When Harry met Wednesday

Chapter 4: Sculpture and Dance

WARNING: Alright, this is the chapter where I start to justify that 'M' rating. If you've made it this far, but are squeamish in the face of blood and guts, turn back now.

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Chapter 4:
Sculpture and Dance

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Back when it was still their headquarters, half of the Order of the Phoenix could not walk through the foyer of Grimmauld Place without setting off Mrs. Black's portrait. Interestingly enough, the entire Addams family was able to pass by without issue.

Even the added challenge of moving in didn't cause them to awaken the harridan. It wasn't really even that they were trying to be quiet. They all just moved with various levels of grace and stealth naturally.

Harry had in fact forgotten all about his godfather's mother.

When everything had been brought inside, Harry went to join everyone inside, but was stopped by Gomez.

"We've got a little surprise for you." He said with a lopsided grin, his lit cigar in one hand, and a silk blindfold in the other.

Harry looked at the cigar and blindfold. "A firing Squad?"

With a sharp laugh Gomez stuck the cigar between his teeth. "Don't be ridiculous. We didn't bring any guns with us." He handed Harry the blindfold. "Put that on, I think you'll like this!"

Harry tied the silk tightly around his eyes, and allowed Gomez to lead him inside.

Almost immediately he could smell the distinct aroma of blood, and was that whimpering he heard?

Gomez tore the blindfold away and yelled, "Tada!"

A few things happened all at once.
Harry saw the Addamses all lined up along the walls, just awaiting his reaction.

The curtains on Mrs. Blacks portrait sprang open, and she began screaming. What drew his attention the most was a grotesque display right in front of the screaming portrait. There was a pool of blood with a makeshift throne formed from the headless bodies of three
Death Eaters.

Rising from the back of the throne were three pikes holding the heads of the aforementioned Death Eaters. Decorating the throne were four Bone-White Masks, and four wands were displayed before the throne, just outside the pool of blood.

The centerpiece of the gruesome work of art was a still living Death Eater sitting on the throne made from his dead friends. Tied to the the throne, he was gagged and whimpering piteously. Tears flowed freely, and even with all of the blood, Harry could smell proof that he had lost control of his bodily functions.

Harry walked forward, fascinated by the grisly beauty. As he got closer, he started getting more annoyed with Walburga Black's constant shrieking.

"Filthy murderers! Vile blood traitors! How dare you strike down those who follow the Dark Lord!" She noticed, and recognized Harry.

"You!,
Disgusting half-blood, what kind of vermin have been allowed to walk the halls of the house of my forefathers!"