Turning The Tides (Harry Potter and the Addams Family)

Chapter 9

Cedric raised an eyebrow as he sees his family patriarch walk in, but his eyes soon widen as he looks at Harry's face. His eyes were wide, and an insane spark danced through them as if setting fires to his mind with reckless abandon. His left eye twitched, a smiled filled with bloodlust lighting up his features. This was a side of him Cedric had never seen before, but one he had heard about. Despite Cedric being with Harry for nearly a year he knew this was something that only Wednesday, Hermione and Pugsley saw, they were his inner circle, his tight knit group, his closest confidants. Harry had cracked, and Cedric felt widely out of his depth.

It wasn't clear to Fleur or Viktor as they didn't know him well enough, if they ever would at all.  Harry's mask had finally fallen, "vhat is the matter?" Fleur asked with an edge in her voice. It was a worried edge. Fleur had a little sister so younger students usually reminded her of Gabrielle, Harry was no exception to the rule despite how much older he was to her sister. It didn't help that she could see a broken look in his eyes, someone had hurt him, and that made her bristle with rage. "Do zay want us back in ze hall?" Fleur asked.

"Non, Mme Delacour semble juste que quelqu'un ait décidé que je voulais faire cela contre mon gré" (no Ms Delacour just seems like someone decided that I wanted to do this against my will). She smiled slightly at Harry's use of her first language but tilted her head in confusion until the door violently burst open.

Dumbledore ran in with the other headmasters, Professor Snape. Professor Moody, and Professor McGonagall, "now that were away from prying eyes," Dumbledore placed his hands on Harry shoulders. Harry looked at them with wide eyes one of them twitching. "Harry tell me the truth, did you-"

"No, now remove your hands before I do."

Snape was tempted to make a snide remark, but it was clear to him that the Harry brought up by Lily wretched sister wasn't present. This was James Potter, Lily Evans and Andrea Daring all rolled into one big ball of madness and dark magic. A being that thrived on Chaos and the suffering of others. This was not the son of the Lily Evans he had met as a child and fell in love with, this was the son of Lily Potter, his closest friend, and the only woman who could terrify him, bar Bellatrix Lestrange.

Professor McGonagall was terrified the moment Dumbledore had places his hands on the boy, this was Andrea Daring's son. She may not had birthed him, but he was still her son, she would've instilled boundaries in her son so strong that even if he couldn't remember her, he would remember what she would say as if it was his own subconscious speaking to him. Andrea was notorious for stabbing people who touched her without permission, she was never in trouble though because no one could ever prove it was the soft spoken Hufflepuff. They all knew it was her though. 

And all that was without mentioning the genetic brand of crazy that Albus seemed to forget all the Potters possessing.

Dumbledore let out a scoff of surprise, "Now is not the time for games Harry,"

Harry in one swift motion Harry pulled a knife out of his boot, "Does it look like I'm playing games? I will willingly stab myself in the shoulder if it gets your hands off of me," Harry snarled.

McGonagall pulled Dumbledore away from him. Harry's green eyes were reminding her a little too much of Lily, the woman who once burned Dumbledore branding her Initials into the headmaster as a warning. Because of that woman there was a dark L.E scared on him, and he seemed to have forgotten that this was her child.

"I already told you I didn't place my name in the goblet and don't think you can twist this around. You will give me my emancipation. I know about the blood wards some of the most medicore magic, I've ever seen, I truly don't care, it's not helping anyway."