Standard Disclaimer: I own nothing in regards to Harry Potter or Wednesday. All properties therein are those of their creators. I am only a writer working on my skills with worlds and characters that I love.

Note: Just a quick correction here. It was brought to my attention that I'd referred to Stoners in the first chapter as Medusa's. That slipped through my editing process and I apologize for that. These people are definitely going to be referred to as Gorgons from here on out.

Note: I've had a couple inquiries about the prospect of Bianca joining Harry's girlfriends. That might be interesting in other stories, but not this one. I have no problems with that pairing but when I created this story it was done with the idea of just Harry, Wednesday, and Enid. I've plotted it out with them in mind. Perhaps that could change if I make a sequel after season 2 comes out, but not right now.

Chapter Three - Fencing Practice and a Letter

Every night Wednesday put a minimum of one hour into her writing with her fully restored typewriter to work on her novel. It was a good practice to have, and she credited Stephen King for giving a guideline for how to make good progress with one's written work. Tonight though, she was on to an hour and a half. Why was that? Because of that damned boy, Harry Black. She'd said she would write to him and she was drawing a blank on what to say.

This annoyance was compounded greatly since Enid had been giggling on her phone for the last hour. It was clear she was texting Harry and Wednesday could not allow her bubbly roommate to create a greater bond with him than she had. Not when the future she'd seen was-

Her thoughts were interrupted by a sudden tapping at the window that jerked her eyes to the now dual-chromatically colored glass. What she saw took her breath away. An absolutely gorgeous snowy white owl was perched on the stone railing and staring right at her, and tied to its claw was a letter. She quickly crossed the room and opened the glass, allowing the creature to fly inside and perch on her desk beside Thing. (True to her prediction it had been spying, and had been just as easy to subjugate as expected.) The hand tried to hobble in for a closer look but the avian beauty simply flicked it off the desk with a lazy swipe of its wing and held out its claw imperiously. The message was clear.

Gently pulling the letter free, Wednesday opened it and started to read.

'Dear Wednesday,

When you mentioned sending Thing to bring our correspondence I couldn't help thinking it was a long way for a hand to go on its own. So I thought I'd send my beloved familiar, Hedwig, instead. She's rather fond of delivering the mail and gets annoyed when I don't use her. That being said, I apologize if she seems a bit surly. I had to leave my home country in a hurry and it took her a long time to track me down after that. She's been a bit moody ever since.'

Wednesday eyed the regal bird who had quite clearly claimed her desk as her own domain and had to agree. Surly was a good descriptor to say the least. She kept reading.

'Since you do not want to use a phone, Hedwig will be the easiest way to talk over distance. She hunts every night and has graciously agreed to stop by your room while she's out. If you have a letter to send, great, if not, well, she gets her nightly exercise anyway. So, how's it going? Is Nevermore as horrible as you'd thought it'd be? How is Enid treating you as a roommate? And finally, will you be going to the Fencing club tomorrow? I'm going and it'd be great to see you there.

Best wishes and fond thoughts,

Harry Black'

Wednesday closed the letter and folded her thumb over the crease to keep the fold taught and nodded. This made her plan for correspondence much easier. Direct questions provided the chance for direct answers so she wouldn't need to keep sitting and trying to think of what to say. And while Thing was a very reliable hand, he wasn't exactly as swift over distance as she could have hoped.

Looking the bird, Hedwig, in her large eyes she said, "I need to write a response to Harry. Could you please move to the side so I can reach my typewriter?"

The bird ruffled its feathers as if shrugging, and hopped lightly to the edge of the desk.

As she sat down however, the goth girl found herself interrupted by Enid suddenly running to her side of the room and leaning over her shoulder to examine her new guest. "OMG, that owl is adorbs!" Her fists were balled in front of her face with excitement. "Where did she come from?"

"She is Harry's familiar." Wednesday said as she rolled a fresh sheet into her machine and adjusted her settings accordingly. "He sent her so we could speak as the two of you do."

Enid blushed at that, "I guess you picked up on that, huh?"

"With how often your phone was dinging it would have been impossible not to notice." Her fingers began to tick over the keys, writing out her responses as Enid continued to coo and awe over the obviously proud and preening owl.

'Dear Harry,

I appreciate your consideration for Thing. Indeed an owl will provide a much more efficient means of conversation so I applaud your initiative in that regard. I'm sure you will appreciate just how much Enid is already fawning over the bird, though that awe is clearly well deserved.

Things are going just as I'd predicted. Not horrible, yet not enjoyable either. I've yet to find a truly foolproof way to escape this prison but my efforts are ongoing. The dorm mother is clearly clingy and annoyingly positive in nature, but has not been 'too' invasive as of yet. She did gift me a carnivorous plant, so that is a positive mark in her corner. Nevermore is proving mysterious and impervious and I've yet to form an opinion not based on the successes of my parents. Time will tell if that changes.

Enid is painfully blonde, but so far she has proven to be an agreeable roommate. She allowed me to change my side of the room without too much fuss to my preferred decor, and her knowledge of the campus has proven beneficial. There are worse people to be sharing a dorm with I am sure. As for the fencing club, I will indeed be attending. I have trained with a blade since I was five years old and I crave a challenge. I will await your presence there tomorrow so that you may show me the new addition your father paid for.

Respectfully Yours,

Wednesday Addams'

She pulled the page free, inserted it into an envelope and handed it to the eagerly waiting Hedwig. The Snowy owl barked at her and nodded before taking off through the same window, leaving Enid to sigh with disappointment at the loss of such a cute creature. "She was so pretty."

"Yes, she was." Wednesday agreed. At her roommate's shocked look she raised a brow, "What?"

"You just agreed something was pretty!"

"So? Snowy owls are beautifully deadly. They are pinnacle hunters and have an enviable windspeed when they get going in flight. Their abilities and characteristics deserve praise. It speaks well of Harry that one such creature is bound as his familiar."

"Right… you are awfully interested in Harry, Wednesday. At first I just thought it was a competition thing with me cause I was interested in him, but now…. writing him letters, praising him for a familiar… you genuinely like him don't you?"

Wednesday turned her face away. "It isn't like that."

"The hell it isn't." Enid crossed the room to her side, picked up a beanbag chair and crossed back over, dropping both it and her backside directly in front of Wednesday's chair. "Spill it, sister."

"I'm not your sister."

"You know what I mean. This is about that vision you mentioned earlier isn't it?"

For a moment the Addams girl thought about simply brushing that off and stomping out of the room, but a part of her really wanted to get another take on this. Her own thoughts on the subject had been muddled to say the least.

"Fine," She decided, "but what we talk about here never leaves this room, understood?"

"Right, right, totes, your secrets are my secrets."

"I'll hold you to that." Wednesday promised. "My uncle can have a wide selection of power tools and acid drums here by next weekend if you go blabbing." Ignoring her roommates horrified look at those words she began. "Sometimes when I touch people or objects I get glimpses. Glimpses of the future, the past, and present. With Harry, the moment he took my arm something… different, happened."

"What was that?" Enid's eyes were impossibly wide, earnest, and sincere.

"I saw several events at once. One vision, several moments. That's never happened to me before."

"Wow, he must be pretty important then. What did you see?"

"First, I saw us standing back to back, swords drawn against an encroaching darkness. Normally I like the dark, but this encroachment felt evil. Then I saw us walking hand in hand around a lake, he was smiling at me and whispering in Italian. That version of me felt…. warm, secure… it was so strange. After that…"

Sensing her roommate's hesitation, the werewolf asked, "After that…?"

"I saw my wedding day." Wednesday breathed out, finally saying the words that had been haunting her mind all day. As Enid gasped she continued, "We were sat at the head of a long table and all around us were our family. Sirius, my parents, and the rest of the Addams clan. Harry was dressed in a brilliant three piece suit of white and I was wearing my mother's black wedding gown. I'd long admired it but never thought to have a chance to wear it. A great cake with dark frosting stood before us and we were cutting it together."

"That's so romantic!" Enid squeed with delight.

"Yes… you were there too."

"What!"

"You were sitting right beside me, in a place of great honor. It was really strange."

Enid clearly didn't know what to make of that, so just said, "What happened next?"

"One last image." The goth took a deep breath, this one had haunted her the most. "A little girl. She had my hair and his eyes."

"You saw your daughter?"

"I don't know what I saw!" Wednesday snapped, finally losing her cool. It took a while for her to calm down enough to continue. "Enid, I don't know what to make of any of this. I promised myself that I wouldn't turn into my mother. That I would be different, my own person, but there I was, seemingly falling in love, getting married, and having children. It's not like me at all."

"Wednesday, life is what happens when you're busy making other plans."

"That sounds like a bad pinterest post."

"It was life affirming! Anyway, I always figured the future was never set in stone, myself. Why else would we have free will? So who knows what's really going to happen. Maybe you just saw a 'possible' future."

"Maybe."

"And if it is the true future for you, then would it really be so bad? Harry seems great and supportive, and just because you could end up marrying him, it doesn't mean you won't be able to achieve everything else you want to as well."

"I guess that is true." Wednesday mused before an idle thought came to her. "Now that you know I could potentially end up taking Harry as my own, does that mean you'll back off your overly obvious flirting attempts with him?"

"Oh hell no. If you end up with him that's great, but I fully intend to try my best to get him too."

"How would that even work?"

"Werewolves are pack animals silly. Harry is hot and I'm more than happy to share. Just think, then we'd be sisters!" The blond shot forward and pulled the embarrassed goth into a hug that continued until she felt the prick of a small knife against her ribs and raised her hands in surrender before moving away with a toothy smile on her face. She'd get Wednesday to accept her yet. She vowed it.

Wednesday wasn't really sure what to say to that statement, so she merely turned around and kept on working on her novel. Writing always helped to clear her head after all.

The Next Day

Classes went about as normally as they had the day before. The teenagers showed up, they did their work, and then they ran like hell the moment the bell rang for the day. Then it was off to the individual clubs. For Enid that meant going over to the school event committee and seeing what school projects needed work. For Harry and Wednesday that meant heading over to the fencing building.

"Hey, you look great." Harry noted as he took in Wednesday, dressed in all black fencing padding.

"Your praise is appreciated but unnecessary. Your own outfit is certainly unique."

"Yes, yes it is. It's what I was trained in and I'm used to it." Harry replied, striking a noble pose so Wednesday could better appreciate his padded HEMA training gear."

"Nice foil."

"Nice blade. Will they even allow you to train with that?"

The goth was referring to the black steel sword that Harry was casually reclining on his shoulder. "Apparently there's a bunch of newbies that want to learn so the coach asked me to give a demonstration and lead them in some sword scales. I'm used to the weight of this bad boy so he said I could use it. At least for today. I'm sure when we start sparring for real I'll need to use a practice blade though. It's gonna suck going back to that after all this time though."

"Accept it and move on, Harry. You have your demonstration, but I need a challenge. Let's go."

"After you, mio bel corvo." Harry opened the door and Wednesday took her leave to enter with him hot on her heels.

The fencing building was impressive to say the least. It was set up with three levels. The first was locker rooms, equipment storage, and maintenance. The second was the practice floor, and the third was the competition and ranking stadium. It was the second floor they marched through now, and it was clearly a long hall meant for multiple duelists at once. Over a dozen sparring lines, tall and unblemished windows dotting the walls to offer a wide space of natural light. And brilliantly shined hardwood floors. Yes, Nevermore took swordsmanship very seriously if this was the amount of effort they put into the training room.

It didn't take long for the two companions to split up. Wednesday wanted to peruse the field of potential opponents, and Harry had a demonstration to give. He found the new longsword addition fairly easily as the stonework along the walls was fairly new and the wood flooring was noticeably different in color from the rest of the room. Along the wall was a rack of wooden training blades and six hopeful students.

"Aw, Harry." The tall man in instructors garb walked up to him with his hands held formally behind his back. "I have been briefed about your ability with the blade by both your father and Principal Weems. These young hopefuls would like to learn as well as you have so if you would, please provide a demonstration."

"Of course sir. I'm guessing I have the run of that space there?" He gestured to the white square ahead of them. It was a far cry from the rapier line the rest of the students were using.

"Indeed."

And so Harry did as directed. He provided a visual of several different sword scales, marked out the points of attack and defense, demonstrated the different ways to hold and make use of the weapon (the blade wasn't the only part of the sword after all), and gave a brief rundown of footwork and how to move around an opponent instead of directly at them. Hence the square. By the end the students were enraptured and eager and the instructor was impressed. He didn't see a student that skilled very often. The man could also see why he'd been trained in the longsword. He wasn't overly flexible but he was quick, and he had the height to fully make use of the longer sword's range. More importantly he was dextrous in his movements and made full use of the two handed grip. It was clear he'd been trained in the Italian style.

When Harry was done the instructor started running the others through the scales he'd shown, and only then was he able to glance back out over the grounds and take stock of things. He was surprised to see Wednesday in the midst of an intense duel, without face protection, against Bianca Barclay. They were moving fast, hitting hard, and engaging in acrobatics that would definitely not be allowed in any officiated contests.

"What's going on with them?" Harry asked one of the other students. A Gorgon by the looks of his winter cap.

"Bianca was going too hard on one of the other students and the new chick took issue with it. She challenged her to a duel to first blood."

As if they'd heard the discussion, the two girls backed away from each other to get some distance. Each was breathing hard from the exertion and taking a second to catch their breath. It was in that moment that Wednesday's eyes met his and something seemed to change in her own. They grew harder, more determined, and her breath evened out, then she was rushing back into the fray, ducking under a swipe and slide-spinning on her knees in a pirouetting whirlwind slash that cut a thin line on the back of the siren's shoulder, effectively ending the fight.

The professor who was refereeing the bout raised a hand into the air and announced, "Winner! Wednesday Addams takes victory by right of first blood."

The gathered students cheered as the black clad duelist saluted her foe and made her way to Harry's side. "Congratulations." He said as the others started getting back to their own business.

"Thank you. Bianca was clearly the best swordsman here. Only she could offer me a proper challenge and it still seems I am unmatched and unrivaled."

"Was that what it was? Cause the others here seemed to think you were sticking up for that telekenetic guy with the glasses." He said while pointing to the young man that was making his swift way out the door, likely on his way to the nurses office.

"Don't be ridiculous." Wednesday muttered while turning her head away in that manner that Harry was starting to realize meant she was trying not to acknowledge feelings or impressions she was having. Yup, emotions were starting to take hold if he was any judge. Progress.

"Well, regardless, I still need to practice a bit in the longsword section. Wanna come watch? Seeing as no one else here can offer you a challenge? Your words, not mine."

Wednesday thought about it for a moment. "I would not be averse to watching your swordcraft. Who knows, in time you might offer me a challenge in the ring." She nodded to the longsword square. "Longsword vs. rapier could prove interesting."

"Give it a week and I'll show you I'm worthy." Harry winked flirtatiously, "A sword fight at dawn, It'll be one hell of a date."

"Ugh." Wednesday went back to walking around and he started instructing the newbies. An hour and a half later they were done and it was time to go. They doffed their protective gear, stored it and their weapons in personalized lockers on the first floor, and took off arm in arm as was becoming their usual way.

By the time they got to the courtyard they weren't really talking about anything serious. Just the usual stuff that had gone on in their day. Along with a very monotonous rendition of Wednesday's fight (that would have been told as if it were an action movie by anyone else. It was just another day for her.). There was no rhyme, reason, or warning to what happened next, or any indication for how Harry knew it was coming. But one second they were walking along and the next some internal instinct started blaring and the wizard was suddenly wrapping the shorter girl in his arms and diving out of the way. An instant later the ground they'd just been standing on was ruptured by the collision of a falling stone gargoyle.

The moment after it fell Harry started looking around wildly for a culprit, in his life such events were typically created by those that wanted him dead after all, but he found nothing and no one. Just an empty ledge up above where the stone monstrosity had just sat.

"You can let me up now." Wednesday's voice came across as desperately trying to stay even and level, but there was a definite tremble of unease in its timber. This event had shocked her.

"Oh yeah, sure." the wizard rose up on to his knees, then his feet, and pulled the goth girl up with him as he did. "Are you all right?"

She brushed herself off, "O-Of course. You should go, I have to go to Principal Weems' office now so she can take me to that therapist of hers."

"Wednesday, we almost died. Are you sure you're-"

"Whatever I am or am not feeling will certainly come out during therapy."

Harry took a moment to look his companion over and took note of her slightly twitching right shoulder. Regardless of how still her face was, she was feeling the adrenaline if nothing else. "Tell you what, why don't I just take you into town myself?"

"You can't. Weems has made it clear she's taking me to make sure I don't go running off after the session ends."

"Hm. That is a pickle. Cause I refuse to let you get off with just a 'I'm fine' so I at least need to see you later to make sure you're good. How about asking her to let you get some coffee with me at the Weathervane? I've been there before and they make a good hot chocolate."

"Hot chocolate?"

"I really don't like coffee."

"Is this a veiled attempt to take me on a date? Like with that little dueling comment?"

"No comment. Look, Weems likes me. Just say you're meeting me and she'll be on board. At the very least it'll be time away from the school."

For the first time since he'd met her, Wednesday actually blinked. "Time away… with you… alone. I am not disagreeable to that. But I am buying both of our drinks."

"Why?"

"I refuse to submit to the chauvinistic ideals of the patriarchy that state a man must pay for everything when spending time socially with a woman. I am wealthy in my own right and fully capable of covering the bill."

Harry grinned at that, "I'll never say no to a free drink from a beautiful lady."

"I'm not-"

"Mio bel Corvo." He practically sang, shutting her up quite effectively. "My point is made. Come on, I'll walk you to the principal's office." And taking her arm once more, that's just what he did.

Three Hours Later

Harry was just saving a seat at the local cafe when Wednesday came storming in to take a seat across from him. "Rough session?"

"Hardly. That quack couldn't break me if she tried. However, she did dare to bring up my writing, had the audacity to read it before it was done, and then compared me to my main character as if that would give her the psychological edge over me. The nerve."

Harry couldn't believe it, was Wednesday Addams pouting? "Well I can see how that would be annoying."

"It was truly headache inducing. I escaped early to get away from her useless attempts at analysis."

"And you didn't try to run away?"

"Of course not. We'd made arrangements to meet here and an Addams never breaks their word. Have you ordered yet?"

"Nope. You wanted to pay, I agreed to let you, and a Black keeps their word just as seriously as you do."

"I'm glad to hear that. Our values seem to match pretty well it seems."

Harry couldn't really tell why, but it seemed like that fact was annoying his 'date'. Time to fix that. "Shall we order?"

The goth girl glared at the counter where the barista was busy tinkering with a steaming espresso machine. "I take four shots of espresso and that machine is clearly on the fritz. That boy isn't doing that right, I'll be right back."

She was stopped by Harry's hand on her own. "Wizard, remember?" He waved a ringed hand at the broken machine and at once the steam disappeared and its motors and gears started humming causing the worker to jump in shock before nervously getting back to his duties.

Wednesday raised a brow, "You are quite useful to have around aren't you?"

"Something to remember, beautiful. Now if you insist on ordering for us both, I'll have a venti hot chocolate with extra whipped cream."

"That's the order of a child."

"It's the order of someone that enjoys a sweet drink. Now off with you, you gorgeous woman offering free beverages."

"Hng." Wednesday made an inaudible sound in the back of her throat and slid out of their booth to order. In a short time they were both sipping their drinks and enjoying the meaningless conversations of teenagers. It was a pleasant time for them both. Harry was on a fun outing with a beautiful girl he quite liked, and Wednesday was finding herself enjoying the same in regards to him. It was a very strange experience in her case as she normally preferred the quiet solitude of her own thoughts. But Harry was interesting, unique, and he seemed to like listening to the sound of her voice. Wednesday found she rather liked that.

Nothing good lasts forever though. Their glasses were almost empty when the cafe door clinked open to admit three guys in pilgrim outfits of all things. They took one look at the two students in stylish black uniforms and clearly surmised they were from Nevermore and decided to make something out of it.

"What are a couple Nevermore freaks doing in town with us decent and normal folk?" The boy in the lead asked as he leaned forward and pressed both of his hands flat on their table.

Wednesday couldn't have missed the way her 'date' flinched at the words 'decent' and 'normal' if she'd tried. She'd need to look into that further later. Perhaps Enid might have some thoughts? "I think the better question here is why you three are dressed like religious fanatics responsible for mass genocide?"

"Were pilgrims." Another of the three answered.

"Po-ta-to." Wednesday broke in.

"Po-tah-to." Harry finished, freeing his ring hand and lowering it underneath the table.

Clearly having enough of that line of speaking, the boy in the lead held out a pamphlet with the drawing of a pilgrim imprinted on the front. "We work at Pilgrim World. My dad owns it."

"Hm," Harry commented with a contemplative look on his face, "so that makes you a spoiled daddy's boy who coasts through life on the successes of his father, and expects the same respect he didn't earn? Funny, I thought I'd left the last of your kind in England."

"The fuck was that, you Limey bastard?"

"Limey? Real original, buddy. It's a good thing your daddy is apparently rich because your creative thinking is gonna get you nowhere in life." With a burst of will he tied the shoelaces of all three teens together, and with a nod to Wednesday, the Nevermore students attacked.

Harry shot a jab to the lead boy's crotch, Wednesday suckered the one on the right in the throat, and the wizard ducked under the wild swing of the third to kick his knee in and slam his head into the booth. In all, the fight (if you could call it that) took maybe three seconds and by the end all three assholes were groaning on the floor. Just in time for the sheriff to arrive.

"What the hell is going on here?"

For the first time since this event started the barista made himself known. "Dad, I saw the whole thing. These three were harassing those two from the moment they walked in, and the Nevermore's only defended themselves."

The sheriff didn't seem like he believed that story. "These two beat up three members of the Jericho starting offensive line? Three?"

"It's the truth, and the security footage will show it."

The sheriff moved as if to go see it but he was interrupted by a new voice at the door. "Apologies, Sheriff, this one got away from me." Weems was glaring at Wednesday, "You were supposed to check in with me before coming here, Wednesday, and now look what happened. This is quite the mess."

Harry spoke up then, not at all liking where it seemed the blame was heading, "A mess that was certainly not her own in the making. The sheriff is about to check the footage of what really happened, perhaps you would like to do the same?"

"An excellent idea, Mr. Black. Sheriff."

The two adults took off into the back room and Wednesday looked up at him. "Thank you, Harry."

"You are very welcome. How about we head back to the school?

"That sounds agreeable. Please drive fast though."

"Always, mio bel corvo."