October 31, 1981

"It's a miserable night," Gomez whispered in his wife's ear as they gazed out into the thunderstorm.

"I know, darling. Séance weather. And on Halloween too." Morticia reached a hand up to cup her husband's cheek.

"Fester, old man! We're starting. Put down that antenna!" Gomez chuckled as his brother was struck by lightning before tossing the antenna to the side.

"Just needed a little jolt, brother!" He climbed up the steps to the porch as they all headed inside, where Mama was settled at the table for their Halloween séance.

They all sat down and joined hands. "Sing, oh spirits, hearken all souls. From generation to generation, our beacon to the beyond. Every year on this date, we offer a clarion call to the recently departed." Morticia nodded at Mama.

"Let us ransom you from the power of the grave. Tonight, oh death, let us be your plague!" Mama turned her focus to her crystal ball, which had a flash of green light. "Ah! Who is attempting to break through?"

"Come on, come on…" Gomez leaned forward a little in anticipation.

"HELP US…" A strangely ethereal voice echoed around them.

Morticia leaned forward. "Who are you? What's your name?"

"Lily. Lily Potter." The Addamses heard her give a short sob before continuing. "Voldemort killed my husband, James, and I. Wormtail betrayed us. But our son…"

"Voldemort?"

"Yes, please. You must save my son, Harry. In Godric's Hollow."

"Where is Godric's Hollow? I've never heard of it." Gomez stroked his moustache, thinking.

"It's in England. Please, save my son!" They sat in silence for a moment when the connection severed.

"Well let's go get the lad, shall we? Lurch!" Gomez turned as Lurch stepped up behind him. "Get the car ready, Lurch."

"Wait, Gomez. They were in England."

"Right! We'll use the floo. Never mind, Lurch." He held an arm out to his wife, who stepped up to his side.

"Gomez, dear. What will we do with the boy once we find him?"

"Adopt him of course! He shall be an Addams!"

Morticia and Gomez stepped out of the fireplace into the remains of the Potters' home. "Gomez. Are you sure this is the right place?"

"Must be, my dear." Gomez stepped away from the fireplace and saw a young man's body lying at the bottom of the stairs, glasses askew. "I'm guessing this must have been James." He knelt down and gently closed the man's eyes.

"But where is the boy?" They both turned to look up the stairs as they heard a quiet whimper. "Gomez…"

He nodded and took his wife's hand as they ascended the stairs. Gomez led her towards the sound of the boy's crying. "In here." They slowly entered the room and Morticia automatically went to pick up the crying toddler. "Oh, Harry." She lifted the boy out of his crib, holding him up against her shoulder. "It will be ok, my son. You're coming home with us."

Gomez knelt down again by the red haired woman. "We'll take care of your son, Lily." He reached out and closed her eyes just as he had for James. As he stood again, he could hear a motorcycle in the distance. "We better go, querida."

"Of course." They made their way back downstairs and stepped into the fireplace just as the motorcycle landed outside. Gomez tossed a handful of Floo Powder down and cried "Addams Mansion!"

As Sirius Black walked through the front door of the Potter home, the last of the green flames died away.

Gomez and Morticia graciously stepped out of the fireplace in their living room, the toddler clinging to Morticia's hair. "Shh… little one. You're home now."

Gomez reached for the noose by the fireplace and pulled it. "You rang?" Lurch stepped up behind him.

"Yes, old man. The Addams cradle. Put it in our room, would you?" Lurch grunted and turned to go get it from the attic. "Tish, we'll need to do a blood adoption. Tonight, perhaps."

"It's Halloween, darling. The perfect day. We should make it his birthday."

"Cara mia, that's brilliant!" Gomez saw that the boy was still clutching to his wife. "Let's get a look at him, shall we?"

"It's okay, Harry. Gomez is your father now." She gently turned him around so he could see his new home. "He already has our hair, at least."

"Exactly! And those green eyes. We should change his name, just in case that Voldemort fellow comes looking for him." Gomez brushed some hair away from his forehead. "Ah ha! What have we here?"

Mama took that moment to walk in, grinning. "That's a curse scar, son. A beauty."

Gomez smiled down at his new son. "Well, we can't get rid of that. Could come in handy one day." He turned to look at his mother. "We'll need to do a blood adoption, Mama. Tonight."

"It's already brewing, Gomez." She gave an evil grin. "I just need a bit of each of your blood. But what about the name?"

Morticia gazed down at him, contemplatively. "Hadrian, I think. Close enough to Harry not to confuse him."

"Tish, that's brilliant! But those eyes…"

"Berilo. His middle name should be Berilo." Gomez turned to his mother questioningly. "It's Spanish and means green gemstone."

Morticia let the boy wrap his fingers around hers. "It's perfect. Hadrian Berilo Addams. Our son."

Harry, or Hadrian now, gazed all around him as he was carried down to the Addams's playroom. There was a large cauldron on a side table, bubbling and giving off a dark smoke. Mama handed a knife to her son. "You first, Gomez."

Gomez sliced his hand with the knife, letting his blood drip into the cauldron, which turned black. He laid the knife down and wrapped a bandage around his hand before reaching for the boy. Morticia handed him over and picked up the knife again, making a slice in her own hand. Her blood dripped down into the potion, which turned a deep red. As Morticia wrapped her own hand, Gomez brought his new son closer to the cauldron. As Mama moved towards him with the knife, Hadrian started whimpering and clutching at Gomez. "Now, son. It's not that bad. And once it's done, you'll really be ours." Gomez held his tiny hand out over the cauldron as Mama made a quick nick in his thumb. Two small drops fell into the potion which hissed for a moment before turning silver. "There we are. That wasn't too bad, was it?"

Mama filled up a goblet with the potion, handing it to Gomez first. "Drink." He took a swallow and handed it off to his wife, who also drank.

Getting a bit of the potion into the whiny toddler was a bit more difficult. "Come on son, just a bit." Hadrian's head whipped back and forth against Gomez' shoulder, avoiding the goblet. "I know, son. You're scared. But you're home now. Mother and Father are here, as well as Grandmama. You'll meet Fester later. But Father needs you to drink this. Come on son."

Morticia reached up to her boy's head and ran her fingers through his messy hair. "Drink it for Mother, dear." She took the goblet and held it up to his mouth. "That's it. Good boy." As she pulled the goblet away, Hadrian started crying and screaming. "What's happening, Gomez? Mama?"

Mama smiled. "It's working. He's changing." They watched as his messy black hair became sleek and shiny like Gomez', and his facial features sharpened to be more like his mother's. However, his lightning scar stayed just as sharp as it was previously. Gomez held him tight as he seemed to get past the pain of the blood adoption and was reduced to just a few sniffles.

"Our son, Hadrian Berilo Addams." Morticia smiled and kissed his cheek before turning to kiss her husband. "We're parents."

"And without the pain of childbirth."

"Pity."

Gomez smirked. "Trust me, querida. I'll make sure to give you more."

"I look forward to it, dear."

"Let's get this little one to bed. He's had a long day." Gomez carried Hadrian to their bedroom where Lurch had left the cradle. Morticia watched with a smile as Gomez laid him down in the old dark cradle. "Welcome home, my son." The couple gazed down at the boy as he sucked on his thumb. Gomez couldn't help but be filled with pride. Before leaving the room, Gomez knocked on Thing's box. "Keep an eye on him will you?" Thing gave them a thumbs up as they left the room, closing the door quietly behind them.

"We should let Fester know about his new nephew, Gomez." Morticia had started knitting a blanket for Hadrian as soon as they'd reached the living room. Gomez was puffing on a cigar, staring into the fireplace, seemingly miles away. "Are you alright, dear?"

"Were we too hasty, Tish? What if there were plans already in place for him?"

"Darling, Lily asked for our help. She said he was in danger. It was only natural for us to respond."

"But what if he resents us years from now?" Gomez was afraid that he'd want to actually be Harry Potter. The blood adoption was irreversible.

Morticia sighed. "If he asks, we'll tell him. I don't want to keep his story from him."

"True." Gomez jumped as the front door swung open. "Fester! Where've you been old man? You missed it!"

"You got him? Where is he?" Fester shook the rain off like a shaggy dog.

Morticia set her knitting aside. "He's upstairs. Mama performed the blood adoption about an hour ago. You have a nephew, Fester."

"What'd you name the little beast?" Fester cackled. "Something dark, I hope!"

"Hadrian. Hadrian Berilo Addams." Gomez' pride was evident. "He's in mine and Tish's room for now. At least till we can get a nursery set up for the lad."

Morticia smiled at her brother-in-law. "He has a lovely curse scar that I just know you will appreciate."

Thing chose that moment to come scrambling down the stairs and into the foyer. The hand started tugging on Gomez' pants and motioning for them to follow. "What is it, Thing? Is there something wrong with Hadrian?" Thing scrambled back up the stairs, the three Addamses following close behind. As soon as they got to the top of the stairs, they could hear the boy crying his eyes out. Gomez took off down the hall, swung open the door and ran to the cradle. "It's okay, son. Father's here." Gomez picked him up as Fester and Morticia entered the bedroom.

"Mama!" Hadrian wailed, beating his small fists against Gomez' shoulder.

"Oh dear. I hope, I'm not going to be Momma." Morticia looked taken aback, but moved to take her son from her husband. "Shh. Mother's here. You're safe."

But no matter what either of them did, Hadrian still cried. Gomez and Morticia were at their wits' end, when Mama came in and asked to hold him. "Anything, Mama. I don't know what to do."

"Maybe he misses his parents." Gomez went to speak up, but Mama shushed him. "His birth parents. He doesn't know this house. He's only been here a few hours. He doesn't really know any of us yet either." She rocked him back and forth. "Isn't that right, Hadrian?"

Hadrian started to settle back down and Mama handed him back to Morticia. "He needs his mother, dearie. I wouldn't leave him alone right now."

"I suppose that was foolish of us, Gomez. Oh, we have so much to learn about being parents." Morticia settled into the rocking chair by the window, rocking her new son.

"Fester, Mama. I'll be down in a bit." Gomez dismissed them, only having eyes for his wife and son. Once they'd left, closing the door behind them, Gomez sank to his knees by the chair. "Oh Tish. A son. Our son." He reached a hand out to hold Hadrian's hand. "We'll need to get the legal mumbo jumbo taken care of. Perhaps we should go to Gringott's in the city tomorrow and take care of the paperwork. We'll have to get him added to our accounts."

"Perhaps, dear." Morticia barely heard her husband, as she stared into the eyes of her new baby.

Gomez smiled, knowingly. She needed some bonding time. All three of them did, really. He bent and kissed the top of her head. "I'll be downstairs. Going to call Tully." Morticia merely hummed in acknowledgement.

4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey, England

Hagrid landed in front of Albus Dumbledore and Minerva McGonagall, nearly in tears. "Professors! He was gone!"

"Gone? What do you mean?" Minerva screeched. "And where did you get that motorbike?"

"Sirius Black lent it to me. But he said when he'd gotten to the house, Harry was… He was gone!"

Dumbledore sighed sadly. "Well. He's either dead, or one of Voldemort's followers has him."

"But You-Know-Who has gone, hasn't he? Why would they take Harry?"

"I hate to think what they could be doing to him if they do have him. I almost… I'm sorry to say, he's probably better off dead."

Hagrid sobbed loudly and Minerva patted his shoulder. She felt near to tears herself. "Wouldn't our roster for 1991 show us if he's still alive?"

Dumbledore looked up. "Minerva, you are a genius." However, when they reached the castle, they saw that Harry James Potter was no longer on the list.

"What should we do, Albus? Let the Ministry know?"

He paced around his desk and sank into the chair. "No. We'll just say we've sent him away. Put him into hiding. Otherwise, Voldemort's followers will think they can take over again." He sighed. "This is a dark day, Minerva. A dark day."