Disclaimer is in chapter 1.

"Alexander, my boy!" Gomez Addams boomed cheerfully as Xander and Wednesday stepped off the train, "And my darling Wednesday, we have missed you at home."

"Father." Wednesday nodded, smiling at the exuberant man who was attracting attention all across platform nine and three quarters, "Mother isn't here?"

"She and Thing are seeing to our temporary home."

"The castle again, Sir?" Xander asked.

Gomez glared at him for a long moment.

"Sorry, Gomez." Xander corrected himself with a slight flush.

The wide smile was back in an instant as Gomez swept them both up and bustled them along, "Not this time, my boy. We tried, but some movie company had the place leased. It didn't seem right to push them out for a family vacation."

"Oh?" Xander said, curious but mostly polite.

"Quite. No, we've chosen a place a little closer this time." Gomez stated, grinning widely. "It took some doing, lad, but we've acquired a lovely little chateau right here in London."

"In London?" Xander frowned, thinking, "I didn't think there were any castles in London."

"Your education is frightfully lacking, my boy. The Tower, of course." Gomez winked.

"Tower?" Xander kept racking his brain. The only tower he knew of in London was, "The Tower of London?"

"Precisely!"

Xander frowned again, still thinking very hard. "I'm pretty sure they don't rent that out."

"Course they don't," Gomez replied, "Dreadfully difficult to get a place there too, but with the right application of money, magic, and, well, Charm... anything is possible, as you'll learn. Come now, here's Lurch with the car."

They were going to be arrested.

That was the only thing that Xander could think as the car pulled up in front of the London monument, and Gomez quickly jumped out and dragged Wednesday and himself along.

"Come along now," The man grinned, leading them toward the old castle set on the river. "Lurch will see to the bags."

It was an incongruous sight, Xander decided as he followed out of morbid curiosity. He was waging with himself on how close they would get before being challenged, but was surprised when Gomez led him both to a slit in the walls that had no guards.

He looked around, curious, "Shouldn't there be guards here? There are everywhere else?"

"Wizard entrance, my boy." Gomez chuckled, "Haven't bothered with guards here in almost twelve years."

"Oh." Xander said, clutching Fenrir to his chest as they moved through the walls. "Then why...?"

"Crown jewels, of course. They were worried Voldy Thingamajig would steal them, took the guards off the day after the celebrations ended." Gomez said with a shrug, "Ministry is a touch weird, if you ask me."

There was a mind numbing statement. Gomez Addams considered someone a touch weird.

"Ah, here we are." Gomez said, stepping out into a hallway that was as dark and dank as the Hogwarts dungeons. "The Royal Wizard's Suite."

"Royal?"

"Of course." Wednesday spoke up for the first time, "The British monarchy has always had a Wizard to attend them, since Merlin."

"They don't use these rooms, now, of course." Gomez grinned, "And the Wizarding world doesn't have much care for them, which is why we were able to procure their use for the holidays."

"But... isn't this sort of, historical?"

"Alexander," Wednesday said flatly, "How many wizards do you know who care about the 'muggle' side of the world, even the royalty?"

She had a point, Xander supposed, but it still felt... disrespectful to be walking around here like they owned the place, let alone living here for a couple weeks.

"Precisely." Gomez said, "To most wizards this is a dirty little secret you don't talk about in polite company."

"They seem to respect Merlin." Xander said, frowning.

"It's always easy to respect a giant, my boy," Gomez said, oddly solemn in that moment, "no matter what his quirks. Especially if he's safely dead and not around to embarrass you anymore."

Xander shook his head.

"So on the real world side of this," he said, "The Tower is a historical landmark, protected and guarded... and on the magic side... what? You can rent a room?"

"Not quite so crass," a new voice entered the conversation, and they looked up to see Mortisha approaching, "however that mostly covers things."

"Tish," Gomez smiled widely. "I've missed you."

"You were only gone a few hours."

"A few hours of eternity, my love."

Mortisha smiled, a hint of amusement in her look but mostly just adoration, "Mon amour."

Gomez growled, shaking his head from side to side before looking up at the ceiling and letting out a howl. "Tish! That's French!"

The man rushed across, plucking up his wife's arm, and began to kiss passionately along in as she patiently let him indulge for a moment. Then with a wave of her hand she gently pushed him away, "Gomez, later. The children."

"What?" Gomez looked up, lost and confused. His expression cleared up and he smiled regretfully, "Of course, my love."

"Wednesday," Mortisha nodded to her daughter.

"Mother."

"How was school?"

"Fine." Wednesday replied, "Alexander invented a potion and was paid a small fortune for it."

"Really?" Mortisha looked over at Xander, "What kind of potion?"

Xander turned beat red, alternating between glaring at Wednesday and swallowing hard. Wednesday, of course, didn't blink in response. "I... uh, well it was really an accident, so it's not a big deal..."

"He won't tell anyone," Wednesday said, "I believe he's embarrassed."

"Embarrassed? Nonsense!" Gomez declared, "You got paid, right lad? That's the American way, how could you be embarrassed?"

Xander shook his head, clutching Fenrir so tightly the pup yelped.

Mortisha cocked her head slightly, eyes focusing on the dog. "Is that Fenrir?"

"Uh, yes ma'am."

"How curious."

Xander blinked, "What?"

"He hasn't changed in a year." Mortisha said, sounding puzzled.

"By Jove, you're right." Gomez said with a crooked grin as he drew out a cigar. "What sort of dog is that anyway?"

"He is a Dire Wolf." Wednesday supplied.

"Wolf!?" Xander yelped, holding the puppy out from him and staring at it. Fenrir barked once and panted back at him. "Why didn't you tell me!?"

"I believed that you knew." Wednesday said dryly, "You did choose him, after all."

Gomez snapped his fingers, "Dire wolf, of course! That explains it!"

"It does?" Mortisha asked, sounding confused.

"Doesn't it?" Gomez asked.

"Explains what!?" Xander asked, hopelessly lost.

"I don't know, my boy," Gomez admitted with a grin. "What does it explain, Tish?"

"Really, Gomez, doesn't it seem odd that the puppy hasn't changed in a year?"

"Now that you mention it, that is passing strange." Gomez frowned, "I don't know much about puppies though, creepy little things."

Fenrir barked once, then growled at Gomez.

"Gomez!" Mortisha chastised him, "Be polite. Fenrir is Alexander's guest."

"Of course, you're right, Cadida. I sometimes lose all manners," Gomez sighed, then looked evenly at the puppy. "I apologize."

The dog seemed to consider than, then yipped once and turned away.

Mortisha examined the dog intently for a moment, "Even a Dire Wolf ages far faster than a human, he should be near full growth by now. How curious."

"Is something wrong with my Dog?" Xander asked, voice worried.

"I don't know." Mortisha admitted, considering it. "I am hardly an expert, but he seems fit and hale. Gomez, what do you think?"

The Addams patriarch considered for a moment, then held up a finger. "Cousin Itt."

"Of course, darling, you're a genius."

"Cousin Who?"

"No, Itt. Who is the family Doctor." Gomez said, shaking his head. "Unreliable fellow. Never around when you want him, can't get rid of him when you don't."

"Gomez."

"I'm sorry, Tish, but that fellow is a little strange if you ask me." Gomez replied, shaking his head.

Mortisha sighed, shaking her head slightly, "I'll put in a call to Cousin Itt. He's a fully certified Master in Care of Magical Creatures."

"Family over achiever, that one," Gomez confirmed. "He'll know what's up."

Xander nodded hesitantly.

"Where are Uncle Fester and Pugsley?" Wednesday asked, now that the issue of the dog had been settled for the moment.

"Sulking." Mortisha said with the slightest hint of exasperation.

"Poor boys," Gomez said with a shrug and a wave of his cigar, "but what can you do? The rental agreement was quite clear, no explosives in the tower."

Xander settled into his room that night, thinking about what had been said about Fenrir. The call had been put into Cousin Itt, or that, or whatever his name was and they said that it would all work out, but he was a little worried about the pup.

"Are you ok, boy?" Xander asked, looking at the dog as he sat on his bed.

Fenrir yipped once, sounding happy to Xander.

"So why aren't you growing?" Xander asked rhetorically.

Fenrir barked again, several times, leaving Xander in no greater clarity than before. Xander sighed, throwing himself back on the bed and stared up at the ceiling. He hoped his dog was ok.

There was a draft then, and a chill, and Fenrir began to growl softly from the floor.

Xander sat up fast, eyes wide as he looked around and snagged his wand from the end table. "What is it, boy?"

Fenrir continued to growl, and Xander got his feet, wand leading the way as he looked at the wall the dog was focused on. Xander didn't see anything, and leaned in slowly.

"I don't see any- AHHH!" Xander yelped, falling back on his ass as a ghostly shape came through the wall, holding its head in her arms. He scrambled backward for a moment, holding his chest, then glared at the form. "You scared the crap out of me, Lady! What the hell!?"