Before starting this I would like to thank everyone for giving this fanfic a chance: Some might be here because I mentioned this fanfic in another, so if you're here because of that I would like to thank you for hanging in there despite me seemingly abandoning you guys. Before starting I would like to warn everyone that I'm currently in my second year at uni and very busy so I don't know when I will be able to post something.

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Prologue

Lily Evans, soon to be Potter wasn't quite the person everyone thought her to be. Not quite so Gryffindor, nor quite such a light witch as everyone believed and most importantly not quite as muggle-born as everyone thought. Especially her soon to be husband James should have been told by now about her real status in life. To be perfectly honest, she enjoyed keeping her secret, surprising people with her knowledge that came easy to her as she was actually a half-blood. For years no one except from her father Darius Evans, former Darius Addams and of course her extended family, the Addams Clan had known that she wasn't a simple muggle-born. Not that she looked down upon them or anything, the Addams family was very inclusive, her father had married a muggle after all.

Now James knew as well. James still sat shell-shocked after her revelation in his seat. She could have handled it better to be perfectly honest. But she didn't believe in glossing over facts to make them more digestible. She had simply told James to sit down as she had to tell him something. After he had sat down, at least she had thought of that, (patting her own shoulder in an afterthought) it wouldn't have done for him to stumble and hurt himself in shock. Then she had told him simply "I am a half blood, not a muggle-born. My father is of the Addams Clan, which is why technically when we marry, I won't become a Potter, but you will become an Addams."

At first, she hadn't planned on ever telling him, because she knew what everyone including James would think: 'The Addamses', after all where famous for their use of severly illegal dark magic. Blood magic non the less, the darkest of magic's one could think of. Further the ministry had long ago claimed that the Addams family had gone extinct, gladly they told everyone, that the threat of the darkest of dark was gone for ever.

Lily huffed:" James stop thinking bad things about my relatives. Not all stories are true. And while we aren't very close, I wish for them to come to the wedding. They are family after all." "What?! You want all of them to come to our wedding? Are you crazy, it will be a bloody nightmare." James face whitened even more; he could have almost fit in with the Addams clan by now. "James, calm down," Lily replied, "I only wanted to invite Gomez, he's my cousin thrice removed and his lovely wife Mortisha. While they are also a little peculiar they are very nice." James gaining a little colouring back nodded weakly. Taking this as agreement and maybe even slight acceptance Lily hesitantly continued. "You know, I would also like to appoint Mortisha as Godmother for the baby" "But I thought…, we … Alice" James seemed to be still recovering and the next statement hadn't bettered his condition. "Lily smiled at him:" You were the one who choose Alice and while I agreed at that point, you also choose Sirius whom you know, I don't agree with despite him being your friend. Therefore, I claim the right to choose as Godmother whomever I want, whether you like the choice or not after all Sirius isn't Godfather material either." "But if something were to happen to us, and she were to take the baby and raise it instead of us, would you really like our child to grow up… How did you call it earlier? Ah yes, peculiar. Would you like our child to be peculiar? Growing up with someone like Alice, our child would be normal." James replied. "Would you really prefer our child to be normal than peculiar? How boring. But that isn't my point anyway. Think about it. How big is the chance that You-know-who will win?" Lily twisted her mouth in disgust, she hated using that name for that thing that called himself a Dark Lord, but the wards weren't yet good enough to use his real name and she didn't really want to get visited by him at this point of time. " Let's face it at this point the chance is pretty high. And who do you think will not survive this apart from us, obviously the Longbottoms as well as Sirius to name only a few. We will have to take precautions. Mortisha would make sure our baby survives. Addamses are very hard to kill. They are powerful, they have political sway all over the world and while they are a dark family, they have been neutral politically for centuries. They could protect our baby from every kind of situation and they would not only make sure that he can protect himself but he would be happy because one thing will always be true for them. Family is everything." Finishing her speech Lily had to take big gulps of breath as she had barely been breathing during her passionate speech.

While Lily was catching her breath James thought about what Lily had said. He had learned by now that Lily had seldom been wrong and it would be good on him to listen to her. But him a light wizard, a Potter who was traditionally very light trusting someone from the darkest family there was to take care of his child in case something happened… He didn't want to accept it. Then he remembered what Lily had said towards the end that even they followed the first pureblood rule that he had been taught even before he could understand what the words meant: Family is everything. Through Lily the baby was related to the Addams family, they would treat their child as such. Slowly James nodded his head. "Alright," he nodded " I don't like it, but your argument makes sense. You are usually right after all and I will follow your lead on this. Further, this is only a worst-case scenario, maybe we won't need the precautions and we appoint Alice Godmother for the next child."

Back then, at the wedding, Mortisha had readily agreed to be the Godmother of her husband's estranged cousin, despite her not being a fan of the concept of God. But Family came first they looked after each other despite cousin Lilyth being a little too normal for her taste. But now that she was doing the ceremony for becoming Godmother, she just knew that Harry Potter was an Addams. She could feel it deep in her bones and not just any Addams, she knew that the son of her husband's cousin would become her eldest son very soon. Gomez also knew that this boy was special. He could feel that he had the potential to become the next Leader of the next Addams generation. If he really wanted it in the future, he would have to fight for it of course, things weren't that easy in the Addams Clan after all. But there was definitely potential, great potential. "Cara mia!" He whispered to his wife: "Can you feel this? He is already one of us. He is calling us and the family magic is answering. I can't wait for the day when he will completely belong to us." "Gomez!" chided Mortisha, "his parents are here with us, I doubt they want their son to have more than a small part in our family a have to calm yourself and pretend to not know, after all meddling with Lilyth or Lady Death would be foolish. We simply have to wait for Lady Destiny to spin her tale. But fear not we simply will have to wait mon amour." "Tish, that's French…"