Dear Lord Gomez Hemlock Addams, Mrs. Rosemary Amethyst Addams, Mr. Fester Henbane Addams, Petunia Dursley, née Addams and all those to whom it may concern;
As usual, this letter is tied to blood but feel free to share it with your spouse and the family when it arrives. If the situation arises you have our permission to bring the copies to court to provide testimony to mine and James' lives and wishes. Do be advised that certain facts and trivia in this letter are personal and should not be read aloud or openly shared. Hire a Gobin to see fit what should or shouldn't be read. Yes, Gomez, that means you too.
It's midnight here in England. Tomorrow is All Hallows Eve. I am writing to you all tonight because I want you to know I'm going to die soon. It's inevitable. When the time comes I need the family to move both mine and James' bodies to the family cemetery. I write this letter to formally ask that you; Lord Gomez Hemlock Addams, Lady Morticia Lilith Addams, Mrs. Rosemary Amethyst Addams, Mr. Fester Henbane Addams, Petunia Dursley, née Addams, and Mr. Vernon Dursley help me raise and care for my son and heir, your nephew, and in Gomez, Morticia, and Rosemary's cases Godson, Hadrian Frey Peverell. Grandma Frump, Vernon Dursley and the rest of the family are of course welcome in his life.
I want you all to know I am happy with how things turned out. I have lived a life full of pain, torment, pleasure, and ecstasy as every Addams desires. I have even experienced contentment in brief bouts. We each choose our paths in life. Gomez, you married a vampire and have continued the Addams legacy with her. Rosemary, you are world-renowned for your job and professionalism. Fester, your books on potions and explosives are still best sellers. Petunia, you settled down and married a nice wizard who shared your dream of living a muggle human life. I married my soulmate, a deftly handsome man and gave birth to an equally devilish baby boy. I love you all as I always have and I will continue to write you to my dying day.
Petunia and Vernon, I have just found out, from reliable sources, that my son and heir will be left to you by Albus Dumbledore. I ask that you do not raise him yourselves. I do not say this out of malice or to be hurtful. I am merely following through with my promise that I will help you two live normal muggle, human lives free from direct interference from the Gods or outside magic. Raising my son will not allow you to live your idealistic lives. Petunia, when my son's custody is switched over to you and Vernon please take that vacation you and your family have been planning for months now. An additional child accompanying you and your husband will not be noticed I assure you. Rather than take Hadrian directly to Rose or Gomez and Morticia, I need you to take him to a safe haven for children of the Olympian Gods.
There are two camps in America that will work for our purposes. Unfortunately, both are invisible to mortals. One is in California and the other is in New York. As your vacation was planned months ahead of time I assume you already have a set schedule and a spending limit. I have attached enough muggle money for each of you and my son with this thought in mind. Everyone's letter is spelled to contain copies of several maps and brochures of nearby locations. In addition, I have included informational packets on what sort of monsters exist here on Midgard and how to protect yourselves from them. These camps will teach Hadrian to defend himself and others from said monsters as well as help him train in his Godly abilities.
Vernon and Petunia, I have arranged for someone to meet you in both locations. You simply need to call them. Their numbers are attached. Everyone else is free to write the numbers down in case of an emergency. In fact, I advise that you make copies of the numbers and the addresses listed and store them in your vaults and homes. In addition, I have taken the liberty of warding everyone's homes, properties, and land. I have also warded our family's bloodline to be repugnant and deadly poisonous to monsters and anyone who wishes the Peverell, Addams, and Drake family's harm. Consider this my parting gift to you and my mortal life as Lady Lillian J. Peverell nee Addams.
Gomez, Morticia, and Rosemary; James and I have chosen you three to raise our son and heir after our deaths. Therefore you need to find a way to pick him up within the first month. Hadrian will need to return to one of the camps at least each summer to train in his abilities. I want I need you to raise Hadrian not to be fearless but to know fear and to not back down. To know suffering and to feel empathy but to still persevere where others have failed. Above all, I need my son to be raised with love and magic. Hadrian needs to know both love and magic. To cherish them as much as the Glorious Death. I need you to raise him as an Addams, as a Peverell, and as a Drake.
The British wizards believe him to be a prophecy child by the name Harry James Potter with only the title Black to fall back on. Both James and I, however, know the prophecy to be false and to be the reason for our immediate deaths. By now you have re-read the past lines several times in confusion and alarm. Knowing you as I do I feel an explanation is in order.
As you are aware I am trapped in a war and I was looking forward to fighting for the cause with relish, as any Addams does. That was before I realized what both sides are fighting for. As we all know Albus Dumbledore is a man of glory and greed. We have since learned that he collects people. As I have said before, he poisons us with potions while we are at school and he leads us to whatever fate he has planned. As a Goddess and as an Addams I am completely immune to these potions as they work similarly to poisons. You know well that James has similar immunities and as soulmates, our immune system is combined providing apt coverage. Still, we acted as though we played along to his games and it has led us to our early mortal graves.
I want you to be careful, all of you. Wear your glamoured rings and other protective jewelry. If you must trust blindly, trust only the family. I must remind you as far as both sides are aware, I am a human muggleborn. This is a war and while wizards are notoriously weak and naive I ask that you do not underestimate them. I refuse for my son to be a pawn in Dumbledore's game. Please do not let me down.
There is more that you should know, things I've been keeping close to my heart. I ask that you do not hate me for keeping secrets from you all. I have wanted to write to the family since we found out. I have been scarcely able to send you true letters as closely watched as we are. I fear the same wards will be placed around your homes. Find excuses to leave regularly but do be discreet about what you are doing. It is the only way to ensure you are truly safe. The more you are away from your house, the less the wards will work. British wizarding magic is notoriously weak but it is capable. Do not fret, the manors, forests, and seas remain safe from wizards, we have checked.
I'm sorry my dearest sisters beloved brothers and siblings in all but blood but as I have said I have kept things from you and the family due to the accursed wards and people trapping us in an untimely grave. Hadrian isn't just a wizard or sorcerer. He's not even a mere godling like we had expected. We had him tested by the Goblins themselves after both our magic confirmed what we had suspected. We are unsure how exactly, but he has become the fated master of Lady Death and will never be able to properly join us as a part of the Glorious Dead. It will be apparent from the very beginning that he's different. That just makes him more of an Addams in my eyes. It is, after all, a family trait, to do the unexpected and to become the unexplainable.
Gomez, Morticia, Rosemary, I know this is a lot to ask, but you can do what I can't. Raise my son to the best of your abilities and teach him our ways. Loki and I will do our best to find loopholes in the Olympian and Norse laws that will try to keep us from our son. Until then know we smile upon you all from among the Gods and eventually from among the Glorious Dead.
Right now I sit 'hiding' in a dark cottage banned from the safety of our warred manors. I watch as enemies close in on us from all sides. They seem to think we can not see them hidden among their disillusionment spells but we can. The masses eagerly await our deaths and I shudder to think I once fought alongside many of them. I see the Weasley matriarch knitting out there right now in fact. Please do your best to keep my Hadrian away from that family. They are so… disgustingly cheerful. It's beyond even our comprehension of unnatural.
For everyone's safety, no one else can know that Hadrian is not Harry nor that he is not a half-blooded mortal wizard. As far as everyone in Britain is concerned my son is a subservient, naive, golden child. I detest the thought but that is the image he must present if ever found. If anything goes wrong you must take to one of our family manors and hunker down. British wizards may be capable but they are not Gods, they are not Sorcerers, and they are not near as strong in magic as those of better schooling. They are foolish and naive about the world still. The British humans will soon surpass them if something isn't done swiftly about it. Pardon my rant.
I know you are now plotting ways to keep me alive, of family manors to hide us away in. I have read the cards and I have divined with the stars themselves. My son will be raised in the world without me. I want him to be raised by you. I want him to be raised by an Addams and as an Addams. As you know the British wizards know nothing of true magic. Teach my son all he needs to know, teach him to be an Addams, a Peverell and, a Drake.
With love, your little sister, your cousin and if you're reading this Hadrian dear, your mother,
Lady Lillian J. Peverell nee Addams aka Princess Hecate Trivia Silvertongue
