I'm only going to write Authors Notes to respond to comments or if I have anything to say, although I will likely put my thoughts at the end so I can comment on the chapter. With that said:

Watcher123: Thank you for the support, when the Idea came into my head I originally wanted to throw Wednesday into Hogwarts and see how she interacts with the HP cast however, I found Harry, Ron and Hermione would become more obsolete the more I focus on Wednesday unless I invented problems for her to focus on or invented reasons to limit her involvement in the main plot, both solutions, too me, made the story feel hollow.

MythicSlasher: Yes Agony is Transgender in this story, hence why she tightens her fist, it won't be a major plot point but I wanted to show how Agony is free to be herself unsuppressed when compared to how the Dursley's forced Harry to suppress his magic, a part of himself.

Silence fell over the Great Hall upon the declaration of the unexpected name; a pin drop would sound like a gong the silence was simply that profound. Agony walked unfazed by the gawking student body, her footsteps sounding like blasts from a cannon.

"May we continue the sorting deputy headmistress, I would like to personalise my dormitory before the morning." Agony poses the question as a statement and moves to sit on the stool in front of the staff table.

Professor McGonagall stalls for only a second before silently placing the Sorting Hat on the Macabre girl's head. 'My, my, what an interesting mind you have, so much of what made your birth parents brilliant wrapped in the flair the Addams are so famous for' a voice spoke in Agony's head, its tone betrayed deep wisdom.

'Ha, most forget I'm as old as the castle once they hear my singing, although your mother had similar thoughts when she was being sorted all those years ago.' The Sorting Hat sighed with melancholy before continuing 'now as for yourself, I sense a great deal of cunning and ambition in you, however that has already been honed to a sharp point, a thirst for knowledge but your mind is already a library of ancient tombs, loyalty and hardworking but you already have a clan you belong to, no there is only one place for you to go.'

"It has better be, GRYFFINDOR!"

like a switch had been flipped the Gryffindor table erupted into acclaim, clapping and cheering harder for Agony than any previous sorting from recent history. Said Macabre had already moved to sit next to Hermione as to use the poor girl as a human shield from the masses trying to talk or, god forbid, touch the young Goth.

Sensing Agony's discomfort, even if she looked perfectly serene, Hermione played this role to the best of her ability, taking a small amount of satisfaction in having the traits that she often cursed for driving potential friends away be so useful for defending the antisocial girl next to her.

Once the last first year was sorted Dumbledore stood "now before we eat I have a few start of term notices I wish to announce, may I inform first years, and possibly remind our returning students, that the Forbidden Forest is, in fact, forbidden to all students. Also, the third floor corridor on the right hand side is out of bounds for anyone who does not wish to die a most painful death."

Agony gained a curious gleam in her eyes after Dumbledore mentioned death, she had already decided to explore the Forbidden Forest however this corridor is an interesting puzzle to keep herself occupied "dearest sister won't be able to escape the temptation, seems I'll be seeing her even more than what we had planned" Agony mused to herself, although Hermione was able to hear her any comment would be forgotten as Dumbledore began talking again.

"That is everything I wished to impart so I will let you get to the feast after these quick words, and here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak! Thank you!" And with a clap of his hands a banquet fit for kings appeared. Unlike most of the table, Agony and Hermione ate a more balanced meal at a more conserved rate, both silently judging some of the messier students although after the ginger child from the train starts spitting up food while talking Hermione starts an argument that lasted the whole feast.

With the food all consumed Dumbledore rose from his chair again "now that all our stomachs are full it's time for bed, off you go! Pip! Pip!" As the mob of students slowly made there way out of the hall the fifth year prefects gathered there first years and escorted them to their house dorms, Agony was making a mental map of the castle as the group made there way to the Gryffindor common room so ignored attempts at socialising from other students, after the male prefect, a Percy Weasley, gave the slightly pretentious password the first years were herded to bed.

Agony however was hardly tired, so she spent the night modifying her corner of the dormitory, a colour changing charm to swap reds and golds to jet black with silver highlights, a crystal ball decorated her desk, tape to act as a overt divider to the room and finally some basic protections for the bed, the prefects mentioned infamous pranksters in Gryffindor.

The next day all-consuming dread began to fill her body; Agony's first day of classes was so disappointing that, if she had any less control over her emotions, it's possible she might have cried.

Transfiguration had no useful spells coming up for the entire year, useless gimmick spells that Agony would never use again, Charms lacked any focus, instead they would be switching from one unrelated spell to another and Magical Theory was untested speculation and half-confirmed conclusions presented as fact. Furthermore, teachers apparently won't be teaching why spells work, the significance of how a witch or wizard move there wands or the origin of the spells they practice, making any adjustments to spells require Agony to research the spell thoroughly beforehand, wasted time and energy which could be going into researching the mystery behind the third floor corridor.

Their were numerous other issues Agony had about the school just from casual observation while she finished her mental map, so she spent that dinner writing them all down; handing them in all at once in public will cause the biggest impact, then maybe Hogwarts will grow to a standard higher than the monotony she fears she will start drowning in.

Hermione seemed to struggle with the idea of listing the faults of a mediocre school and its professors, perhaps her assumption on bullying at her previous school was more widespread than just children in their age range "instead of sitting there and worrying Hermione, perhaps if you voice your concerns I can begin to carve them out of your head."

Hermione bit her lip but complied "Agony, are you sure these problems actually exist? The professors would have fixed them by now if they could all be noticed by you in less than twenty-four hours, Hogwarts is the best magical school in Britain partially because they hire the best teachers, and even then headmaster Dumbledore wouldn't allow things to get this bad."

Agony stared intensely at Hermione causing her to draw into herself however a fire was still lit in her eyes. 'She defends the school with such certainty despite having no evidence to prove any of my faults delusions, she talks about Dumbledore as if mentioning him solves any problem I have, level of loyalty towards the headmaster reaches fanatical, chances of indoctrination low, chances of mind altering spells low, chances of mind altering potions minimal, returning to the theory that she was bullied by her teachers as well as peers before Hogwarts the chance of indoctrination towards positions of power, intentional or otherwise, rise to high. This needs to be looked into personally.'

Carefully raising her eyebrow, Agony responded "Dumbledore is only one man, not only does he have to advise the whole Wizengamot as the Chief Warlock but also manage any large international issues due to being the Supreme Mugwump of the I.C.W, his ability to be headmaster is limited so it isn't surprising that he has missed a lot of issues, just disappointing. As for Hogwarts's reputation and there stellar professors, Defence Against the Dark Arts has not had a consistent teacher for twenty-four years, History has not had a curriculum update for one-hundred and fifty-nine years, the number of Potion N.E.W.T students are at an all time low, the number of electives available has dropped to less than half over the last ninety-one years and the professors for most subjects are failing to properly prepare students the real world as seen by the increasing number of recent graduates being unable to find stable work." All said without Agony blinking once.

Hermione acted like she had been physically struck with every point Agony made, and considering the list in front of Agony was multiple parchments long Hermione had no chance at arguing back so she sighed and spent the remainder of dinner mulling over the lists Agony let her read.

The next day started with Defence Against the Dark Arts, which was one of the reasons Agony decided to attend Hogwarts instead of following her dearest sister, however the class both massively disappointing and intriguing; or more specifically the professor intrigued Agony. 'Fake stutter, arched back, forced hunch of his shoulders, trying and failing to look unthreatening. The story of vampires attacking him while on sabbatical is likely false since his cowering is just an act of torture to the watcher, must be a cover story for what actually happened while he was out of the country. With the previous deduction the candles are not for warding against vampires, but instead serve another purpose, to further sell the cover story? Hiding something in plain sight? Casual sadism? More information is required. Unsubtle glares, minute shifts in facial expressions and a minor break in his act whenever addressing me indicates a grudge born from hatred, threat level unknown, likely high.'

Agony thought over the data she had on her teacher and came up lacking, analysing the room showed nothing out of place, the professor himself didn't have anything obvious hidden on his person either so she seemed to be at a dead end.

Once Defence Against the Dark Arts ended and Agony quickly hid inside one of the empty classrooms nearby, the ethereal Raven appeared on her shoulder as Agony spoke towards her shoulder "dearest sister I need you to trace professor Quirrell's journey over this summer, I'm planning to break into his office and quarters soon so by the weeks end we will have answers."

The Raven left and returned to whisper in her ear again "the corridor can wait for now, it may even be related if I'm lucky, I'm far more interested in the puzzle surrounding the professor."

Once the Raven disappeared to deliver her final message Agony made to leave however, when the bird returned and whispered in her ear once again Agony raised an eyebrow "do not claim to be uninterested in that endless hunger that rests underneath her surface, Miss Granger may very well rival an Addams's intensity once she has shrugged off her shackles."

Unfortunately, the Defence Against the Dark Arts was the only class to hold Agony's interest, although she got plenty of material for her growing list on Hogwarts's faults during the rest of the week. Herbology was too tame with the most dangerous plant being devils snare, though she could admit professor Sprout was as passionate and knowledgeable about plants as mother. Astronomy lacked any of the breakthroughs the mundane world has made, their professor has already spread false information, and History was even more worthless than expected to the point that Agony didn't stay for the lesson believing her time was better spent checking professor Quirrell's classroom, office and bedroom for wards and traps.

However as the last lesson of the week approached Agony felt her intrigue spike, rumours around school collectively told of the hell this class was, about a man who could make the toughest of students cry and the bravest tremble with but a few words. Being taught by a master of psychological torture was a rare opportunity and possibly a slice of hope in the monotony Hogwarts was swiftly becoming.

With a smirk on her lips, Agony took the stairs down to the dungeon where her final class of the week was taking place.

Potions.

Am I going hard on the Hogwarts bashing? Yes I am, I've always had a problem with how Hogwarts handled how Harry was treated by his peers, that will be addressed later when Agony starts to acknowledge their existence, and what seems to be a extremely limited curriculum compared to what is seen possible with magic, which I just find disappointing.

However, by addressing those problems now I may work on them so that by the time this fanfiction reaches Voldemorts return they have been slowly resolved and Hogwarts is in a position where it doesn't need my focus.

As you may have noticed I changed the genre from romance to mystery, this doesn't mean that I won't go for romance however considering the main cast are all currently 11 it won't be for awhile.

Finally I'm going to be sticking to a weekly update schedule, for now every Tuesday, until further notice. As it is just me with no beta reader I like to check over my work and make small edits before release, sorry about that but I would rather have quality over quantity.

Next chapter: Malfoy shows up, Agony has a strong opinion on professor Snape and the scar I have purposely not mentioned is discussed.