I do not own Harry potter or the Addams Family ps. Harry is about Wednesday's age, Pugsley is a year older than them, Assuming this chapter takes place two years before Harry goes to Hogwarts, its about 1988 or 1989, and eight years after Lily and James's death.
(Eight years later)
The night was stormy and cold in the little Massachusetts town. On top of the highest hill in town was an old museum that now acted as the Addams's home. Severus Snape held a large black umbrella over his head as the rain fell in waves.
He trekked up the tall hill until he reached a large cast iron gate, pulling on the handle he found it snuck tight, with a grumble he tapped on the gate's cold wet bars, "Open up you daft thing." He ordered. The gate shuttered and squealed as its giant metal doors swung open reluctantly, "Thank you." Severus said insincerely.
The wind whipped back and forth causing the umbrella to be less then useless, he tucked the long stick under his arm and allowed himself to be soaked to the bone by the pelting rain. By the time her reached the door, Morticia waited for him at the door, "It's a miserable night." She noted and grinned at another streak of lightening parted the sky.
"That it is." He concurred, "Lurch." Morticia turned to the tall, bony butler, "would you please bring my brother a towel?" Lurch grunted and walked with long boom strides. "Severus old man!" Gomez boomed, "Glad you could make it!" the mustached man puffed on a thick cigar.
Lurch handed Morticia a large black towel, "Oh thank you Lurch." She said softly, and handed her elder brother the towel. Nodding his thanks, felt something crawl upon his shoulder, "Tish." He said calmly, "Yes Severus?"
"What is on my shoulder?"
Morticia spun around and smiled, "Oh it's just Thing." She reached out and plucked the disembodied hand off her brother's shoulder.
"Tish you know the Séance is not the only reason I came down here." Severus reminded her as she took his coat and hung it on a coat rack by the door way that seemed to be made of bones. Due to his work with the Order and necessity to keep a low profile after the fall of the Dark Lord Eight years ago, Severus had been unable to meet his Niece and Nephew, Nine year old Wednesday, and Ten year old Pugsley.
Over the years, Severus managed to keep his sister and her family a secret from the Dark Lord, meaning he had to almost cut off all contact with them. But tonight he would finally be able to meet his niece and nephew.
"They're upstairs" Morticia smilled fondly and led him up the split stair case, into the attic which serves as the children's play room. "Children? There's someone I want you to meet." She called up.
Wednesday lowered her crossbow, and Pugsley held the rope on a toy sized guillotine, under which one of Wednesday's dolls lay, about to my executed. Morticia waltzed into the play room, careful not to trip over cast away toy parts and trip wires. "Wednesday, Pugsley." She stepped aside as the children stood and eyed the stranger behind their mother. "This is your Uncle Severus, the one I told you about"
Severus took in the sight of such odd and Addams-like children, Wednesday looked exactly like her mother had at her age, right down to the braids and black dress with a white collar, and Pugsley looked like a smaller, pudgier Gomez, with a grey and black striped shirt and mischievous glint in his eye.
Wednesday stood straight and looked her uncle up and down, he did look somewhat like her mother, with the long thin nose, black hair and pale skin. "Children." Morticia hummed, "What do we say?"
"Be afraid." Wednesday droned, "Be very afraid." Pugsley simply smiled at his Uncle, "Wednesday loves potions," Morticia started, prompting them to talk to each other, "She's very talented."
"Ask me anything." The pale girl challenged, Severus cast a skeptical look at his sister who nodded proudly, he sighed and decided to make it any easy question, "Where, Wednesday, would you like if I asked you to find a Bezoar?"
Wednesday almost snorted with amusement, "In the stomach of a goat." She brushed off instantly, having known that since she was six. Morticia gave her brother an 'I told you so' look.
"Has she shown any signs of magic?" Severus asked, "Oh yes, nothing too grand, simple levitation, that sort of thing." Morticia nodded. "Pugsley show promise to, if he would practice like he is told." Morticia stressed the end of the sentence. "Now that we've all been aquinted, there is something I want to show you." She turned to the children who still eyed their uncle curiously, "it's a stormy night, why on earth are you two inside? Go on and play until Tully gets here."
The children stood and filed out of the room, keeping their eyes on Severus until they reached the stairs, "I think they like you." Morticia smiled, "Come with me." She led Severus down the stairs and out into the graveyard, snagging a black umbrella for Severus and smiling as the rain soaked her hair and dress.
"It's just this way." She weaved between graves and headstones. "Here it is." She smiled and clasped her hands to her chest. They stood in front of a large grey and black marble rectangle that stood five feet high and three feet wide, carved into the front was four intertwined Lilies under a simple inscription.
In Loving Memory of Lily Potter (Evans)
January 30th 1960
October 31st 1981
Gifted Witch, Loving Friend.
Unofficial Addams.
"She wasn't just out friend, She was family, and I thought it was only proper to treat her as such." Morticia sighed softly, feeling the sting of sadness over the loss of her beloved friend. While Death is usually celebrated in the Addams Clan, as they see it as the next stage of Life, Lily was different. She was taken too soon.
Severus brushed his eyes, unwilling to cry again after eight years, "she would have loved it Tish." Lighting Cracked across the sky once more followed by the deafening boom of thunder, "Tully and Margaret should be here soon, we should probably go back in side." Morticia nodded once more at the memorial, as if Lily would see the gesture and slowly made her way back to the house.
Severus stood and stared at the marble tribute and couldn't help but notice Morticia had included Lily's surname and maiden name, and couldn't help but smile. No matter how much time had passed, to the siblings, she would always be Lily Evans, the little ginger girl with bright green eyes that had stolen Severus's heart and acted as the siblings' first and practically only friend.
By the time he got back to the house, Morticia had dried herself and was standing in the doorway with Gomez, watching the children play in the rain. "It's a miserable night." Gomez smiled, "I know Darling." Morticia replied, "Séance worthy."
Tully's car pulled up to the gates and two figures stepped out of the car. "There's Tully." Gomez boomed and entered the house, "Children!" Morticia called out, "We're starting!" Severus took Gomez's place in the door way, "Put down that antenna." Morticia laughed as the children sprinted up the hill to the house, arriving out of breath and soaked to the bone.
"Go upstairs and dry off quickly." Morticia ordered as the children tracked mud and rain into the house, Lurch eyed the mess and groaned loudly.
"Morticia, Gomez must know there is no way to bring back the dead." Severus insisted, "Don't you dare tell him Severus." Morticia rejected, "These yearly Séances are the only thing giving Gomez hope, besides, one can briefly contact the dead through Ouija boards and such, it's just you never know what exactly you're talking to."
Severus sighed and shrugged, "Alright, who are we trying to contact anyway?"
"Gomez's older brother, Fester." She pointed to a portrait of a short, pale man holding a candle, "He went missing twenty five years ago after he and Gomez had a fight and guilt has been eating at Gomez ever since"
Morticia sighed, "just play along, and a Muggle and his wife are coming so don't mention any magic." She hugged Severus, "Thank you for doing this, It is good to see you again."
Ta Da! Next chapter soon!