When Harry met Wednesday

Chapter 1: When Harry met Wednesday

Disclaimer: I own neither Harry Potter, nor The Addams Family. All I claim as my own, is the way I've arranged the words into something resembling a story.

Author's note: Thoughts of Suicide in this chapter, so if that bothers you, don't read. Considering this is an M-Rated Addams Family story, you really shouldn't be reading at all if the macabre disturbs you.

I love The Addams Family in all its iterations, and was surprised at how well it can integrate into the world of Harry Potter.

Each version of the family is slightly different. I'm basing my characters on the live action movie 'The Addams Family' and its sequel 'Addams Family Values.'

Let me know what you think, any sort of review is more than welcome.

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Chapter 1:
When Harry met Wednesday

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The waves crashed violently on the jagged rocks below. He'd been staring down at the meeting point of ocean and cliff for hours now. As he looked back on his life up to this point, he wondered why it had taken him so long to think of this solution.

Starved and neglected as a child, he grew up scrawny and weak. He'd also been forced to endure countless beatings at the hands of his cousin.

As he grew older every manner of chore had been heaped upon him. From cooking and dishes, to gardening and home repair, he'd been forced to work for what food he did receive.

His cousin gathered like-minded friends, who joined in on his beatings. The only consolation being that he could often outrun his tormenters.

He had thought his troubles had come to an end on his eleventh birthday, when he learned that he was a wizard. He was whisked away to a wondrous world of magic where he learned he was famous!

He was Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived. Unfortunately his fame brought him more trouble than benefit. He nearly died several times that first year at the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, but he was so enamored with magic, that he didn't dwell on it.

Then his life really started to go downhill. A twisted cycle of summer with his horrible relatives, then off to school where his life was in constant danger. Things got worse and worse, and Harry grew bitter.

By this point he had learned how to hide his true feelings, so few knew how he really felt. The only exception was the anger that refused to be tamped down. The rage would bubble to the surface, and cause him even more trouble.

The one shining ray of hope was his godfather who'd escaped from prison. A man who'd been wrongly convicted, and spent over a decade trapped in the wizard prison of Azkaban, Sirius Black was Harry's ticket to a better life.

Unfortunately, he was still wanted by the ministry. No matter the testimony or evidence, Minister Cornelius Fudge refused to exonerate Sirius. The escaped prisoner was too useful as a scapegoat. Still, the hope for a better life was there. Then it was gone in an instant.

Sirius was dead, and Harry knew it was his fault.

Not only did Harry's monumental mistake kill his godfather, but his friends nearly all lost their lives as well. Everything good in his life was nearly completely destroyed thanks to him. Thus he stood on the edge, looking down at an end to his suffering. A single thought slowly gaining traction:

Just one step, and it will all be over.

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Earlier that day