Turning The Tides (Harry Potter and the Addams Family)

Chapter 2

As the morning came Wednesday decided she hated alarm clocks, or more specifically the one Harry had. So, she promptly hit the clock off his bed side table and let it shatter on the ground. The sound of the shattering woke Harry rather than the alarm itself, he rolled over kissing Wednesdays temple and got up to get ready for the day. When he got out of bed, he noticed that she immediately fell back to sleep. He decided to let her sleep a little longer as he showered and got dressed.

Harry came out 20 minutes later in black jeans with rips in the knees, leather combat boots, a studded belt, a black T-shirt and, a chain with a padlock, his usual messy hair still damp and his glasses hanging out of his mouth as he held them with his teeth trying to fix his hair. Wednesday was awake again kneeled on his bed and brushing out her hair, "good morning, Shrike." Harry greeted, leaning down to peck her lips.

"Good morning my Raven," Wednesday greeted. Harry deeply inhaled to find that she lit one of the poising candles leading a smirk to decorate his face. He took the brush from her and kneel behind her tying her hair into her twin braids.

There was a knock on the door, "come in," Harry called.

Neville walked in a raised an eyebrow at the position the two were in but otherwise said nothing, "breakfast in ten minutes then we break off into groups for the platform."

Harry nodded and whistled for wisp; the blue snake slithered up his arm and drapped himself around his shoulders. $You're coming with me this year$ he said petting the snake's head after he finished tying up Wednesday's hair.

"Mon Cher?" Wednesday asked truing around to face him, "Why are you dressed liked that. I know this is normal for you, but I thought you were posing as Gryffindors golden boy for the dear old headmaster. You look like you're attending his funeral." Wednesday almost looked delighted at the idea of attending a funeral.

"I've decided that I don't really care about him anymore, Cara Mia. Let him think I've gone insane, let him think it's his fault," Harry's eyes widened and a crazed smile appeared on his face. Wednesday had never been more in love. She had fixed him, he was no longer afraid, and that's all she could really ask for.

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By the time breakfast was over everyone was just about ready, Harry and Hermione were putting together flasks with toxic concoctions for themselves. Harry took out a tin and filled it with cyanide capsules and packed a bag of deadly nightshade and lily of the valley berries for himself and Wednesday. "Pushing our luck don't you think. Ronald gonna notice," Hermione said worriedly stealing a Nightshade berry.

"Doesn't really matter anymore," Harry shrugged. His original plan was just to wait it all out. Get through school with as little trouble as possible, but every year it was something new that Harry had to defeat because Dumbledore couldn't be bothered. He wanted Harry to be his perfect little soldier boy. Well, if he wanted to see a soldier, Harry would bring him to the war. "Let him think we've completely lost it. Let's scare him senseless, drive him nuts all year making everyone think he broke us. We just have to act normal until the train start moving," Harry giggled like a maniac placing his flask, the berries and the capsules into his satchel letting wisp curl up his arm under his jacket. Hermione smiled; she liked this plan better.

He walked out to Wednesday who was wearing her signature black dress. The only thing different in her appearance was a sliver key hanging from her neck Harry recognized it as the Key that unlocked the padlock necklace he had on. "She'll finally get to see the castle," he told Wednesday.

"She could be of great help to us as well."

"Of course, she is quite the spy, $aren't you quite the spy$" she hissed appreciatively and nipped at Harry's ear and Wednesday's hand. They both shivered delightedly as they felt her venom course through them. A simple light tingling sensation to the two of them, but deadly to anyone else.

"Get a move on kids!" Sirius hollered. He couldn't leave the house in Europe, so all he could do was make sure everyone got out of the house in one piece.

He looked at the picture of Lily, James, Andrea, and Harry that sat on the mantal piece than back at Harry and Wednesday looking at one another like they were the stars and moon themselves. They were each other's demonic song; they would dance a deadly dance all the way through hell for one another and that was something he knew for fact simply by Wednesday being ready to step through the doors of Hogwarts arm an arm with Harry knowing everything they had told her. "You guys would be proud of him," he whispered to the picture. "He's just like you Lils, with James' look and Andrea's hope and planning skills. He's the perfect blend of all three of you."

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Once at the train Hermione, Pugsley, Harry and Wednesday found a compartment staying out of the Weasley's line of sight. If Molly saw them, she would know something was up and tell Dumbledore pronto. They didn't need him to get a head start on planning how to get them back under his thumb. It wasn't until the train started moving that Ron actually found them, "mate I've been looking for you guys all up and down the train." He then realized Pugsley and Wednesday almost immediately "who are they?" He asked in a rather nasty tone.

Harry glared making his distain crystal clear, "this is Pugsley and Wednesday, my girlfriend. If you address her or Pugsley like that again, we're going to have a problem." Ron backed up and Wednesday stepped on Harry's foot. Harry Immediately fixed himself. He shook his head placing a hand to his temple and shook his head as if shaking himself out of thought. "Sorry just had a bad summer."

"What happened?" he asked pretending to care sitting down next to Hermione who looked like she wanted to stab him.

"The Muggles sent Harry to my wretched aunt and uncles camp, abusive gits the lot of them. All four," Hermione ranted.

"You were there too?" She nodded shivering at the thought of the Harmony Hut and looked out the window. Pugsley grasped Hermione's hand, not missing the glare nor the jealous twang in Ron's voice. Pugsley wasn't one to take disrespect lying down so he sent one right back.

Harry groaned, "honestly I've come to the conclusion that there is no good in their world," Ron tried to interrupt but Harry wouldn't allow it. "First my aunt and Uncle shove me in the closet for ten years, my cousin beats on me all the while, my teachers didn't notice or care. No one called the cops, and they convinced the whole street that I was a bad kid and deserved to be punished and now the Grangers. Including Hermione parents because they sent her there and hate her."

Hermione just nodded her head leaning it against the cool glass window, "The Muggles world is unusually cruel, I hate it." She growled pulling out her flask and taking a long sip of the nightshade juice spiked with some type of poison, watered down just a bit. Neither was sure which flask they ended up with they had just grabbed one and left.

"Murder is always an option," Wednesday said casually taking a berry from Harry.

"Wednesday!" Harry shouted seeing Ron's terrified face, "what have we talked about?" Ron made and odd face, this had been a topic of discussion already!

"We play with our victims first?"

"Good," her kissed her forehead and smirked. He took a cigar Pugsley offered him and threw his legs up on Hermione who playfully glared at him.

Hermione opened the compartment window, "I don't mind the smell of the smoke, but you might just gas out Ronald you two." She riffled though her bag and groaned, "Harry do you have any Lily of the Vally berries left." Harry pulled out the toxic berries and handed them to his sister.

Ron sputtered a bit, "those are poisonous!" Was all he managed to get out in the commotion.

She locked eyes with him and ate a handful, "and?"

"Despicable right?" Pugsley asked, "I told her the best poison is in the deadly nightshade they cause hallucinations and taste best when you can drink it."

"And I told you that's exactly what I'm doing. That's what my juice is made from," She tapped his cheek and went back to her snack.

"Your brothers are the twins Fred and George, correct?" Wednesday asked knowing fully well that they were. He nodded warily; this whole situation was insane. "Wonderful do you know if they prefer physical or psychological torture?"

Published: Nov 30th, 2021
Edited: Jun 3rd, 2023