Chapter 7:Gomez

"I saw him take Pubert out into the field earlier. I don't know why though." Dementia said as she and Fester sat down.

Fester grinned happily. "I'm Pretty sure he's going to use Pubert to see how deep the well is. Nothing like brotherly love. Eh Gomez?"

"Right you are old man."

Morticia sat next to her husband. "Fester, do you know if there's any water in that well?"

Pugsley walked in carrying a soaking wet Pubert. "There is, but I planned for that and tied a rock to his leg." He set Pubert into his electric booster seat, and strapped him in.

"The well can't be that deep. He crawled back out only a couple minutes after I dropped him in."

"That's my boy!" Gomez cried out proudly. "Chewed through the ropes no doubt."

"That's why we use chains now." Granny Frump pointed out as she joined the rest of the family at the table.

The family enjoyed their breakfast. Taking their time, they talked about unimportant things while Lurch attended them. As the family butler turned to go take care of Morticia's plants, he heard a groan.

Looking down, he realized he was standing on their guest. Taking a full step back, Lurch bent over and picked up Harry. Holding the boy in the air with one hand, he pulled out an empty chair next to Wednesday with the other.

He set Harry into the seat gently, and went to plate his breakfast.

"I don't think he's quite awake yet." Wednesday said dispassionately as she leaned in to look at his jade eyes, which were glazed over and unfocused.

Harry's hand shot out and grabbed Wednesday by the throat. Her own eyes widened with genuine surprise.

No one had managed to catch her off guard, not since before she murdered her first boyfriend.

"Ugh, I feel like I've been trampled by a heard of hippogriffs." Harry said as he opened his eyes, pleased that the lighting wasn't bright enough to hurt.

"Fantastic!" Gomez exclaimed with a toothy grin. "Aching muscles aside, how do you feel?"

Waking completely, he noticed he was choking the girl sitting next to him and panicked.

"Ah! Sorry sorry sorry." He begged forgiveness as he released his grip.

Gomez laughed and slapped the table. "Nonsense, no doubt she'll return the favor all in good time. Now, was the potion helpful?"

Harry shook the remains of grogginess away, and then looked down at the jagged scar on his arm. It was one of the few he had never known the origin of.

"I don't know. I remember things now, but I... I'm not sure who I am anymore." He carefully glanced at Wednesday out of the corner of his eye.

She had simply returned to her breakfast as if nothing had happened.

"I see." Gomez said while looking sidelong at his brother. "Fester, I was thinking.

If I remember correctly, the wizards have their own bank. Run by imps or something like that."

"Goblins." Harry corrected absently as Lurch set down a steaming plate of... something in front of him.

"Capitol, goblins then. Harry, I trust you know where this bank is?

I was thinking maybe you could take my brother there. Fester can see if they have an Addams account on the books."

Fester turned to Gomez with a look of confusion. "Shouldn't you handle something like that? You've always managed the accounts, ever since mother and father were torn apart."

"True," Gomez waved his hand dismissively. "But you are the older brother. If there are any issues, it would be better that you deal with them.

" He looked back at Harry. "Well Harry my boy, would you show Fester the bank?"

Harry started to agree without thinking, but caught himself. "I would, but there are probably wizards looking for me.

No, there are definitely people looking for me, and I don't want any of them to find me. Not yet anyway."

"That's no problem. Give me a few minutes, and you'll look like a new man." Granny Frump said. "You've got too much color anyway."

Not seeing any reason to stop trusting this family yet, Harry shrugged in agreement.

Wednesday watched Harry speculatively as she lightly touched the bruises already forming on her slender neck.

-o-o-

Harry felt as if he were just along for the ride. This was not an unusual feeling for him, but these people made him also feel like it was his choice entirely, and he could walk away at any time.

He stood before a full length mirror, and could not recognize himself. Dressed in an expensive muggle suit that somehow fit him perfectly, his telltale lightning bolt scar was hidden by a top hat.

Wearing clothing that fit was enough of a difference, but his entire face wasn't his own.

His skin was pale, and there were dark circles around his eyes, as though he hadn't slept for weeks. He'd always been thin, but now his face looked downright gaunt.

His other most noticeable feature was his brilliant green eyes, but those staring back at him were colored an inky black.

"You just happen to have a disguise for me that fits perfectly?" Harry asked as he ran his hand along his now waxy face.

Cackling, Granny Frump handed him a decorative cane to complete the look. "We got lucky. You're the same size as Nick-Nack. That's his face and clothes you're wearing right now."

Harry looked sharply at the old lady who's smile displayed too few rotten teeth. He couldn't tell just how serious that last remark was.

As if reading his mind, she answered. "No, that wouldn't work at all, human skin doesn't keep well. It's just his death mask."

"How long will my eyes stay this color?" He asked as he turned back to the mirror, and stared deep into the abysses that now were his eyes.

"The potion should run it's course in about half a day." She estimated.

To make it harder for Voldemort, or Dumbledore for that matter, to find where he was staying, Lurch drove Harry and Fester into town. Harry had told everyone that they would catch a bus from there.

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