pulled back up, snitch in hand.
The Ireland fans went wild as Hadrian groaned, slumped in his seat. "Why'd he have to catch it when they were that far behind. Geez."
Suddenly the Bulgarian Minister leaned forward, tapping on Hadrian's shoulder. "Ve fought bravely, though. Vould you like to meet him, my boy?"
Hadrian's eyes went wide. "Seriously?" When the team filed into the box, and had all been introduced to the stadium, Mr. Oblansk pulled Krum aside.
"Viktor, zis young man is quite a fan. Vanted to meet you."
Hadrian couldn't believe what was happening as he shook the seeker's hand. "You're an awesome flyer."
"Vank you. You play quidditch?" Krum's nose was still bleeding and he had two black eyes from the bludger.
Hadrian shook his head. "Quadpot. But you're my favorite quidditch player." Krum signed Hadrian's program, as well as Pugsley and Wednesday's copies. "Great to meet you." Hadrian was still in shock as his quidditch hero walked away. "That was wicked."
The Addamses were enjoying a moon-bath outside their tent when Pugsley noticed the fires and explosions nearby. "Mother, can I get my dynamite caps too?"
Gomez chuckled hearing the screams. "Must be having fun." But as the screams got closer, he lifted his glasses. Something was different about this. As people started to run, he saw a group of people in masks levitating the No-Maj campsite manager and his family. "Children, back to the portkey. Stay together!" He and Morticia grabbed their wands, ready to defend their family from the people who were obviously torturing these poor No-Majs, and not in the fun way.
The kids took off into the woods, but somehow in the chaos, Hadrian got separated from his younger siblings. "Wednesday! Pugsley! Where are you?" The screams seemed to be getting further away, when Hadrian was hit by a rogue stunner, falling to the ground.