I do not own either Harry Potter or Wednesday Addams.

Hello guys, Badger here. I'm here with a new story for you. After working on new chapters for my other stories, I wanted to take a break and work on a new story, whilst I still have the energy and time for it. This story was requested by Laigron, who wanted a Harry Potter and Wednesday crossover. So, after reading other Harry Potter and Wednesday crossovers, in hopes of gaining inspiration and to see what other creators have done, I now have a rough outline for my story.

Remember, if you have a story you would like to request, feel free to let me know. That is all for now, read on and I will see you at the end.

Chapter 1

A Meeting That Changed Everything

Harry was alone, as he sat on his trunk, his head in his hands. The sounds of waves violently crashing against the rocks echoed in his ears, and the cold wind slashed at his skin. Looking up from his hands, Harry stared at the sea, ignoring the cold creeping along his body, he thought about everything that had happened until this point.

All his life, he had been starved and neglected by those he had the misfortune of calling his family. For reasons, at the time, he didn't know or understand. He was forced to endure countless beatings from his uncle and cousin, as well as verbal beatings from his aunt who enjoyed berating and belittling him at any given opportunity. When Harry was old enough, every chore imaginable had been forced upon him. Cooking, cleaning, gardening, laundry, repair work. Didn't matter what it was, no matter the weather or time of day, he was to do it, for nothing, save for food that was nothing more then some bread and water, though sometimes his relatives were 'generous' and gave him the leftovers from their meals, but even that wasn't enough to sustain him. Due to this neglect, he had become quite scrawny in his appearance.

There was hope, however, when Harry reached 11 years of age. The day he learnt about magic and he, like many others, was a wizard. He also learnt more about his parents and how they really died. The day he was whisked away to a world he only believed possible in his dreams, he felt like he truly belonged. He made friends and learnt all sorts of amazing things. The neglect, to some extent, had also stopped, after his eleventh birthday. Even though the back breaking amount of chores hadn't stopped, the beatings did and his relatives also gave him proper amounts of food. Though Harry imagined that was out of fear, afraid of how the Magical World would react if they knew what they did. However, his time in the Wizarding World wasn't all that great.

Every year, since he first arrived at Hogwarts, something had happened. Something that risked the lives of many, especially his own. It was like a vicious cycle that repeated itself every year. In his First Year, he and his friends risked their lives to stop Quirrell from stealing the Philosophers Stone, where Harry discovered the maniac who killed his parents was still alive and he would've killed Harry if it wasn't for the fact that Harry's touch burnt Quirrell into dust. Then there was his Second Year, where Harry was turned into an outcast. All around Hogwarts people were being petrified, leaving them into a paralysed state and, because Harry was a Parselmouth, many believed he was the one causing this. Harry then risked his life a second time, in the Chamber of Secrets where he saved Ginny and killed a 60ft Basilisk. Now that Harry thought about it, no one had apologised to him for how they treated him.

His next two years weren't any better. In his Third Year, Sirius Black who was believed to be a follower of Voldemort had escaped Azkaban and it was believed he was after Harry. Because of this, Dementors had been placed around Hogwarts as guards. However, those Dementors had a strange obsession with Harry and had come after him more then once, hoping to suck out his soul. One time when he was playing Quidditch and fell hundreds of feet. To make matters worse, Sirius Black was not only his Godfather but an innocent man. The real criminal, Peter Pettigrew had escaped as they were hoping to turn him into authorities and prove Sirius' innocence.

His Fourth Year, was a mess. To begin with, Harry was quite excited to learn about a Magical Tournament was being hosted at Hogwarts. He was excited, relieved even, about having a normal year for the first time ever. Of course, he should have known something would happen. One of Voldemort's followers had placed Harry into the Tournament and, once more, he became an outcast as many believed he cheated his way into the Tournament. Including Ron. Time and time again, Harry risked his life in the Tournament, against Dragons, Mermaids, Grindylows and other Magical Creatures, where he soon found himself in a graveyard. Cedric was killed by Pettigrew and, through some ritual, Voldemort was able to return in a new body.

Then there was his Fifth Year. All year Harry had to deal with slander from just about everyone, with people believing he was delusional and insane, thinking he was making everything up regarding Voldemort returning, with some people even thinking he murdered Cedric so he could win the Tournament. He also had to endure constant torture from the vile toad that was Delores Umbridge, whilst Dumbledore sat back and did nothing. Then Sirius died. It happened so quickly. It was Harry's fault. He foolishly believed Voldemort was keeping Sirius prisoner. He went to the Ministry looking for him, he found a prophecy regarding him and Voldemort. A prophecy that stated that either Harry kills Voldemort or Voldemort kills Harry. Things quickly spiralled out of control, when several Death Eaters surrounded them. When Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix arrived, along with Sirius, to save him, Sirius had been killed by Bellatrix LeStrange, when Harry's back was turned. A quick Killing Curse was all it took for all hope of Harry having a proper family to die.

Ever since Sirius died, Harry thought about everything he was forced to endure during his time at Hogwarts. After several weeks into the holidays, the more he thought, the more nothing seemed to make sense. If Dumbledore knew Voldemort wasn't dead, why didn't he tell anyone so they could prepare for his inevitable return? If Dumbledore knew Sirius was innocent, why did he leave the man to rot in Azkaban? If Dumbledore knew about the prophecy, why didn't he have Harry trained so he had a chance of beating Voldemort? Every question Harry had, always revolved around Dumbledore in some way and it made Harry question his faith in the man more and more. However, the more he thought, one thing out of everything, did make sense to him.

He was done with the Wizarding World!

He no longer cared. He didn't care if there was a prophecy. He didn't care if he was the only one who could defeat Voldemort. He was done! Why should he help the Wizarding World, when the Wizarding World has done nothing to help him! One day, he'll be viewed as a hero, only to be viewed as mental and insane the next. He was just done with it all. So, early one morning, when his relatives were still asleep, Harry sent Hedwig off hunting and packed up all his things, before calling the Knight Bus. The conductor was pretty confused when Harry asked him to drop him off anywhere near the sea, but after Harry handed him a small pouch of Galleons, he asked no questions and quickly drove all across the country, before dropping him off. Harry wasn't sure where he was, nor did he care. He just dragged his trunk close to the sea and sat down. And that's where he remained for a good few hours.

Harry wasn't entirely sure what to do next. He didn't really have a plan. Maybe he should've thought things through a bit more. When he called the Knight Bus, he had no real plans in mind, he just wanted to get as far away as he possibly could from Dumbledore, Hogwarts and everything else. Standing up from his trunk, he walked closer to the sea, only stopping when the small waves began touching his shoes, he palmed his wand, as he thought about what to do.

He wasn't entirely sure where to go, but knew he would need to get out of Britain. He had a better chance of getting away if he was in another country. However, he didn't want to abandon everything. Magic was a part of him. For him, magic was everything. It's the only place he felt like he belonged. If he was to start afresh, transferring to another school, or even getting private education from private tutors, was his only chance. However, he wasn't sure how he would do so, without alerting Dumbledore's attention.

Yeah, he should've thought this through a bit more.

"Seems kind of pointless" A flat voice spoke up

Harry quickly turned around, startled as to who was behind him. He was afraid it would be Dumbledore or someone else. To his surprise, it was a girl who appeared to be the same age as him, standing beside his trunk. She was pale, her skin nearly as white as snow. Her hair was a jet black, styled into black pigtails that stopped at her chest. Her eyes were almost as dark as her hair. She was wearing a long sleeved black dress, along with black leggings and shoes that was a complete contrast to her pale complexion. She looked at him for a second, before looking down at his trunk.

"If you're planning to drown yourself, it seems pointless in bringing your stuff with you" The girl said, nonchalantly

"I…I was going to drown myself" Harry replied, taken aback by the assumption, keeping his hand on his wand, just in case

The girl turned to face him again. Her eyes narrowed, as she tilted her head to one side, seemingly trying to read him. Harry wasn't sure what it was, but there was something cold and uneasy about the look in her eyes. The girl looked like she was about to say something, when another voice called out.

"Wednesday!"

The girl turned around, upon hearing the voice. Harry looked and was surprised to see a woman that wasn't standing a second ago. She was quite tall and stunningly beautiful. Harry guessed she was the girls mother, as they had a resemblance to one another. The woman was equally as pale, and her hair was just as dark, going down several inches past her shoulders in smooth waves. She walked up to the girl, stopping beside her.

"I wondered where you went" She spoke, her voice smooth and impassive, before turning to Harry "And who is this?"

"I don't know mother" The girl, seemingly the aforementioned Wednesday, answered "I found him standing there"

The woman looked to Wednesday, before looking back to Harry and slowly approached. She stopped mere inches away from him, looking at him emotionless, though Harry had the feeling that she was reading him, seemingly looking for something.

"I am Morticia, and this is my daughter Wednesday" She spoke after a moment "What is your name dear?"

"Harry…" Harry replied, unsure on the intentions of this woman in front of him

"It's a pleasure to meet you Harry" She said, where he saw a hint of a smile on her lips "Forgive me…"

Harry watched, as she reached a hand out and brushed his hair out of the way, no doubt looking at his scar. However, instead of surprise and recognition, something Harry was used to by now, Morticia had a look of curiosity. Harry figured they were Muggles, as they didn't recognise who he was. At first, he was confused, as to why she was curious about his scar, but now that he thought about it, even in the Wizarding World, his scar was an odd shape. After a few seconds, the woman removed her hand and took a step back.

"Forgive me dear" She repeated "What are you doing out here Harry?"

"I…I just…needed to get away from everything" Harry replied, looking at the ground for a moment "Though, I'm not entirely sure what to do next"

Morticia looked over at Wednesday, at that response. Wednesday had remained completely quiet during the whole interaction. When Morticia looked towards her, her head tilted curiously, though after a moment Wednesday realised what her mother was asking, without asking, and so merely shrugged her shoulders, insinuating she didn't really care. Noting her daughters response, Morticia turned back to Harry.

"Well, if you aren't busy, perhaps you would like to have some brunch with our family" She said "If you are willing to tell us more, perhaps we could help you?"

Harry's grip on his wand tightened cautiously as he looked into the woman's eyes. His eyes narrowed, as he tried to look for any malicious or ulterior motive, but was unable to find anything that hint as such. Harry, at first, was about to decline, when he heard his stomach gurgle and by the quick glance down Morticia made, she heard it too. Harry hadn't eaten since yesterday and he was quite hungry and seeing as he had given the money he had to pay the conductor on the Knight Bus, he didn't have a way to pay for food.

"Brunch does sound good right about now" Harry said softly

"Wonderful" Morticia said, a proper smile spreading across her lips "If you would kindly follow us, the others should be at the car"

Harry nodded where, unbeknownst to him, things were about to change.

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And that is chapter one done. What did you think?

Originally, the first chapter was going to be longer, with Harry meeting the rest of the Addams Family. However, I chose to cut it off, not wanting the first chapter to be too packed. One of my favourite story tropes in Harry Potter fanfiction, is where Harry has had enough and chooses to leave the Wizarding World. Let's be honest, the Wizarding World often treated Harry like shit in the HP series, I'm kind of surprised Harry never went, 'I'm done with you', at any point. I feel like most people would.

The question is, how will Dumbledore and Voldemort respond, when and if they find out that Harry has turned his back on everyone. And how will Harry's friends react. Well, you'll have to wait and find out.

I hope you enjoyed and I will see you next time.

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