Chapter 1
Harry Potter: The Boy Who Lived, The Dark Lord Voldemort's downfall, Gryffindor's Golden Boy, One of Hogwarts Kings, just like his father. Harry Potter was known as all these things, but that wasn't who he was. Yes, he was known as the boy who lived, but his mother had saved him. Voldemort's downfall? Again, his mother's doing. Golden boy? Far from it. Harry Potter was callous, sadistic, insane. He hid it well, of course. if the wizarding world knew they would lose their minds.
The Potter family was notoriously gray wizards. Not the light ones the Order of the Phoenix would have you believe they were. They had no side during the war. It's still not entirely sure why Voldemort went after them that night. Dumbledore had fabricated Harry's tale, He was no chosen one. His parents did not thrice defy the dark lord, and he had no special power. Unless you count the fact that he was nearly impossible to kill. That wasn't a mark of the prophecy, though. The Potters were hard to kill. They always had been. No poison could kill them, no venom, they didn't get ill, and they were invulnerable to most killing curses, except of course Avada Kadavra. Because of this, the Potters found joy in their partial invulnerability. They drank and ate what would kill most. They would test their limits, taking part in stunts that would kill most humans.
James was where the potter line changed. James did everything the rest of his family did he drank venom, ate poison, and tested his limits. One day, while throwing daggers, he hit someone. Later, it was found that this was a dark wizard who wanted his family rare ability. At only seven, James was hailed as a hero for the act. He found that he had rather enjoyed the act. He enjoyed the screams and the pain. He was drunk on the feeling. He killed a few other people but found he only enjoyed it when they were bad people. Good and neutral people didn't give him that same intoxicated feeling. He fell in love with Lily Evans she wasn't invulnerable, but she was more than willing to push herself to see how far she could go before she died. She practiced dark magic, and it stained her person, and she didn't care. Later, they both fell in love with a woman named Andrea Daring, who was a prodigy when it came to blood rituals and runes. She was able to make herself tolerate poisons. They were all killers, all insane, all-in love.
Apparently, insanity is inherited. Harry ended up just like all three of his parents.
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Harry sat in the back of the Dursley rental car as they drove him to camp Chippewa. They had found the camp in the states in Wisconsin that was supposed to be super strict and make him normal They really just wanted to get rid of him for the summer, but if they could stomp the magic out of him in the process, why not. He didn't really mind he hated them as much as they hated him, and it was unlikely that muggles could break him. If Dumbledore hadn't done it yet, there was no way some perky camp could.
He reached over and grabbed Dudley's hand as he tried to reach into Harry's pocket. He dug his nails into him. The look in the boys malignant eyes forced him to be quiet until he drew blood.
You would think by now after everything that made him ill, he would have learned to stop reaching for anything Harry ate, but no. Normally Harry would love to watch Dudley to grab what was in his pocket thinking it was candy and down it quickly, but then, knowing how Dudley is with 'candy', he would be out of any for himself. It would also risk his aunt and uncle finding everything else he had stashed on him.
He growled, looking at the camp it was all sunshine and rainbows. It was nauseating. The moment Harry stepped out of the car, he gagged as he was hit with the scent of fresh pine. His uncle dropped his bags at the 14-year-old's feet. "Stay here while we sign you in, boy!" His uncle said in a stern voice. Harry was itching to pull out his wand and perform the fatal curse that killed his parents on his uncle, but he restrained himself.
He rolled his eyes as his aunt and uncle walked away, Dudley stayed locked in the car, trying to keep away from his cousin and nurse his still bleeding arm. He had been scared of Harry since he started Hogwarts and tried to keep away from him as much as possible. He pulled out what looked like a little medication bottle from his pocket and shook out a couple of cyanide capsules. He locked eyes with a girl not too far away dressed in all black drinking from a little bottle with a skull and crossbones on it. He kept his eyes locked on her as he downed the capsules.
The girls blank face curled into a half smirk, she could tell what they were even from a distance, she could already tell they would be friends. He was dressed in all black, his hair windswept, toxic green eyes bored into hers, snake bite piercing's, she could make out what looked like the loop end of a nose around his neck, black painted nails and upside-down cross earrings. Morticia saw the boy lock eyes with her daughter and saw her keep his gaze. "Oh, it seems Wednesday and Pugsley might have a little playmate."
Gomez turned to the obsidian haired boy with eyes as vibrant as the killing curse. His blond relatives handed him something without looking at him and left. He sneered after them and took out a bottle of poison the same size as Wednesdays and took a long sip. "It seems you are right, mi amour. At least one of these children aren't in desperate need of help," he said, handing Pugsley a cigar. "Why don't we go introduce ourselves," he said in his usual jovial.
Harry's face remained lifeless as they walked to him, "Hello," he offered before turning to Wednesday and asking, "cyanide or Arsenic."
She knew immediately what he was asking, "Arsenic," she replied with a dead expression.
He pouted, "Lucky, I have to garden a pretty, neat, and preppy garden against my will so the best I could do is Aconite, you don't wanna know what I had to do to get this," he said shaking the medicine bottle. "I'm sorry for being rude, I'm Harry."
"I'm Gomez. This is my wife Morticia, our Children, Wednesday and Pugsley, and this is Lerch." Harry had a lot of questions about Lerch but kept them to himself for the time being.
"What school do you go to?" Harry asked, noticing Wednesdays wand poking out of its holster on her arm.
No one else had pointed it out. No one else had even noticed it, "Oh, another wizard, even better, how wonderful," Morticia flourished. "Wednesday and Pugsley went to Salem, but sadly, they were a bit too sensitive for them, so they will be transferred to Hogwarts in London.
Harry's face curled into a sadistic grin, "You'll love it. The place is a death trap. The only downside is the prying headmaster. " Wednesday smirked, but it instantly fell.
The reason was a blond girl walked up to them, "Hi, I'm Amanda Buckman. Why are you dressed like that?" She asked.
"Like what?" The emotionless girl sneered coldly.
"Like you're going to a funeral. Why are you dressed like somebody died?
Harry wanted to reply, for your funeral, but Wednesday beat him to it. "Wait," Harry grinned. She was amazing.
The girl's, Amanda's, father walked up. "Hi. Don Buckman." He shook Gomez's hand, "Isn't this place something else? Very exclusive."
"Really?"
"Oh yeah, a kid has to be extra special to get in here, gifted, exceptional," he pulled his daughter to his side. "Our Amanda's already skipped two grades," he boosted as her mother pet her hair, "how about your boy?"
Gomez pulled Pugsley in excitedly, "Probation." He was so proud even. It made Harry wonder if his father would be proud of him.
After throwing them some quickly covered up disgusted looks as Pugsley took a drag of the cigar, Amanda's mother added, "we just love Chippewa. Amanda couldn't wait. It's all she is about. She's got a whole new wardrobe," Harry coughed something that sounded like spoiled making Wednesday smirk again. He was amazing. "And this little lady?" She asked hesitantly, gesturing to the Addams daughter.
Morticia answered, "Wednesdays at that very special age when a girl has only one on her mind," her voice was smooth and calming.
"Boys?" the woman asked with a smile.
"Homicide," the girl deadpanned, making the woman's expression drop.
A whistle blew, and a woman and a man called out, "Attention! Hey! Listen up, everybody. I'm Gary Granger!"
"And I'm Becky Martin-Granger." Everyone clapped except that Addams and Harry.
Harry's face dropped at the name Granger, 'No, it couldn't be.' He couldn't wrap his head around how peppy and perky they were, especially if they were related to her of all people. "They wanted to kill me," Harry whispered in horror.
"This will be a nightmare," Wednesday agreed in her usual monotone voice.
"We're the directors here at camp Chippewa, America's foremost facility for... Privileged young adults."
"More like Privileged Brats," a girl with a British accent, brown bushy hair, and buck teeth in all dark clothes, said appearing next to the group. She had a match pinched between her left first finger and thumb she placed her fingers on top of the flames.
"Hermione!" Harry gasped out and rushed to her side. She blinked at her best friend's voice, she hadn't known he was here, she dropped her match and gave him a tight hug like she was in desperate need of help, "don't tell me-"
She nodded solemnly, "Yes they are," she gave her relatives a pained look, "I feel like I'm being stabbed constantly. Actually, no, that would feel good, I feel like I am forced to watch princess movies, which they have actually made me do, " she cried, pulling away. She lit another match and continued her work on her fingertips.
Morticia was curious enough to ask her, "What are you doing dear?"
"Burning off my fingerprints. Makes it easier to get away with things. Like what I did to the girl scout that wouldn't stop knocking at my door when I was alone," she said with a sneer.
"Oh, you've killed someone already how horrifyingly inspiring," the mother praised. She introduced her family.
The girl sighed, "I'm Hermione Granger. They're my aunt and uncle. My parents dropped me here over the summer against my will," she whined.
"I pity you," Harry said in the same calm straight demeanor he had all day, rubbing her back.
"Should we be worried?" Pugsley asked.
Hermione scoffed, "Do you have a taser?" Wednesday and Harry both took one out, and they smirked at one another. "Oh, good, you both do when everyone separates. Please double tazze me. Perhaps I'll be put out of my misery." That was enough of an answer for Pugsley.