Summary: Dumbledore should have never left Harry on the front steps for so long unattended, especially on Samhain. What if a certain enchantress from one of the darkest pureblood families known to date found him and decided to raise him as one of her own? What would happen to the Wizarding world? The answer: Pure chaos.

Warnings: Dark!Powerful!harry, Evil!Dumbles/Ron/Ginny + bashings, Crossdressing, Disturbing mental images, Violence, Language, Slash.

Disclaimer: I own nothing and this fic is heavily inspired by Kyaru-chan's Ideas, I simply put my own little twist to them.

A/N Wowie I have been meaning to get this finished and now it looks like I actually have the time to do so.

I first got this idea after reading a few of Kyaru-chans godly works of art and I decided I might as well try it out myself, though keep in mind I haven't really written anything in maybe a year-ish? So this is bound to be rusty and full of grammar mistakes which I'm hoping to improve on-oh and this is my first harry potter fic...ever so, if you have any tips and stuff like that I am open to suggestions. I do have a wonderful plan for this most of which include blood, carnage and most likely slash happening in the future. That last one probably won't happen until Absinthe (Harry/Sin) starts 4th year but I plan on hinting in 3rd year perhaps due to wild hormones and all that jazz.

I've yet to settle on a pairing yet or if I want to have him be with multiple people as opposed to one in the mean time I may pull a Khr and do an All x Main character like fic of unrequited love until I settle on something...pretty sure I could wing it. Though the chances of Sin getting with a girl are next to Zero, so sorry to the ones who still had hope of this being straight.

I also have a few ideas for further down the line but eh we'll cross that bridge when we get there and yes, I shall be asking for opinions later.

I truly do recommend reading one if not all of Kyaru-chan's works, they're seriously stunning. I swear she's my hero now, I mean I've never seen someone pull off a cross-dressing/murdering/twisted harry so well before. Though I do hope I'll make her proud in my attempts xD

(2/26/2016 Fixing errors in the first few chapter's. So, yep reposting stuff. No major changes to the storyline, everything will stay relatively the same minus the errors.)

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Now with further ado.

Chapter I

It was a brisk night on the peaceful street of privet drive, the wind whispered softly in dark undertones which blew the dead and fallen leaves along the streets; one of them had the unfortunate circumstance of being crushed 'neath pointy black heels. Said heels belonged to none other than Morticia Addams, a proud and terrifyingly beautiful woman that could scare even the most aggressive and cold hearted of men with a single glare. Tonight she wore one of her long black and Lacey evening gowns which covered almost every inch of snow white skin except for her hands and her neck, her cold obsidian eyes held a spark of excitement in them and her skin seemed to glow in the moon light. She was visiting England to aid in young cousin Clarimond's coming of age ceremony as the young woman was just turning sixteen. This year it seemed dear aunt Vernadeath was going through extremities to make this one of the largest and seemingly messiest ceremonies yet, It was riveting.

Morticia smiled as she was reminded of her own ceremony, it was nothing as big, Just a handful men who had the displeasure of wandering into her view at the wrong time. Their deaths were slow but clean and the torture...she felt giddy at the memory- it was only second favorite to her honeymoon. As with every coming of age ceremony, after the sacrifices the blood of the victims were collected at the end and used in a blood ritual and the now adult offered the blood to whichever god or goddess they chose to dedicate themselves to, tying them to that deity for the remainder of their lives in return for immense guidance, protection, Power and wisdom. It was an older, much darker ritual that most began abandoning a long time ago when a largeof unprepared devotees did it too early and became drunk off of their new power, they raped, pillaged and caused the Bubonic Plague. Shockingly enough there were some strange individuals that didn't approve of those actions and ever since there was a drastic decline in the practice, honestly it felt like some people had even forgotten about them.

The dark haired enchantress couldn't understand why such a wonderfully empowering ritual had been forgotten so, It was astonishing that the mother even let them keep their magic when they were straying so far from their roots. Yes, it seemed to be a bit more challenging for some magical people these days but that was in all essence due to the decline of understanding, if things kept on the route they were headed then...well Morticia worried about the balance of things for the future.

She sighed before narrowing her eyes and coming to a halt, there was a strange magic in the air and it reeked of light and purity. It was so thick she felt it burning her nose and scratching at her throat, she silently called forth the shadows around her to mask her presence and faded into the darkness before shielding herself behind a tree for extra assurance. The enchantress fixed her dark orbs on a street lamp which barely had enough light for her to make out the lone figure of an old man with a particularly long beard and he wore an older styled wizarding robe. She rose an eyebrow when he began dousing the lamps one by one, a feat that she only saw done by a guilty man...or someone with something to hide.

She duly noted a rather peculiar cat not too far away and she blinked in surprise, Animagi were not common in the united kingdom these days. As far Morticia knew the British had practically banned it and labeled it a dark art worthy enough to land you in Azkaban, the fifth most impenetrable prison in the magical world next to japan, America, Transylvania and Russia...though it was ridiculous that they believed they had the best. She would bet cousin SharpClaws spare left lung that there would one day be a prison break in the coming years- after all, history always repeats itself. Her thoughts trailed off as the cat transformed into a witch, most likely late fifties or early sixties, she too wore an older styled robe and atop her head was the traditional hat of their kind. The two began to speak and she shuffled closer to listen in whilst being as silent as uncle Niknak when he would leave for his vacations.

"Good evening Professor Dumbledore." She spoke softly before moving closer to him and the two began to walk off further down the lane. Morticia practically glided over the pavement, curiosity taking hold "Are the rumors true Albus?"

"I'm afraid so, Minerva...the good and the bad." The mans voice seemed odd to her, it sounded fake...as if he was feigning his emotions. To an untrained eye he seemed to be saddened over something but she knew better, Se had heard the cries of the wicked and the damned and the weeping of an emotionally distressed victim who had just suffered the loss of a close friend or family but this man? The emotions he portrayed were faker than Great Aunt Ursula's ancient bat claw which had been said to be touched by the first born of the christian lore's Satan, it was foolishness.

The woman, Minerva, she recalled spoke up with a grim look in her eyes. The enchantress could see traces of dried tears on her face and fresh ones welling up, knowing immediately that the woman was being completely genuine in her deep emotional turmoil."...What of the boy?"

"Hagrid is bringing him."

"Are you sure you can trust Hagrid with such an important task- furthermore how will he even get here?"

Dumbledore stopped and turned to Minerva with a blank look, a bright twinkle in his eyes.

"Of course. I would trust him with my life and I'm certain he'll think of something, If not young Sirius will assist him."

As he uttered those words the sound of a motorcycle seemed to ring out into the the dark and a bright light tore through the clouds in the sky, rapidly approaching the two professors that stood in the middle of the street. It was a rather large man, a giant? She was vaguely reminded of cousin Ickbar. Whoever he was, he landed smoothly before removing his goggles and he began speaking; not that she was paying attention, she was far too distracted by the bundle against the oafs chest. It was obviously a baby, no older than a year by the size of it, the child seemed only slightly smaller than her own little Wednesday.

She watched as they carried the child towards one of the homes and she followed silently before listening in as Minerva was speaking once more "Are you sure it's safe to leave him here? I've been watching them all day, they're the worst kind of muggle imaginable. They're-"

The old man seemed to impatiently cut her off "They're his only family." It didn't take long for Morticia to piece everything together, the child's family must have died or been killed prior to these events. She frowned as the information sunk into her brain and the woman's words echoed- if these people were the worst sort of people, why would you leave a baby in their possession? Just because they share the same blood doesn't mean it's safe, Minerva's next words caught her attention more than the, rest though.

"The boy will be famous, there won't be a child in our world who doesn't know his name."

"Exactly, he's far better off growing up away from all of that...until he is ready."

A cold chill went down the enchantresses back and a sense of foreboding filled her as she read into his voice. She could practically feel the ulterior motives coming off of the man in waves, just with that one sentence. She zoned out the rest of their conversation and waited for them to leave before she began approaching the small bundle on the steps, slightly appalled that the man hadn't even bothered performing a warming charm on the child.

She slowly kneeled before gathering the child in her arms and smiling softly as she took in the small boys features, a delicate and round impish face, deathly pale skin and dark midnight black hair. A seemingly fresh bright red lightening bolt scar seemed to stand out on his skin and she pursed her lips before moving aside some of his hair to get a better look at it, blinking when the child cracked opened his eyes and she immediately felt as if the child had clutched her heart in his hand and began draining some of the love she had for his own. His eyes were like glittering emeralds of death, they glowed in the darkness and she felt like if she stared too long she would be dragged into an emerald pit located in the most dreary part of the netherworld.

In other words...she swooned, glancing around she caught sight of an envelope addressed to the Durselys who she assumed was the couple living in this house. Opening it she glanced over the letter and hissed as she got about halfway through it, not believing her eyes.

Dear Petunia and Vernon Dursley,

I am writing this letter to inform you that Lilliana Potter nee Evans and her husband James Henry Potter have been murdered. As you are the only living relatives left we have decided to leave their son, Hadrian James Potter in your care.

Keep in mind I do not expect you to do this for free of course. If you send me a response and amount I will transfer you a payment of your choice monthly from the potter family vault.

On that note, there is also the matter of how you will raise the boy. You are free to raise and use the boy as you wish. All I ask is that you have him in usable state by the time he is eleven, I have great plans for him but for them to succeed I will require him to be obedient and trusting to anyone who offers him the slightest bit of kindness.

Do as you see fit but do not break him completely, that is all I ask.

I look forward to hearing a response and cooperation,

Albus Dumbledore

She tightened her grip on the child the clenched her teeth, how dare he...Who did that man think he was, giving such instructions about a child? The thought was simply revolting, it was a universal understanding, children were precious and meant to be cared for with all the best intentions. No matter how dark or cruel her family might be it was widely known in the social circles that their family was exactly that - a family, they laughed together, tortured and maimed and no matter what would never abandon each other. She stared down into those bright green orbs and took a deep breath before placing her index finger on the center of his forehead, right on his scar and she peered into the child's future to see what would happened if he remained with these people, only going through his first five years and what she saw made her heart beat.

So much...abuse and neglect from people who shared his blood and should raise him with care, torture and mental sufferings of this degree should at least be held off until the age of thirteen. This child would have one of the worst childhoods imaginable if she left him. Standing up she took the letter and peered back into it, noting that it held his legal documents and a birth certificate. She smiled softly before willing he magic to assist in shadow stepping back to Aunt Vernadeath's manor. Shadow stepping was a much easier form of transportation, similar to apparition but less taxing and less...uncomfortable. Normally she would just apparate but she couldn't risk it with the child.

Moments later Morticia's dark eyes were greeted with the manors looming beautiful silhouette before she gracefully glided to the door and while balancing the child in her right arm with an immense amount of skill she reached up and tugged on the old fashioned door bell and smiled as Blight, Aunt Vernadeath's maid answered the door with that same Joyfully miserable expression she was used to seeing on Lurch's face. "Pardon me, Blight, I know you have many things to do but if I may ask, where is my husband?"

Blight seemed to stare for a moment before motioning Morticia to follow her, as she did so the door seemed to slam shut and the manor warmed only a bit- still keeping the pleasant cold bite in the air as she came in the manor. The portraits in the manor seemed to smile and nodded in greeting as she passed them, most of them slightly curious about the bundle in her arms.

She payed their questioning glances no mind as she followed Blight into the parlor and her ears were greeted with the dark and sensual sounds of the piano. Lurch was a most gifted instrumentalist after all, only he could make an instrument sound like the tormented scream of the dead. A smile graced her lips as she caught sight of her husband on one of the parlor chairs smoking a cigar while admiring one of Uncle Marcire's swords. Gomez was a most interesting man who enjoyed the finer things in life like finely wine, sword fighting and of course the most exquisite woman the world had ever known- his wife. He stood at about six ft three and had his hair slicked into a nice clean style, he absolutely adored funeral tuxes as they were perfect for those moonlit walks through the cemetery.

The moment she entered the parlor he removed his Cuban cigar and grinned at seeing her serene and malefic form "Cara mia!" he all but howled and leaped up from his seat dramatically before sprinting over to her and kissing her neck. She smiled and caressed his cheek lovingly "Gomez, I have found something simply remarkable on my exploration tonight, look." She moved the blankets from the child's face and revealed a blinking set of emeralds and she felt her husband stiffen beside her knowing that he was experiencing the same as she did when she first looked into the boys eyes.

"Querida, those eyes- It's like I'm staring into a deadly abyss full of deadly toxic waste!" Gomez brought a hand up to poke Harry's cheek, smiling when the child attempted to bite off the bony appendage. "And he's already trying to rip me apart with his fangs!" Morticia smiled and nodded "He's perfect, isn't he? I found him while i was taking a stroll through the target area for tomorrow night, it seems this little one has lost his family. I arrived just in time to see him being dropped off on the front steps of one of the houses." she shifted a bit before handing Gomez the envelope she had picked up with harry and pursed her lips. "Inside of that is his legal information and a letter for his relatives from the man who left him there." Gomez took the envelope and pulled out the letter, Morticia rocked the child in her arms and watched as her husbands expression went from one of mirth to a stony and cold one. He clenched his teeth before he ripped up the letter and tossed it into the fireplace, umber brown eyes met obsidian ones and it seemed that they had a silent conversation.

"Gomez?" her voice was quiet.

"Yes, Cara mia?"

"We're keeping him."

"Of course we are, the boy is an Addams!"

"Merveilleuse."

"Tish, That's french!" Gomez shouted in joy before wrapping his arms around her and kissing up and down her arms and neck repeatedly and she smiled, batting her eyelashes while fighting a laugh. When he finished Morticia sat down on the black vintage love seat and he followed suite while looking through the other papers and a thoughtful look came over his face before shaking his head.

"No, this wont do at all. He'll be needing a new name after his, A proper Addams name."

Harry giggled and Morticia looked up from tickling the small child with a dark phoenix's feather "We still have time, I'll have Mamma start the potion for the blood adoption in the morning and it probably won't be done until after the ceremony. Oh which reminds me, I'm going to go tell Aunt Vernadeath about this and suggest a few new victims...for assurance."

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The remainder of the night seemed pass quickly and it wasn't long 'till the sun rose and the family went to bed, Grandmama Frump tending to her newest grandson's needs every now and then. The Crone was busy collecting her ingredients, most of which had already been collected seeing as it was mostly just blood. Though there were some moments she could not tend to the boy and just let him cry it out which stirred Wednesday and she attempted silence him with a glare which made him cease for a moment and throw the nearest object at her. He missed quite often though and Wednesday would throw the objects back, never once missing her target.

In other words it was the start of the first great toddler war.

By the time nightfall had come again, one could practically taste the excitement in the air as they prepared for the ceremony. The manor had been completely decorated with Black, red and gold tapestries, candles and new cobwebs. The ballroom was the main attraction though and it was where most of the detail could be seen, they had been expecting almost all of the high class pure bloods in region to attend. Of course the ball had started at eleven which gave the guests time to socialize with the family before they went out and collected the vials needed for the ceremony, that would happen at around twelve and the Addams' were quite fast when it came to the collection process so the ceremony would probably start at one on the dot. After the ceremony they would share the memories of the slaughter in a diamond Pensieve and show them on a screen while enjoying small talk and laughs about the events.

The sound of the orchestra filled the manor with a warm feeling and the dance floor was full of couples, young and old twirling around to the waltz, pleasant conversations seemed to be carried on in hushed voices and the older children sneaked around the food tables, thieving small bits of newt cake and kettle brownies. The birthday girl, Clarimonde was barraged with suitors back and forth, barely allowed area to breathe and urged her father to allow the Sacrifices to be collected fifteen minute earlier just to escape. Marcire laughed and accepted her demand whilst balancing his small son in his arms.

Most of the attendees were surprised at seeing the younger children still up and were content to shower them with candy and small gifts, when it turned time to perform the sacrifices however the children were quickly shooed off to the upper levels of the manor where the sounds of the ball would be drowned out.

Harry had been placed in the children's room with Wednesday, Pugsley and little cousin Barnabas, the room itself was dreary. The walls were painted a deep Carmine which was fading a bit and gave the illusion that it was dried were black swirls placed on the higher section of the wall and they were spinning in a mesmerizing was artwork mixed in as well, in the center of the wall was a young girl, ghostly pale skin and inky black hair with pitch black eyes wearing a Gothic Victorian dress seated on a throne made out of severed heads and in her hands she held a butchers knife, black roses surrounded her and she was smiling. The floor was a deep purple and there were Decapitated doll heads and ripped stuffed animals strewn around the room and a classic music box played a haunting melody as the children got used to each other.

Pugsley was sucking on a stick of dynamite and Wednesday kept trying to stab harry with a small toy dagger, who just so happened to be really skilled at rolling away. Cousin Barnabas was sleeping soundly in a pile of dark fleece blankets; From the doorway Morticia and Gomez watched them with smiles on their faces.

"Look at them, Mon cher, so little and blood thirsty."

"They're beautiful, Disturbing, morbid! Just like their mother."

"Oh hush bubeleh, we need to go and meet up with the others and head out. We'll continue this later."

"With the chains?"

"Of course."

"And...the whip?"

"Don't be ridiculous. We'll use the spikes."

"Querida!"

Together the two of them turned and walked down to the first floor of the manor , admiring the hallways lined with floating candles. The house spirits bowed to them as they passed and a few of the portraits seemed to be having celebrations. As they reached the landing on the first floor they greeted the small crowd that was present, Aunt Vernadeath, Uncle Macire, Melinda and Clarimonde.

Macire seemed to space out for a moment before speaking "Is Madame Frump not joining us this evening?" Morticia shook her head and smiled softly "No, she will be staying to help with the children since she is currently working on potion." Macire nodded before holding on arm out to his wife, Melinda grabbed on to her sister and Morticia coiled her arm around her husband before they all nodded and faded out in clouds of black smoke.

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Privet drive was unusually quiet, not a single sound could be heard aside from a few crickets echoing in the dark. The wind was still and dewy and the air was chilly; It was perfect, they split up into three teams.

Gomez and Morticia would take their time removing the Durselys before moving on to No. six privet drive. Melinda and Clarimonde would take out two more homes on Magnolia road while Vernadeath and Macire picked off stragglers near the alleyway between Wisteria walk and Magnolia Crescent.

Approaching No. four Privet drive Gomez held up his hand and wordlessly cast a silencing spell and put a hand on his sword whilst Morticia tangled her arm with his giving him a fang filled smile.

"Shall we, mon savage?

"We shall, Querida."

Together they broke down the front door and infiltrated the home, though the blast could not be heard from outside of the property, it was assured that the inhabitants of the home had heard it. There was the familiar sound of heavy thumping from upstairs that could only be compared with the sound of a whale struggling on land and bashing its tail against the nearest surface. Seconds later they were greeted with the sight of a rather round beast of a man thundering down the stairs.

"WHO IN THEBLAZES DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!"

His voice bellowed and he charged at them wildly only to be swiftly greeted with the tip of a rapier piercing through his skin and gullet before tearing it's way through the tissues and muscles and finding it's way out. The man stilled and his eyes were wide as he looked down at the sword and then back up at Gomez who smiled and with a flick of his wrist separated the man's head from the rest of the body with an odd squelching sound.

A sea of blood began gushing from the severed arteries and the body fell forward with a heavy thud causing Morticia to look at her husband with a frown "That was a bit quick, wouldn't you say? I thought we'd be torturing him."

Gomez chuckled lowly " What can I say? He got in over his head" As he said those words he tossed the head into the living room which made a soft splatting noise.

The was a soft patter of foot steps squeaking across the floor and a whisper from the top of the stairs "Schnookums?" It was the soft voice of a woman. The footsteps came closer and closer until a figure was visible. A horse faced woman, tall and wiry stood at the landing on the second floor with a rather large child in her arms. The moment her eyes caught sight ogf the now dead man she began shrieking at the top of her lungs and ran back down the hall, holding her child for dear life. "NO! STAY AWAY!" her words were spoken in vain.

Morticia was already behind her the moment the woman turned her back and she pounced on her like a lioness would mount her prey before the kill, the child jostling before rolling out of the mothers arms and hitting his head on the wall. A ghastly wail escaped the child's lips and his mother jerked to reach him.

The enchantress gave her a fang filled smile and rose her hand, the light from the window revealing unnaturally sharp nails "Your sister sends her regards. Say hello to her in the afterlife." The fera in the womans eyes was absolutely tantalizing as Morticia brought down her claws and wrapped around the woman's heart before ripping it out her heart and biting into it, relishing the moment the light left thehorse faced cretin's eyes.

"Goodnight Petunia."

Gomez growled at her playfully from behind and she swatted him before looking to the wailing child. "I suppose we can leave the child alive, what do you think?" He hummed before nodding and motioned for his wife to follow him "Whatever you wish to do Querida, however we are expected at one more home any moment now."

"Alors allons-y, mon bête"

"Tish, That's french!"

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Upon returning to the manor they were overjoyed to find grandmama Frump awaiting them on the front porch with a cup of Nightshade tea. The girls sprinted passed her and She greeted them, cackling at the sight of her daughters blood covered hands and grinned "Well there you are, Sluggards! The potion has been ready for about fifteen minutes and I already set up a small room down in the dungeons, the kid is waiting down there in the cradle so hurry up before the elixir expires!" Gomez and Morticia hurried along before turning to Vernadeath and Morcire "We won't be too long, so go on without us. We'll be back in the ballroom before you even notice we had vanished."

They hurried down to the dungeon and navigated their way through the contorted passageways until they reached a small unused room full of cobwebs and small spiders. Granny Frump motioned towards the circular stone table in the center of the room which was painted with small ornate designs that came together and made a magic circle. It was obviously painted with blood and it seemed that it was just about done drying, The frump matriarch motioned for Morticia to get Harry from the crib. What she saw when she reached it however caused her to laugh " Oh Gomez come and have a look!"Gomez approached his wife while lighting another cigar with a raised eyebrow.

"Atta boy."

There curled up with a bottle of the traditional Addams family absinthe was little harry, the bottle was halfway drained and Morticia noticed that this particular bottle seemed to match his eye color. Gomez was the one to comment on it first "Tish are you sure that's Absinthe and not toxic waste?" she blinked before picking up the bottle and examine it "Now that you mention it, it IS glowing a rather particular shade." He laughed before picking up the child and setting his sleeping form down in the center of the circle and Morticia set down the bottle and began lighting the candles around the circle and voila, they were ready.

Granny frump walked up to the table and set down a crystal baby bottle full of a dark red liquid with black spots in it before grabbing a nearby pestle and a mortar which already had all of the needed herbs minced to a fine powder within it and began to bless the sacred space before beginning.

"Great one, Hecate, Wayfarer, Path Finder, Mistress of the Thresholds we all must cross.
Goddess of the Triple Crossroads where destiny meets choice, Keeper of wisdom, teacher of the wise, Destroyer of illusion and Guardian of the Gate.

Hail, Owl-eye Goddess of Magick and the roads of Mystery! I Your humble follower ask that you be present and protect this ceremony! "

"Mighty one, Hades, god of the underworld, you watch over the spirits of the deceased.
You truly are the liberator of justice, you have kept the peace. The spirits are at your mercy, Your word is law. The angrier you become, the more dangerous you are.
I plea to thee, bearer of sorrow, bearing the sorrow of all spirits,

to aid me this night with the darkness of my heart and shield us from the children of the light! So mote it be!"

There was a slight breeze as a chill filled the air and the room became noticeably darker, not batting and eye Granny Frump pulled out three vials of blood and poured them into the mortar before pulling an athame out of on of the pouches next to her and slicing into the palm of her hand, making sure it all fell into the bowl before wrapping it with a piece of cloth and using the pestle to mix it all up. stirring three times clockwise and four times counter clockwise.

"The blood of the old ones that brought them into being."

She trailed off before passing the knife to Gomez and Morticia who followed suite in her action and let their blood drip into it as well, mirroring the stirring and passed it back to Granny frump who then took the mixture and dipped her finger in it before anointing the child's forehead.

"The blood of the parents, Joyfully given. With this the families welcome their newest addiction, we ask that you guide an watch over him until he is of age to care for himself."

Harry began to glow a bright golden color before the gold gave way to black and he opened his eyes, screeching as the change began to take place within him. It felt like hours before the light faded and it was done though in reality it had only been about a minute. The screeching dyed down into small sniffles and the change was already more visible, his skin was a paler complexion and his hair had grown a bit longer already at his shoulders. His eyes seemed to be wider and his lashes longer, Gomez chuckled "Well it's obvious he takes after you, Querida." she smiled and battened at his arm before looking to her mother to finish the ceremony. Granny Frumps simply smiled before holding her hands over the newly reborn child and spoke.

"And what is the chosen name that the child shall bare?"

Gomez looked around the room before looking to his wife, they were having another silent conversation it seemed and Morticia smiled before nodding at him in approval.

"His name shall be... Absinthe Hellborne Allocasia Addams."

"So mote it be."

Picking up the Crystal baby bottle she popped it into Absinthe's mouth and grinned as he began chugging the potion greedily.

"Welcome to the family you little imp."

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And there you have it! I hope you all liked it, It was kind of hard to do but by Hera's wrath I wasn't giving up.

Lolz, any who I'll be showing you all through his childhood for the next few chapters, I don't want to rush into Hogwarts too soon. For once I'm going to take my time with it, that being said I'm going to try and update often but I'm still taking college classes and stuff so homework may get in the way and my update may be at random until i can steady it out x.x

Another things since I'm going through small snippets of his childhood the next few chapters won't be as long as this I think- I hope that's okay!

I hope to see you next time! Sayonara bye-bye~ o((＊◕ᴗ◕＊))o

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