Hermione Granger stood in front of the pretty lake, a brisk pine-scented breeze making this girl's bushy hair becoming even more unkempt. Sunk in her absolute gloom, Hermione ignored the happy chattering of a nearby large crowd of people and their children on this very fine day outdoors. What'd she done to deserve this?

Oh, right, the whole horrible situation with being petrified by that stupid basilisk back at Hogwarts this May. Her parents had been totally furious about never being told of their daughter nearly getting killed by that magical snake. There was serious talk between Hermione's mother and father of refusing to let her return to that damn castle in Scotland the next term. In the meantime before a final decision was made, Hermione had been sent to stay with her American relatives to keep her away from any possible contact with magic for the summer.

Realizing that any pleading, argument, or outbursts would only result in a permanent ban from the British wizarding world by the older Grangers, Hermione had sullenly gone along. At least she'd managed to send letters to Ron and Harry explaining things and also vowing that no matter what, this young witch would somehow persuade her parents to change their minds.

Now, she was here, living with her overseas relatives. Hermione had never actually gotten a decent answer as to the exact familial relationship between herself and those who'd still insisted she courteously call them 'Uncle' and 'Aunt.'

By then, Hermione was already regretting caving in without a fight over coming to the United States. All it'd taken was several dismayed minutes in the presence of two people so outrageously cheerful that Hermione wanted to scream at them to just stop it!

Not that this was likely to happen during the entire appalling stay at this ghastly place with those other girls who in the main reminded Hermione of her younger schoolmates before Hogwarts so obsessed with their appearance and status. Becoming even more depressed by the second at how long the whole summer would seem, Hermione wandered over to the nearest tree.

Standing in front of the leafy maple, Hermione began to slowly pound her forehead against that tree's trunk. With any luck, this would produce a hopefully adequate concussion to put her in the hospital cabin for a couple days with lots of books to read in bed.

After the first half-dozen thumps, Hermione heard from behind a stranger's whisper raptly urging, "Harder."

Turning around while a little dazedly flicking off shreds of dislodged bark from her forehead, Hermione saw standing there another girl around her own age but who otherwise appeared quite unlike any other young lady there. Instead of being in a bright, sunny dress with her hair fashionably done, this other girl was clad in stark black plus a white collar and a simple coiffure consisting of a pair of pigtails.

Hermione also instantly felt a strange sensation shiver through her entire body, making this English witch unthinkingly react by subtly flexing her arm so that Hermione's wand previously hidden by her long-sleeved blouse slid down into her cupped palm.

Looking right away at this hand holding a magical stick ready for casting any necessary hex, that unusual girl now said thoughtfully, "A wand user? I didn't know there was another witch here."

Gaping at the girl wearing midnight, Hermione tried, "What're you talking about? Witches don't exist…"

Trailing off at that girl's pitying glance, Hermione Granger was interrupted in saying anything else by the unwanted arrival of her…ugh…uncle.

As nauseatingly upbeat as ever, Gary Granger yelped, "Oh, good, Hermione, you've met Wednesday Addams! I just know you ladies will be great pals! C'mon, your aunt's going to give her opening speech!"

At those last words, Uncle Gary reached out with both hands to clamp these onto Hermione's and Wednesday's respective shoulders, dragging them along in a hurried march to where Becky Martin-Granger was waiting at the forefront of an expectant crowd of Camp Chippewa visitors and campers.

Fuming at this offensive manhandling but not willing to risk a scene right now by shrugging loose, Hermione instead shot a dark look upwards at Uncle Gary. Hmm, it wouldn't be very hard to hide his body afterwards with her wand—

The two girls' gazes met across a safari shirtfront, recognizing at once their identical homicidal moods.

*Well, now,* Hermione thought. *Maybe it won't be too bad here. Addams, he said? That sounds familiar. I think I read the name in one of the books in Hogwart's Restricted Section…*

As for Wednesday, she was also reflecting, *A possible ally, maybe? That girl certainly detests him as much as Pugsley and I do. Better write to Grandmama about this; she didn't ever mention very much about things going on in England lately except for that idiotic Dark Lord who got taken down by a baby years ago.*

Seconds later, a pair of extremely dangerous female youths were standing side-by-side, barely noticing Aunt Becky's enthusiastic blather about how thrilled she was to see them all here for another summer at Camp Chippewa. Why, it'd be really wonderful making new friends among the rest of the kids at the greatest camp in the whole wide world!

From out of the corners of their eyes, Hermione and Wednesday regarded the other. They soon developed matching gleeful smiles of wicked conspiracy which if the mundanes could've foresee what chaos and terror these fiendish expressions would portend, the entire crowd there would've fled for their lives.

Author's Note: Yes, in that 1993 supernatural comedy film, those characters portrayed by Peter MacNicol and Christine Baranski are really identified during the cast credits as Gary Granger and Becky Martin-Granger. How could any fanfiction writer resist introducing none other than their possible niece, Hermione Granger?

I couldn't find any other story in Google using the same crossover. If you know of one, drop me a line in the review section.