Meeting with Quirinus Quirrell was honestly the last thing Hadrian wanted to do after lunch. However, his Father and the Lord of his House stated he must, so therefore he will. He was an obedient child after all. It would not do well for the Heir of the Addams family to be disobedient. Especially as his Auntie Sloom, the eldest living relative and most respected member of the Addams family, would not approve.
"M-Mister A-Addams, t-thank you for m-meeting with m-me."
Hadrian bows slightly before sitting across from his Professor. He looked around the office. Despite the enormous amount of books and papers spread throughout the room, it held an oddly calm feeling. He noticed that the office held plenty of Ravenclaw coloring mixed with purple. He pursed his lips together before facing the man.
"You can stop the stuttering act around me, Professor." Hadrian says lamely. "I do know what true stutters of fear sound like."
"I suppose you know why your Father asked you to meet with me then?"
"For the fact that you are the missing Addams known as Marvolo Addams, also known as Dark Lord Voldemort previously known as Tom Riddle. I am very aware. The question is," Hadrian glared at the man in front of him. "What is it you want?"
"I want to have a meeting with Lord Gomez Addams." Hadrian noticed the eyes where red rather than the normal green. "The truth has been slighted and I wish to plead my case to him and Lady Morticia Addams."
"Why should I allow this? Why should my Father?" Hadrian asks diplomatically.
"I understand if you do not. However, I merely ask for a chance." The man paused. "May I inquire one thing, Heir Addams?"
"And what would that inquiry be?"
"How is it that you and Harry Potter are one in the same?"
Hadrian sighs. "It all starts when I was five years old. At that time I was still under the impression I was one Harry James Potter. Although I knew myself more by the name of Freak and Boy."
It wasn't until late on night Lord Gomez Addams and Lady Morticia Addams were taking a stroll in the dreary and cold air in Surrey that plans of one Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore began to unravel. That night during their darkened stroll they came across a young boy crying alone in a small rundown park.
"Oh Gomez," said Morticia softly. "He's upset. I wonder what for?"
"I suppose we should ask." Gomez said, albeit confused. "Usually the common man does not leave his child in the rain. Is this a new muggle thing do you suppose?"
"Not that I am aware of. We could ask Cousin Remus the next opportunity we can." She said with a frown. "Child, why do you cry?"
When the child looked up with bright, wonderous Avada Kedavra green eyes the woman gasped softly. She saw the lightening bolt scar and pale skin. Her hand grasped her husband's tightly as a rare show of tears flooded her eyes and added a wetness to her face that was not from the pouring rain.
"Gomez..."
"I know."
His voice was dead. His heart pounding. In five and half years they searched for their lost son. Yet, even if the looks are different he knows that magic. He can feel the hum of his son's magic reaching out to him.
"Hello." He says kindly as he squats in front of the small child who barely looked 3 much less to be five. "What is your name?"
"H-Harry.."
"Harry. Would you like to come with my wife and I? You shouldn't be out in the cold like this."
At the time, the young child would not understand why he went. Just that he felt safe for the first time in his life that he knew. So, he slowly put his tiny hand in the mans large one and let him be picked up.
"They immediately took me to Gringotts and got an inheritance test and diagnostic test. Neither of which were good."
"Here you are Lord Addams, the inheritance test and diagnostic test." The Addams account Manager, Erkas, said.
Inheritance Test:
Birth Name:
Hadrian Gomez Addams
Adopted Name:
Harry James Potter
Birth Mother:
Morticia Artemis Addams née Frump
Adopted Mother:
Lily Marie Potter née Evans
Birth Father:
Gomez Florencia Addams
Adopted Father:
James Fleamont Potter
Birth Maternal Grandparents:
Griselda Frump née Malina
Wilson Frump
Adopted Maternal Grandparents:
Rosalie Evans née Cullen
Joseph Evans
Birth Paternal Grandparents:
Eudora Addams née Waldo
Percival Addams
Adopted Paternal Grandparents:
Euphemia Potter née Longbottom
Fleamont Potter
Birth Aunt(s):
Ophelia Frump
Adopted Aunt(s):
Petunia Dursley née Evans
Birth Uncle(s):
Pancho Addams
Fester Addams
Cosimo Addams
Adopted Uncle(s):
Vernon Dursley
Birth Cousin(s):
N/A
Adopted Cousin(s):
Dudley Dursley
Birth Godfather(s):
Severus Snape
Marvolo Addams
Sirius Black
Adopted Godfather(s):
Sirius Black
Birth Godmother(s):
Narcissa Malfoy née Black
Bellatrix Lestrange née Black
Alecto Carrow
Adopted Godmother(s):
Alice Longbottom née Fawley
Birth Godsibling(s):
Draco Malfoy
Adopted Godsibling(s):
Neville Longbottom
Heir To:
The Most Noble and Most Ancient House of Addams
The Most Noble and Most Ancient House of Slytherin
The Most Noble and Most Ancient House of Gryffindor
The Most Noble and Most Ancient House of Ravenclaw
The Most Noble and Most Ancient House of Hufflepuff
The Most Noble and Most Ancient House of Pendragon
The Most Noble and Most Ancient House of Emrys
The Most Noble and Most Ancient House of Le Fay
The Most Noble and Most Ancient House of Peverell
The Most Noble and Most Ancient House of Mortem
The Most Noble and Most Ancient House of Vita
The Most Noble and Most Ancient House of Magia
The Most Noble and Most Ancient House of Tempus
The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black
The Noble and Ancient House of Potter
Diagnostic Test:
Age 1: Illegal Blood Adoption, Bruising, Rash, Scarring due to Avada Kedavra and Horcrux
Age 2: Bruising, Malnutrition, Rash, Sickness
Age 3: Bruising, Malnutrition, Rash, Sickness
Age 4: Bruising, Malnutrition, Rash, Sickness, Lacerations
Age 5: Bruising, Malnutrition, Rash, Sickness, Lacerations
"My Mother and Father could barely forgive themselves. Even though none of it was their fault." He glares. "I was kidnapped, as you well know, and given to the Potters. They did not know who I was which made my Parents happy since my Father was a Marauder and My Mother was close friends with Miss Lily. Sorry. Aunt Lily." He smiled at the questioning look. "As the Heir to the Most Noble and Most Ancient House of Mortem I have the ability to see and interact with the Dead who are beyond our realm. It's useful and nice until a relative is done with your sh-stuff."
Marvolo couldn't help but smile. He remembered when his cousin, Gomez, had went to him as livid as can be with the news that his one year old son and Heir, was missing. At the time he was already slipping and did not, and could not, find it within himself to care. Yet, now he found himself feeling guilty of all this. Knowing it was his connection that caused Dumbledore to go after his Cousin in such a way. It hurt. It truly hurt him.
Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore did not understand what had happened. Years. Decades of planning down the damn drain. All because the damn Addams family taking a fucking walk in Surrey because it was so dead and dreary that day. Now he did not have his weapon. Remus Lupin was not answering his letters. Sirius Black was currently being investigated which will lead to investigations of all the Death Eaters which will have truths uncovered that did not need to be uncovered.
"Your plans are failing."
Albus glared at the portrait of Phineas Nigellus Black before sneering at the portrait of his predecessor Armando Dippet who laughed. The old man in the portrait dared to laugh at him! The greatest wizard since Merlin!
"Phineas has a point. The young boy knows his family. Knows his truth. You have also lost her support, although that was long ago."
"Who is she?!" Albus bellowed. They told him this for years! Every first of September since Tom Riddle's second year. He needed to know who SHE was and obviously if she was important to his plans.
Far away and deep in the hidden halls of Hogwarts was a large portrait which held four adults, and several ethereal figures.
The first in the portrait was a red-haired man whose beard was not long in length. His robes were reds and golds and in masculine late 10th century in style. His bright green eyes were slightly dimmed with anger. He held his sword in hands while his wand was currently in its holster on his right arm. This was the wizard known as Godric Gryffindor
The next was a woman with dark brown hair that went passed her shoulders. Her robes were feminine late 10th century style in yellows and blacks. Her blue eyes blazed with anger as she itched to hold her wand. This was the witch known as Helga Hufflepuff.
The next to her was a woman with long wavy black hair that went well down her back. Her robes were feminine late 10th century style in blues and bronze colors. Her brown eyes were currently closed as she attempted to calm herself to not storm out of the portrait and into a portrait in the Headmasters office. This was the witch known as Rowena Ravenclaw.
The last person in the portrait was a tall man with long black hair as well as a long black beard. His robes were greens and silvers in masculine late 10th century style. His grey eyes glared harshly as his wand was in hand. This was the wizard known as Salazar Slytherin.
The ethereal figures were Lord Death, Lady Life, Mother Magic, Father Time, and Ignotus Peverell. They stood solemnly as they talked with the four founders in hushed tones. More so trying to keep them from storming the portraits within the Headmasters office.
"Please, be patient."
The figures in the room looked in the middle to see a small child with shoulder-length brown hair, light brown eyes, and dressed in deep purple robes. Her soft, sad smile turned to the Founders portrait.
"I am Hogwarts. Over the years the magic of these halls have helped me become sentient to a point. We, that being Allister, Jaya, Willa, the soldiers, and I; are doing what we can. Thankfully the young Heir does have his family with him."
The relief in everyone in the room was immense.
(A/N: Latin: English. Mortem: Death. Vita: Life. Magia: Magic. Tempus: Time.)