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Hello guys, Badger here. I'm a fucking idiot. Due to my clumsy ass, I dropped my laptop and now it's in a shop for repairs. Because of this, I will have to work on my iPad for a week or more, until it is fixed.
Anyway, after posting the previous chapter, I already knew how the next chapter would go, so immediatley wrote it up and here it is for you to enjoy. I hope you enjoy and I will see you at the end.
Chapter 3
Family Affairs
Harry awakened. Or, at least, he thought he did. He felt like he was floating, as he stared off into a black abyss. He was about to call out, to see if anyone was around, before dark clouds, and mist, began to form around him, before a dark shadow could be seen through the fog. When the fog cleared, Harry saw Voldemort himself, the mans crimson eyes glaring at him in psychotic glee. Voldemort let out a bloodcurdling laugh, before he lifted his wand.
"Avada Kedavra!" He yelled, where Harry's vision was then assaulted the ominous green light, of the Killing Curse
Harry awakened once more, this time, properly. He stumbled slightly, hunching over a chair, using it to steady himself. His throat burned, as he felt like he was about to throw up. As he tried to keep himself from throwing up, he felt his throat burn even more. It was that moment, Grandmama appeared in front of him, handing him a smaller cauldron.
"Let it all out dear, you'll feel better once you do" She said
Harry took the cauldron from her, and immediatley threw up into it. Every fibre of his being felt like it was on fire, as he dry heaved, throwing up a gooey green substance, into the cauldron.
"My potions tend to have similar effects on those who drink them" Grandmama commented, as she threw a few black hairs into the cauldron, where she seemed to be brewing a new concoction "They can be particularly overpowering for first time drinkers, you may want to avoid eating anything for the next twelve hours, just in case"
Harry sat down on the chair, wanting to take the weight off of his feet. He finally stopped throwing up, but he kept the cauldron on his lap just in case. It was that moment, he felt a stabbing pain in his forehead. He placed a hand to his head, only to feel his fingers touch a warm liquid. Moving his hand back, he saw blood on his fingertips.
"What happened?" He asked
Grandmama looked at him, with an unreadable expression, before she lifted up a glass jar. In the glass jar, Harry saw a thick, black substance, that slithered and moved unnaturally around the jar. Grandmama turned her gaze from Harry, to the substance, glaring at it, as if the sight offended and disgusted her.
"This is what happened" She said "My dear Morticia felt something strange about you, especially that scar of yours, when she first lay eyes on you…she said the feeling was unnatural and dark…she wanted me to see if I could remove it and find out what it was"
"So that's why she was so interested in my scar" Harry muttered "What is it?"
"A leach" Grandmama growled, before thinking for a moment "Well…not literally…I'm not sure what it is, but it latched itself on your magic…it seemed to be feasting on that magic of yours, restricting you from your true power…now it's been removed you may find a few changes…it wasn't happy about being removed either, it let out horrible screeching sounds when it burst out of that scar of yours…speaking of which"
Grandmama put down the jar and made her way towards Harry. She looked at the damage done on Harry's forehead before she started cleaning up the blood. Once the blood was cleared, she held up her hand, which started to glow a pale white colour, where Harry's scar resealed itself. With a toothy grin, Grandmama handed Harry a mirror, where he saw that his scar had faded. It was still there, but it was a lot less noticeable.
"How did you do that?" Harry asked "I thought my scar couldn't be healed"
"That was Addams Magic" Grandmama laughed "It will take some time, but after a while the scar will eventually fade completely, to the point where you wouldn't even know that you had a scar to begin with"
"Thank you" Harry gave her a genuine smile, before he looked to the jar "So, what are you going to do with…that?"
Grandmama looked to the jar and moved towards it, looking at the gooey substance, through the glass, like a child who was watching their pet hamster in it's cage. She tilted her head back and forth, a few times, before she answered.
"I'm going to keep it for now" She said, picking the jar up "I've never seen a thing like this before…I want to study it, see if I can find out what it is…for now, you can run along…Gomez had entered shortly after you fell under the effects of my potion…apparently an owl arrived with a letter addressed to you…you may want to see what the fuss is about"
Harry looked at Grandmama in confusion, but nodded, leaving the room, whilst the elderly woman continued working on whatever she was making in the cauldron. As Harry left her private room, he kept rubbing his scar. The scar that had become an annoyance, the bane of his existence. He was happy to see that one day, hopefully soon, it will be gone for good. That scar was nothing more, then a target on his forehead. Though, he couldn't help but think of the strange gooey mass that had apparently been living in his head. If what Grandmama said was true, then whatever it was, it was leaching off of his magic. Now it was gone, he was, supposedly, stronger. Harry wanted to test his magic but, at the same time, he didn't want to unnecessarily set off the Trace and alert Dumbledore of his location.
It was that moment, when Harry heard a sound behind him. The sound of something, pitter pattering, along the wooden floors. Harry looked around, hoping to see whatever it was, making the noises, but he saw nothing. The pitter pattering seemed to echo around the hallway, before fading away, like whatever it was making those noises had moved away. Harry shuddered, feeling a sense of déjà vu, before he continued towards the dining area, where he found Gomez, talking with Morticia and Uncle Fester, whilst Lurch washed the dishes.
"Ah, Harry" Gomez said, as he lit a cigar, a smile on his face "You're looking much better then you were a few moments ago, how are you?"
"I'm fine thank you…where are Wednesday and Pugsley?" Harry asked, noting the two Addams children weren't around
"Oh, they're having a friendly spar" Uncle Fester replied, a manic grin on his face "No doubt Wednesday is winning…I expect we'll find Pugsley tied to a wall somewhere, sooner or later"
"Are you sure, you're okay, Harry dear?" Morticia asked, eyeing Harry's now faded scar "Was Grandmama able to sort things out for you"
"Yes, thank you…I didn't even know that I had that…thing in my head, but I feel better already, now that it's gone" Harry smiled, before turning to Gomez "Apparently, an owl arrived with a letter for me?"
"Ah yes" Gomez replied, jovially, as he slid over an envelop to Harry "A brown owl flew through and open window and dropped it on the table and flew back out again…it was fast too…does everyone in the Wizarding World use owls for communication?"
"There's a couple of methods of communication" Harry said, taking the envelope "Though owls and letters, are the common method amongst wizards and witches"
"Interesting" Gomez muttered
Harry looked at the envelope in his hands, where he saw a Gringotts seal on the back. Harry's eyes widened slightly in surprise. He had never received letters from Gringotts before, so he wondered why he was receiving one now. Curious, he opened it up and read through the contents.
Mr Potter
We wish to offer our condolences for the death of your Godfather on the 18th June, 1996
We are contacting you, as the late Sirius Black named you as his heir in his will, shortly before his death. As his heir, the assets listed in his will are hall passed down to you, including the Black Lordship title. Please visit Gringotts Bank at your earliest, opportune moment, so you can claim your Lordship and Inheritance.
Roglak
Senior Account Manager of Gringotts
"What's the letter Harry, dear?" Morticia asked
Harry found himself unable to respond, he was too shocked to speak. He didn't even know Sirius named Harry his heir, let alone made a will. Because he was unable to find his voice, he handed the letter over, allowing them to read through it.
"This is interesting" Gomez spoke, after a few moments, before he looked up to Harry "If I was you, lad, I'd claim your inheritance as soon as possible…the title of Lordship could help you with these issues of yours"
"But Gringotts Bank is in Diagon Alley" Harry replied "That place is usually crowded with people…it's possible those that I'm trying to stay away from will find me and place me back with my relatives…no doubt they've probably found out that I'm no longer there"
"You don't have to worry about that kiddo" Uncle Fester said "Grandmama is not just an excellent potion brewer, she's an excellent seamstress, she'll be able to give you a temporary disguise, no one will know that it's you"
"Harry swallowed nervously. Something told him, that Uncle Fester wasn't talking about clothing.
…
Dumbledore stood before the Order of the Phoenix, as one by one they entered and sat down, at the dining table, inside Grimmauld Place. Ron, Ginny, Hermione and the Twins were sat with them, looking slightly confused as to why they were allowed to sit amongst them when, before, they were shooed out of the room, as soon as a meeting was about to begin.
"I'm glad that you all could arrive on such short notice" Dumbledore said, after a moment "I'm afraid I have some news about Harry"
"Harry?" Ginny spoke up "Is something wrong? Is he okay?"
"That's the problem Miss Weasley" Dumbledore sighed "We aren't too sure…Remus went to watch over Harry…and it seems young Harry has run away"
Immediatley, there was an uproar amongst the Order, and Harry's friends. Each one of them shouting over one another, wanting to know why Harry would run away. The only calm member, was Severus Snape, who stood with an emotionless mask on his face. It took several minutes for Dumbledore to calm everyone down.
"Why would Harry run away?" Fred spoke up
"He wouldn't leave his friends behind" George added
"It seems the death of Sirius impacted Harry a lot more, then I first feared" Dumbledore said, before he turned to Ron and Hermione "Miss Granger, Mr Weasley, did Harry give off any hints about running away, or places he might go to before you parted ways at the end of the school year"
"No sir" Hermione shook her head, looking frantic "Harry didn't really talk much at all…before we left for the train, Ron tried speaking to Harry"
"Yeah, I tried to talk to him and offer some kind of comfort, but he snapped, wanting to be left alone" Ron spoke "Then, on the train he didn't talk at all, he just had this far away look on his face…something tells me going back to his relatives, after losing Sirius just cemented his decision to leave"
"I never did like those relatives of his!" Mrs Weasley exclaimed, as she stood up "The poor boy needs to be found, who knows what kind of trouble he's going to get himself into, I'll go looking for him, myself, if I have too"
"Mrs Weasley, please calm yourself" Dumbledore said "I know you see Harry as if he was one of your own, but we need to remain calm, if we are to find him…I doubt he would leave Britain entirely, so I want members of the Order posted around the areas nearest 4 Privet Drive, it's unlikely that he went that far…I also want Order members posted in Diagon Alley, on the off chance he arrives for one reason or another"
"I'll make sure that it is done Albus" Mad-Eye growled out
"Good, that is all for now, you may go" Dumbledore said "And Severus, I want a word in private if you don't mind"
"Severus gave Dumbledore a raised eyebrow, as everyone else made their way out of the room. Neither one of them said a word, until the door closed and they were alone, where Severus finally opened his mouth.
"Why did you wish to speak to me, Albus?" He asked
"I fear that, should Voldemort learn of Harry's disappearance, with the mind link between the two, Voldemort will find him first" Dumbledore replied, gravely "I want you to make sure he doesn't learn of Harry's disappearance"
"Albus, I may have some strong mind shields, but even they are no match for the Dark Lord" Severus replied "He'll know I'm keeping secrets sooner rather then later and I'll have no choice but to tell him"
"Just try Severus" Dumbledore pleaded "Stall if you have too…Harry isn't ready yet…we need to find him before Voldemort does"
"I'll try Albus" Severus sighed
Dumbledore nodded and allowed Severus to leave. When the door closed, Dumbledore sat down and put his head in his hands. He was getting a migraine. Harry needed to be found and soon. Dumbledore had chosen not to mention to the others that Harry had also seemed to abandon the Wizarding World, if his note was any hint as to why he ran away. He knew that, if everyone else knew that Harry had turned his back on them, they'll be more panic and Voldemort will have no reason to hold back on his attacks.
Dumbledore decided to have Remus head back to Privet Drive and see if Harry's relatives know anything about Harry and any possible place he'd go
…
Meanwhile, Fred and George were in their room, talking amongst themselves, in quiet, hushed tones.
"What do we do Fred?" George asked "Harry's like a brother to us, we can't just sit back and do nothing…we need to find him"
"I know brother of mine, but what can we do?" Fred replied "Harry hasn't left any clue as to where he went, how could we possibly find him, let alone start looking for him?"
"I don't know, but we have to do something!" George said, when a thought came to him "Do…do you think if we sent him a letter, he'd respond?"
"I don't know, brother" Fred replied "Do you think Pigwidgeon will be able to find him…I know owls are smart but the little guy isn't exactly the brightest and I don't trust Errol delivering a letter to Harry"
"It's worth a shot" George shrugged "We owe him a lot Fred, we need to know why he ran away and make sure he's safe!"
"Okay, okay!" Fred said "You find Pigwidgeon, I'll start writing a letter…this better work"
…
Harry looked in the mirror, making sure his clothes fit. As part of his disguise, Grandmama had given him some old black robes, once owned by one of their ancestors. After seeing that everything fit him well, he grimaced at the mask in his hands. Grandmama was definitely a seamstress. Though not a seamstress people would expect her to be. In Harry's hands was a mask, that looked like it was made out of someone's face. When Harry asked how she made it, she said the 'man who donated was such a lovely dear'. Harry decided to not ask any further questions after that. He was starting to question the sanity of these people. At that moment, Gomez appeared beside him, who decided he was going to come with Harry, to make sure he kept out of unnecessary trouble, and to see Diagon Alley for himself.
"Go one Harry, put it on" He said, wrapping an arm around his shoulders "He won't bite…not anymore anyway"
Harry winced slightly, before he put the mask on, nearly gagging at the squelching sound the fleshy material made, as it wrapped itself around his features. It was a tight squeeze and it wasn't easy to breathe, but eventually Harry was able to put it on. Looking back in the mirror, once more, Harry looked at the stranger looking back at him. The wrinkled skin, blue eyes and blonde hair. He was unrecognisable.
"Wonderful!" Gomez cheered "No one will be able to recognise you, now let's go, time is money"
Harry nodded, before he followed Gomez down the main hall of the house, being careful of any loose floorboards, where they found Uncle Fester on the porch, craving into a small wooden block. He turned, hearing the door open, where he smiled at their presence.
"You're off then?" He asked
"We are brother" Gomez said, before tapping Harry's shoulder "Harry, do you mind waiting for me…I need to have a quick word with my brother"
Harry nodded, before he made his way off the porch and stopped where the dirt track began. He turned and watched as Gomez spoke with Uncle Fester. Both of them had an unusually serious look on their face, as they spoke. After a few moments, Uncle Fester nodded, before entering the house, whilst Gomez made his way over to Harry.
"What was that about?" Harry asked
"Don't worry about it kiddo" Gomez smiled "Let's get going shall we?"
Harry looked at Gomez, suspiciously, but dropped the matter for a moment. Harry removed his wand, where he then summoned the Knight Bus, which weaved its way through the trees, at lightning speed, a few seconds later, skidding to a halt in front of them. Gomez looked at the tall bus, in awe and glee.
"Geez, bit of a tight squeeze round here" The conductor said "Where may the Knight Bus take you gents on this fine afternoon?"
"The Leaky Cauldron please" Harry replied
"Sure thing sir, do you have any money for payment?" The conductor asked "Can't take you anywhere for free, you know"
"Will this do for payment?" Gomez asked, handing over a small pouch
The conductor opened the pouch and pulled out three small golden nuggets. The conductor's eyes widened, as they glistened in the light, a small smile on his face.
"Oh yes, that will be just fine" The conductor said, before he bowed "Welcome aboard the Knight Bus…Ernie, to the Leaky Cauldron, if you would be so kind!"
Harry and Gomez got on board and held on to one of the handles for standing passengers, just before the tires of the Knight Bus screeched and the bus started shooting off through the trees. The journey on the Knight Bus, for Harry, felt just as worse as it always did, whenever he rode the tower on wheels, he felt like he was going to throw up, once more. Gomez, however, seemed to enjoy the ride, as the two were thrown back and forth. If it wasn't for the fact, the two were holding onto some handles, they would have most likely gone flying off of the bus entirely.
After several minutes, the bus eventually came to a stop, outside the Leaky Cauldron. Harry brushed himself off, as he and Gomez left, where the bus immediately shot off, once more, as soon as their feet touched the ground. After brushing himself off, Harry led Gomez into the bar where, because Harry was in disguise, no one even batted an eye in their location. Their presence went entirely unnoticed, as Harry and Gomez went out the back door to the pub, that led to a beer garden. Gomez was confused, until Harry removed his wand and started tapping it against a brick wall, remembering the pattern, he saw Hagrid make, the first time the friendly half giant brought him here.
Gomez watched in amazement, as the bricks parted, turning into an archway, revealing Diagon Alley, completely hidden from the rest of the world. That amazement turned into shock, from how busy the place was.
"My goodness kiddo, you weren't joking about how busy this place is" He commented, as they made their way, towards the bank
"It's usually much busier" Harry shrugged "I'm guessing news of Voldemort's return have some people too scared to leave their houses"
Harry led Gomez further down the Alley, towards the large marble building, that was Gringotts Bank. Seeing no other witch or wizard inside, Harry took off the mask, taking in a massive breath of fresh air, now that he could properly breathe. Brushing his hair, hoping to tame it somewhat, Harry stuffed the mask in his robe pocket as the two approached the Goblin, sitting at the front desk, who looked up, noticing their presence.
"Can I help you today?" He asked, in a raspy voice
"I am Harry Potter, I am here to claim my Black inheritance" Harry declared, making sure to keep his voice low enough, just in case there was anyone listening
The Goblin narrowed his eyes, before he pulled out a knife and rune stone. Harry looked at them in confusion, before looking back to the Goblin, for an explanation.
"We've had many cases of witches and wizards using poly juice to claim an inheritance and Lordship that isn't theirs" The Goblin said "Use the knife to slice your palm and place it on the rune stone…the rune stone will read your blood and prove if you are, indeed, Mr Potter"
Harry took the knife, hesitantly, before he dug the tip into his palm and pulled at his skin, wincing as the blade tore at his flesh, causing blood to slowly seep from the wound. Putting down the knife, Harry pressed his palm against the rune stone, smearing his blood against it. He watched as the rune stone glowed green, before his wound healed instantly and the blood vanished off the knife. Harry looked to the Goblin nervously, to see the Goblin smiling.
"I'm glad to see you received the summons, Mr Potter" The Goblin said "Please, follow me"
Harry and Gomez followed the Goblin, as he made his way down from his desk and led the two down one of the corridors, towards a set of double doors, which donned the Black Family Crest, above the archway. The Goblin opened the door, to reveal a grand looking room, one might find in the Buckingham Palace, before gesturing for the two of them to sit on the seats, in front of the large wooden desk.
"Please sit down" The Goblin said "The Black's Account Manager will join you shortly"
The Goblin closed the doors, leaving Harry and Gomez alone, as they took their seats. Gomez looked around the room, as he pulled out a cigar, which he quickly lit.
"This is rather cozy isn't it?" He asked, before turning to Harry "May I ask you a question Harry?"
"What is it?" Harry replied
"I'm guessing you have friends right?" He asked, to which Harry nodded "Well, I was wondering, based on what you said at Brunch, do you plan on cutting them out of your life?"
"I…I haven't really thought about that" Harry admitted "I was too eager to get away from everything, I didn't really put them into consideration"
"Well, let me give you a bit of advice" Gomez said "Talk to them…tell them why you're leaving the Wizarding World behind…if they are unable to accept your reasons, then you move on without them…if they understand why you chose to leave and accept it, then you know to keep in contact with them…so talk to them, send them a letter, meet up with them if you must and just talk to them…friendship is a beautiful thing to waste"
"I know…I'll think about it" Harry replied
"Gomez nodded, before the door opened once more, where a different Goblin entered. This Goblin had scars on the right side of his face and was missing his right eye. In his hands, he carried 3 scrolls. He sat on the opposite side of the desk, where he gave Harry a toothy grin, whilst Harry tried to look anywhere but the gaping hole where the Goblins right eye once resided.
"Good afternoon, Mr Potter" The Goblin said "I am Dragon-Claw, the Account Manager for the Black Family, I understand that you are here to claim your inheritance"
Harry nodded and Dragon-Claw unrolled one of the scrolls and looked through the contents.
"Besides the money left for Remus Lupin and Andromeda and Nymphadora Tonks, Sirius Black has left you the entire Black Fortune, properties owned by the Black Family and the Lordship title…all you have to do is place your thumb on the square at the bottom of the parchment"
Harry placed his thumb against the square pointed out to him and watched as the scroll began to glow a golden hue, before it disappeared and a ring appeared on Harry's middle finger, on his right hand. The ring was a platinum band, with a black obsidian gemstone, in the centre. Harry looked at the ring on his hand, before Dragon-Claw spoke up again.
"Congratulations Lord Black" Dragon-Claw said, before picking up a second scroll "Now…I'm not the Potter Account Manager, but seeing as you are in my office, Mr Potter, I wondered if you wished to claim your Potter inheritance"
"My…Potter inheritance?" Harry repeated
"Yes, your parents made a will before they went into hiding" Dragon-Claw replied "In fact, as you are the last living Potter, you should have claimed your inheritance on your eleventh birthday, you would've received a letter about it, as well as multiple others reminding you to claim your inheritance…did you receive those letters?"
"No sir, I didn't even know I was a wizard until my eleventh birthday and no one told me about the inheritance when I first arrived at Gringotts" Harry replied "And I've not received any letters from Gringotts either"
"That's not right, seems something is blocking your mail" Dragon-Claw said "We'll need to look into that…if you would like to claim your Potter inheritance, then place your thumb on the square, at the bottom of the parchment"
Harry repeated the process and placed his thumb on the square, where a ring appeared on his middle finger, on his left hand. Unlike the Black ring, the Potter ring was a golden band, with a crimson ruby gemstone, in the centre.
"Congratulations Lord Potter" Dragon-Claw said "Besides the money given to Remus Lupin and Sirius Black, the entire Potter fortune is yours, as well as any properties own by the Potter family and the Potter lordship…because of Sirius Black's death, the money listed to him in your parents will, is included in your Black fortune"
"Thank you sir" Harry replied "Is there anything else?"
"There is" Dragon-Claw said, picking up the final scroll "It has come to our attention that the Malfoy family has been taking money out of the Black fortune…even though Narcissa Malfoy is a Black by birth, that doesn't give her the right to freely take money from the Black fortune, without permission from the Lord himself…as the new Lord Black you can have the money returned…this scroll contains the amount they have taken over the years…as well as possessions bought with the money"
"Harry looked through the list, where his grip tightened on the scroll, as his temper grew. He was outraged with the amount the Malfoy's had taken from the Black Fortune. However, he then saw something, that peaked his interest.
"They bought Malfoy Manor with the Black Fortune?" He asked
"They did indeed" Dragon-Claw nodded "Lucius saw the Manor on an auction and did everything in his power to possess it, using the Black Fortune to help him…it's your decision on what you choose to do with the property"
"Gomez, you're currently looking for a home for your family, right?" Harry asked, remembering what Morticia said when they first met
"I am indeed" Gomez replied, putting out his cigar "Why do you ask?"
"Because I think I've found you a home" Harry smirked
…
Lucius growled to himself, as he walked down one of the many corridors in his home. Things had been quite hectic the past few weeks. After the Wizarding World learnt about the Dark Lords return, the Ministry had started investigating the houses of suspected Death Eaters, especially those that had claimed to be under the Imperius Curse, during the first war. This included Lucius. Because of this, the Dark Lord moved into a Manor owned by Macnair who, so far, had been able to fly under the Ministry's radar.
It was that moment, when everything around him, began to spin and Lucius physically felt himself being thrown off of his property and removed from the Manors wards. When everything stopped spinning, Lucius found himself standing beside his wife and son, in the main hall of Gringotts Bank.
"Ah, Mr Malfoy" A Goblin approached "How can we help you today?"
"Goblin, why have my family and myself been removed from our home?" Lucius demanded
"Oh, I apologise, but Lord Black had claimed his inheritance and wasn't so happy to discover you bought your Manor, using the Black fortune" The Goblin smirked
"That's impossible!" Narcissa said "My son is the Black heir!"
"I'm afraid not Mrs Malfoy" The Goblin replied "Sirius Black, named Harry James Potter as the Black heir, before his death…and the same Harry James Potter was more then happy to demand that all the money you took from the Black Fortune is returned…you should receive and owl soon with the exact amount of money that has been taken from the Malfoy Accounts as repayment"
"Potter" Draco growled, angry that his nemesis had stolen his rightful place as the Black heir
"POTTER!" Lucius' enraged voice echoed across the halls of Gringotts Bank
…
Harry and Gomez stood at the gates of the building, formerly known as Malfoy Manor, overlooking the grand house and the hundreds of acres that seemed to stretch for miles. Harry couldn't help but smirk, as he thought about how Draco would react, when he finds out he won't be able to rely on his fathers money, for a long, long time.
"This place is grand Harry" Gomez said, putting his arm around Harry's shoulders "There is a dark and foreboding aura about this place…it's perfect…I'm sure the rest of the family will agree!"
"Speaking of, should we go and get them?" Harry asked
"No need lad, I've already summoned them" Gomez smiled
"Really, how will they be able to find us?" Harry asked
"When summoned by an Addams, the Family always know where to find them" Gomez said
As if, by magic, the Addams Family Packard V-12 appeared on the driveway, the headlight's illuminating the area, as the sun began to go down. One by one, each member made their way out the car, where each one of them looked at the Manor in approval.
"Harry dear, this is a wonderful House you've found for us" Morticia said "You didn't have to, you know"
Harry went to respond, only to notice that Uncle Fester seemed to be carrying three body bags. By the way the bags were moving, whoever was inside, must still be alive."What is that?" Harry asked
"Ah, this is a gift" Uncle Fester said "From us, to you"
Uncle Fester opened the body bags, to reveal the contents inside. Harry was shocked, when he saw who was inside the bags. Tied up, with their mouths sealed shut with duct tape and struggling against their restraints…
Was the Dursleys!
…
Well that's a cliffhanger.
I would like to thank Spirit Of The Black Wolf, for giving me the idea of Harry claiming his Black lordship and finding out the Malfoys have been using the Black Fortune for their own gain. When I was writing the chapter, I thought of the idea of Lucius buying Malfoy Manor with the Black Fortune and, therefore, gave the Manor to the Addams Family. Of course, Lucius won't take this lying down. Expect confrontation at some point.
Now, when writing this chapter, something made me think. Jeffgordanroyal asked me if characters from the Wednesday Tv Series will make an appearance. At first, I thought about having surprise cameos, but then I thought that, 'maybe Harry and Wednesday will go to Nevermore together and Harry needs to deal with issues there, whilst also dealing with Dumbledore and Voldemort'. Let me know what you think of this idea.
That is all for now, I hope you enjoyed and I will see you next time
Badger Out