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Summary

Parselmouths, the Chamber and Lockhart. Well, well, well...

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Chapter 1

Title: Harveste Addams and the Chamber of Secrets

Crossover: Harry Potter and the Addams Family

Summary: Parselmouth, a Chamber and Lockhart. Well, well, well

Warning: Addams Family Sadism and Cross-dressing

This must be what they mean by inspirationwhen you lay awake at night withyour characters stampeding through your brain, then waking up at the crack ofdawn. Literally. 5. 30 AM. My brain was like, that's enough, now get downstairs!

I'm surprised no one mentioned Snape's scene. I loved that he got pwn'd, hehe.Anyways, thank you guys SO much for continuing to read this story. Just three hoursafter posting and I got four reviews! Shura Magami, you read my mind (now that'sscary) and don't you worry! We've got six more years to go! And technicallyHarveste did kill that troll. Ri-nee-chan, my dear, my brain went into little pieces at

the thought of a Naked Quidditch Match. Hellkeeper6, you'll just have to see, ne?Ninggay, yours was one of the first reviews and Harveste is rubbing his hands at the

possibilities. As for the rest, darlings, this is for you. And please keep your eyespeeled for spelling mistakes! I am beta-less at the moment, and no I won't be takinganyone for the Harveste Addams series. It would just tease everyone else.

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"Unicorn blood! You do love me!"

"Of course I do." Harry smiled indulgently as his sister hugged him, then grabbedher wrist and spun her out. The knife in her hand glinted maddeningly in the

candlelight. "Minx."

"You said you were rusty!"

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"Yes, I believe I did."

Something whispered through the air and he leapt back, his eyes snapping up tolook at the second floor railing. The dynamite exploded a foot away, peppering hisopen umbrella with shrapnel. A particularly sharp piece sliced through the lace andhe caught it in one hand.

"Honestly, Pugsley."

Wednesday executed a textbook backflip, pulling a particularly wicked cleaver offone wall. Pugsley hefted another bomb. This looked bigger.

Harry smiled and took out his fan. Its edge flared silver in the dim light.

"Look at them." Morticia's voice was calm over the metallic din.

"Yes," Gomez' teeth were clenched around a newly lit cigar, his arm around hiswife as they looked on. Sawdust and smoke were already making it hard to see."Madmen, the whole lot."

"It's so nice to have them home again."

Harry glared at the contents of his closet. There was an eep, and a scaly, grayinghand was withdrawn, vanishing in front of Hermione's fascinated eyes.

"I leave for a year and everyoneforgets their manners." He said. "Bloodyboogeymen"

"Don't worry about it, Harry." There was a two-inch tear down the side of herblouse, but there was no blood. "I can sew it up in a jiffy."

"You're too kind. I've got something that will fit you. Wait just a sec."

Harry stepped into his closet. There was a faint gurgling, and then the sound ofsomeone kicking at a sack of wet meat. Hermione winced at a thin, high wail thatpierced the air, then it was cut off, and Harry stepped out again, a dress in hishands. It was black, and she hadn't expected any other color, but it differed from allthe other dresses that Harry wore because the roses printed on it weren't wilted.

"It's very pretty."

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"You can keep it. It isn't my style anyway. I'm not one for flowers."

There was only one way to describe this place: Pure Bedlam.

Blaise ducked yet another arrow that whistled overhead, pulling Draco down withhim. This was notthe way he imagined his summer.

"Stay still, damn you!"

"Skunks aren't pets,Maman."

"No, they're dinner!"

"Harveste, are you sure this is safe?"

Harry chuckled behind his hand. He had been certain Wednesday would havestrapped someone into the Chair sooner, but his friends were surprisingly adept athiding and evasion. There was hope for them yet.

Draco blinked at him from the Chair. The metal around his wrists and forehead

were the exact shade of his eyes. "Harveste?"

"Safety is just another state of mind." Wednesday whispered darkly, a grim smilepasted on her face as she clutched the throw lever. "Ready?"

"Ah-"

"Darlings! Tea!"

"We're justdoing something, Mother! Won't take a minute!"

"Come downstairs this instant! The tea's getting cold!"

Harry crouched down in the shade of the house, Hermione next to him. In thedark, cold soil, there were tiny green shoots, barely above ground. They wereswaying though there was no breeze so close to the wall, and when he brushed a

hand over them, one tried to grab his finger.

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"Mother, Cleopatra's sprouting again!" He called.

"How wonderful."

Aside from a tightening grip on his hand, Hermione didn't move a muscle. Helooked at her out of the corner of his eye. Admittedly, she had nearly jumped out of

her skin the first few times his mother had materialized behind them, but now shewas taking it in her stride, more or less. It was admirable.

He just wished Draco and Blaise could be the same. He could hear their screamsin the distance, followed by the distinctive sounds of minefields. Ah, Uncle Fester.

"Would you like to take one to school, my little viper? I have read your Hogwarts:A History, and not one cognizant, cut-throat, venomous plant in the whole place.

How did you survive the year?"

"It's not so bad, Mother. I haven't gone through all of the Forbidden Forest yet,perhaps there is a species there worthy of some experimentation."

"There'suh" The young girl cleared her throat self-consciously as they bothlooked at her, but pressed on, forcing the words out of her mouth. "There's theWhomping Willow. It'scognizant."

"That's true." A hint of surprise crept into his voice, and he smiled at her. "Youhave an excellent memory. She's right, Mother. The Willow is particularlydestructive. I shall send you a cutting."

"Still," His mother said softly, her eyes gleaming. "You will take one, and you aswell, Hermione. There can never be too many carnivorous plants, as I always say.Now, where is Lurch?"

"We should go." Harry whispered to his companion as his mother started to glideaway, muttering to herself. He stood up, smoothing the back of his skirt, thenoffered her a hand.

"Why?"

"I don't think you're quite ready for toxic fumes just yet."

"Harry, I think this is for you."

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Harry turned around. There was a cage in his sister's hand, too small if he wasany judge. Whatever creature was stuffed in it must have been in excruciating pain.His sister had always taken pride in that.

There was a hint of pillow case and long ears, one of which looked like it had metthe business end of a razor.

"Have you been playing under the bed again?"

"No, Harry." Wednesday snapped the lock in her little fingers and threw it awaybefore shaking the creature loose. "I was just about to when I caught this."

"Hey, that's Dobby." Draco said, as he caught a glimpse of knobby hands and aneven knobbier face.

"Darling, when you're holding a bow and arrow, the correct thing to do with it is

aim. I'll teach you to do it by instinct later on."

"Right, right."

As his blond friend sighted down the length of the feathered shaft at a bound andgagged Blaise, Harry looked down at the shivering somethingbefore him.

"Ha-Harry Potter." It quavered. His sister had that kind of effect on people.

"I see you're from Britain." He sighed. This whole Harry Potter business was

getting very tiresome. "My name is Harveste. If you do not use it when speaking tome, I shall give you back to the girl who brought you here."

"N-no! Please don't!Please!"

"I thought house elves were used to pain." Draco muttered, voice muffled byconcentration. "They inflict it upon themselves when they think they haven't donewhat their master wants."

"My sister isinventive, let's say. As am I."

The creature quailed.

Thwack!

"Do try and concentrate, Draco. We want Blaise in one piece for later."

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This was more like it. Shopping for school supplies. Something normal.

The gash on his arm twinged and Blaise gingerly put his hand over it. It wasn't asbad as it was yesterday. Granny Frump, mad old crone though she was, had givenhim a salve to put on it. It had smelled like moldy shoes, but it was working.

They were turning down Knockturn Alley.

"UhMister Addams?"

The permanently jolly man in the pinstripe suit clapped a hand on his shoulder.Blaise flinched. He hadn't quite gotten over the electric shocker yet. "Yes, my littlecarbuncle?"

"Umthis is Knockturn Alley."

"Yes!" He exclaimed exuberantly, turning a few cloaked heads. "Lovely place, isn'tit? Delightfully dank and deplorable."

"Absolutely filthy." Granny Frump cackled. It seemed to be the only way she couldtalk. "Reminds me of old London when Jack was around."

"Jack?" Hermione asked.

"Jack the Ripper, old family friend. I take credit for his decline into depravity, youknow. Ah, there's the shop. Come along."

The bell dinged, muffled by the dust of ages.

"Hello?"

They walked out few minutes later, leaving behind a near-comatose shopkeeper.Harry had a new crystal ball in his hands, and Wednesday had a Hand in hers.

"Call that a Hand of Glory." Gomez was muttering darkly. "Bet he didn't move somuch as a few thousand dollars. What kind of thieves are they allowing to roam the

streets nowadays? It's a disgrace!"

"Times move on, monsauvage, the world turns."

"You always know exactly what to say, caramia, my darling, my one and only brideof death"

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"Oh Gomez."

Blaise kept his horrified eyes straight ahead. Draco was doing the same.Hermione, the wench, was laughing behind her hand, clutching Harveste's shoulderwith the other. The Addams parents had been doing that constantly over the pastfew days, amorously indecent even in front of their children and visitors. It was a

wonder they didn't just devour each other.

The incessant smooching continued, only to be interrupted by

"Harry Potter, I'd know you anywhere!"

Both Pugsley and Hermione grabbed Harveste's hand, which had sprouted senbon. They hadn't had enough time to catch a hold of Wednesday too.

Thunk thunk thunk.

The look in her eyes was purely demonic. "Whatdid you call my brother?"

Cameras stopped in mid-flash and the crowd around Flourish and Blotts partedlike the Red Sea, except with less blood. There was a shocked blond man pinnedagainst the wall, a few feet above the ground, blue eyes wide and staring. A metaldart glinted just an inch from his groin.

"Wednesday, darling, that's no way to act in public."

The man whimperedas Morticia drifted forward, her husband still rapturouslyattached to her lace-covered arm. Her crimson lips turned upwards.

"Hello there. We are the Addams family. I'm sure you've heard of us."

"Mother, I can't decide between the plum and the russet."

"Why don't you ask your friend, my viper?"

Hermione looked appraisingly at the skirts that Harry was holding against himself.Blaise and Draco had bowed out quickly when they had realized that their friendtook his cross-dressing tendencies seriously enough to go into a womens' only store.They were probably doing other guy things, like eating at Florean Fortescue's ice

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"You look pretty in anything, Harry." She offered, privately wishing she had hislegs. It was better that she didn't voice that thought though. Knowing the Addamsfamily, they had someone'slegs just waiting around for the asking.

"Yes, but which one will hide the bloodstains better?"

They were back in Hogwarts, sitting in the Great Hall for breakfast. There wasscreaming.

"What is that wonderful sound?"

Draco winced as the screech became even more high-pitched. A week at theAddams household should have made him immune, but Molly Weasley's vocal range

was on a whole different register. Wednesday could have learned a thing or two, andthat was saying something. That girl could torture for hours.

"That's a Howler," Blaise was saying around his mouthful of scrambled eggs."Apparently, Weasley was caught flying in his father's enchanted Ford Anglia.Stupid git probably thought he'd make an entrance this year."

"How lovely. I must tell Wednesday."

"Why? Did you want a car?"

"Of course not. I shall tell her about the Howler. She'll have such fun with it. Iwonder how many screams it can hold?"

Draco winced again.

"We'll be repotting Mandrakes today! Who can tell me the properties of aMandrake?"

Blaise watched the answering Ravenclaw. Harry was next to him, a pale fingerpoking the soft earth.

"You should put on earmuffs." Draco whispered, noticing how Harveste's handwas inching towards the tuft of green that jutted from the pot.

"Should I?"

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"The cry of the Mandrake is fatal to those who hear it." Another Ravenclaw,Marietta Edgecombe, answered from a few feet away. Professor Sprout beamed,completely oblivious to the whispering Slytherins.

"Is it really?"

"Harveste, don't-"

The baby Mandrake blinked in the sudden light, the ugliest dirt-encrusted,misshapen lump that Blaise had ever seen. Still swiveling a bit from the force withwhich it had been pulled, it opened its toady mouth, ready to wail them all intooblivion.

Emerald eyes gleamed in the sunlight that lanced down into the greenhouse.

The Mandrake closed its mouth quickly, fists jammed over its lips and nose. Its

eyes were huge with fright, and despite its efforts, a tiny whimper escaped.

Harry poked it with the end of a senbon. It wriggled, but stayed silent. "Pity. Itwould have been so entertaining."

It was their first Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and it was stupid, in Draco's

mind.

"'What is Gilderoy Lockhart's favorite color?' What kind of drivel is this?"

Harry was already finished. His paper was face down on the desk, his handsfolded primly above it. The Chinese fan was meticulously placed next to his quill.

"It was in YearoftheYeti." He smiled, looking over at his frowning friend. "They're

quite good storybooks. Excellent for Pubert."

"Mister Po - Addams," Lockhart hurriedly corrected. "MisterAddamsis absolutelyright. Everyone has to put a littlemore elbow grease into reading their books.They're bestsellers!"

"Bullshit." Blaise muttered behind them. "I could write better in my sleep."

Harry chuckled. "Now, now. Let's give him a chance, hmm?"

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The teacher, if that was what they were called nowadays, kept talking in front ofthe class, his head clearly in the clouds. It was like Hogwarts had dredged thedepths of the Pool of Morons and come up with a bunch of talking algae.

"We could kill him, you know, and everyone would be better off." Draco whisperedsoftly, his grey eyes like shards of flint as his quill tip dug into the parchment.

"'Greatest achievement', my ass. He's an idiot. It's a pity your sister didn't finishhim off in Diagon Alley."

Harry hid his smile behind his fan. "How bloodthirsty you two have become. I'llmake an Addams out of you yet."

Their sudden viciousness melted away, replaced by growing horror, and he

chuckled again.

"Freshly caught Cornish Pixies!"

"An idiot, what did I say?"

A blue smudgezoomedover them, cackling madly. The whole class erupted intochaos. Lockhart waved his wand and said "PeskipiksiPesternomi!" in tones heprobably assumed were commanding.

It had no effect whatsoever. Ink bottles were smashed, tables overturned and hairwas pulled. Draco was pleased to see Lockhart being dragged painfully backwards,

his golden curls in the spindly little fingers of no less than five pixies. Shreddedbooks rained down upon everything, reduced to confetti.

"Dear me. What a lovely ruckus."

One pixie made the fatal mistake of getting too close.

A quill tore through the air, followed by the sharp gleam of a razor edge. It fellonto the table, cleanly bisected. The quill had gone straight through its head.

Harry stood up, his fan over his mouth and a cheery look in his eyes.

"Let's have a littlefun."

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Harry blinked at the sudden flash. His hand shot out, faster than a Seeker's, anddragged a little boy from the shadows he'd been hiding in.

The boy didn't look scared in the slightest. His small hands were clutching a verybig camera, the sort that Lurch used for family portraits, except this one didn't try tobite your nose off.

"Colin!" Hermione said with surprise. They had been walking towards anothersession of Double Potions. The other Gryffindors were behind them, still wary of theAddams name. "What are you doing here? Don't you have class?"

"Free period!" He squeaked happily, as if Harry weren't holding him off theground by his collar. "I wanted to get a picture of the infamous Harveste Addams!They say you used to be Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived!"

Both Draco and Blaise groaned into their palms, and Hermione placed a warning

hand on their tempestuous friend's shoulder. "He's just a first year, Harry. Don't killhim."

"Why should I?" He smiled and placed the boy gently back on the ground, his handnow on the dark hair. "He said it right. I wasHarry Potter. Such a good boy."

The boy preened under the attention.

"Gods, this lovefest is just disgusting." Pansy shouldered past them, her bulldog ofa face set in a scowl. "What's the hold up?"

"Nothing, Pansy."

The Pasrkinsons did not know the meaning of fear. After a summer of beingbolstered by her parents and extended family, Pansy felt that she had all her oldcourage back, with more to spare. Parkinsons did not cower or bow to anyone. Theyalso had no sense of self-preservation.

"Get out of my way, filthy Mudbloods." She hissed as she stalked past.

The whole corridor gasped. Harry blinked.

"What's wrong?" he asked, seeing Hermione near tears.

"She just said a bad word." Blaise sighed, awkwardly patting the Muggle-born girlon the shoulder. "It's nothing."

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"It's notnothing." Hermione hiccupped. "It meansit means"

"It means 'filthy blood', impure." Draco offered softly, looking at the door Pansyhad disappeared into. "All the purebloods know it. It's justsomething we grow upwith. But she didn't need to call you that, Hermione."

"Is that all?" Harry laughed, high and clear, like a bolt of lightning looking forsomewhere to earth itself.

Hermione looked up indignantly, her eyes bright with furious tears. A pair ofice-cold lips brushed over her forehead.

"Sticks and stones, my dear, just sticks and stones." Harry looked into her eyes,and lowered his voice. It was like hearing the devil whisper from a shadow. "And we

can do a lotwith sticks and stones."

That evening, Pansy Parkinson was knocked unconscious on her way to the dormrooms.

When she woke up, she was upside-down and underground, two inches from atoxic river that hissed every time blood from one of her many, many wounds drippedinto it. The air was thick with poisonous fumes, not quite choking her because therewas a hole the size of a quarter on the roof of the earthy cave. There was a shovel

strapped to her arm and a note taped to her forehead.

It read: Start digging.

"What do you suppose happened to Pansy?" Draco whispered to the boy besidehim.

The girl had been found a week later, on the other side of the Forbidden Forest,her eyes dead and her hair shock-white. Madame Pomfrey had had a hell of a time

getting her out of the stupor she so stubbornly remained in. She had screamed atthe thought of going back to her parents for some reason, and now she sat by herlonesome, gazing blankly into her vitamin-enriched porridge.

"Harveste happened to her, that's what."

"Your classmate has a talent." The Bloody Baron beside them said. Its sudden

appearance would have freaked out other people, but a week in the Addams house

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sort of deadened that effect. "They would have loved him in the Inquisition."

"How nice of you to say, Baron Alain." Harry smiled, sitting down beside them ashe continued. "Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington has invited us to his Deathdayparty."

"Nicholas the who-and-what now?" Blaise said, not bothering to swallow hismouthful of sausage.

"Darling, you're eating like Pugsley. Are you trying to make me homesick?"

The Addams house also took your manners and laughed at them.

"Nearly Headless Nick." The Slytherin ghost supplied. "You are going, Addams?"

"Certainly we are. Wouldn't miss it for the world."

He, for one, would have loved to miss this. Very, very definitely. This was worsethan the House. At least the people there had been alive. Mostly, anyway.

Blaise shuddered as another ghost passed through him. It was as cold asHarveste's touch, like the whole of Antarctica had been condensed into one awful

moment.

The whole place was the pits, the freezing air choked with black velvet andmoth-eaten drapes. Grey light flickered over all the ghosts and there was a soundthat was like a thousand dying cats and Wednesday's torture rack all rolled into one.Over everything there was a putrid, revolting miasma, thick enough to cut into, thatwould have done Granny Frump proud. It was centered over a table that carried abuffet that looked like it had been unearthed from the Middle Ages.

"Why would anyone want to celebrate the day they died?" he muttered into a cup

of what he hoped was water. "It's dead depressing."

"I would." Harry laughed beside him. He had a plate of nibbles in one hand. Theywere actually, literally nibblingon the plate. "My whole family would. I think it's anovel idea."

"Harveste, your cheese is crawling away."

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"The naughty thing." He skewered it with a fork. It squeaked disturbingly.

"Can we go?" Draco's teeth were chattering. He blew on his hands, but onlysucceeded in covering them in a light patina of frost. "It's freezing and I want somedinner that won't bite back."

"I don't know what you're talking about. It tastes like home. Wonderful cooking."

"Harveste, these were dug up. From the ground. There's still dirton them."

"I know. Lovely, isn't it?"

Harry raised his face to the sky, the breeze running through his fringe. In a sky

that was gloriously overcast, there were flickers of green and red. The voice of LeeJordan was in the air.

"And Gryffindor takes the lead!"

He squinted upwards. He could just barely see the shock of white hair that wasDraco on his Nimbus 2001.

"He's flying well," Blaise commented.

"Mmm."

"Harry, there you are!" Harry turned to see Hermione scrambling over the seats,hitting everyone around her with her bookbag. "Sorry, sorry, sorry"

She scooted into place beside them, beaming as she hefted up a huge copy ofHogwarts: A History. "I got it."

"Looks like everybody got it. In the face."

"Shut up, Blaise. Listen to this: Slytherin built a hidden chamber in the castle, ofwhich the other founders knew nothing. According to legend, he sealed it, making itso-"

"- that none but his heir could open it and unleash the horrors within." Harrysmiled blithely at her, his open umbrella shadowing his face. "What is this about,

Hermione?"

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"The Chamber of Secrets! Everyone is talking about it! Weren't you at breakfastthis morning?"

"Yesterday was the dark of the moon."

"Oh." When they had visited the House, they had noticed that no one got up early

after the new moon. They didn't eat breakfast either, but the cauldron in the kitchenhad been suspiciously full of something. "Anyway, didn't you hear? Mrs. Norris hasbeen petrified, and someone has been painting on the wall outside the girls' toilet.With blood."

Harry's eyes sparked with interest. "Is that so?"

"Erit wasn't you, was it, Harry?"

"Certainly not. It would be a waste of good blood."

"Oh no." Blaise stood up suddenly, a horrified look on his face as he stared up intothe sky. "Look at Draco!"

Harry and Hermione looked up obediently. Draco executed a loop-the-loop andsped off like the hounds of hell were after him. There was a Bludger close behind.No matter how he tried to evade, it stuck to him like a fly to flypaper, turning as he

turned, zooming back whenever he ducked and rolled.

"It's gone rogue!" Hermione exclaimed, leaping up as well. "He'll be killed!"

"So soon? That won't do at all."

"Harry, do something!"

"What would you have me do, darling?"

There was no need for words. The Bludger turned sharply as if heeding a call,whistling through the cold air. It moved faster than a bullet, dropping like a stoneand heading straight towards the stands.

Straight towards them.

People dove left and right, desperate to get out of its destructive path. It shrieked

through the air like a banshee.

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Emerald eyes narrowed just the slightest bit.

"I can't believe you kept that."

They were in the Slytherin boys' dorm, evacuated with the simple use of a smile.Draco was dripping wet, his hair plastered to his face. He had stormed into theshowers, still in full Quidditch gear, trying to wash the anger and shock off him.Blaise was looking worriedly between him and Harry, who had the rogue Bludgerbetween his hands. It was quivering.

"Madame Hooch said I could. There's no hope for an enchanted Bludger. Pubertwill enjoy having something new to play with."

The Bludger started to shake even more.

"I don't understand how it could have done that." Hermione said, her eyes flickingspeedily through page upon page of Quidditch Through the Ages. "The spells onthose things are supposed to be pretty strong, unbreakable by anyone in our year."

"Don't worry." Harry smiled, directing the suddenly cruel look towards his trunk.It rattled, like something alive was in it. "I'll deal with it later. The gods alwaysappreciate sacrifices."

They wisely decided not to ask.

The Great Hall had been cleared for the purpose of the Dueling Club. All three ofhis friends had wondered out loud why he would even want to go, especially if it wasbeing taught by Lockhart, of all people, someone who couldn't even brush his hairwithout written instruction.

"If you're thinking of someone to sacrifice, I volunteer him." Blaise muttered.

Draco nodded. "Me too."

"Gather round, everyone! Can everybody hear me? Good!"

Hermione said nothing, her eyes on Harveste, unwavering even when Lockhartflew off the stage, courtesy of an incandescent Snape.

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"I wonder if he's alright?" The brunette said, smiling at the sight of the crumpledfigure.

"Who cares?" Draco and Blaise said together.

"Disarming Charm," Lockhart was saying as he tottered back onto the stage.

"Wonderful example, I let you do it, of course, but good example all the same."

"He doesn't know when to stay down, does he?"

"Pathetic cretin."

"Hush, you two." Harry said, and they fell silent.

"Ah, Harry!"

Draco's eyes were mutinous. Blaise just sighed.

The rest of the room was quiet. 'OhmigodsHe'ssuchanidiot!''

Harry stepped forward, his face wreathed in a beatific smile. To a man, everyperson in the class took one big step back. Snape had an uncharacteristically gleefullook on his face.

"Yes, Professor?"

Lockhart didn't have the sense of a gnat. "We'll pair everybody up, how's that?Let's see, Harry. Let's pair you up with"

'Don'tpickmepleasepleasedon'tpickme-'

"Finnegan! You come up here next to Harry. Malfoy, let's have you withLongbottom. Zabini- "

Seamus nearly wet himself when thatsmile was turned on him.

"Relax, darling. I'll be nice."

"Face your partners!" Lockhart crowed happily, oblivious to the dark look theGryffindors were sending him.

"I wonder if they'll find enough pieces of Finnegan to put in a box." Blaise said, his

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eyes on the poor soul.

"Shut up, Blaise!" Hermione hissed. "I'm sure the Professors know what they'redoing."

"You do? Well, that makes one of us."

"Bow!"

Harry inclined his head, still smiling.

Seamus fainted.

"There he goes."

Hermione ducked as a red light zoomed past her head. "That was a dirty trick,

Bulstrode!"

The girl smirked at her.

Malfoy had his hands full with Longbottom. It was fortunate that he was a Seeker.From the nervous boy's wand came spell after spell, apparently operating by itself,and he had barely enough time to breathe his own counter. He ducked a Tickling

Spell and then -finally- he pointed his wand and said the first thing that came tomind.

"Serpensortia!"

There was a bang, and a long, thick, rubbery-looking band snaked through the air.It landed in front of Longbottom and he turned whiter than snow when it hissedmenacingly at him.

There was an answering hiss from elsewhere in the room.

Harry turned from his perusal of the body before him, only to meet everyone'sshocked eyes. The Black Mamba hissed again, unraveling from its coil and ready to

strike.

"Terribly sorry." He smiled. "I thought it was talking to me. Carry on."

"I'll take care of this!" A shining senbonwent through the fleshy part of Lockhart'sear. He collapsed with a girlish scream.

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"Sosorry. It must have slipped."

"Harry," Hermione whispered harshly, not daring to move as the snake dancedsinuously on the stage. No one was moving. "The snake."

"What? Oh." He looked at the serpent. It looked like a slice of night, glistening like

spilt oil in the brightly lit Hall. "What's wrong with it?"

"Get rid of it. Please."

"But it's so pretty. Hello there, you gorgeous darling." Harry cooed, the rest of hiswords dissolving into a hiss.

"I can'tbelieve you keptthat."

The snake hissed at him from under Harry's collar.

"Draco, you need a little suspension of belief. Addams are all about theunconventional." He rubbed his fingers over the scaly head and it pushed against histouch.

"You're just mad, that's what you are."

"Completely, and thank you for noticing."

"Harry!" Hermione ran up to them, her eyes red. "Harry!"

"Yes?"

Hermione Granger was probably the only person in the entire school who could

run blindly into Harveste Addams' arms without getting skewered by a hundredneedles. Well, not the onlyperson. Harry was pretty certain either Draco or Blaise

could do the same if they weren't frightened out of their wits at the mere thought ofit. What were friends for, after all?

"What's the matter with you?" he said as kindly as he could.

"Someone got petrified again! Somebody from Hufflepuff andand NearlyHeadless Nick too!"

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"Really? Fascinating."

"No, it's not! It means something is really out there, something dangerous!"

"That would be me, darling."

Harry breathed in deeply, the night air like a balm to his soul. It was cloudlesstonight, and the stars were like pinpricks in the sky, barely lending their light as hewalked silently through the Forbidden Forest. He left no footsteps in the pristinesnow.

No matter how entertaining his friends were, or how dear to his heart, there wasno replacement for the wildness, the wanton and free behavior that he routinely

denied himself. No matter that he wanted, he neededthe electrifying feeling ofsomeone's life ending at his hands, he couldn't submit, not in school. Draco, Blaiseand Hermione were opening up bit by bit, but it would be a long time until theycould accept what he really was. But this, when the moon was dark and the nightburgeoning with possibilities, when the wind whispered to him even in the dungeonsand brought him out of his bed, thishe couldn't deny. He wouldn't be an Addams ifhe did. The tightness in his chest eased, and he took another deep breath.

The air tasted of magic, of the dark, dark blood magic he knew so intimately. He

knew that his Family was reaching out to him tonight, regardless of the spacebetween them. This was what they did when the earth was hidden from the eyes ofthe moon, and gods roamed the land. They gave themselves to the shadows, heededthe call of the abyss that no one else could hear, and in return, they werecursed.

The Black Mamba raised her head from his shoulders, serpentine tongue flickinginto the air. She hissed at him, the sound so close to home that his heart beat faster.

"Hush now, sweet thing. We're close."

There was a rustle and a clicking like tapdancers over hell.

"Who goes there?"

"Spiders," Harry breathed, excitement like thick blood in his mouth. "Acromantulas."

"Who are you? What do you want?"

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Harry purred as he slid behind a tree.

In front of him, in a frost-glazed clearing, there were hundreds upon hundreds ofgreat spiders, the elusive Acromantulas. He had had no idea that there would besuch a large group hidden here. He felt like he'd stumbled upon a goldmine, but somuch better. It was like walking into a room and finding it filled with poison. It was

exhilarating. There was one, bigger than the others, grey with age, clearly blind, oneof its great bristly legs on a dead ox. Blood soaked into the snow, calling out to himwith its metallic smell.

"Come out. I can smell you. I know who you are." The spider clicked, subdued. Therest of its brood wound into silence, their legs stilling, frozen like statues. "I havenot seen an Addams in too long."

"In a hundred and eighty years, I imagine." Harry dropped from the branches intothe midst of them all. The spiders moved to give him space.

"It is true. The centaurs have been telling the Forest about you. They say you aredangerous, an aberrant menace to our world."

"They are too kind."

"Why have you come?"

Harry lifted his face. The wind blew over him, whispering words only he couldhear.

Pansy was still in shock. She had spoken to no one since that time. Harry smileddown at his pumpkin juice and laced it with a bit of the venom that Aragog had sonicely given him. Right now, flying towards the Addams House courtesy of Uncle

Fester's Muerte, was a five year old Acromantula who had expressed its desire to gooverseas. Hopefully, it would reach just in time for Wednesday's birthday.

"What's that, Harveste?" Blaise asked curiously.

"Just a little pick-me-up. Long night."

And it had been. He hadn't felt so alive in months. It was still in his blood, dancinglike firesparks over tinder.

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"Oh." The doors to the Great Hall opened and a troop of wing-strapped sullendwarves. "Dear Merlin's balls, heheI demandthat you sacrifice him next!"

Harry smiled around his cup. His friends were getting a little spoiled. It wasadorable. "Well, if you 'demand' it. Who are we talking about?"

"Thatthatblithering, gutless, stupid, ass-kissing imbecile, that's what!"

"A few minutes with Uncle Fester will do you good, I think." Harry said, his eyesnow on the cheerful blond Professor who stillhadn't learned his lesson. Well.Addams loved challenges. "He'll teach you to swear in German, and then there'll beno stopping you from cursing the air as blue as you like."

"My friendly, card-carrying cupids!" Lockhart was saying proudly, as if he'd won

the Nobel Prize. "They will be roving around the school delivering your Valentines!"

Draco buried his head in his arms. "Make him stop."

"In time, darling."

The first dwarf who attempted to deliver Valentines to a Slytherin was found stuckto the ceiling by its ears. A second dwarf was found with its legs cut off and stuffedinto its mouth. The third had been found floating face down in the Lake. They

disappeared pretty quickly after that.

"Have you heard? Hagrid was arrested by the Ministry!"

Harry tapped his lips with his quill, focused on a paragraph about the GoblinRevolution of 1740. Right under it was a paragraph about the Goblin Revolution of1741. The chatter of the Slytherin Common Room flew over his head.

"They say he was the one responsible for opening the Chamber!"

"Bloody three-hundred-word essay." Blaise muttered, glaring at the same book asif he wanted it to spontaneously combust. "Damn Binns."

"All his roosters were killed, drained of blood! He must have been using them topaint the messages with!"

Harry scribbled, checked the book and scribbled again. He was nothing if not

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meticulous.

"They say Dumbledore is gone too!"

"Good riddance!"

"Fucking shut up!" Draco finally yelled. His quill snapped in two. "I want tograduate sometime this century, godsdammit, and if you don't shut up this minute,I'll kill you myself!"

"Calm down, darling." Harry said out of the corner of his mouth, eyes still on thebook. "Think happy thoughts."

Blaise strangled a laugh. "You're one to talk."

"I alwaysthink happy thoughts, my dear."

There was silence for a while, and then the painting banged open.

"Godsdammit!"

"Granger's been petrified!"

Then there really wassilence, the sort found only in other people's graveyards. Noone dared move, breathe or look anywhere other than where their eyes had landedonce those words had been said. There was the scrape of a chair, and then the

sound of footsteps fading away.

Harry gazed into the crystal ball, humming a quiet tune. Beside him, Cleopatra IIswayed though there were no air currents down in the dungeons. He felt calm, like

he had the night he had danced under the starlight in the company of spiders.

The images on the opaque surface swirled and dipped, faster and faster until theybegan to run into each other, showing him everything he needed to know.

He looked over at his open trunk. Shrunken elf's head aside, it contained onlyweapons. His books and other school supplies were stacked neatly on his bedsidetable. Senbonglinted at him from beside pearl-handled daggers, a gildeddouble-headed throwing axe and his knives. They were still in their plastic casings.

He hadn't had much cause to use them this year.

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Perhaps he wouldn't use them tonight either. Addams magic would be enough. Heneeded the practice.

He smiled into the shadows. They shrank away before him.

"There you are, Mister Lockhart. You shallbe useful after all."

The Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor barely had time to scream before hewas engulfed in soul-eating blackness.

There was the steady drip drip dripof water as he walked along the moss-covered

corridor. There were great pillars everywhere, reaching high to a ceiling that was

lost in the darkness, creating the illusion of a destitute tomb. The air was heavy, asif no breeze had ever stirred it. It smelled like mold, old bones and snake. It was anexcellent place to go for relaxation.

"Wh-where are you taking me?" Lockhart quavered as he was dragged along onthe ground. His arm had been broken in two different places, but he couldn't feel itfor the fear that was pounding away at his ribcage, threatening to suffocate him.

"Hush now, or I shall have to use you before time. You don't want that, do you?"

"You-you'll get in trouble for this! I'm a published author! I'm yourProfessor!"

"I am an Addams, sir." Emerald gleamed at him for just a second, but it wasenough to shut him up. "We never get into trouble."

There were snakes carved onto every surface, reminding him of the mamba hehad left in his room. Then there was a stone face rising out of the gloom. It looked a

little like a monkey and a lot like Lurch's mother.

There was a girl, lying half in and half out of a puddle, her hair a distinctiveWeasley red. There was also a book, and a ghost of a boy standing next to it, a vagueshape that was getting clearer and clearer with every second.

"Harry Potter."

Harry sighed, the mood completely ruined for him. What did he have to do to get

rid of that damn name?

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"Voldemort, I assume?"

"Voldemort?"A strangled voice squeaked beside him. Pathetic.

"Yes. How do you know who I am?"

"I saw your older self last year. I've been reading up on you, Tom Marvolo Riddle,son of Tom Riddle, son of Thomas and Mary Riddle. You're a half-blood. A mudblood,as they say. I wonder if your followers know?"

"Silence!"

"You are quite the fool, you know. Power is not in the blood. It's in what you dowith it." Harry smiled grimly, a ghastly crescent in the flickering candlelight. "And

you, sad little snake, have no idea what to do with it."

"You dare call me a fool? Me, the greatest wizard since Salazar Slytherin?"

"Do not flaunt your name before me, Tom."

"Then die!"The creature, whatever it was, screamed, its eyes wild with fury."Die!"

The stone mouth of the statue grated open, but Harry's eyes were on Lockhart. Hesmiled, and he made it creepy on purpose. "Time for your usefulness, Professor."

The blonde tried to scrabble away, but all he saw was teeth and strong arms andthen pain. So much pain that he screamed until his throat was raw, but it wouldn'tstop. It felt like his neck was on fire, like his skin was bubbling and frothing andpeeling away.

Harry shut his eyes, glorifying in the rush of power that flowed through him,warming him, embracing him. He had no fangs, not like the Addams of old, but thiswas enough. This was more than enough. This was sogood. Blood magic. The bestthing that ever happened to him.

There was a slither just on the edge of hearing, but with enough power, enoughblood, he could hear a mouse's heartbeat from a hundred yards away. There was notime to eat anything else, but that was fine. He jumped back, flinging the husk of abody away to face the basilisk. His eyes glittered with unholy fire and his mouth was

a macabre stain against his deathly pale skin.

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The snake struck, and he was no longer there.

He moaned in delight, relishing the chance to fight and rip and maim, and theblood answered his call like a siren from the sea. Above, he knew the moon wasshining, but no matter what shone, be it the moon, the sun or the stars, there wouldalways be darkness. He reached behind the light and pulled.

There was another hiss, another strike, and he darted away, a laugh on hiscrimson lips.

"Stand still when I try to kill you!"

A small petulant cry from a small petulant man.

The Addams power rocketed into him with the force of a meteor, and he threw outhis hand, aiming straight for the basilisk's eyes. They burst open with a gash of

flame, more blood spurting everywhere.

"Fool! Its death throes will kill the girl, and your heroism will be for nothing!"

"I don't care for her. Ronald has five more siblings." He threw his hand out again,slicing open a wound from head to tail, and still the great snake thrashed. "A worthyopponent. You, on the other hand"

The ghost whirled around, and its translucent eyes met shining emerald. Harryheld the book in his hand.

"Sic Gorgiamus Allos Subjectatos Nunc," he whispered, the motto slipping fromhis mouth as easily as the first day he'd said them. "I suppose it's too much to hopethat you'll remember such a long sentence, but do try, Tom."

Harry stabbed a dagger into a Mandrake with vicious accuracy. He was still a bit

jittery from all the blood he had ingested, seeing as he hadn't done it for a year, thensuddenly had a whole Lockhart. He should probably remedy that next year. Perhapshis friends would consent to a little nibble now and again.

"ErMister Addams?"

The whole class was wearing earmuffs, and it was just as well. The dying

Mandrake was writhing in pain, a long, seemingly endless scream pouring from its

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mouth. He gave the dagger another twist and it fell silent. Professor Sprout wasblinking rapidly at him.

"Erthat isn't exactly the most humane way to prepare Mandrakes for theRestoration Draught, but ten points for enthusiasm all the same."

"Thank you, Professor." He tugged the blade free and, once the Professor hadwalked back to the front of the class, put the sharp edge against his tongue. Thetaste was strong and bitter. It helped clear the haze a bit.

"Gods, Harveste, be even creepier than usual, why don't you?" Draco sighed,pinching his nose at the gruesome sight.

"If I was, then you wouldn't be friends with me."

"Hey, where do you think Lockhart's gone?" Blaise asked, ignoring the fact that

his friend was lapping up the last traces of Mandrake juice.

"Who cares? Just as long as he's gone and he doesn't bother us with his idiocyanymore."

Harry smiled.

"Harry!"

Hermione hit him in the chest with a force that would have felled a lesser man. Hepatted her back as she hugged him with an anaconda's embrace. "Hello to you too."

Draco and Blaise got the same treatment. They both squeaked in a very unmanlyway.

On the way back to the Slytherin common room, Hermione sidled beside him.

"Harry, I-I know what you did for me."

He raised an eyebrow. "Do you now?"

She blushed under his scrutiny. "Y-yes. When I was Petrified, I think I think Ibecame a ghost for a moment. And I saw you, in the Chamber. And AndVoldemort. And Lockhart."

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The other two, who had been walking before them, stopped and looked back."What's the hold up?" Draco asked irritably.

Harry continued to smile at Hermione and the words tumbled from her mouthmuch like the basilisk's venom had from its razor-sharp fangs. "I-I want you to know,I understand. I understand, Harry."

His fingers tangled in her hair for a moment. "Would that mean that you are opento visiting my house again this summer?"

The shadows in her eyes fled at the tone of his voice. "I would love to." Then herface fell. "Oh no."

"What is it?"

"The African Strangler your mother gave me. I think I killed it."

"Have you really? That isa surprise."

"She'll hate me," Hermione groaned in anguish.

"I think not. No one but Lurch has managed to kill one of Cleopatra's offspring.Mother might just throw a party for you. Draco, Blaise, you are invited, of course."

"Not again"

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Done in eight hours! I'm so proud of me! I'm getting faster and faster, and it's allyour fault, my dear reviewers! I would just like to say that this does not mean that itwill be a Harveste/Hermione situation. Anyone who knows me knows I prefer slash.It's just that girls mature faster than boys, and I myself get all clingy like that.Anyway! Thank you for supporting Harveste Addams, and I hope you like it!

And to answer teenwitch18, whose review I've just read, putting it in a

multi-chapter fic would just mess with me and I wouldn't get any sleep. I swear, last

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night, I didn't want to go to sleep.I was lying there, wishing for another cigarette. Iknow it's more difficult but, ah, what can I do, it just seems like I'm just as mad asour dear Harveste.

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