Harry Potter and Camp Chippewa

Chapter 5:

Returned to Camp Chippewa, Harry had sent Hedwig on a flight across the Atlantic Ocean to Gringotts. The Goblins did not care that Sirius was a wanted criminal or that Remus was a werewolf, gladly handing them the portkey to Hawaii.

Sirius had written Harry a thank you note, and Wednesday was dismayed to hear that Remus had taken his Wolfsbane potion with him and did not turn Debbie. However, they did interact with the Honeymoon couple, and with his wolf nose, Remus had smelled Fester. He reported the likeliness of him having been burnt or electrocuted.

"Her attempts to murder him have failed," Harry reassured. "As expected, his Addams blood is keeping him from dying as easily as a normal Muggle. You need not worry, I should think."

"Dear Wednesday and Pugsley," Wednesday read aloud off of Fester's letter to her. "I love you dearly, but I can never see you again. When you are grown up, and very lonely, you will understand. Love, Uncle Fester."

Harry winced at Wednesday's hinted tone of disappointment in her voice. "He's a dead man," she announced mournfully.

Harry heard a bird's screech and looked up at the arrow Pugsley had shot, and at the bird that he had shot down. "Is that..."

"That's an American Bald Eagle!" Becky gasped in horror.

Gary frowned, scrutinizing the bird. "But aren't they extinct?"

"They are now," Wednesday said bitterly, grabbing the bow and arrow.

Harry pat her shoulder. "Don't worry. Sirius and Remus are worried for Fester now. They're following them and they will ensure your Uncle returns to you all someday. For now, why don't we revive that Eagle. As much as I approve of occasional murder, animals are innocent."

"You're too soft."

"They are animals, cara mia. They will kill each other eventually. Or better yet, let them reproduce and murder their descendants. More to hunt in the future, darling."

Wednesday saw the appeal in what he spoke of, and shot her arrow into the canoe floating in the lake, sinking it and causing the two girls on it to panic and swim to the surface in confusion. "You make a fair point," she sighed. "Alright. Take the bird then."

Harry chuckled and took the bow from her hands, planting a quick kiss upon her lips, completely uncaring of the others in line and the two Grangers gaping at their display of affection, whispering and blushing at the sight. "Don't worry, me amor. I will watch this place and that woman burn in your hands."

"You always know what to say, mon cœur," Wednesday smirked, before walking away.

Harry aimed and shot his arrow into the bullseye, splitting Amanda's arrow into half. "What?" He snapped at the stares.

•••

Hermione sighed. "The Eagle will be fine. Thanks to your illegal wand, I could use the healing spells I read. Of course, now that its imprinted on me, Crookshanks now has a playmate."

"Hedwig came with another letter," Harry announced, his snowy owl resting on one shoulder and nuzzling his cheeks, while Wednesday's head rested on his other. "Remus and Sirius took the portkey and followed Debbie and Fester to their new mansion. They enclosed a picture."

He took the image of the mansion out of the envelope and the four gasped in horror. "Pastels!" Hermione trembled. "Oh, and what has she done to Fester?!"

"It's disgusting."

Pugsley gagged. "What does the rest of the letter say?"

Harry turned back to his piece of parchment. "It says: 'We also went to visit your girlfriend's parents in the address you told us, and Harry, they remind me of my mum, but less banshee like and more vampire aesthetic. Which is a big improvement, and judging by their looks, I'm guessing your girlfriend is the looker too, eh?! Harry, this is Remus, don't listen to Sirius. Anyways, we met Gomez and Morticia and they got the same note about never seeing Fester again. We're concerned for your girlfriend's Uncle, Harry. We'll keep on watching them for you. I'm so glad that you found someone special to you, Harry. I really am. We'll see you at the end of your summer, and we'd love to meet Wednesday. Best wishes, Moony and Padfoot.'"

"Awww, Professor Lupin still sounds the same, doesn't he Harry? And I'm glad Sirius is regaining his spirit after his thirteen years in Azkaban," Hermione offered a smile.

"And it seems that I should introduce you to them soon, me amor. They seem about just as eager as you," Harry smiled softly, kissing Wednesday's temple. "I trust Sirius and Remus to take care of your Uncle. They're both very accomplished wizards, and Remus could always just bite her. Even if it's not on the full moon, a small hint of the lycanthropy should be enough to kill her."

"—and as their leader in the secondary, but still compelling written role of Pocahontas, guess who we have in mind?" Becky challenged with a mocking voice. "Our own little brunette outcast, Wednesday Addams."

Eyes widened, all four of them crept up to see over the seats, disbelieving as the Grangers gave him a disgusting grin.

•••

"Betrothed to Pocahontas, Running Bear?" Hermione glared at the play script in disgust. "It isn't even historically accurate! And it's going to make Wednesday praise Amanda and rub her ego."

"How are you related to those idiots, Hermione?" Pugsley questioned.

Hermione whimpered. "I'm so sorry, everyone. My Uncle and Aunt are too cruel. I despise them as much as you, but they're normal in front of my parents. I wish I could let them know..."

"Where are Wednesday and Harry?"

Hermione blinked and looked around for the couple who had been with them just moments ago. "Let's...not search for them. We might end up seeing something we don't want to."

And right they were.

In the Girls Cabin, Harry was comforting Wednesday with rough kisses and rubbing soothing circles on her back. "I don't want to play in their stupid show," Wednesday scowled, before Harry attacked her lips, drawing blood and licking the iron-flavored liquid from her mouth, savoring the flavour of Wednesday Addams on his tongue.

Wednesday moaned as she tasted her own blood from his tongue. "Stop distracting me, mon cher. We need to find a way to escape this."

Harry sighed and kissed her brow lightly. "I know how you despise the idea of this performance, ma cherie, but do not worry," he reassured. "I assure you. I have experience in acting. For the past three years, pretending to be a noble Gryffindor hero in front of Albus Dumbledore. I know how to manipulate the mind and control them to the end of their usefulness."

"Stop, Harry," Wednesday shuddered with pleasure as Harry trailed kissed down her jawline. "That won't help us in this situation."

"Darling, did you not desire the destruction of this hellhole?"

This piqued Wednesday's interest. His Avada green eyes placed themselves upon her dark brown endless orbs. "Just leave it to me, my dear," Harry promised, biting into her neck and lapping up the blood he drew. Wednesday grasped at his dark curls and gasped in pleasure.

"Oh me amor!" Wednesday screamed.

"Ma cœur," Harry chuckled darkly.