Nausea. Sickness. It consumed Harry until he couldn't hold it in any longer. He jumped away from the mystery woman and vomited quite violently across the dark wooden floors. It felt like he was expelling the mental sludge that had been weighing him down over the last hour. But mostly it was stomach acid.

"That's it, little Viper. Very good." That haunting melody comforted Harry as he continued to dry heave. The woman had told him she was going to do something that would seem unpleasant... She'd certainly delivered on that promise.

Finally, he was able to straighten up and take a look around. They had moved in that awful instant. Travelled somehow. He was stood in a grand entrance hall, before a wide staircase that branched off in both directions. Everything seemed to be made out of rich, dark woods and was decorated with the most interesting if not gruesome things.

The thing that most caught his attention however was something he couldn't see: He felt almost overwhelmed by a feeling he had felt before – if only by a miniscule amount. The very house itself seemed to radiate power and he knew, deep down, after everything that had happened today, he knew this place was magical. His lips pulled into the smallest smile and he looked back to the woman. He was ready. He didn't know what for, but he knew he was ready.

"Come, little one." He took the woman's hand and let her lead him into a large parlour room off the hallway. This room too seemed dreary and oddly comforting after the clinical harshness of his aunt's home. He was pulled onto the woman's lap and he turned to face her.

"Now, I'm sure you have many questions and I do hope you aren't usually this quiet." She smiled and he wanted to smile back. "My name is Morticia and I was hoping that we could become your new family – that I could be your mother. Would you like that, Harry?" Harry felt as though a huge air bubble was about to explode from his chest. This is what he had always wanted; someone to take him away and give him a family. And this woman felt so safe to him. She had come along after he had done something awful and had helped him, saved him and was now offering him a home. He felt like he would burst with happiness and slowly a wide smile twisted on his face.

"No." He replied quietly. The woman looked honestly heartbroken. He thought maybe he had blown his chance and she'd changed her mind, so he carried on quickly, hoping to change it back. He so wanted this woman to love him. "I mean yes! I want you to be my mother. I do! But I don't want to be Harry anymore. Harry is no one, he's sad and afraid and alone and I don't want to be him anymore." Morticia smiled and placed a finger to his lips to stop his desperate spiel. His eyes were full of unshed tears. He hated to cry. It was a luxury he couldn't afford.

"Oh, little Viper. In this family you will never be alone again. Although it will be up to you to decide if you want to be sad or afraid. After all, what's life without a little peril and angst?" He didn't understand her words, but he understood that she was accepting him into her family and that she would make it better. He sucked in a shuddering breath. "If you'll have us, we'll make you a part of this family – it'll be like you were born into it. The man you met before was my husband, your new father, Gomez, and we have two other children that we'll introduce you to. I'm sure you're overwhelmed but…" She appeared to pause to think about something, but decided to proceed anyway. He could probably take it. Trauma builds character after all.

Harry's eyes widened as she reached up into empty air, as a silvery thread appeared. She pulled it and a slightly malicious gleam caught her eye. He found it warming. A gong sounded throughout the house as though from a great distance and carried on the wind.

"You can change your name if you wish to, but you should know that it's just a name. You are still you and it's you, Harry Potter that I am making my son." Again he felt a little lost but also felt he knew what she was saying. She was accepting him for who he was – never mind the name. Still, Harry just carried too many hurtful emotions.

"I understand," He looked down shyly and added "mother." He felt giddy saying that word and he was sure she would feel his heart beating. "But I don't like Harry. The name." He clarified in the hope that he could be rid of it. As they spoke, the tallest, strangest looking man Harry had ever seen walked into the room and waited quietly - Morticia paid him no mind and just continued to smile at Harry.

"I'm not fond of it myself." She nodded. "What would you like your name to be?" At the lost look on his face she carried on. "Actually, it's the parents who name their children, so once Gomez comes home we'll decide on a new name for you, and you'll just have to live with it." Harry bit his lip and nodded, excited and nervous. Morticia finally acknowledged the tall man, but didn't take her eyes off Harry. "Lurch, gather the family immediately, have the elves wait outside."

"Yes, Mrs Addams." The reply came out as a groan and Harry watched the man retreat. He must be a servant then.

In the few minutes it took to gather the family, Morticia told Harry about magic, that his parents were magical and that they were killed by someone else who was magical.

Wizards and witches.

Harry's head was spinning again. Maybe he was crazy like that man in town who shouted about the end of the world at everyone who walked by. Harry just continued to blink until Morticia looked up, at which point he followed her line of sight to find the room full of strangers. He hadn't even noticed anyone come in.

There was an elderly woman who looked every bit her age and sent the word 'witch' bouncing around his mind; a bald man who looked rather dangerous to Harry; a small boy a little older than him with… a dismembered hand strumming excitedly on his shoulder... and finally the tall servant carrying a younger girl with hair as dark as her mother's and just as pale. The girl was placed on the sofa and glared at Morticia with a pout.

"I was sleeping!" She accused. Morticia ran a hand through the black locks.

"Now, now, Wednesday. I want you to meet your new brother." Wednesday's eyes narrowed as she took in the new arrival.

"I don't need a brother, I already have one!" She insisted in a manner that belied her young age.

"Oh but two brother's will be much more fun to play with." She said in a tone that made a Harry a little discomforted. She turned to him. "Harry, this is your sister, Wednesday." He smiled at her, but she continued to glare. Morticia turned to introduce the others. "That's your brother, Pugsley – he's a few years older than you. On his shoulder is Thing, he's very helpful and practically a member of the family. This is uncle Fester, your father's brother and this is your grandmamma. Lurch is our dear butler. He's an Addams too – in parts." With introductions said all the new family members rushed Harry, asking questions, wanting to pet him. It was disconcerting. What were entrails and why was the old lady… his grandmamma… asking what colour his were? Why was the little girl so concerned about his height and why was she chuntering about digging MORE graves? He didn't know what dynamite caps were, but he couldn't wait for the present his uncle said he'd give him! A present!

After what felt like forever, his new mother finally intervened.

"Ok, that's enough everyone. Fester, if you have nothing better planned, Gomez is waiting for you in England to help with a dismemberment. Lurch, put Wednesday and Pugsley back to bed and the send the elves in. Mamma, I need your expertise in blood adoption. Goodnight, my darling children." The women clearly knew how to run her household, and everyone moved to obey, although Pugsley moaned about being wide awake and Wednesday was already half asleep.

Harry himself was starting to feel very tired, even though it couldn't be evening yet. Wait, did she say Gomez was waiting in England?

"Where are we?" He asked suddenly, interrupting a conversation between his mother and grandmamma.

"America, darling. We do have distant cousins in England, but we don't want to introduce you until after the adoption. Ah, here are the elves." Harry turned to look at the most peculiar things he had seen yet in this house. Creatures the size of small children, only badly aged, with large hands and feet, bright eyes the size of tennis balls and large floppy ears. They were all wearing matching tunics of black with a silver coat of arms on their breast. Harry decided it was definitely bed time.

"These are our house elves. House elves work for witches and wizards such as ourselves and will help with anything they're told to. Tilly here" green eyes stepped forward "will be your personal elf, so if you ever need anything just call her and she'll come." Harry honestly didn't know what to say.

"I'm tired." He blurted out. Thankfully, his new mother just smiled and stood with him. Leading him up the stairs and along corridors that he couldn't remember - he was asleep before they reached a bed.

Harry woke in a stiff bed, covered with expensive, thick blankets and in a room bigger than any at his uncle's – his former uncle's – house. It was in the same dreary style as the rest of the house and if he could, he would've appreciated it. However his attention was taken by the fact that HIS FORMER UNCLE was leaning over him, a frightful shade of purple that meant he was in serious trouble.

Harry immediately started to apologise as he curled into himself and started to shake. He should have known uncle Vernon would find him. He tried to cover his ears as Vernon ranted at him, and he closed his eyes tight. That is, until he heard Gomez' cheerful yet strong voice dominate his uncle.

"That's enough of that! Away with you!" Suddenly his uncle, former uncle, flew off him and seemed to disappear. Harry looked, still shaking as his new father sat beside him on the bed. "Don't worry little man. That was merely a boggart. They look mean but they are as harmless as Kitty Cat."

Harry sat up, still shaking lightly, and decided in his young mind that he would trust this man. He had after all made Vernon go away – possibly twice. Harry nodded to the man. He just couldn't decide whether this was all a dream or a nightmare. Either way it was exciting.

He was taken down to breakfast, where he found himself so hungry that he didn't even question that fact that his food was trying to squirm its way off his plate. He just ate. And enjoyed it immensely.

During the breakfast he got to know his new siblings a little and thought he'd grow to love them greatly. Wednesday threw her steak knife at him, but she was too slow in aiming and he ducked as it went past him. Pugsley tried to pour something bright green into his dish, but when Harry asked uncle Fester what it was, and he replied that it was probably just some childish poison, he decided it was ok and that he would try it: He was immune after a day, but sick for a week.

33 days later, Albus Dumbledore, Grand Sorcerer, Leader of the Light and respected Headmaster, woke with a start as a shriek ripped through his office and into his bedroom. Apparently Fawkes was deeply unhappy. He raced into the office in time to see his phoenix flame away, and was faced with the blindingly bright blinking of a small silver trinket, humming its own high pitched siren and vibrating its way off the shelf, amid other trinkets that were broken or far too quiet for his liking. As the silver object fell to the floor it too went silent.

Albus felt his blood run cold. The wards at Number 4, Privet Drive had fallen, and if his tracking charms could be trusted, Harry Potter was dead.

Ok, so this chapter felt a little superfluous to me, but I wanted to add a chapter to show the Harry's break from 'Harry Potter' and the fact that he is going to be as creepy, kooky, mysterious and spooky as any Addams, but not outright insane. :) He has cracked enough to embrace and be embraced by this dangerously (deliciously) dark family, but at this point is still just a 5 year old child.

Also I introduced Harry to his past as a by the by, because we all know that story. xx