Chapter 1
A Creepy and Kooky Change
Note from J.M. Jackson: Welcome to my newest Fanfiction story, Harry Potter: The Creepy and the Kooky. For some time, there has been a meme on Facebook about if Harry was raised by the Addams Family, and recently, a group on Facebook I am in, Dreadpunk = Gothic Horror, posted that meme, and I commented that I had been starting work on such a story. I was then inundated by alerts from people pleading with me to post it, to write it, and even the group owner themselves asked me to publish it, and so I began to write it. Now, I'm still writing it, but I'm at the point where I'm ready to start publishing it weekly. It is my hope that this story is enjoyed and that I do it justice. Obviously, there will be a lot of changes from Canon, but that's the point of Fanfiction.
The Addams Family I used for the basis of the story is from the 1990's movies, with Raul Julia and Anjelica Huston, Christopher Lloyd and Christina Ricci. Obviously, there are some major changes, such as Fester not being missing for 25 years, but it is their personalities and looks that I use in this story.
I also want to thank the website Hogwarts is Here, which was the site I used for my research. They are a role playing group online, and they are very gifted.
So, I dedicate this story to Dreadpunk = Gothic Horror, a welcoming group on facebook, but also to Dododum, my friend Jodie, who inspires me every day to keep writing.
(October 31st, 1981)
"Ah, Halloween, the most romantic night of the year," Gomez Addams smiled as he and his wife, Morticia, walked together through the area known as Godric's Hollow. Night had fallen, and their twin children, Wednesday and Pugsley, were back at the manor with Gomez's mother and also Gomez's brother, Fester.
Morticia, to Gomez, was practically gliding beautifully as they walked. He was, as he often did, smoking his cigar, and enjoying being in the company of his wife.
"Look, Gomez, those people have decided to celebrate with decorations," Morticia pointed out a house just down the road, decorated with pumpkins, fake skeletons, and banners.
"Those poor people. Could they not afford a real skeleton?" Gomez asked sadly. He smiled at Morticia. "I should help them out."
"My husband, so kind and generous as always," Morticia said. Gomez was, of course, one of the most powerful wizards in the world; he didn't even need a wand to cast his spells. There were none other like him and Morticia, though they didn't often use their magic. They didn't need it, of course.
As he and Morticia walked past the decorated house, Gomez waved his hand, and the Skeleton shifted from plastic to bone.
"Perfect, as always, mon chéri," Morticia complimented.
"That was French," Gomez stated.
"Oui," Morticia confirmed. Morticia speaking French always got Gomez hot and bothered. He kissed her hand, before kissing up her arm.
"Oh Gomez, can you smell that?" Morticia asked. "The smell of fear, of pain, of death."
"I can. I love that smell," Gomez said. "It's so romantic."
"Isn't it just?" Morticia asked, as they looked around. They saw a house just ahead, with Morticia tilting her hear slightly.
"That house there. There's a repelling charm for muggles on it," Morticia noted.
"It's where the smell of death is coming from," Gomez noted, seeing that the house was damaged. He led Morticia over to the house, walking up the path. The front door was in pieces, and the smell of death was everywhere.
Stepping into the house, the first thing that Gomez and Morticia saw was the body of a young, red head woman, who looked so sweet in death.
"Oh, the poor dear, sent to death so early, without any dignity," Morticia commented, studying her with her eyes.
"She was killed with that dreadful spell," Gomez agreed. "Do people not have the decency anymore to use knives these days? Or something with more class?"
"Sadly not, my love," Morticia shook her head. "There is more upstairs."
Gomez led the way up the stairs, and in the bedroom, they saw two dead bodies, one male and one that looked… disturbed, and distorted.
"Gomez, look, it's that Dark Lord people seem to fear," Morticia commented. "What was his name again?"
"Voldemort," Gomez looked at the body with disgust. "No decency, wanting to kill everyone. I love a good murder as much as the next man, but he has no style, no heart, no care in what he does, and doesn't even ask permission."
Of course, Gomez and Morticia had encountered Voldemort before, when the so called Dark Lord had come to see them, to try and recruit them to his cause after they had moved to England two years earlier. But whilst the Addams liked the idea of murder and death, there was no honour in killing the innocent for no reason, and they liked the presence of muggles as well. Gomez had been disgusted by the man and had sent him flying.
Voldemort had attempted to retaliate, but he had failed when Gomez and Morticia had shown just a brief amount of their full strength, sending him fleeing.
"Gomez, look, a baby boy," Morticia said, seeing the young boy in a crib, crying. Morticia reached in, and picked him up, gently cradling him. "He's all alone. Voldemort must have come and killed his parents."
"Why not him?" Gomez asked. "He was evil enough to kill a child."
"I don't know, but he has a fresh scar," Morticia pointed to the lightning shaped scar on his head. "We can't leave him here. We should take him home with us."
"Does he have a name?" Gomez asked.
"Does it matter?" Morticia countered. "He needs to be loved and cared for. He's seen death; he'll fit in perfectly at home."
"I can never say no to you, Tish," Gomez agreed, nodding. "We'll give him some of Pugsley's clothes until we can get him his own."
"We should go before others come," Morticia suggested. "This house could fall down at any moment."
"What bliss that would be," Gomez said. "But yes, we should get home and introduce the children to their new brother."
"What shall we call him?" Morticia asked, as they walked down the stairs together. Walking out of the house, and down the street, Gomez looked at the boy in Morticia's arms.
"He survived death; I think there's only one name we can name him," Gomez said.
"I agree," Morticia said, as Gomez used his magic to summon Lurch and their car. Lurch appeared in seconds, or rather, the family car appeared out of nowhere, as if it had been driving down the road. Lurch stepped out of the car, opening the door for them with a simple groan of greeting. As they got in the car, Lurch drove off, with the car vanishing from view almost immediately. None of them noticed the large shadow approaching the house.
Gomez looked at the boy again, smiling. "He'll grow up strong and powerful as an Addams," he promised.
"Yes, he will," Morticia agreed. "Our little Lucifer Addams."
"What do you mean, Harry isn't there?" Sirius Black demanded, looking at Hagrid as they stood outside James and Lily's house.
"I'm sorry, Sirius. I came here at Professor Dumbledore's request, but there isn't anyone here," Hagrid replied. Sirius ran into the house, leaving Hagrid alone as he stood looking nervous and uncomfortable.
It took Sirius a minute to return, a look of horror on his face. "He… he's not been harmed, I hope," Sirius said. "Someone else must have come here just before you got here."
"What happened?" Hagrid asked, looking distraught and worried.
"James and Lily were betrayed. I was supposed to be their secret keeper, but at the last minute, I told James to switch to that rat bastard, Pettigrew," Sirius spoke with venom in his voice. "I thought it was going to be a good idea, to throw Voldemort off, and let him come after me whilst Lily, James, and Harry were safe."
"It was, Sirius," Hagrid said, his voice sad and low. "No one would've expected Pettigrew t' betray James n' Lily."
"That… disgusting… miserable…" Sirius snarled, his teeth starting to elongate before Hagrid's voice brought him back to his senses.
"Sirius, we need t' report to Professor Dumbledore," Hagrid said.
"Wait a minute Hagrid, how did Dumbledore know to send you here? And why was he sending you to collect Harry if he didn't know about James and Lily?" Sirius asked, looking at the larger man. Hagrid thought for a moment but looked confused.
"I… I dunno," Hagrid admitted after a moment. "He said he'd gotten word from James and Lily… but I don't understand this."
"Me either," Sirius said. "We'll go together. You best fly my bike, Hagrid. I'll sit in the passenger car with you. I want some bloody answers from that man."
"Aye," Hagrid agreed, as he and Sirius got into Sirius's pride and joy – his flying motorcycle.
Sirius took one last look at the now ruined house, tears in his eyes. "I'll find him. I promise," Sirius whispered, before Hagrid started the cycle up, and flew off into the night.
"I must confess, this is rather… distressing," Dumbledore said. He, Hagrid, Sirius, and Minerva were sitting in Dumbledore's office, along with the Minister for Magic, Millicent Bagnold, and Barty Crouch Sr, the head of the Auror office, as well as Mad-Eye Moody, one of the best Auror's in the ministry.
"Agreed. I wish you had stayed as the secret keeper now, Sirius, but your idea was a good one," Minerva said. "I would never have suspected Pettigrew to be the traitor."
"I've got my best people hunting for him; we'll find him before too long," Millicent promised. "Right now, we must locate Harry Potter."
"If the boy is still alive," Crouch replied.
"He's alive, I know it," Sirius retorted quickly. Crouch had arrived and wanted to arrest Sirius, but a quick check of Sirius's memories proved he wasn't the secret keeper after all.
"With all due respect, Mr. Black, we will need more than feelings," Millicent replied softly, and kindly. "Though I hope he is."
"I suspect he is," Moody spoke up. "If it were one of You-Know-Who's people that killed the lad, they'd be bragging about it, and they'd have left his body for all and sundry to see. No, someone came along, found the boy alone, surrounded by dead bodies, and took him to safety."
"Unfortunately, whoever it is left no magical trace whatsoever," Dumbledore said. "I should have gone with Hagrid. I blame myself. I received the message, but I suspected it was too late to help. Still, I should have tried."
"Yes, you should have, then maybe my godson wouldn't be missing right now in the hands of Merlin only knows who!" Sirius snapped.
"Sirius, getting angry will not help," Minerva placed a hand gently on Sirius's shoulder. "Right now, we must assume that Harry is alive and well somewhere."
"I promise you; we won't stop looking for him," Millicent assured the room. "In the meantime, we will be able to start hunting down the last of You-Know-Who's death eaters. With the death of their master, they'll either go to ground or try and find him, thinking him still alive."
"Whilst he is defeated right now, I suspect that he will return. I do not know how, or when, but it will only be a matter of time," Dumbledore said softly.
"Dumbledore, we saw his body. We burnt his body. He's dead," Crouch insisted.
"Lord Voldemort has experience with magics dark and powerful. I do not believe him to be fully dead, though I can't explain how. I will research the matter, of course, but we should not count him out," Dumbledore said.
"What would you suggest? Telling the world that he's still out there in spirit form?" Crouch scoffed. "That would only make people paranoid beyond belief."
"You're quite right. We should let the world believe him dead, for the time being at least. It will make his Death Eaters lower their guard enough to track and ensnare them," Dumbledore replied.
"And you, Professor McGonagall? Do you agree with Professor Dumbledore?" Millicent asked.
"If Albus believes You-Know-Who is still out there somewhere, then I do as well," Minerva replied.
"I'm not counting the bastard as gone yet either," Sirius replied. "Though I want a private word with you later, Dumbledore."
"Of course, Sirius, I would not expect anything less," Dumbledore replied. "For the time being, the world should sleep soundly in the knowledge that Lord Voldemort is no longer a threat, and perhaps life can return to some semblance of normal. As for Harry, perhaps we should simply say he is with relatives. We know from the magical scans of the house that Harry survived the killing curse. What happened next… we will find out in due course."
"I'll put a press release out immediately," Millicent assured him. "I'll also assign Alastor to lead the group to find Harry."
"And Pettigrew?" Sirius demanded.
"I'll lead the search for him," Crouch replied. "As soon as he is found, he'll be sent straight to Azkaban."
"Good. Little fucker deserves it," Sirius said angrily. "I'll be looking for him as well, and if I find him, I'm gonna tear him to pieces."
"Sirius, please, James would not want his best friend to become a monster because of a rat like Pettigrew," Minerva told him.
"If you find him, Mr. Black, please alert us, and let the legal system take its course," Millicent said kindly.
Sirius scoffed, but a quick look from Minerva stopped his retort. Saying their farewells, Millicent and Crouch left, leaving Sirius, Minerva, Mad Eye, and Dumbledore.
"Right now, Sirius, I can only imagine how angry you are with me, and with good reason,"
"Angry? Try pissed," Sirius replied, glaring at him. "Not only have I lost my best friend, but my godson is somewhere with some random person?"
"No, a magical family, to be sure. There was a muggle repelling charm on the Potter home, and it is still in place," Dumbledore told him.
"That doesn't exactly make me feel better," Sirius replied coldly.
"Sirius, come and stay with me," Minerva said. "I don't want you alone right now, and I know you and Remus are a couple, so he can stay as well."
"I appreciate that," Sirius said. "He's returning from the undercover mission you sent him on, Dumbledore."
"Yes, I received his report. He was able to stop Greyback from harming those muggle children. I will ask Remus to help search for Harry as well, if you are okay with that," Dumbledore said. "He can certainly track in places others can't."
"Especially since his cousin's grandma created a potion to control his transformations," Sirius agreed.
"They did?" Minerva asked, her eyes widening.
"Don't ask me how, I don't understand it. I barely passed potions with Slughorn as it was," Sirius pointed out. "Wait, how are we getting off topic?"
"A good question. For the time being, we must have faith that Harry will be safe, wherever he is," Dumbledore said. He sighed. "This is not how I envisioned the end of the war happening, and the cost has been far too high. I just hope we can find Harry, before it is too late."
"He definitely has the look of an Addams," Fester grinned, looking at the baby. "You're sure that's a mark from the killing curse?"
"No doubt about it," Grandmamma replied, waving a totem over the crib. "I've put a charm on him so whoever wanted to hurt him won't be able to find him."
"Lucifer is the perfect name for him," Gomez said. "He's already mastered death; no one has ever survived that disgusting curse."
"Indeed. He's certainly blessed, though why that Voldemort person would want to harm him is beyond me. He hasn't hurt anyone," Morticia replied.
"Not yet," Grandmamma pointed out. "Give him time."
"And training," Gomez added. "He'll be the perfect Addams. Look at him; he's already happy to be here."
"And if anyone asks, the children were triplets. No one outside of our family has seen our children, so it won't be a problem," Morticia said.
"Agreed. If Voldemort tried to harm the boy, then those who follow him will want to. We need to keep him safe from anyone who would harm him," Gomez stated.
"Grandmamma, can you do something to help?" Morticia asked.
"I should be able to whip up a protection spell, so no one who wants to hurt him can find him," Grandmamma replied, as she began to wave what looked like a crystal ball over the baby, chanting as she did.
"Do you think people will be looking for him?" Fester asked. "Those people might have had family."
"Maybe, but we can't exactly advertise that we have him to everyone without risking his life," Morticia pointed out. "Perhaps it's for the best that no one knows he is here."
"It will keep him safe; that's for certain, and give him a loving home. I have never trusted the Ministry of Magic when it comes to Children needing a home. They always just stick them where they want. Remember Cousin Mortimer?" Gomez asked.
"Oh, the poor lamb, forced to wear all those bright colours," Morticia agreed, shuddering.
"The Ministry are idiots who don't understand true family," Grandmamma said, shaking her head. "I've done everything I can for Lucifer, I've made sure that anyone who wants to do him real harm, or those who want him dead, will never be able to come near the house."
"Thank you, Grandmamma, as always your magic is perfect," Morticia said, smiling gratefully at her, as Lurch entered the lounge area, carrying several large bags of baby clothes.
"Been busy, old man?" Gomez asked, as Lurch placed the bags on the table.
"Oh Lurch, did you get all this sorted for us?" Morticia asked, smiling at the tall man. A simple smile and a groan was her response, but it was confirmation. "That's so sweet of you, thank you Lurch."
Lurch bowed slightly, placing the bags on the floor, showing dark baby clothes, all suitable for an Addams child.
"It's settled then. We tell no one about Lucifer, and if anyone asks, he was born to our family. No one will know differently, especially with a quick bit of magic," Gomez said, waving his hand simply over the baby.
"Oh, another baby in the house, I love it," Grandmamma said, smiling as she waved a new totem over Lucifer.
"Then let's get him to the crib and let him rest. Tomorrow, we'll start raising him with the others," Morticia suggested. "Thank you, Gomez, for allowing me to bring him home."
"I can never refuse you anything, Tish," Gomez said lovingly, looking at Morticia.
"And she can't refuse this baby. There's some sort of Aura that drew you both to him," Grandmamma said. "Old magic, very old magic."
"Then he definitely belongs here," Morticia said. "What older magic is there than our family?"
"Exactly," Gomez agreed. He smiled at the baby, who was now happily sleeping, his lightning scar no longer bleeding. "Lucifer Addams, welcome to your new home."