A/N: At one time I had this wonderful idea for a story. I managed to write three chapters, all of which are here, but couldn't figure out how to write the rest of it. If you are like me, you will find the third chapter stilted. By the time I finished writing it, I felt I was merely copying out of the book and changing names. I set it aside and went on to other things. But I do think I gave it a great closing line.
Wednesday Addams and the Sorcerer's Stone
Disclaimer: Don't own nothin', nope, not a thing.
CHAPTER ONE: HOME IN ON WHERE THE HEART IS
Morticia was in the atrium, pleasantly snipping the horrid buds from the rose bushes, when she heard her name being called.
"What is it, Grandmama," she asked as she came into the main room. She saw her daughter standing there with a scowl on her face. "Has something happened?" she asked with sudden worry.
"What's this I hear, Cara Mia?" Gomez Addams asked as he walked into the room. "Has something happened to our darling daughter?"
"It has," Grandmama cackled. "I spotted Wednesday doing magic. She didn't mean to, but she did it."
Morticia smiled. "How wonderful, Mon Cher. Our little daughter is a witch."
"Morticia, you spoke French," Gomez said, rushing to her and kissing her hand.
"The proud Addams family tradition is upheld for another generation," Gomez stated proudly, a few minutes later.
Wednesday said nothing but deepened her scowl.
"She has to go to school," Morticia said.
"The Salem Witches Institute," Grandmama laughed, "My old Alma Mater."
"I thought the Addams' were barred from there."
"You're right, Tish," Gomez said. "Thanks to Cousin Iphigenia killing those teachers. Not that I can blame her. They should have known better than to flunk a convicted axe murderess."
"Are you sending me away to school?" Wednesday demanded.
"We have to, Darling," Morticia said, consolingly. "Magic is too dangerous to be left alone. You need to learn to control your powers."
"Like your Uncle Heathcliff," Gomez said, "He never went to school and look what happened to him."
"It was terrible," Grandmama told her, "He woke up one night and every wall in every room was a sunny pastel color."
"How horrible," Wednesday said with a shocked expression. "No wonder we never visit him."
"I've got it," Gomez said, "I know who to call. I haven't heard from him in years but he should still remember me." He took the phone from Thing who dialed the number.
"Hello, is Tom there? . . . No? . . . He's still recovering from that accident? What's it been, Ten years? . . . Well, give him my best when you hear from him. Is Peter there? . . . You know, that ratty little fellow, always lurking in the corners. . . . No? Is there anyone there I can talk to? . . . Oh, Who did you say you could connect me with? . . . Great!"
"I'm taking care of it, Cara Mia," Gomez said then turned back to the phone, "Hello . . . Lucius, old boy, How are you? Gomez Addams, here. . . . I have a favor to ask. It's my daughter. We've found out she's a witch, and we need to get her into a good school. Do you have any recommendations? . . . No, we're banned from there. . . . That one, too. . . . What school does your boy go to? . . . Can she go there? . . . Sure, I'll hold."
"What does he say, dear?" Morticia asked.
"He's checking the regulations for the school, It's called Hogwarts."
"Hogwarts," Morticia mused, "am amusing name when you first hear it but rather disgusting when you think about it. I like it already. What do you think, Wednesday?"
"Do I have a choice?" the girl said, testily, "If I don't, then it doesn't matter what I think, does it?"
"Do I hear suppressed anger there," said Grandmama gleefully. "Going to school will help you nurture that hate until it becomes truly threatening."
"Please do not try to cheer me, Grandmama. I'm in the middle of my pouting."
"Ah, Lucius," Gomez said into the phone, "What's the story? . . . We have to be residents? . . . Well, we do own some property over there, in the town, Hogshead or something."
"Hogsmeade, Dear." Morticia told him.
"Thank you, Dear. It's in some town called Hogsmeade. It has a great name, The Shrieking Shack. Supposed to br the most haunted place in the country, I think . . You've heard of it? Great . . . Can we use that as a residence? . . . Are you sure she can get in? . . . You're on the board? . . . Wonderful. Thanks Lucius . . . Oh, before you go, Fester was going through some things and found Tom's old diary. I thought you might like it . . . No problem, I'll have him dig it up again and we'll send it to you."
"It's done." Gomez smiled as he hung up the phone. "Our daughter will be going to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in the fall. Lucius is having a letter of acceptance sent out right away."
"What a wonderful man," Morticia said, "I always remembered him as completely untrustworthy."
"He is," Gomez agreed. "He tried to blackmail me several times. Rumor has it he accidently blackmailed himself once."
"May I please go to my room," Wednesday said, "I'm feeling depressed, possibly suicidal."
"Of course dear," Morticia told her, "Let us know if you need anything."
"I could use some rope."
"Not a problem," Gomez said, "I'll send Fester up with some, right away.
As Wednesday left the room. Gomez pulled the cord to the servants bell."
"You rang," groaned Lurch from behind him.
"Lurch, tell Fester to get some rope and bring it up to Wednesday's room."
"Right Away," Lurch groaned as he left.
"I've got the rope," Fester said as he walked through the room, "and don't worry. I'll make sure she makes a proper noose."
"Good old Uncle Fester," Morticia sighed. "He's always looking out for the children."
"Here we are," Gomez said cheerfully, "Kings Cross Station. Shall we escort you to the platform, Wednesday."
"You could tie me in chains and drag me there," Wednesday said cheerlessly.
"We're sorry dear," Morticia told her, "You should have said something earlier."
"We'll never find enough chains at this hour," Gomez added, then said, "Look, there's Lucius."
Gomez waved as Lucius Malfoy and his son joined them. "Gomez, Morticia, It has been too long. Please, this is my son, Draco."
"What a lovely name," Morticia said, "and this is our daughter, Wednesday."
Draco looked at the dark haired girl with the long pigtails and said, "Pleased to meet you." He held out his hand.
Wednesday looked at the lean blond haired boy and said, "What is that?"
"It's my hand," Draco said.
Wednesday looked at the hand, then stared at the boy and asked tonelessly, "Do you want to keep it?"
Draco swallowed hard and lowered his hand.
"Look at that, Mon Cher," Morticia said, "Wednesday has made her first friend."
"Morticia, you spoke French."
"What is that?" Wednesday asked as she saw the Hogwarts Express for the first time.
"It's called a train," Draco said without enthusiasm, then smiled innocently as the girl tried to stare him down.
"Why is it that awful color? It looks cheerful and . . . cute. I hate cute." Wednesday turned back to Draco and added, "I think you're cute."
Draco dared to laugh, "You're wearing pigtails, and you call me cute."
"Point taken," Wednesday said, and scowled again. She was proud of her scowling.
"Would you like to share a compartment?" Draco offered.
"Great," Draco said, and took off to find his friends.
CHAPTER TWO: WITH A HELPING HAND
"Excuse me," a boy asked as Wednesday removed a box from her trunk, "I've lost my toad. Have you seen him?"
"Your toad?" Wednesday asked, letting the boy know how pathetic he sounded. "I'm surprised you're allowed to have one."
"It's about the only thing I'm allowed to have," the boy answered sullenly.
"At least you're honest about being a failure. I might as well help you find it. Does it have a name?"
"Trevor, and I'm Neville, uh, Longbottom."
"Wednesday Addams," the girl said, refusing to shake hands. "Please, put your hand down. You look like an idiot holding it up like that."
"I thought we would shake hands."
"Because we're friends?"
"Yes," Neville said, uncertainly, "You're helping me find Trevor."
Wednesday looked at the thick-headed boy and gave up trying to argue. She shook his hand, and Neville's face lit up in relief. Quickly letting go, she picked up the box and headed in one direction while the pathetic boy followed her
"How could I?" Wednesday cursed, "I made friends with a moron." Consoling herself, she said, "at least he's an agreeable type. He'll agree with me if I tell him to." She opened the door to a compartment and asked the two boys inside, using her best bossy voice, "Has anyone seen a toad? Neville's lost one." Then she noticed the red haired boy had his wand out.
"Oh, are you doing magic? Do you mind if I watch?" Wednesday asked, sitting down as though she owned the compartment.
"Uh, sure," the boy answered, and he recited the spell, "Sunshine Daisies, Butter Mellow, Turn this stupid fat rat yellow."
"How impressive," Wednesday drawled, "I hope that someday I can perform magic as well as you can. Oh, wait, I don't know any magic. That means I already can."
The black-haired boy started laughing as his friend went red in the face. Then the red haired boy went from angry/embarrassed to confused. "You're an American."
"No. I only live there," Wednesday said, as though it was the truth."
"Doesn't that make you an American," the black-haired boy asked, "After all, if you lived in Australia, you would be an Australian."
"How clever you are," Wednesday said, smiling, "But I have to be English to go to this school (she shuddered) and so I am."
"I follow that," The red head said, clearly lying.
"I'm Harry, by the way," the black haired boy said, "Harry Potter."
Wednesday was clearly annoyed, "What is it with you people. Every time I stop to talk to someone, they introduce themselves."
"You've got to be kidding?" the red head said. "Do you think they might want to know who they're talking to?"
"Why? I don't," Wednesday told him, then looked surprised as Harry smirked. "Oh, all right, I'm Wednesday Addams," she added in an annoyed tone.
"Ron Weasley," the red head offered.
"I"m Neville," Neville said from the doorway.
"We know," Ron said, "You told us earlier, and we still don't know where your frog is."
"It's a toad," Neville said in a hurt voice.
"Sorry," Ron apologized, trying to hide the fact that he was annoyed, although he wasn't sure what he was annoyed about.
A knocking noise was heard from the box Wednesday was holding in her lap. As everyone watched, the box opened by itself and a hand came out holding a toad."
"TREVOR," Neville cried out in delight, and took the toad from the proffered hand. "Thank you, uh . . ."
"Thing," Wednesday supplied.
"Thank you, Thing," Neville said happily if a bit nervously because he was talking to a hand in a box. Thing made an OK sign with its fingers and retreated into the box.
"Thing," Wednesday called, and the hand reopened the box, "My hat wasn't packed with my other school supplies. Could you check to see if it was left behind."
The hand disappeared into the box, closing the lid behind it. It opened the box moments later and came out holding a black pointed hat."
"Thank you, Thing," Wednesday said, and the box closed again.
"That was amazing," Harry said, as Wednesday stood up, then quickly apologized when the girl glared at him. ""I'm sorry. I've haven't seen much magic before. I guess everything is amazing to me."
Wednesday paused, uncertain at the tone Harry used. She could handle bumbling idiots like Neville or . . . Ron, even obnoxious people like Draco. But there was something about Harry. Something she was not familiar with. Instead of smirking at him, she gave the black-haired boy an amused smile. "I understand the students are divided into houses. Do you know which house you want to go to?"
"I hadn't thought about it," Harry said. "Ron has brothers at Hogwarts. He'd have a better idea than me."
Ron eyed the girl suspiciously. "Well, everyone in my family has gone to Gryffindor. I guess that's where I'll end up."
Wednesday nodded and smiled, which made Ron shrink back into his seat, but Harry returned her smile. This time it held something that seemed almost familiar.
"I suppose I will see you at school," she said. She returned to her own compartment, happy that the other boy did not follow, and began to read from one of her books, "Murder and Mayhem and Magic." It was an collection of stories about some of the ghastliest murders in the wizarding world, and Wednesday found herself chuckling frequently as her good mood quickly returned. Then she heard a scream coming from the two boys' compartment.
She walked briskly and looked through the open doorway as Ron was picking his rat up from the floor, holding it by the tail. "Oh, you killed your rat. Were you still hungry?"
"He's not dead," Ron said angrily, "He's only unconscious."
"Perhaps you had better let me do it."
Ron quickly hugged Scabbers to his chest. "I don't want him killed."
At Wednesday's confused look, Harry explained, "It was Malfoy. He and his friends tried to start a fight."
"You've met Malfoy before?" Ron asked.
"At Diagon Alley. He struck me as the unpleasant type, and I guess I was right."
"I could have told you that," Wednesday said. "You didn't have to guess."
"YOU know Malfoy?" Ron asked in surprise, then wondered why he should be surprised.
"Our fathers did business with each other years ago, and Draco Malfoy's father," she added in disgust, "personally sent me my invitation to Hogwarts. Of course, I know him."
"You don't seem happy about knowing him," Harry said with amusement.
"Neither do you," Wednesday replied in mock surprise. "Isn't that interesting."
Harry laughed at her remark, and even Ron smiled a bit.
"We're almost to the train station," she added, "The two of you had better get ready."
As she left, Wednesday turned around and looked at Ron saying, "By the way. You have dirt on your nose. Right there." She left the compartment happily as Ron scowled at her.
Wednesday dutifully exited the train dressed in her witches robes, happy that they were at least a proper color. She thought the hat stupid but could see no way around that since she had foolishly agreed to abide by the rules of the school. She followed the call of the giant for all first years to enter the boats. Eyeing him carefully she asked as she walked past him, "Does anyone ever fall out of the boats?"
"Aye, but the giant squid takes care of 'em."
Wednesday smiled at the idea and thought about pushing someone in, to see if the giant was telling the truth. She spotted Harry in front of her, and a different thought crossed her mind. She followed the boy she found so mysterious, and stepped into the same boat with him and Ron. Her old plan was half forgotten when Neville stepped into the boat with them. He smiled weakly at Wednesday, not even cringing when she smiled back. It was obvious he didn't know about the giant squid.
The right moment had come. Neville had turned to look at the other boats. Wednesday was about to give him the slight push he needed when Harry said something unusual. "This is fantastic." All thoughts of Neville were forgotten as she suddenly understood what it was she saw in Harry. It was ignorance. For some reason, Harry was ignorant of Magic even though he had it in his blood. (His parents were in the book she read.) But Harry was also ignorant about most things that even she, in her pampered lifestyle, took for granted. She decided that she would become his teacher, to help him preserve the healthy open-minded attitude he already had.
By the time Wednesday remembered about Neville, the boats had already docked.
CHAPTER THREE: HOGWARTS
Wednesday's disappointment with the school was growing every minute. Her first view from the lake was of a fairy tale castle, the kind where armored knights strode forth to harass innocent dragons. The old stone steps leading to the main door were drab and the door itself was old and wooden, but these were small things compared to the whole atmosphere of the place. Wednesday wondered how they had made the exterior bright without making it nicely stark at the same time. She sighed to herself. This was going to be like her regular school.
Inside, it was much better. The new students were ushered into a long cavernous entranceway where an old woman, who called herself Professor McGonagall, led them to a small room off of the Great Hall, then explained how the houses worked. When the lady mentioned Slytherin, Wednesday noticed that Draco Malfoy smiled and made a comment to his friends.
"I definitely do not want to be in Slytherin," she muttered.
"All the bad ones go to Slytherin," Ron said, then started as he noticed who he was talking to.
"All of us?" Wednesday mused.
Harry turned around and gave her a cheerful grin. "Maybe some of us will be lucky. Right, Ron?"
"Harry, don't encourage her?" Ron whispered.
Harry gave a wry smile which looked so funny, that Wednesday found herself laughing.
"Is there something funny?" Professor McGonagall asked.
"Yes," Wednesday started to say.
"No, Ma'am," Ron said quickly.
"No?" Wednesday asked.
"NO," Ron insisted, which caused everyone to laugh.
"Well, please decide," McGonagall said, "You will be sorted momentarily. As soon as I come back for you."
"Thanks," a boy with an Irish accent said to Ron, "I was getting nervous. That helped me to . . . Aaahh!"
"What a curious phrase," Wednesday said, as others began to yell and jump. Ghosts had begun floating through one wall and across the room toward the main hall. Most of them looked normal, except for being dead, and they were very polite. Wednesday was disappointed. She did hear a fat ghost suggest Hufflepuff, and said to herself, "I definitely do not want to go to Hufflepuff."
Professor McGonagall returned, organized all of the new students alphabetically, and escorted them into the Great Hall. Everyone was impressed by the ceiling which reflected the night sky, the thousands of floating candles, the banners and everything else in sight. Even one dark-haired girl with pigtails was lost for words. She did not like everything she saw, but she did not hate it either. It was all . . . different.
The first years stood in line before the Sorting Hat as it sang a welcoming song that Wednesday quickly became bored with, after the novelty of a talking hat was ruined by the mediocrity of the lyrics. She consoled herself with the thought that the hat must get tired, singing the same song year after year. Then "Abbott, Hannah," was called, and the first girl in line walked up to the stool, picked up the hat and put it on her head as she sat down.
"Hufflepuff," the Hat called out after a few seconds and Abbott, Hannah removed the hat as she stood up, put it on the stool as directed, and walked briskly to the table of cheering students.
"Addams, Wednesday," Professor McGonagall called out, and Wednesday stepped forward and repeated the process. As she put the hat on she heard a small voice whisper in her ear. "You have a strong will, and you know exactly what you want. It took a great deal of courage for you to come here, so we'll put you in . . . GRYFFINDOR." The Hat shouted the last word and, as she took the hat off, Wednesday noticed the far left table was cheering her. Placing the hat on the stool she began walking toward her new housemates. She paused to look at Harry and give him an encouraging smile, and once again to give Ron a wide grin. She was in a very good mood when she sat down.
When the Professor called out Harry's name, everyone grew silent and began whispering. Wednesday had to ask why?
"You know Harry Potter?" Percy the prefect asked.
"We met on the train."
"And you don't know? He's the Boy Who Lived. When You Know Who killed his parents he tried to kill that boy, and failed."
"I read about it," Wednesday admitted, "but I didn't know it was that significant. Who is You Know Who?"
"I'll tell you later," Percy said nervously, and looked up as the Sorting Hat called out, "GRYFFINDOR."
It seemed as though everyone in the school was cheering. Two red-haired twins stood on their seats and began shouting, "We Got Potter! We Got Potter!" Harry came over to the table and sat down across from Wednesday, giving her a big grin, which she returned, and then proceeded to shake hands with everyone at the table until they were all satisfied. Wednesday thought it was wonderful how he dealt with his discomfort. She would never have bothered to be that nice, but then she knew how to handle herself.
When Ron arrived at the table it was anticlimactic. His brothers made themselves known as they tried to embarrass him as much as possible.
Things began to get better. The Headmaster stood up to say a few words, and rattled off a small stream of nonsense. It was obvious that he was demented, a perfect choice in Wednesday's mind for someone in charge of a school.
Then the food appeared. None of it was moving, but that was to be expected. Wednesday had eaten in many a school cafeteria. There was enough of a variety that she could find something she liked well enough but Grandmama's cooking would be sorely missed.
The feast ended, to be almost ruined by the appearance of deserts, Harry talked her into trying one of the treacle tarts. She did, and found that if she ignored the sweetness it had a pleasant taste. She solved the problem of the sweetness by adding pepper to it. When the desserts where finished, and all of the plates cleared, the Headmaster rose to give a few announcements. Hearing about the dark forests was good news, as well as the threat about the third floor corridor, but then they were told to sing the school song.
Dumbledore told the students they could choose their own tunes, and Wednesday chose a silent chant. Most students chose saccharine tunes that matched the desserts, but to her delight, two students had a better idea then hers. The Weasley Twins were singing a funeral dirge. It was so mournful and pathetic that Wednesday fell in love with both of them.
"They always do things like that," Percy said in disgust.
"Really?" Wednesday asked happily as she followed the prefect to the Gryffindor common room. The thought began to form in her mind that she might enjoy going to this school after all. Spying Neville Longbottom, she sighed happily. She even had someone to play with.