Rain trickled down the sidewalk taking with it all the dirt and debris that had collected in the street. The sky full of clouds bubbling and darkening filled the sky; wind howling through the trees and the brush, tugging them this way and that. A squeaking could be heard as the neighborhood park swings moved back and forth with the wind.
Glowing eyes stare out from the brush watching and waiting, biding its time to strike. A small gray field mouse looks around for any sign of predators unaware of its waiting doom. A black cat sat in wait, small white streaks around its paws the only blemish from its otherwise pitch black coat. The larger than normal cat with dark green intelligent eyes prepared to pounce on its prey. Out of smoke wispying in the air the smell of brimstone filling the air two figures appeared gliding from the shadows of the old oak tree. Startled its prey a small gray mouse ran from the cat just as it leapt for its lunch.
"Come Pandora you can eat later", spoke the woman with a voice as smooth as silk. The couple leaned close, striding across the sidewalk with a sense of grace and poise. Thin alabaster fingers wrap snugly around the arm of the man. Following behind the couple the cat named Pandora followed her mistress with a dark look now angry at the lost meal.
"How long has it been since you were last here my viper", spoke the man as he drew the woman close, stopping themselves just short of their destination, a house that mirrored those to the right and left along with all of the houses up and down the street. Its only features that showed its differences to those that surrounded it could be noted by the small number 4 that sat by its door and the rose bushes, grown wild along the front of the house
Tightening her eyes the woman glared at the house in front of her. Its uniform appearance seemed to mock her. Hate rolled off of her in droves, dress whipping around her legs showing just the tips of her stockings underneath. Her immaculate obsidian hair done up in a braid down her back fluttered at the end where a glint of metal could be seen. Knife hidden within just peeking out from the braid. Emerald eyes shone in the night. Increasing her grip on his arm, finely done pointed nails just drawing blood.
She replied, "Too long mi Querido. In fact I believe there is a laugh to be had. I believe it is time that I showed the worthless waste of space why I am an Addams. Sic Gorgiamus Allos Subjectatos Nunc my love. We may feast but not at the expense of the innocent. It's time to show why those who would harm a child are monsters that do not deserve to live and should very much fear death."
"Ah, but of course my dear", spoke the man in short, measured words. Malice thinly veiled with regards for the monsters who had mistreated the person at his side, not just a gorgeous creature, but his other half. "It has been a long time since I have shown abusers the error of their ways. My mother is blessed by Nemesis, so it is only right that I help to balance the scales occasionally"
The woman relaxed her grip on the man's arm as she then proceeded slowly towards the house appearing more like a large predator stalking its prey than a woman gliding up the sidewalk. The shadows seemed to darken and move as she got closer to the house. It was now after all of these years that she had come back to those who had called her monster, and freak, those who tormented her for her appearance and her birth. She would have her vengeance.
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The next morning the neighbors of Private Drive would wake up and go about their business unaware that the people at number 4 would not be up to join them. It would be three days before anybody noticed their absence and the lack of movement from the normally loud house with the large heavyset man and the horse-like woman. When the investigation began the Dursley family was found in a catatonic state in the living room sprawled on the floor. Everything seemed to be in order otherwise; not a spot out of place. It was only once they had put the three on stretchers that they saw the words painted in red where they had been laying before children are gifts. It would be a month before any of the family would wake. None would ever be the same. The husband would grow to fear the darkness and would shake violently whenever the lights went out. The woman would forever fear harming a child and would not move quickly away from any who would come near. Their son appeared the most normal, well as normal as could be while being mentally regressed in age to that of a small child much different than the teenage boy he appeared to be. None of the three would be able to talk about that night. It was clear to the doctors that at least the woman knew what had happened, but whenever pressed to find out she would start to shake and convulse. Writing it off as a lost cause the family was taken to a metal ward where they would stay until they could live on their own. One thing was clear though none would ever go back to Private Drive.
From the shadows laughter could be heard as finally she found something that sparked the normally out of place sound for the daughter of a Marauder
AUTHOR'S NOTE: JUST SOME SPELLING AND GRAMMAR EDITS