I do not own Harry Potter, or the Addams Family
Hello guys, Badger here. Things have been a bit hectic. Writers block has been a bit of a bitch lately, but updates on other stories are slowly coming together, so expect them soon. For now, I hope you enjoy this chapter.
This is another long one, I didn't plan on this chapter being as long as it is, but if you enjoy longer chapters, then this is one for you. For now, enjoy and I will see you at the end.
Chapter 4
Doth thee needeth a new wand?
Vernon and Dudley entered the dining area, after waking up to the smell of a full English breakfast. Vernon sat down, with a small grunt, just as Petunia started plating up the breakfast, adding a lot of his favourites as she did so. Before tucking into the giant dish in front of him, Vernon looked around, feeling like something was off. After taking a few minutes to look around, realisation finally hit him.
"I say, Pet, where is the freak?" He asked "He should be doing his chores"
"He wasn't around when I came downstairs" Petunia replied "I tried knocking on his door, but I received no response…and he still hasn't come downstairs"
"Hmm…well, the less I have to see the boy, the better" Vernon grunted, after a moment "I don't want him ruining my summer"
Petunia and Dudley were in agreement as they started digging into their breakfast. To begin with, everything was quiet. Everything was normal. However, after a while, there was a knock at their front door. Which caught them by surprise. None of them were expecting visitors. Especially at this time of day.
"It can't be the postman can it" Petunia asked, as someone knocked on the door again
"It's Sunday, there's no post on Sundays" Vernon said "It's probably one of those Jehovah Witnesses lot…just ignore them, they'll go away soon"
It was that moment, when the door burst open, nearly flying off of its hinges, as it hit the wall with massive force that it caused a hole, with cracks stretching across the drywall. The sudden action caused the Dursleys to jump in shock, nearly spilling their food as they did so, before Vernon got up from his seat, starting to go purple from rage. He approached the front door, to see who it was, with Petunia and Dudley keeping a small distance behind him.
The two strangers in front of Vernon were a strange duo. One was a fairly old woman, who almost seemed ancient in age, looking like the long walking stick in her hands was keeping her upright. The second was an extremely pale and manic looking man, who had a big grin on his face.
"I don't know who you are, but how dare you burst in here!" He exclaimed, his anger and volume in his voice not fazing the two strangers "And I'm charging you for the damages done to my wall…get out of my house, before I call the police!"
"I would be careful of that temper of yours young man" The elderly woman said, pointing her walking stick in Vernon's direction "That won't help with your blood pressure!"
"My husband told you to leave" Petunia screeched "I'm warning you…we will call the police, if you don't leave this instant!"
"I'm afraid we can't do that" the pale man said "Brothers orders"
Before the Dursleys could say anything, the elderly woman tapped her walking stick against the floor boards, once with a dull thud, causing thick ropes to wrap around the Dursleys, making them go stiff, as they fell to the ground.
"Freaks!" Petunia yelled, as she struggled against the restraints "You two are freaks…just like my good for nothing sister and nephew!"
"Thank you, that's kind of you to say" the pale man said, with a genuine smile on his face "Now, hold still"
The Dursleys continued to struggle against the ropes in protest, as the pale man took out a sack bag and placed them over their heads.
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Harry couldn't help but stand in shock, as he saw who it was covered in the body bags. His uncle, aunt and cousin, were struggling against their restraints. All three of them had their mouths sealed shut by duct tape, making Harry believed that Uncle Fester had gagged them, having had enough of their voices. Uncle Vernon had a problem of running his mouth and Harry had no doubt that he had threw all kinds of insults and slurs to the Addams Family, before he was gagged. When the Dursleys saw Harry in front of them, their eyes narrowed and, even though Harry couldn't hear what they were saying, the tone in their muffled hums was one of anger. Harry guessed the Dursleys believed, he had orchestrated this.
"Uncle Fester, what the fuck have you done?" Harry asked, finally finding his voice
"My brothers orders Harry" Uncle Fester said, with a massive grin "Before you and he left, he asked for me to find them and bring them to you…thankfully Grandmama was able to locate their location fairly easily"
"You ordered this?" Harry turned to Gomez, who gave a dismissive shrug
"What did you expect Harry?" Gomez asked "After what you told us, do you really believe that we would just leave them be…they deserve some kind of punishment"
"He is right, dear" Morticia said, placing a gentle hand on Harry's shoulders, causing the tension he felt to relax slightly "You didn't deserve what they done to you…you're a fine young man and they treated you like a slave…we figured it was only fair for you to decide what to do with them"
"You could have them killed if you wanted" Uncle Fester spoke up, causing the anger in the Dursleys eyes to turn to one of fear
Harry was quiet, as he looked at the Dursleys, his body relaxing under the tender touch of Morticia's hand on his shoulder. He didn't know what to do with the Dursleys. He didn't want to let them go, but he didn't want to kill them either…at least, he thought he didn't want to kill them. They have, after all, caused so much pain and torment in his life for over ten years. Treated him worse then the Malfoy's treated Dobby. He had been his slave, ever since he was old enough to learn to cook and clean. His hand clenched into a fist. They needed to be punished. And he had an idea for where to begin.
"I believe this lovely manor of ours has a cellar" He said "Lock them up in there…make sure they are fed and watered at least once every day, I think a glass of warm, dirty, water and a slice of stale bread would be more then enough for them…I'll figure out what to do with them from there"
"Your wish is our command Harry" Uncle Fester bowed where, with a wicked smile, he dragged the protesting Dursleys into the Manor
Harry watched the Dursleys being dragged away with a small, satisfied, cruel smile on his face. Until he went to Hogwarts, water and stale bread was, more often then not, the only nutrition he was giving to keep himself sustained. So, he decided to put them through similar torture. He knew it would be worse for Vernon and Dudley, the two whales loved their food. He'd leave them for a few days, before deciding on what to do with them. That is if starvation doesn't take them, Harry doubted the three would eat or drink whatever the Addams Family gave them.
"Good lad, Harry" Gomez said, wrapping an arm around Harry's shoulders, as he took a drag from his cigar "I'm glad you decided to punish them and not let them go free…now come on, let's take a look inside our new home shall we?"
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Across the country, Ron, Hermione and Ginny were in a frenzy, as they sat in Ron's room, distressed about the news of Harry's disappearance.
"I don't understand why Harry would run away" Ron commented "He wouldn't just leave us for no reason"
"Honestly Ron, I know you're thick at times, but you're not that thick!" Hermione exclaimed "Think about everything that's happened over the past year…think about everything that's happened EVERY year at Hogwarts…time and time again Harry ends up in danger and people get hurt…or killed…everything probably just became too much for him to deal with…first he has to deal with being called a cheat after being forced into the Tournament, where Cedric is killed and Voldemort returns, then he has to spend an entire year with people like Umbridge and Malfoy making snide remarks about him at every opportune moment and nearly everyone believing he's lying about Voldemort's return and then Sirius dies…can you blame him for running away?"
Ron turned red, as he looked down in shame, especially after being reminded about the Tournament, where he had turned his back on his best friend out of jealousy. He vowed to stay by Harry's side, not wanting to abandon him again, after Harry forgave him.
"We're going to have to do something!" Ginny exclaimed, not making an attempt to wipe the tears from his eyes "We need to find him…before You-Kn…Voldemort does!"
"I know Ginny, but how?" Hermione asked "He left no hints or clues for where he might be going…I don't think he even knew where he was going, he probably just wanted to get far away as possible from his relatives…what can we do?"
"We…we could send him a letter" Ron suggested, rubbing the back of his neck
"Would he even send a reply, if we did?" Ginny asked "Before we parted ways he wouldn't talk to any of us, no matter what we tried, what makes you think he'll respond to a letter?"
"Do you have any better ideas?" Ron snapped
"We have to try" Hermione spoke up, before a shouting match could break out between the hot headed, red heads "It's Harry…if he sees how much we're worried about him, he'll respond to whatever letter we send him…and if he doesn't, you know what he's like…the guilt will eat away at him, until he sends us a letter"
"Well, you're good with the whole letter thing, Hermione" Ron commented "If he'll respond to anyone, it would be you"
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Harry was alone, as he entered, what he guessed to be, formerly Draco's bedroom. The rest of the Addams Family was busy exploring the rest of the Manor, after Uncle Fester threw the Dursleys in the cellar, with a manic smile on his face. Harry smirked, as he looked around the bedroom. It seemed that Draco didn't have time to gather any of his things before the Malfoy's were evicted: jewels, pristine new robes, all kinds of interesting trinkets, as well as his Nimbus 2001. Harry doubted it was better then his Firebolt, but he was going to have to test it for himself. He almost laughed out loud, when he even saw the boys wand resting against the nightstand. No doubt Draco was fuming about being evicted from his home and losing the Black inheritance. If the blonde asked him nicely, the Harry might give him his possessions back…maybe.
Harry was suddenly alerted to the sound of a pitter patter in his room. A pitter pattering he had heard before. Something was moving around the room. It seemed to be coming from the large, dark, wooden wardrobe, in the corner of the room, that towered over everything else. Cautiously, Harry approached, before quickly opening the door, where he almost screamed, as he jumped back in shock. Crawling along the shelves of the wardrobe, was a severed hand, covered in stitches, using its fingers to move, like a spider. The hand seemed to also jump in shock, when Harry opened the cupboard door, before it jumped down and scampered out of the room, before Harry could do anything.
It was that moment, when Wednesday appeared in the doorway.
"I did wonder where Thing disappeared off to, he does enjoy to wander" She said, casually before turning to Harry
"Thing?" Harry asked
"The hand, we call him Thing" Wednesday said, with a slight shrug of her shoulders "He was around long before I was born and I don't know where he came from…mother and father won't tell me…I don't know if I would call him a pet, but he's a part of the Family, just like the rest of us"
Harry nodded slightly. He wasn't sure if he wanted to know where…'Thing' came from, but he did know he wouldn't classify the hand as a pet. Let alone wanting a hand as a pet. There was a small silence, as Wednesday tilted her head, as she looked at Harry.
"Why did you do it?" She asked
"Do what?" Harry raised an eyebrow
"Lock your relatives in the cellar" Wednesday said, as if it was obvious "Judging by things that they have done to you, I would've thought you would kill them…it's what they deserve"
"Even though that may be true, I don't think I have it in me to kill someone" Harry replied, though he felt like that wasn't strictly true "The way you talk so casually about killing them…have you ever killed anyone?"
"Yes" Wednesday replied, without missing a beat, the sudden answer taking Harry aback by how casual she sounded "Sometimes because it was necessary, other times because they couldn't keep up with me"
"C-Couldn't keep up?" Harry replied "What do you mean?"
"Maybe you'll find out, sooner or later" Wednesday replied, before walking away, disappearing from view
Harry swallowed nervously, as he remained where he was. He wasn't sure what she meant and he didn't know if he wanted to find out. The casualness in her voice, as she spoke of killing was chilling. Yet another thing that creeped him out about this family. Wednesday though, creeped him out the most. He found her to be quite beautiful, yet she scared him, chilled him to the bone. It was quite confusing. Was he attracted to her? Or scared of her? He wasn't sure.
He placed his hands in his pockets, where he felt his fingers brush against the wood of his wand. Pulling it out, realisation came to him. Even if he did learn more magic, whether that was from the Addams Family, or from another source, there was just one problem. Harry's wand still had the Trace. If he ever used it, its possible it will trigger the Trace alerting the Ministry, and possibly Dumbledore and Voldemort to his location. He needed to get it sorted. And there was only one man who could help him. Stuffing his wand back into his pocket, he rushed out of the room, looking for Grandmama, who he found talking with Morticia, in the dining area. The two were in conversation, though stopped when they noticed him.
"Harry, dear, can we help you?" Morticia asked
"Yes" Harry said "Grandmama, I was wondering if you had another one of those…masks…I need one, I need to head back to the Alley"
"Of course, I have a dozen you can use" Grandmama smiled, but frowned slightly "May I ask, why do you need to head back to the Alley"
"My wand" Harry replied "Even though I am Lord Potter-Black, I am still underage, as such, my wand still contains the Trace…if I use my wand, it will alert people of my location as, no offence, but from what you've said, I doubt you'll be classed as Magical beings in their society"
"No offence taken dear" Morticia smile, reassuringly "How do you plan on dealing with this Trace problem"
"By talking to the only man who can help" Harry replied "Garrick Ollivander, he's a wand maker in Diagon Alley and is an expert on wands, he'll be able to help me"
"If he can help, then its fine by me" Morticia said "Do you need one of us to accompany you?"
"No thank you" Harry replied "I can look after myself and I think I'll be fine under my disguise"
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Meanwhile, Fred had finished writing a letter to Harry where, after reading through it about four times over, to make sure it was perfect, he wrote Harry's name on the envelope, before handing it to Pidgwidgeon. The small owl looked at the letter for a moment, before taking it in its beak, and flew off, into the distance.
"Do you think he'll be able to find Harry?" George asked from behind Fred
"I'm hoping so" Fred replied "But seeing as there is not hint, clue, or bread crumb as to where Harry could have possible gone, that hope is very slim…I just hope he's fine wherever he is"
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Harry, once more under a brand new disguise, found himself being thrown about on the Knight Bus, for the second time in a matter of hours. Thankfully, the conductor asked no questions when Harry handed over a few Galleons he had found laying about in Draco's room. It's not like the blonde ponce was going to need them. After several minutes, the Knight Bus, pulled up outside the Leaky Cauldron and, after taking a moment to make sure his disguise was still intact, Harry made his way out and entered the old pub where, once more, his presence went unnoticed by those inside, as he made his way to the back, where he opened the entrance to the Alley.
As it was much later in the day, Diagon Alley was less busy, though there was still a good amount of people around. As Harry made his way to Ollivanders, he caught sight of Nymphadora Tonks, her bright bubblegum pink hair practically stood out for miles. No doubt she was standing guard around the Alley, hoping to catch sight of Harry. Orders from Dumbledore, if Harry had to guess. He was glad he came in disguise. Tonks took no notice of him, as he entered Ollivanders and, after making closing the blinds on the windows, to make sure no one would spot him, took off his mask. Mere seconds later, Ollivander appeared, looking surprised when he saw Harry standing there.
"Mr Potter, 11 inches, made from Holly, with a Phoenix Feather Core" He greeted, as he stood behind his desk "What brings you to my store today?"
"I have a question regarding my wand and, seeing as you are a wand expert, I figured you were the best person to ask for help" Harry replied
"Well I'll be happy to help with any enquires you have" Ollivander smiled "So, what can I help you with?"
"As I understand it, wands have the Trace, which allows the Ministry to know if underage magic laws are being broken" Harry said "There have been times where I've had to use my wand, outside of school, to defend myself and got into trouble because of the Trace…I was wondering if there was a way to remove it"
"Hmm…I can understand why you would want the Trace removed, can't have you getting into trouble for defending yourself" Ollivander said, rubbing his chin "Unfortunately I can't help you…all pre-made wands have the Trace already built into them…it can't be forcefully removed…it automatically expires once a witch or wizard turns of age, which in Britain, will be 17"
"Isn't there something that can be done?" Harry asked
"There is only one solution" Ollivander replied "And that is making you a custom wand…custom wands don't have the Trace built into them…however, it will take some time to make…and they are, of course, more expensive then the pre-made wands I have on the shelves"
"Time and price doesn't matter to me sir" Harry replied
"Fair enough" Ollivander nodded, "please follow me"
Harry followed the ancient wand maker, into the back of the store, into a back room, where Harry was greeted with dozens, upon dozens of blocks of wood and jars, containing all kinds of strange materials.
"Making a custom wand isn't as simple as making a wand and hoping that one day, a witch or wizard will pair with them" Ollivander said, as he placed one of each block of wood on a table, in front of Harry "Making a custom wand is about what materials call to ones magic…now, I want you to lift up your hand and move it over each block of wood…I want you to pick up the block that calls to you"
Harry wasn't sure what the ancient wand maker meant, though he imagined it was similar to when Harry first touched his wand when he was 11. With a hand hovering in the air, he moved it over each block of wood. Not feeling even a small tingle, until his hand hovered over a dark block of wood, where he felt a strange buzzing feeling around his fingers. Feeling like this is the one, Harry picked it up.
"Ah, Blackthorn wood" Ollivander said "A wand which, I've found, is best suited to a warrior…and is no slouch when it comes to the Dark Arts"
Gently taking the wood from Harry, Ollivander led the boy to the other side of the room, where a bunch of jars sat, proudly, on the shelves.
"These jars, contain and all manner of cores" Ollivander explained "One of these will call to you, just like the wood…look around and take your time…the answer will come to you soon"
Harry nodded, as he looked to each and every jar. There were feathers, hairs, whiskers, even teeth, horns and strange, gooey substances. None of them seemed to be calling to him. Until his gaze landed on a jar, that contained jet black hairs that were so sharp, they could probably cut someone if they handled them wrong. Reaching out, Harry picked up the jar, where he felt the same buzz he felt with the wood.
"A Thestral Tail Hair Core?" Ollivander said "I must say, it's not easy to gather the hairs when one can't see the beast in front of them…I must say Mr Potter, with such a combination, I imagine this wand of yours will be quite powerful…it will take a couple of hours to make Mr Potter, so I recommend coming back later"
"Okay, I'll take a look around the Alley until then" Harry replied
Ollivander nodded and moved to an area in the room, which contained a lot of tools. Most likely for wand crafting. Not wanting to disturb the man, Harry made his way out of the store, putting his disguise back on, before leaving. Looking to make sure he didn't draw the attention of Tonks, Harry made his way down to Gringotts. He wasn't sure how much a custom wand cost, and considering he hoped to pick up a few spell books, he thought it was best to make a withdrawal. Gringotts was just as busy as it was earlier in the day, making Harry wonder if the Goblins took breaks and had homes to go to. Taking off his mask, once more, Harry approached the Goblin at the front desk, who looked surprised to see him.
"Mr Potter" The Goblin said "I didn't expect you to come back, so soon…is there something we can help you with?"
"I was looking to make a withdrawal" Harry said, where an idea came to him "I was also wondering if there is something I can use to withdraw galleons, without having to come to the bank?"
"Ah, you'll want one of the Vault Pouches" The Goblin said "If you'll follow me to your vault, I'll get a Goblin to pick one up for you"
Harry nodded and waited, as the Goblin spoke to another, before leading Harry to the carriages. The journey to his vault, wasn't as bad as it was earlier, but it still made his stomach churn and spin in circles. The Goblin led Harry to his vault, where they were met by another Goblin, who had a pouch in his hands. As well as some kind of small, thin card. They handed the pouch and card over to the other Goblin, who turned to Harry.
"Here is your Vault Pouch, Mr Potter, if you put some gold in here, it will recognise your vault, allowing you to remove more gold from the pouch without having to return to the bank" The Goblin said, handing over the pouch, before holding up the gold card "This, is a gift from the bank…the Gringotts Bank Card, this will allow you to make transactions from your vault in the Muggle World, don't worry, the card immediately converts the necessary gold into Muggle Currency upon transaction"
"Thank you sir" Harry bowed, slightly, as he took the card
The Goblin bowed in return, before opening Harry's vault. Harry still felt overwhelmed, at the amount of gold that was waiting for him. It was so much more then what was in the vault left for him by his parents. Entering the vault, Harry took two handfuls of gold, before sealing the pouch. He didn't need to take much, as it allowed him to take out more gold when he needed it. Putting his pouch and bank card, securely, in his pockets, Harry was led back out of the vaults, where he thanked the Goblins, putting on his mask once again, before leaving the bank.
Harry immediately made his way to Florish and Blotts, though this time he chose to keep his mask on, as he looked through the shelves, hoping to find some spell books. He did find a couple of books on duelling, as well as a book on some advanced spells, though that wasn't enough. He looked through all the shelves, yet none of the books was drawing his attention. Even when he looked through the pages, nothing caught his gaze. If he wanted to find spell books, he was going to have to look elsewhere. As he purchased the books, in his hands, he did think of one place to look. Though it was dangerous. Knockturn Alley. Harry remembered that place, when he ended up there by mistake before his Second Year started. That place contained a lot objects, trinkets and stores that had an affinity for the Dark Arts. However, if Harry was to find some books, then that was the place to look.
After paying for his books, Harry left the bookstore and made his way to where, to his recollection, the entrance to Knockturn Alley was. Seeing the sign, he entered through the passage way, where he immediately felt the cold atmosphere of Knockturn Alley, the exact opposite of the warm feelings from Diagon Alley. Harry made sure to keep his head down, to avoid drawing attention, as he walked through the narrow alleyway, trying not to bump into any of the creepy, and possibly diseased, citizens who resided there. As he made his way down Knockturn, he looked at the signs, where he found what he was looking for:
"Dolohov's Tomes, Spells and the Dark Arts"
Whilst he wasn't sure about the Dark Arts, Harry entered, hoping to find some books that could help him. The place was quite dingy and dark, the books looking ominous and old, like they had been around for a long time. Longer then the books in Florish and Blotts. There was an elderly man, with several missing teeth, sat behind a desk, who looked up, when the bell dinged above the door. He stood up and gave Harry a smile, showing just how many teeth he was missing. As well as the lack of dental hygiene.
"Welcome sir" He said "How may I help you today?"
"I was wondering if you had any spell books" Harry replied
"Of course, we have plenty of those" The man chuckled "Did you have anything in mind?"
"Anything that you won't find in Florish and Blotts" Harry replied
The smile on the mans face seemed to grow as it spread across his face. It was practically glowing. The man gestured for him to follow, where he led him to a section of the store, where the books seemed to be never ending, each one thick with pages, possibly containing all kinds of spells. Harry browsed through the shelves, picking out several books, including:
Magically Advanced Spells for the Not-So-Average Wizard
Spells of the Dark Ages
Hexes and Curses for any occasion
As he picked up several books, he found himself picking up a couple of books on the Dark Arts. Whilst he didn't see himself using them himself, he picked up one of them, because it was titled:
Dark Arts: How to Recognise spells and Defend yourself correctly
If Harry did end up getting ambushed or attack by Voldemort, his Death Eaters, or some other sick, sadistic, individual, then it would be nice to know what to look out for. He couldn't just hope and pray that his 'Potter Luck', will help him get out of every situation. Even though he did have the Addams Family, he was now on his own, without anyone watching his back, so he needed to improve his duelling and magic. The man running the store had a look of greed on his face, when he saw the amount of gold Harry handed over to him, when he payed for his books. They were quite expensive. Harry must've payed over 500 galleons for amount of books he had. The man waved as he said goodbye.
After leaving the store, Harry decided to head back to Ollivanders. He wasn't sure how much time had passed, so he decided to head back and see how the wand crafting was going. He was glad to leave Knockturn Alley, the place was just too creepy. Shivering at the feeling, he made his way back to Ollivanders. The blinds were still closed, so as soon as he entered, he took off the mask. He saw Ollivander, packing up something into a box, though the man looked up, when he heard the door close.
"Ah, Mr Potter" He said, a smile on his face "perfect timing, I've just finished your wand…would you like to see it?"
"Yes please" Harry nodded
Ollivander smiled, and opened the box, he had just closed, removing a black wand. The wand had an ominous look to it, unlike his other wand, it was all one piece, the wood looked like it had been carved by hand, with jagged edges and rough edges. However, despite the roughness of the wand, there was a sense of elegance to it, with runes engraved along the handle. Harry wasn't sure what the runes meant, but he was sure that he could find them in a book somewhere.
"12 ¼ inches, made from Blackthorn Wood, with a Thestral Tail Hair Core" Ollivander said, handing the wand over to Harry
Harry took the wand and instantly, felt incredible power, as he began to glow a golden hue, that illuminated the entire store.
"Incredible, I knew the wand would make an powerful combination" Ollivander said "With such a reaction like that, I expect great things from you Mr Potter"
"How much do I owe you?" Harry asked pulling out his pouch
"As it is a custom wand, it will cost 50 Galleons" Ollivander said "I charge extra for wrapping it, but I don't think you need that"
Harry nodded, as he handed over the required amount, entranced by the power he could feel in his hands.
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Across the country, Lucius was fuming, as he paced back and forth. After being evicted from Malfoy Manor, he and his family moved into one of the old Manors, owned by one of his great great grandfathers. However, as it hadn't been inhabited or cared for, for decades, the place was pretty run down and decrepit. Due to the amount of damage, it was going to take more then magic to fix. It was going to take time…and money. Usually money wouldn't be an issue, however 30% of the Malfoy fortune had been taken from their vaults, to repay the amount of money they took from the Black vaults and, now that they had been blocked from using the Black fortune, if they hoped to fully fix up the Manor they now lived in, it was going to take most of their remaining fortune to do so. For repairs and refurnishing. Lucius growled as he thought about Potter. That boy was becoming a major thorn in his side.
Lucius refused to live as a pauper. The Malfoy's were one of the best families in Britain. A family of wealth and respect. And Potter had taken away what was rightfully theirs. As Lucius paced, he thought of a way to take everything back. The only way to do that, was an honour duel. Potter would have to accept an honour duel, unless he wanted to lose his magic. Lucius knew he would win. He was an excellent duellist, whilst Potter was a mere boy, who only won because he had his friends to back him up. The boy was weak. And when Lucius won, not only will Potter be dead, but Lucius would also own the Black, and Potter, fortune.
Lucius smirked, as he started making plans to set up the honour duel. Soon, Potter will die.
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And that's the new chapter done. What did you guys think?
I am still unsure about what to do with the Dursleys. I don't know whether to kill them or not. For now I'm going to put them through some torture. If you have any ideas for what kind of torture they should go through, do let me know. If I like it, then I will do it.
After some debate, I have decided that Harry and Wednesday will go to Nevermore. I don't know when they will, but they will. The two will meet characters from the Wednesday show and the two will have to deal with situations there, which may or may not be similar to what happened in the Wednesday show. I imagine it will be different. Of course, they'll have to deal with Dumbledore and Voldemort trying to find them at the same time.
For now, I hope you enjoyed this, very long, chapter and I hope to see you next time.
Badger Out