"Morsmordre!" Hadrian heard someone shout as he came to, seemingly hours later.

When Hadrian sat up, it was deadly quiet around him. But when he looked up, there was a green, glittering skull suspended in the sky, a snake protruding from its mouth. "Cool…" Hadrian whispered. He got to his feet, staring up into the sky, when his forehead suddenly started burning. "What the…?" He clutched at his head in pain. While none of the Addams children were strangers to pain, this was different. "Aaah…" He fell to his knees, still clutching his head.

Twenty pops sounded from around him before several cries of "STUPEFY!" ripped through the air. If he'd still been standing, he would have certainly been hit by another stunner.

"Stop! STOP!" Gomez tore into the area, Morticia right behind him with Pugsley and Wednesday. "That's my son!" He quickly ran over to his son, protecting him from the people aiming their wands at him. When Morticia reached him, she knelt down, wrapping her arms around her boy.

"What is it, darling?" She saw him clawing at his forehead, his nails digging in, drawing blood.

"My scar! It's burning!" Morticia's eyes widened as she looked at her husband, who was trying to calm down the people from the Ministry of Magic. Hadrian's curse scar had never hurt him before.

"My son certainly couldn't have conjured that! He doesn't even have a wand on him! Ilvermorny holds their wands during the summer!" Gomez tried to explain.

"He's been discovered at the scene of the crime, Addams!" Fudge looked absolutely furious.

Hadrian blinked as the pain started to lessen. If he didn't look up at the skull it didn't seem as bad. "Crime? What crime? It's just a skull…"

Fudge turned and pointed up at it. "That is the mark of You-Know-Who! The Dark Mark!"

"You-Know-Who?" Hadrian asked as he got to his feet. He was completely confused, as were the other two Addams children.

"Come on, boy. Surely you know who I'm talking about." Fudge was clearly getting frustrated. "He Who Must Not Be Named!"

"You mean, Voldemort, old man?" Gomez pulled out a cigar, puffing away. He completely missed the obvious winces of the people around him. "My family has nothing to do with him. He's gone. Long gone, from my understanding." Gomez put a hand on his eldest's shoulder, squeezing lightly. "And my son certainly wouldn't know how to conjure this…" He waved his cigar, searching for the name. "Dark Mark, you say?" Glancing up at it, he smirked. "I do like the style though."

A couple of the ministry workers had ventured off into the woods, searching for someone else who could have conjured it. "We got them!" A shout echoed through the woods. "There's someone here! Unconscious! It's – but – blimey…"

"You've got someone?" A mustachioed man called after him. "Who? Who is it?"

They all watched as someone carried a house elf out of the woods. "But house elves can't use magic like that, can they, Mother?" Wednesday was actually frightened. It was a rare sight.

Morticia pulled her close, both arms around her shoulders. "No, dear."

The attention had turned to the house elf, who apparently belonged to the mustachioed man; someone called Crouch. The elf had found a wand somewhere and was found with it clutched in her hand. She claimed to have not conjured the skull, but after inspecting the wand, it was positively identified as the one where the spell had come from. Crouch fired his elf on the spot, and the Addamses were off the hook. Fudge apologized profusely, and Gomez quickly led his family towards the hill where they had landed that morning.

"Father? Mother?" Hadrian followed behind them with his brother and sister, but he was completely confused as to what had happened. They were almost having to jog to keep up with their parents.

"We'll discuss it when we're back home, son." Gomez said flatly.

Once they'd gotten home, Pugsley and Wednesday were immediately sent to bed. They both tried to argue, but eventually gave in, exhaustion overruling their desire to stay up. Gomez and Morticia took Hadrian to his room, locked the door, and quickly put up a silencing charm to keep his siblings from trying to listen in.

"What's this about, Father?" Hadrian was extremely worried. His parents had never looked this… well, he didn't know how they looked. It was like a mix of fear, worry, and apprehension. Not something he had ever witnessed before. "Mother?"

Morticia sat down on the bed next to him, taking his hand gently. Gomez paced back and forth a few times before pulling a chair up and sitting down. "Hadrian." He looked up at his mother. "First off, your father and I want you to know that we both love you very much. You are our son, first and foremost."

Gomez nodded. "That's right." He swallowed hard, thinking of how to proceed. "And you're the best boy we could have asked for. We are extremely proud of you."

"But, Father…"

"Please wait, son. Let us finish." Gomez pulled a cigar out, taking a puff before continuing. "Hadrian, you weren't born an Addams."

"I'm adopted?" Hadrian stared in shock between his parents.

Morticia nodded, still holding tight to his hand. "Yes. You know how we have our yearly séance on your birthday?" Hadrian nodded and she went on. "That night in 1981, we made contact with a woman named Lily Potter. She told us she and her husband had just been murdered and she asked us to save her son."

Hadrian swallowed hard. "Me."

Gomez nodded. "Yes. We went to find you, and collected you from the house. You were born Harry James Potter. Your birth parents, James and Lily, were murdered by Voldemort. It was his followers who were out there tonight." He sat back in his chair, taking another drag off his cigar. "Voldemort also tried to kill you."

"Me? But if I was just a baby, why was he trying to kill me?" Hadrian felt tears pricking the back of his eyes. This was too much.

"We don't know, son. But you survived, and the spell rebounded onto Voldemort. Your curse scar is the result."

"When your father and I brought you home, Grandmama performed a blood adoption ritual, which is why you have our features and look like us." Morticia ran a hand over his hair, and Hadrian let out a short sob. "Oh, Hadrian." She pulled him into a tight hug as he cried from the shock.

Gomez watched his wife and son at a loss for words. After a few minutes, he stood and joined them on the bed, wrapping his arms tightly around them both. "Son, this changes nothing." He turned Hadrian's face to look at him. "You are still Hadrian Berilo Addams, the first-born son of Gomez and Morticia Addams. Nothing is going to change that. You. Are. Our. Son." Gomez felt himself starting to choke up. "And we love you. More than you could ever know. You made us into a family."

Morticia smiled sadly at her husband. "Your father and I were still fairly newlywed at the time. Only been married a couple years. But when Lily asked us to save you, we did it without hesitation. The moment I picked you up out of that crib, I knew you were supposed to be ours. I felt an instant connection to you, Hadrian." Hadrian sniffled against her chest, hugging her tight. "You have been our son since you were a year old, and you always will be."

The family sat on Hadrian's bed crying together and hugging each other for what seemed like hours. At least till Hadrian cried himself to sleep. Morticia and Gomez looked at each other sadly before climbing off the bed. Gomez waved his wand, transfiguring the boy's clothes to pajamas, before they tucked him into bed. "Sleep well, my son." Morticia kissed his forehead as Gomez waved the lights out and dropped the silencing charm. They wanted to be able to hear their son if he cried out in the night.

As they expected, a couple hours later, there was a quiet knock on their bedroom door. "Come in." Hadrian slowly opened the door as his parents sat up in bed, Gomez waving for the lights to come on.

"Mother? Father?" Hadrian's voice was hesitant, but he needed to be close to them.

Gomez smiled knowingly. "Come on, son." Hadrian made his way closer to their bed and his father motioned for him to join them, quickly casting another silencing charm. The teen climbed in, sitting up between his parents. "You used to do this nearly every night when we first brought you home, you know."

"Don't tell Pugsley and Wednesday. They'd never let me live it down."

Gomez chuckled and Morticia wiped some hair away from her boy's forehead. "Nightmares, darling?" Hadrian nodded. "Tell us."

He sighed, pulling his knees up to his chest. "I've had it before, but it never made sense. There was this redheaded woman, then a man. He shot some green light at me, and my forehead burned." Hadrian swallowed hard, rubbing at his scar with the palm of his hand. "Was the woman my mother?"

Morticia nodded. "Yes, son. That was Lily. And the man was Voldemort." She ran her thumb over the lightning scar on his forehead. "And that green light, that was the Killing Curse."

"Why didn't I die? If he could kill people so easily…"

"We don't know, son." Gomez sighed. "I've spent years researching the man. But money and the Addams name can only get you so far. Some people just won't talk about him. They're still scared."

"But what about my scar? Why did it hurt when that skull showed up?"

"I can only guess, son. But I believe that when the spell rebounded onto Voldemort, his soul left his body, and part of it may have latched itself onto you somehow. So when you saw his mark, whatever part of him remains must have recognized it."

"Part of him is in me? But Voldemort's gone, isn't he?"

Gomez sighed again. "He is. Those people tonight were called Death Eaters. The British Ministry of Magic rounded them all up years ago, but this appears to be the remains of them who may not have been caught. If they're feeling brave enough to have a demonstration like that at the World Cup…"

Even though his father trailed off, Hadrian understood what he was trying to say. "He could come back."

Gomez nodded. "Yes."

Hadrian swallowed hard. "Can I stay in here tonight?"

Gomez and Morticia smiled. "Of course, son."

They'd settled down in bed and turned the lights back out when Hadrian spoke again. "Do Pugsley and Wednesday know I'm adopted?"

"No, son. And you don't have to tell them if you don't want to." There was no response for several minutes.

"Thank you." There was a long pause. "For saving me, I mean. I wish I could have known my birth parents, but you two are the best parents I could have asked for."

Morticia couldn't see her son in the dark room, but she felt herself tearing up at his words. "We love you, Hadrian."

"I love you too, Mother. Love you, Father."

"Love you, son."