The Heir of the Western Lands

Chapter 4

Author's Notes: Here we are at chapter 4! Since I'm getting a bit bored with Harry's early childhood, we will have a little time-skip of a few years in this chapter. I will also introduce a few characters from other series. Which ones? Well, you'll have to see! Thank you for everyone who voted on my poll for the Greek Kunoichi. The final decision fell on a Divine enhanced Bijuudama. Now I have another poll, this time it's about the names of the techniques that will appear in this story. Do you prefer the original names in Japanese with English translations between brackets or in the reverse, the English names with the Japanese ones between said brackets?

Now for the stats! We have 14 reviews, 165 followers, 118 favourites, no C2 communities and 7 082 views. Thank you very much everyone! Now, I introduce some known characters in this chapter. When you see them, you will know who they are, trust me on this. XD Also I'm basing them more on the 1991 movie than the previous versions, but I'm likely to borrow from them also. Now let's get this show on the road!

Last Edit: May 25, 2017.

In Wizarding Britain, things had gone rather well. With Voldemort imprisoned and guarded by a specially selected Unspeakable group swore by Unbreakable Vow to remain neutral and steadfast in their duties even in case of a change into the government before having managed to make the Dark Lord mortal and his most fanatic followers put down like rabid dogs or imprisoned, the country could finally start to heal. Bartemius Crouch senior, with the personal tragedies of his son being a Death Eater, a quite fanatic one to that and his wife who was terminally ill, lost the will to push for the Minister of Magic post at the next elections.

He would stay as the Head of the DMLE until his chosen successor was ready to take the reins and all the damn terrorists infecting his country condemned before retiring out of political life for at least a few years. The wealthy families with some sense like the Malfoys, Goyles and Crabbes to name only a few; were internally conflicted. Many current Lords had backed Riddle, sometimes politically and/or financially publicly, but their chosen heirs didn't. This caused quite a few problems in the succession lines of said old families. The only things that prevented a mass casting out of the families was the Purebloods' lack of fertility.

Having only a sole heir and in rare cases, an heir and a spare; and the fact that they didn't declare themselves for the Light. The Malfoys, Crabbes, Goyles and many others could grudgingly deal with an heir willing to stay neutral, waiting to see in which direction the wind was blowing and act accordingly. It wasn't what most of the older Lords wanted, but it was better than nothing. They could have done the sacrilege to back Dumbledore and his muggle loving ways, so they would take what they could get! In the case of the Black Family, Walburga, who was Lady Black, still burnt Sirius' name on the family tapestry in a fit of anger, but Sirius and Regulus' father, Orion, was a smart man.

For all his pro-pureblood opinions and his disdain of the lesser blood, he knew when to shut up and wait to see in which direction the wind was blowing. So having a son in both camps was his investment towards the future. This is why he never officially cast Sirius out once his own father, Arcturus, pass the headship of the family to him. Orion never allowed Regulus to be marked by Riddle, even if Walburga was urging their youngest to join the crusade. Not after learning Riddle's true identity and plans. It was quite clever using the paranoia against the mudbloods to stir the traditional families and those of dark leanings to act against those perceived as a menace to their ways of live and flock to his banner, he had to admit.

You had to give credit where credit was due. But the House of Black's motto was "Toujours Pur". Some were seeing it as pureblood dogma, but it was for something else entirely. Be always pure in your ambitions, always be yourself. Why did you think he allowed Sirius to pursue his silly teenage rebellion and fascinations with muggle posters of half naked girls and loud two wheeled machines? He saw the world changing and a son able to guide the family into the new Era that was coming would always be practical. This is also why he permitted Walburga to shape Regulus as the perfect Pureblood Heir of a Dark family, in case the novelties coming from the Muggle world were a poisoned gift, he could always bet his money on another horse.

It was cold, maybe cruel, but for Orion Black, Head of House Black, he had to see to betterment of all his kin, not just a few. This is why when Bellatrix, her husband and her brother in law got caught red handed by the Aurors and branded with the Dark Mark while massacring an out of the way muggle farming village, he refused to lift one finger to help her out of this mess. She chose, of her own free will to worship a demented Half Blood masquerading as a Lord, with obvious thanatophobia (Chronicle fear of death) and delusions of grandeur; a bastard one to that. She made her bed, now she had to lie in it. Azkaban for life was the consequences of her acts. Good riddance to bad rubbish.

It was in that same idea of backing two different horses and the fact that Andromeda had put them in front of a "fait accompli" by eloping to Gretna Green with a muggleborn wizard named Edward "Ted" Tonks who had been courting her in secret for years, thus voiding her own marriage contract with the heir of the House of Selwyn; since she had lost her virginity. That was why he refused to officially disown his favourite niece. Like he heard Sirius said a few times, she had bollocks of steel to defy her family like that. Her parents and his own wife were furious, but he was secretly quite amused and also quite impressed since he never even had a single hint of what she was preparing and willing to do to get out of the marriage contract.

"Well played Dromeda, very well played indeed."

Those were Orion's thoughts on the subject.

The Black Patriarch was also somewhat glad that Narcissa managed to make a love match with the Malfoy heir, Lucius. She was good for the boy, reducing his swelled head like that and bursting his ego when needed.

On the side of the Light, Albus Dumbledore was of two minds about the events that came to pass. Sybil Trelawney's prophecy, the only hope to end this damn civil war in his humble opinion, has been totally sidelined. None of the couples whom had defied Tom three times had a hand in his downfall, not even their first born sons, young Neville and young Harry. It was a special unit of ICW Aurors who got Tom and in such an ironic manner too he couldn't suppress a snort of amusement each time he came back on the subject. Riddle was made a prisoner like a genie in an old oil lamp, like in the muggle fairy tales!

When he learned that one for the first time, he laughed himself to a coughing fit. The Longbottoms, even more cautious after learning firsthand of the Potters' departing the country, had spared no expense to upgrade the wards of their residence and the grounds, Longbottom Manor. It was now as much as a fortress as Hogwarts, even better in some cases, since they didn't need to make so many exceptions into the wards as they weren't a school. The Potters had left the country before it becomes too dangerous, during Lily's pregnancy.

He had argued against it, if they were leaving, the moral around the forces of the Light would plummet as the Potters were seen as an icon, heroes even! He could offer them more protection if it was needed. James and Lily just had to stay and keep fighting the good fight! They had survived three encounters with Voldemort and managed to almost put him down at their last encounter! Only Frank and Alice Longbottom could boast that much! But he had been outvoted and entirely sidelined. James had said that he had a duty as a future father and husband and he would do his duty to his family before doing morale boosting for his countrymen.

It was his duty to see to his family's welfare, not Albus'. They too were quite heavily protected, by the distance, the country of Japan's policies and from what the letters he received from them said, by magicks unknown or lost to men. Youkais. He still couldn't warp his head around the fact that their existence was real, but Lily's father was a really ancient and very powerful one. She was one also; a powerful Youkai that is. It kind of explained why she was such a powerful witch at such a young age, able to overpower every professor on his staff except himself.

On other musings, to think that even the Elves and the Faes were real, just both settled in a different reality than theirs. It was intense. He would have never guessed that the Ultimatum delivered to the Wizengamot by the Muggle Government and the Queen would have shaken down things like that. Imagine that, Light, Grey and Dark families working together to get rid of the subversive elements of their society. Well it was that or losing their right of self governance and exposition to the mundane populace. Ah well, it worked even if it was an extremist solution. They had learned to play rather well with each other.

Oh, he doubted the conflicting factions would ever be more than polite and politically correct with each others, but anything other than a full blown war was amelioration in his books. Oh well, if Riddle was gone and done for, he didn't need to scheme a way to put the prophecy into play. Then a shiver was felt all over his spine. Yes, it was a feeling of dread. He was quite lucky that he didn't had to play the puppet master; he could feel the retribution he would endure should he even found out if he went ahead with that plan.

On The Potter family side of things, life was going rather well in a hundred per cent Dark Lord free environment. Remus was seeing a female Wolf Youkai and things were starting to look serious between them. Sirius was still playing the field so to speak, but after a stern warning from Sesshomaru to be careful to not give life if he didn't meant to create it or he would live to regret it, the dog animagus started to use protection religiously. After a few scares with STDs and having to be called jokingly by his pack "Crabsfoot" for a few weeks, he also added condoms to his repertory; since the contraception charms were useless on any male or female with youkai blood. Be they Hanyōs or pure Youkais.

Time had passed so quickly and now Harry was a very active ten years old, growing boy. After growing up a little more, he learned to better handle his supernatural traits and how to blend well in the human society. Now, he didn't cause breaks into the International Statute of Secrecy left or right like before. He also loved to go to work with his dad and uncles. He wasn't allowed to do much yet with the vehicles but he was learning! He was also helping by bringing them the snacks and beverages when they asked for them. He wasn't allowed to answer the Office phone because he was still a child and customers didn't like to talk to a child in an adult business or something like that.

Also he was still learning to tune his hearing to a human level, so it was no great loss in his opinion since that one was still giving him some troubles. He had already got the hang of his sense of smell, so it was better than nothing. Harry was also now a big brother and he took that duty with all the aplomb and seriousness that a ten years, almost eleven, years old boy could manage. He now had a little sister that his parents had named Rosaline Emiko Potter, but everyone was calling her Rosie. From what he has heard, the delivery for Rosie had been easier than his, whatever it meant.

She also had dog ears on top of her head just like him, but her hair was an elegant raven black with some red and white highlights. Rosie was also lucky to not have inherited the natural messiness of the Potter Family's hair since hers were soft as silk while his was a bird's nest like his dad. She also had their Kaa-san's heart shaped face just like him, with the high cheek bones of Grandfather Sesshomaru while he had inherited a bit more of the rough/square angles of Granddad Charlus' jaw. She had the button nose of Grandma Dorea but her eyes were also unique. Where his were an equal mix of gold and emerald green; hers were hazel brown like Tou-san's with a bit of gold that was coming from their Inu youkai heritage.

Luckily, their Supernatural heritage meant that they would never have need of glasses. It was something that was making his dad grumble often and both his uncles' smile with amusement. Grownups were weird. Were he was born at the end of July; his younger sister was born in the beginning of January. He loved his little sister, but she was very fussy and quite demanding even now at five years old and even less adept than him to hide her supernatural nature at this age so her glamours were powered by a bit of jewellery that their mother was empowering with her own youki that would be put on her at each outing outside of Grandfather Sesshomaru's lands.

Thus to help his mother since he had no clue on how to help and she was often too tired to take the time to show him more than a thing or two; he would spend as much time as possible in the day with his father and uncles or with Grandfather Sesshomaru when he was not too busy. Sometimes the Dog General would ditch his paperwork and supervise his training personally. He was still too young to have access to a Youkai blade, not to mention one of the Fangs of the previous General, but he was adept enough at the sword to now practice with a real katana under strict guidance from his grandfather or an instructor.

He had also learned on how to mold perfectly his youki into his claws to make his attacks way stronger and also to blend in with the magical folk; his parents had gotten him a focus ring recently. Normally he would do like his mother and the other youkais interacting with the magicals and mimic their magic with his youki since the trick was rather simple once you get the hang of it, but he was expected to have a focus for his magic since he was supposed to be a regular wizard in the outside world. In Asia, magical children learned magic with wands or other foci before learning focus less magic. Contrary to most of Europe's method, in Asia they didn't ship the youths into boarding schools for seven long years for most of the year.

While there was some schools with the possibility of board, most were private day schools were you learned mundane and magic subjects to have your diploma in both societies. They were living in safety and in peace, but Grandfather wanted him to be able to defend himself just in case, hence why all those lessons of self defense with martial arts and Kenjutsu. It was not always training in his life, aside of mechanics; Harry was also quite enamored with his acoustic guitar. After a few lessons, he became They had to get specially made strings that would not be cut by his claws and spell the guitar unbreakable since he was not always careful with his supernatural strength, but he was becoming quite talented!

Also the family had started to travel around the world, but would come back to Japan for winter, since it was usually milder in the country of the rising sun than in Europe or in North America. Talking about North America, the Potter family, minus Sirius and Remus, since the former was really busy with the workshop and the latter couldn't set foot in the state where they were going because of his lycanthropy, New Jersey's magical law against Werewolves were very strict, no Weres of any kind whatsoever where authorized to be inside the state's line no matter what.

If one was found, they were put under arrest, brought to a special facility where they were put to death by lethal injection of silver nitrate. Of course, before being brought out at the facility, the accused was tested beforehand and if the Werewolf was underage, they had the possibility to be relocated in another state. Even the hard asses wouldn't put a child to death. Fortunately, New Jersey was the only state in the entire United States of America with such a law; otherwise there would have been a much more outcry by the International community for such a draconian measure. They were in the town of Westfield, New Jersey, trying to locate an old friend of James.

A certain Gomez Addams, from the Addams family was said childhood friend. You see, Gomez and James had attended the same summer courses as children and teenagers on how to take care of the monies and investments of their families. Both the Addams and Potter families were very rich, even if the Addams had migrated to the States generations ago and the Potter stayed rooted in Europe. Both families had for habit/tradition to invest in the other's endeavours and make the heirs meet each other while they were young, thus one generation the Potter family would go in the States and for the next, it was the Addams family who would go to Britain for the summer.

Where James and Gomez met, it was the Addams' who came to Britain, now it was the Potters' turn, hence their presence in the state of New Jersey. While not many of the larger Addams clan were typically magical, they were something else. Many had certain gifts. Per example; everyone of Addams blood had an almost freakishly strong constitution that would permit them to survive almost anything short of a sure kill shot, leading them to become dangerous thrill seekers. Many women of the Addams Clan also were Wiccan or Voodoo witches.

They also had a penchant for the macabre and the more obscure arts that started to decline when the wand became the de facto tool for casting. To come back to the current Heads of both the Potter and Addams families, while both men had built their lives on each side of the Atlantic Ocean, they had always kept in contact with each other, be it by letters or phone calls. Thus it was one of the reasons why the Potters had flown back from a holiday in Hawaii to New Jersey, James had called Gomez in advance and the ex-lawyer was delighted to see his old friend again and meet his family. As if it was fate, Gomez was also happily married and had two children, a boy and a girl.

Pugsley was his oldest and his heir, while Wednesday was his sweet little girl. Pugsley was twelve and Wednesday was eleven years old. Gomez would send the family butler with his limo tomorrow afternoon, because frankly after such a long flight, the Potter family was rightly knackered. Rosie was very cranky, prompt to accidental magic at random intervals and if it was not Lily's youki that was powering her glamours; they would have likely faded hours ago. Harry could barely stay awake, yawning and babbling nonsense alternatively in English and Japanese. James was also dead on his feet, but had enough energy left to tend to his daughter to let his wife take a shower.

Harry had only enough energy to strip down to his boxers and to fall face first into the bed he was assigned. A sign he was now into Morpheus' Realm was that his true nature was revealed. As much progress the boy had, he was still not able to keep powering his glamours while asleep. It was the main reason why they, Lily and him, had decided to not send Harry to Hogwarts next September. Lily hadn't her biological mother's experience, so she was unable to cast the same spells on Harry that was put on her when she was a baby. After Lily came back from her ablutions, James went for his turn, but not before helping (read coercing) his broody daughter into her night clothes. Well, getting her to remove her day clothes was easy, the night clothes part? Not so much.

"I don't wanna sleep in my nightie daddy! Nii-san (big brother) doesn't have one!"

Rosie said with a dog like whine, proving her canine heritage.

James rolled his eyes and said with his most patient voice

"Rosie, Harry is a boy. He doesn't need a nightie to sleep in, sweetie. You are a girl, sweetheart and little girls sleep into a nightie! Even mummy sleeps with one."

"I don't wanna I said! I sleep like Harry or I don't sleep. Padfoot-Oji (uncle) said to never say no to a Lady. I'm a Lady, so I sleep like Harry."

Rosaline finished her reasoning with a pull of the tongue, crossing her arms in a similar way from her mother and a stomp with her left foot. James was not impressed and decided that next time he saw Sirius, he would tell the horny mutt to stop filling his daughter's head of unnecessary things at such a young age. Tired of arguing with his baby girl and needing to assert his parental authority, James waved his wand absently once it sprang into his hand from his holster on his arm over his daughter's frame and her day clothes were transfigured into a cute and comfortable pink nightie with a bear cub motif on her belly.

Rosie was speechless for a few seconds, but she proved that she was her mother's daughter by how temperamental she was. If she wasn't a five year's old little girl, the growl emanating from her throat would have likely been terrifying, but now it was all he could do to not laugh out loud! Seeing her clawed hand reaching to hit him across the face in anger made him loose his smirk and laughing mood really fast though. Empowering his whole body with his magic, the little trick that Sesshomaru taught him to match temporally most magical creatures with superhuman strength, speed and reflexes in case he could not use his wand, he caught Rosie's attack before it could hit him.

No, that wouldn't do at all. No child of his would attack people in anger. He would not tolerate that kind of behavior from one of his children. Not now, not ever. Faster than she thought he could move since she knew he was totally Human and her a Hanyō, they were now both on the nearest bed, she was forcefully laid down on her father's lap before receiving ten consecutive swats on her bottom after he uncovered it with enough strength to stun her, hurt her just enough to make the lesson sink and make her cry! When he was done, James said with a voice full of authority after he put back her underwear correctly

"Rosaline Emiko Potter! How many times have I told you that it's very very bad to use your claws on people? I stopped counting. You could have hurt someone badly! You do not use your powers or claws on others when you are mad, do you understand?! Do you want mummy and daddy to be in very deep trouble? Do you want to see granddad really mad at us and at you?"

She had regained enough aplomb to answer his questions with some shakes of the head. She may be very young, but no one wanted a repeat of her fourth birthday when something happened to make her grandfather extremely mad. Not ever. The feeling of his full power unleashed...she shivered in fear at the memory. It had been potent enough to make everybody in the family and every Youkai in the lands to fall on the ground, choking for air and shivering like they were outside in winter when it was really cold!

It only lasted for three minutes, but it was three minutes too much in the mind of everybody! To think that it wasn't even his best level! They had learned afterwards that one traitor of the coup that cost Grandmother Emiko her life had survived the purge and had tried to assassinate the Dog General to take his position. Needless to say, there was no mercy and the traitor's death had been quick but most painful and also public. To see a kin, a pack mate die by demonic poison eating him inside out, it was very traumatizing.

Seeing that his daughter was remembering the events, James told her

"Not only it's extremely bad what you did, you could have shown to the normal people that people like your mother, grandfather, brother and you, exist. Do you want to break the Sacred Laws Rosaline? Do you really want to be punished by the General? No? Well, next time you use your claws on people who are not bad, it won't be your mother or me who will punish you, but you will answer to your grandfather. Now hop to bed and not one sound or it will be ten swats more."

Properly cowed, Rosie dashed quickly under and snuggled into the blankets, her breathing interrupted by a few stray teary hiccups. It tore James' heart out of his chest to be this harsh on his baby girl, but the consequences should the regular populace discover the existence of the Supernatural side of the world was a reality and not some old tales would be infinitely worse than her punishment. Sesshomaru, as the General, would have no other choice but to enforce the consequences should The Pact with the Emperor was to be found breached.

He would be forced to execute his own granddaughter for high treason or exile her without any possibility of return if he could bargain clemency on her behalf. And nobody could do anything about it if it happened! He could not bear to even think about living without a member of his precious family! Harry and Rosie were his flesh and blood! Not everyone was good hearted tough. If some sicko of mad scientist got their hands on a Youkai or another denizen of the Supernatural, it could erupt into World War III! When he came back from his shower, James spoke to his wife in lowly tones, explaining what happened with their daughter and how he handled it.

Lily was as much a fan as him of heavy handed punishments, meaning not at all, but those same heavy handed punishments were needed. Rosie couldn't just go and claw at everybody and everything that doesn't bow to her whims. And if she used her powers on the wrong person when nobody with the ability to modify the memories of the witnesses were near, it could easily and very quickly spiraled into a catastrophe. In Japan, the magical government was ready with youki detectors and had Obliviators trained for such things, but outside of Japan, Viet-Nam and China, no other countries were equipped to deal with the true supernatural. Tired, after a good night kiss and a shared laugh at a snore escaping their son's mouth, they went to bed.

Rosie was visually downtrodden the next morning, knowing she really messed up, but her pride, said pride inherited from her father, was making her be more stubborn than it was healthy. Thus she refused to say she was sorry. In her mind, she knew that she was wrong, but she would not admit it out loud. Her parents weren't different with her except they were watching her more closely and her regular temper tantrums were vigorously put down. It was clear that they would not allow her to have her way judging by their no nonsense attitudes. When they refused to order a different breakfast plate for her because she was tired of her eggs after a few scoops, she growled harshly and went to steal her brother's bowl of Kellogg's Froot Loops by force.

Her hand was hit by her brother, who glared severely at her and let out a low growl from his throat. Harry was very territorial with his food. Usually he was sharing rather well, but not food. James had learned it the hard way when Harry was six. He tried to steal some chocolate chip cookies from his boy, but got bit harshly on the hand. They had to go to the hospital for the bite and James had a few stitches. (Lily made him heal the mundane way as a punishment for being stupid enough to ignore the obvious warning signs that their son didn't like to share his food.)

When she didn't relent, because she was a Lady and she could have whatever she wanted and you never told no to a Lady, and she wanted her brother's cereals, her Nii-san took his bowl and with their dad's permission, switched places with him! The nerve of him to deny her! She couldn't follow him and take his cereals by force or make him pay for saying no to a Lady, for she was suddenly forced to submit by a stronger growl coming from her mother's throat! Their animal like noises had been ignored by the rest of the customers for the Human customers were loud and the growls not loud enough to attract attention, but with three Supernatural beings around a same table, they could hear it just fine.

Knowing instinctively that her mother was the Alpha (Daddy was human so it didn't count.); Rosie submitted by lowering her head and letting her shoulders upping their position to try and hide her head between. It seems that her power plays were not welcome. She loved her family, but she wanted to be the Alpha! Stopping her antics because she didn't want to have another spanking, she played with her food a moment before eating it. It was not fair!

A few hours later, after a filing and calm midday meal without drama this time, the Potter family were confronted by the fact that the Addams family were not subtle at all. The butler was a being that looked like one of the child drawing version of Frankenstein's monster but with less stitches and without the nodes in the neck. Lurch was a six foot nine inches (2.05 m) tall, shambling, gloomy butler who somewhat resembles a cross between Frankenstein's monster as stated before and a zombie. He was holding a sign with the name "Potter" written on it. James guided his family toward the imposing man and said

"Good afternoon, sir. We are the Potters."

Lurch groaned in acceptance since his boss/old friend had described the man to him in details and with his long stride, he opened the closest passenger door in no time. With a surprising graceful bow and a sweep of his large hand, he gestured them to go sit inside. Bemused, Lily took her whining daughter in her arms and was the first to enter. She had never ridden in a limo before. It was the same for her children and her husband. Once everyone was in it, the big butler closed the door with a finesse that would have seems unwarranted from such a big person. Soon he was behind the wheel and in direction to the Addams Mansion. Once arrived, they were welcomed at the entrance by all the Addams.

The patriarch, Gomez, was an athletic, acrobatic, and eccentric multi-billionaire. Though an extremely successful businessman, having acquired much of his wealth through inheritance and investments; he had little regard for money and would casually spend thousands of dollars on any whimsical endeavours. Gomez's investments were guided more by whimsy than strategy, yet luck rarely failed him. Gomez owned businesses around the world, including a swamp, bought for "scenic value", a crocodile farm, a buzzard farm, and a salt mine, a tombstone factory, a uranium mine, and many others. Gomez was also of Castilian extraction and was a fluent multilingual.

He had short and well combed black hair, he was of a pale complexion, had a small moustache. Gomez was also wearing a bow-tie and also a wide variety of extravagant clothing. His wife, Morticia, was better described as the cliché that regular people were imagining of a witch; she was slim, with extremely pale skin and long flowing straight black hair. She commonly wore black gothic dresses to match her hair; tightly form fitting, with a hobble skirt, with fringe of thick octopus-like cloth "tentacles" at the lower hem.

Near the adults were the children of the couple. Pugsley was the oldest at twelve years old. He was a devious young genius. He often was seen releasing sailboats in the park with other children, except his boats were more macabre in nature. He was a pre-teen boy who was almost always seen wearing a striped T-shirt and shorts. He displayed outlandish engineering skills, including the invention of a disintegrator gun (confiscated by the U.S government), an anti-gravity gun (Destroyed during the attempt to confiscate it), and other devices. He and Gomez created a computer named Whizzo and a robot named Smiley.

Pugsley and his younger sister Wednesday often played together, rarely exhibiting signs of sibling rivalry; they also shared an interest in spiders, dynamite, guillotines, and other dangerous "toys." The youngest, eleven years old Wednesday, a pale, dark-haired, grim-looking little girl who was fascinated with death and the macabre. She seldom smiled. She showed sadistic tendencies and a dark personality, and was revealed to have had a deep interest in the Bermuda Triangle and an admiration for an ancestor (Great Aunt Calpurnia Addams) who was burned as a witch in 1706.

She had also started to have lessons in focused magic since she had exhibited many episodes of accidental magic since she was very young. There was no magic school in New Jersey due to the low population of magicals in the state and Wednesday was not really sociable and patient enough with regular children to go to a magic boarding school in New York City, thus accredited tutors came a few times a week for a few hours and she was making good progress. None of her tutors had fled in fear yet or fell into one of her brother's and her traps. They were good!

The presentations came after Gomez and James shook hands and shared a man hug and back claps.

"James! You big buck! (A reference to James' animagus form, a buck is also a male stag.) glad to see you! It's been too long! You have a beautiful family! Come on in, come in everyone!"

James laughed with Gomez and answered

"Well, if you would have come on the other side of the Pond more often, we could have met more often! So, you're enjoying a semi retirement? Tired of being the evil lawyer? I'm sure that with your Addams gifts you could have given ol' Moldyshorts a coronary!"

Morticia and Lily shared a roll of the eyes at their husbands' antics, but they also smiled lightly. Boys would be boys, no matter the age. The children were in a standoff. Rosie was unsure if she wanted to follow her mother or stay with her brother. Her parents were a lot sterner on her than usual and she had only herself to blame. Usually she played rather well with her Nii-san, but he wasn't one to indulge her orders or demands. The Lady justification didn't work on him. It was Wednesday who broke the stand-off with her flat voice

"You look human but you are not. If you want to hide for me you will have to do better glamours."

Pugsley had no magical talent at all, only his intelligence and Addams constitution, so he took his sister's word as true since she was talented in the mystic ways. He didn't really care if the new kids weren't humans, it just meant that they would likely more durable and maybe not easy freaked by Wednesday's and his games.

Rosie decided then to go back with her parents, she was a pathetic liar and she was in enough hot water as it is, she didn't want to blow away secret stuff. Using her sense of smell, she tracked her mother's scent and started to run in hr direction. When the Addams kids had now their full attention on Harry he said after rubbing the back of his head sheepishly

"Well, I'm sorry in advance but what I am is a Family secret. Without permission, I can't tell you a single thing. Can we just go play or something? It's awkward just staying put like that."

Wednesday and Pugsley understood easily. The Addams family had also Family secrets and no outsiders could know them without being married into the family or told by the Head of the family. So, they decided to do as they always do when school was out. Run roughshod around the Mansion. While Harry couldn't unveil his glamours without permission, he was able to use his Supernatural strength; speed and endurance since the Addams' were on a higher tier than normal humans and normal magicals. It was also good for his health, since it permitted him to stay healthy and play as rough as his new friends.

At the end of the day, Harry, Pugsley and Wednesday had formed a true friendship. The Addams girl even put a small smile on her lips. Nobody of her age that she knew could wrestle Pugsley and win and also throw Dynamite sticks farther than her!

That evening, when the Potters left to go back to their Motel, the bond between both families was promising to be stronger than ever.