Chapter 2: Wonderful!

With a bang the purple triple decker bus appeared, and Harry jumped on. Tossing a galleon at the conductor, he said his destination.

"Anywhere with a view, preferably of the ocean. I need a place to think." Seeing the conductor was going to ask a question or three, Harry tossed his whole money pouch at him. There was close to thirty galleons inside it.

"No questions, and you never saw me."

Nodding dumbly after seeing how much gold he'd been given, the conductor let Harry work his way toward the back of the bus.

Normally a bus ride would allow a panicking teen the calm needed to gather their thoughts; however, the knight bus was not exactly known for its calm rides.

Sitting in a well padded chair, Harry slid around as the bus careened across the British countryside.

Between the sharp turns, and slamming into the chairs of other passengers, Harry's adrenaline was flowing even stronger than when he'd gotten on the insane bus.

Apparently his bribe encouraged the driver to drop him off first. As the bus came to an abrupt stop, the conductor worked his way back to let him know it was his stop.

Muttering, "Thanks." Harry disembarked, and the bus shot off behind him.

He had no idea where he was, but it certainly met his requirements. From atop a rocky cliff face, he had a clear view of the ocean.

To make things better, there were rock formations shielding him from being seen from behind.

Finally able to catch his breath, he sat down at the edge of the cliff. As he calmed down, the weight of what he'd just done hit him.

Chances were, he would be expelled. Even if somehow he wasn't, he was definitely in big trouble.

Gazing wistfully out at the tumultuous water, Harry decided that at least for the time being, he would just relax, think about his life, and not worry about any consequences.

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Harry lifted his foot in preparation to make that final step.

"You're doing it wrong." A flat voice said.

Startled, Harry nearly toppled over the edge, but ended up falling back and landing on his bum. While groping for his wand, Harry quickly turned to see who had found him.

A pale girl with long black pigtails stood by the rocks wearing a pitch black dress that emphasized her lack of color. She looked to be about his age.

"We aren't high enough for the fall to kill you." She said dispassionately. "You'll just be horribly maimed, which I suppose has its own appeal."

"I, No I... Um. I'm not trying to kill myself." Harry lied

She cocked her head to the side and stared at him, much like Luna Lovegood would at times. Only where Luna's eyes were dreamy and unfocused, this girl's eyes bored into him with emotionless intensity.

"Are you sure? If you'd like I could help." She offered. "We can go down the the water's edge, and I can help you drown. I understand its a truly terrifying way to die. If you'd rather, I can just slit your throat. A bit messy, but it would be quick."

"No, that's alright. I really don't want to kill myself, honest." This time he wasn't lying. The girl's cold descriptions of helping him commit suicide had put him off the actual deed.

"Pity." Was her only response.

"Wednesday dear!" A woman's voice called out searchingly. Soon a tall beautiful woman wearing a skin tight black dress that brushed along the ground stepped into view.

Clearly the girl's mother, her skin was just as pale, and her face nearly as passive. "There you are Wednesday. Who's your friend?"

"I don't know mother." She answered. "He was suicidal, but I think I talked him out of it."

The woman looked at Harry appraisingly. "That's horrible dear. Now then young man."

"Harry." He said, supplying his name.

"Harry, I'm sorry my daughter has ruined your evening." She apologized sincerely. "Since I assume you now have no plans, would you care to join us for dinner?"

Taken aback by the woman's apparent regret that he was no longer suicidal, he was about to reject her offer out of hand. Then his stomach painfully reminded him that he'd not eaten all day.

He'd also given away his money bag, so a free dinner was very attractive. "I suppose so, if it wouldn't be too much trouble." They appeared to be muggles, so he decided that if worse came to worse, he could easily subdue them.

"Wonderful." She said with a smile. "Come along then. Pugsley has found the rest of uncle Knick-Knack, and they're waiting in the car with Lurch."

-o-o-

Harry found himself crammed in the back of an old 1932 Packard. It was an American car that was out of place not only due to its age, but its opulence. Lurch the driver, was an extremely tall man who didn't speak, instead he'd moan.

Because of this, and his almost blueish deathly pallor, Harry idly wondered if the man was a zombie.

The beautiful woman who'd said her name was Morticia, sat up front next to Lurch. Wednesday sat on Harry's right.

On his left, between him and Wednesday's brother Pugsley, was what appeared to be a body bag labeled 'uncle Knick-Knack.'

Pugsley, as opposed to his sister, had a constant self satisfied smile, and short cropped hair.

The car itself was extremely comfortable, but the ride was decidedly otherwise. Everything about this family was creepy, and he couldn't decide what bothered him more; being pressed up against Wednesday, or having 'uncle Knick-Knack' leaning against him.

Harry was starting to regret coming along with these people. He was tempted to ask about the body bag, but decided he really didn't want to know. Needing to fill the silence somehow, Harry tried to think of a safe subject.

"By your accents, I take it you're from the States?" He asked tentatively.

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