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: Apologies for the wait on this chapter and those for my other stories. University has started back up and my course load has been insane.

Note: I've been thinking hard about what to do when I catch up to where the first season of Wednesday ended, and I've decided to return to the tried and true story element of the Tri-Wizard Tournament. This was mainly decided because I think it'll be hilarious to see how the wizarding world reacts to Wednesday and Enid, and a Harry that won't take their shit. Should at least keep this story going until season 2 comes out.

Chapter Seven - The Nightshades And Outreach Day

Wednesday was putting the finishing touches on the next chapter of her novel when Harry popped in out of nowhere. Of course he was immediately glomped by their resident blonde wolf girl. Setting aside her latest page in her completed bin, she addressed the wizard. "Not that I am unhappy to see you, Harry, but why have you arrived?"

"I called him, silly." Enid bubbled up. "I totally figured out where we can find the Nightshades."

"Really?" Wednesday asked.

"That's awesome!" Harry praised, placing one hand on her head and ruffling back and forth, much to the pleasure of Enid if her happy humming was anything to go by. "How did you do that?"

"Remember that symbol we went to the library looking for? I saw the same one on Edgar Allen Poe's statue yesterday when I was taking a selfie for my blog. I got curious, went to examine it, and low and behold, his brass book has a riddle engraved onto its pages." She smugly pulled away and handed her wide eyed roommate a folded piece of paper. "I wrote it down for you."

Wednesday took the paper away and roved over it with intense eyes. Then she quirked her mouth into a half smile and held out her hand for Enid to shake.

"A handshake!" She squeed, "That's, like, one step closer to a hug for you!"

"Don't get ahead of yourself. Come on. I know the answer to this riddle." She took her partner's hands in her own and practically dragged them out the door and down the halls behind her as she marched her way to the prominent statue of Nevermore's most famous graduate. Staring up into his poised and dramatic visage, Wednesday began to monologue, "Don't worry, Edgar Allen. I see your sanctimonious smirk. But I will get the last laugh. Your penchant for riddles was legendary, and this might be your cleverest yet. That's because it's not a single riddle. Rather, each line is its own separate one. 'The opposite of moon.' obviously the sun. 'A world between ours.' Nether. 'Two months before June.' April. 'A self-seeding flower.' Pansy. 'One more than one.' Two. 'Its leaves weep to the ground.' Willow. 'It melts in the sun.' Ice. 'Its beginning and end never found.' Circle. 'Every rule has one.' Exception. 'The answer will give a sharp cracking sound.'" She ran a circle around the first letter of all the written answers and came out with the phrase, 'Snap Twice'. "Care to do the honors?"

Harry and Enid raised their hands and promptly snapped twice. For a moment nothing happened, but then the statue began to turn on its base and moved back in its grotto, revealing a steep set of metal stairs descending down into the darkness.

"Harry, light please."

"Anything for you, mio bella corvo." He raised his palm and summoned a lumos globe above it, illuminating the space before them as they started down the decline. It didn't take long to reach the bottom, so the distance was perhaps only two or three floors, but when they got there it was to a very interesting sight. An octagonal room with every wall absolutely covered in leather bound books on shelves. Old books by the looks of them.

"Well isn't this a-" Enid began, only to gasp in shock as her vision, as well as that of her partners, was suddenly cut off by three leather sacks being slung over their heads. Three things happened very quickly as a result. First, Wednesday judo flipped her assailant flat on his back. Second, Enid wolfed out, picked up her attacker and threw them into the nearest bookcase. Third, Harry cast a wide area disarming charm that sent no less than eight bodies smashing into the walls and sliding across the floor.

"Stop!" A female voice intoned, and all motion ceased. Harry felt a slight pulling on his mental shields at that voice, and that more than anything clued him into the identity of his attacker as he ripped the bag free.

Bianca stood facing them with several of her usual cronies and, surprise surprise, Xavier Fucking Thorpe. Wednesday crossed her arms beside him, and Enid bared her fangs and claws in a clear message of violent intent.

Holding her hands up for peace, the siren said, "Clearly a misunderstanding occurred. You surprised us coming down the stairs. Welcome to the Nightshades."

Wednesday scoffed, "Nightshades? You?" Her eyes drifted across the assembled crowd, clearly not impressed. "It was my understanding that this was a secret society, not a social club." Indeed, behind the gathered students was a poker table absolutely loaded with soda bottles and bags of chips.

"The 'secret society' grew with the times." Xavier spoke as he moved his hand through his hair in a way that Harry was sure the ass thought was roguishly dashing. "There's a spot open for you if you want to join."

"Xavier…" Bianca's pissed off tone made it clear exactly what she thought of that offer, but she needn't have worried.

"I'll pass." Wednesday waved off the invitation. "I came here because the Nightshades seemed to be involved with the mystery surrounding this school, but I can't see any of you being bright or devious enough for a higher level of critical thinking and villainy. Harry, Enid, let us go."

Only Harry noticed the slight twinge of disappointment in his girl's voice. She had really hoped for something great out of this discovery. To be honest, so had he. He wrapped a comforting arm over her shoulder, shot Xavier a triumphant smirk for the fact she let him, and led his girls back up the stairs and onto the campus proper.

"So…" Enid hummed as she skipped along next to them, her clothing in tatters from shifting, "we're totally raiding that library later right?"

"Of course." The goth answered.

"That goes without saying." Harry added.

A Couple Days Later

True to their word, the throuple had indeed raided the library of the Nightshades under Harry's invisibility cloak, and come away with some very interesting tomes about magic, religion, eldritch horrors, and a small personal journal depicting a creature called a Hyde. It honestly looked like a badly sketched fever dream from a guy on a bad shroom kick. Finally, they found a book with a torn page that matched perfectly to the one they'd retrieved from Rowan's attack. Put together the image showed a girl that very much looked like Wednesday facing off against a pilgrim cast in shadow. What the hell?

They got a chance to try and investigate sooner than expected as Principal Weems announced Outreach Day, a chance to volunteer in the town and… Pilgrim World. Where else better was there to learn about their potential adversary? It only took a bit of weaseling and maneuvering to convince some of the other students to trade positions with them and soon enough the trio was sitting pretty with three positions helping out at the 'vaunted' tourist attraction.

They were bussed in with the rest of the usual working crowd and provided uniforms before being sent out to perform menial jobs on the site of 'historical reenactment', that just so happened to have four separate gift shops. Wednesday ended up serving fudge to passerby, Enid was a greeter handing out flyers, and for some reason Harry ended up churning butter for all to see. He couldn't put his finger on why, but providing the up and down motion for the churn just made him feel dirty.

Enid of course took to her new role with her usual exuberance and need to please her audience. She scampered to and fro, struck poses in her pilgrim dress (he made a note to make sure she kept it for later. The play time with her catsuit had been exquisite. And the things Wednesday had done to him while wearing hers were beyond the ability of mere words to describe.), and earned fresh smiles from everyone who met her. Wednesday kept her usual demeanor and ended up insulting pretty much everyone with her fluent use of the German language. Harry couldn't tell what exactly she was saying, but she only ever had that particular slant to her eyes when she was insulting someone so spectacularly that her victim had no idea they were actually being dissed.

Every now and then they saw Eugene pass by and the sheer amount of fudge he was consuming had all of them more than a bit worried. The kid wasn't known for how well he held on to his sweets. In fact, the only treats he ever really kept down were honey based in nature. Ah well, he tended to gravitate to a group of normies that included several cute girls and the three assholes that had accosted them in the diner all those weeks ago. If he ended up chucking up his meal, there were worse places for it to end up than on them.

None of them were really sure what to be looking for, so they kept their eyes and ears open, and eventually took note of a walking tour group, wherein the guide mentioned the name Crackstone. Apparently several of his personal items were stored in the location's museum… which was currently closed for renovations. Personal items belonging to the founder of the town, who was a pilgrim amongst pilgrims, the notorious hater of outcasts, and the one Wednesday was supposedly the 'key' to according to her spectral ancestor. Now that was a lead if ever they'd heard one.

Begging off their duties onto other similarly obligated students, the trio meandered over to the closed off museum. It only took a quick unlocking charm to get them inside, and when they did enter they came face to face with several glass displays holding various supposed personal items of the town founder. It didn't take long to discover most of them were fake, as they'd been in all cases 'made in China'. Supposedly they were all exact replicas of the things Crackstone had actually owned, and one of those items was of clear interest to the goth and wizard. A book of dark magic and rituals, supposedly confiscated from a coven of witches by the pilgrim leader.

If that book's replica was here then it stood to reason the real one actually had existed and probably still did. But that raised the singular question, where was it now? For a while longer they searched, and the trio found themselves fearing it had all been for naught, until they came upon a scrapped piece of metal that was supposedly the remains of Joseph Crackstone's shoe buckle. Out of curiosity, Wednesday placed her hand upon it, and the next thing they all knew her eyes were rolling up in her head and Harry was catching her so she wouldn't fall down.

All told, her fit lasted only about a minute, but when she came back to herself she didn't get up right away. In fact she actually burrowed even deeper into his lap. Enid complained that it wasn't fair she was left standing, but the Goth merely smirked and told the blonde to keep searching. Sadly, They were jostled out of their investigation by the arrival of their temporary manager at the door. They heard her wondering why the lock wasn't latched, and beat a hasty retreat back to their former positions.

As they returned to their jobs, Harry asked, "What was that vision about?"

Turning utterly serious, Wednesday answered, "I saw the night Crackstone sentenced an entire town of Outcasts to death. They were locked up in a single building and burned alive. Only Goody survived."

"She's the ghost I saw in your last vision right?"

"Yes, my father's ancestor."

"Well at least now we have an even better idea of the kind of asshole Crackstone was." Enid noted. The thought of an Outcast genocide was really bumming her out, and luckily her man seemed to see that because Harry immediately pulled her into his arms for some cuddles. She sighed into the embrace and decided there were few places she liked being more than in the embrace of her alpha.

The rest of the day carried on without a hitch, though Wednesday and Harry found themselves placed in a foul mood after Principal Weems took them aside and declared they'd be performing in the Outreach Day orchestra performance. Apparently their dueling duet on the school balconies had earned their principal's attention, and not in a way they liked. What was worse was that Sirius had reported the deaths of three more hikers in the woods around Nevermore. The Wendigo clearly wasn't getting through his wards, but it was still hunting along the barrier grounds, and it wasn't leaving.

Outreach Day finally came and Wednesday and her boyfriend started setting up their instruments side by side in the Jericho town square. The celebratory performance was supposed to be lighthearted and joyful, but that wasn't an outcome either of them wanted. Especially not when the day celebrated Crackstone himself as the 'benevolent' town founder. So over the cover of night they'd made a few changes to the venue that promised to be quite entertaining.

They had to suffer through an hour of the mayor spouting poetic nonsense about the greatness of the town, the contributions of the people in it, and finally all the supposed virtues of the founder himself, but then the order was given to begin playing. The town marching band started up a rendition of "Don't Stop" by Fleetwood Mac and the Nevermore duo dutifully joined in, but all the while they smirked with anticipation. Any second now and Thing would be lighting the match and then…

There it was! A rapidly burning line of flame followed the ground from the bleachers directly to the fountain where a newly built statue to memorialize the butcher of Outcasts had been erected. Seeing as the water had been replaced the evening before with gasoline and charmed to be scentless, the entire thing went up in a blaze in an instant, setting the brass monstrosity to melting almost right away.

To top it off, Wednesday and Harry burst into an aggressively rapid rendition of Vivaldi's "Winter" and let their strings portray their excitement even more than their smiles could have.

That Evening

It was likely those same smiles that had the duo sat before the raging fireplace of Principal Weems' office as the enraged educator paced aggressively back and forth before them. "The statue destroyed! The central green burning! And panic throughout the town! I can't even begin to count the number of angry phone calls, emails, and personal complaints I've received since that spectacle of a performance. Questions are being asked and the sheriff's eyes are pointed directly at us!"

"Hm." Wednesday played innocent, or at least as innocent as she was capable, "I'd be happy to lead the inquisition for the guilty party, but I left my thumbscrews and restraints at home."

Harry eyed her appreciatively and asked, "Can we use those later?"

Wednesday turned up one corner of her mouth, "Of course. I'll call my mother tonight and ask her to ship them out."

"Excuse me, but could you two stop flirting for two seconds to hear what I am saying?" Weems ground out. "Ms. Addams, you were already on thin ice for the actions you took in your last school, and Mr. Black, your father's monetary contributions to the school and your excellent grades do not make you immune to the rules."

Harry smirked at that, "I agree wholeheartedly, but can you definitively prove that that fire was started by us?"

The principal stared him down for several seconds before grumbling out, "No… there is no evidence, but I know it was you. And I will be keeping a closer eye on you both from here on out as a result. You may go." She waved to the door, and teenagers stood to leave, but before exiting the room a thought came to the young man.

"Principal Weems, that whole ceremony was super messed up."

"Yes the fire was unfortunate-"

"I meant all that praise for Joseph Crackstone." Harry interrupted. "Do you know what kind of man he really was?"

The blonde woman sighed with exhaustion and moved to sit back behind her desk. "I am well aware. Our school was built upon his land after he was killed and every principal since the beginning has made sure the ones that came after knew the evil he committed so we could keep it from occurring to our students again."

Now Wednesday was getting annoyed, "Then why would you make us all sit through a glorified veneration ceremony for the man?"

For a moment it seemed like Weems wasn't going to answer, but after a while she seemed to lose the strength to resist and just looked… tired. "Because the normies in town have been spoon-fed a watered down version of his story since they were infants. When they see Joseph Crackstone, they see a pioneer that founded their town and brought civilization to the wilds. They don't see the mass murderer, the bigot, the genocidal maniac. And reminding them of the truth will only lead to discord, pain, and denial. It is very likely that the populace would accuse us of trying to sully his good name and drive us out. Probably with pitchforks and torches."

"You're burying your head in the sand." The goth accused.

"I'm trying to keep from escalating a volatile situation and keep my students safe!" Weems shot back. "Yes, the truth matters, Ms. Addams, but in this case the truth can only hurt us. There is no benefit to stirring up trouble here and every danger in doing so. Picking one's battles is important, and this is one that we will not win if it starts."

To Wednesday's shock, her boyfriend was actually nodding along to those words. "It makes sense. I'm assuming the mayor also knows, and he provides the school certain benefits for not rocking the boat?"

"Yes, we pay no taxes for our institution and are provided a stipend for new books and supplies every year. How did you know?"

"It's good business. Instead of picking a useless fight you keep things level and use the danger of it to benefit us all. Very smart."

"I am glad at least one of you can see that. Now off with you, I have paperwork to do and any further lecturing would be useless at this point. Keep in mind Parent's Day is fast approaching so you might think about what you are going to show yours when they come here."

Giving his educator a wicked grin, Harry said, "I'm pretty sure my dad would be more interested in looking at you than anything I could show him of the school."

The blonde actually blushed at his words as she shooed him out of the office altogether.

"So… Parent's Day." Harry hedged.

"Yes, what of it?"

"I'll be meeting your parents."

Wednesday looked at her boyfriend as if he'd lost his mind. "Harry, you've already met my parents."

"But this time I'll be meeting them as your boyfriend. Enid's too for that matter."

Understanding dawned in the girl's eyes and she nodded. "Yes, I imagine that will be harrowing for you. I'll have Thing make up a big bowl of popcorn for Enid and I to watch the show with." With that, the goth strutted off down the hall with her sulking boyfriend imagining his upcoming doom while also enjoying the distinct sway of her hips.