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Wednesday Addams was not delighted about transferring to a new school. Ilvermorny, her previous school seemed to be unable to contain her “difficult” personality, and her multiple attempts of murder. So the following year, it was agreed to transfer to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Fortunately for eldest Addam’s child, she was able to escape the school where her parents fell in love hoping to avoid the atrocious Addam’s curse of love. She had no interest in falling in love and becoming weak like the rest of her family. Nor did she have any interest in making any friends just like her previous studies, until she met her.

A blonde with messy dyed blue and pink hair classmate sitting at the Hufflepuff’s table kept glancing over at her with noticeable rosy cheeks, during the Sorting Hat Ceremony. Was that girl ill?  Wednesday usually would not partake in the stares of the masses. Most people always take a quick glance at her with fear, and normally Wednesday never truly paid attention to who and only enjoyed the taste of terror.

However, for some reason the newly-sorted Slytherin paid close attention to her. She glanced over, and stared cold daggers at the shimmery blue eyes. Wednesday attempted to intimidate them across the Dining Hall. She predicted that the other girl would eventually stop staring at her, but she ended up smiling and waving back at Wednesday. She must be absolutely sick in the head. How dare she not be intimidated by her.

The following day, one of Slytherin's seventh year, Tyler, personally showed Wednesday around the school from the classrooms to the quidditch fields. Tyler points out to the gloomy-looking creepy forest near them, “-You are not allowed to enter the Forbidden Forest also known as the Dark Forest.”

“What may be the reason that I’m not allowed to enter?”

“Well, it hosts various creatures, and deadly monsters. There have been deaths there, so no students are allowed to enter.”

Deadly monster and death, you say.

“Recent?” Maybe she’ll stay longer in this school.

“If you count last semester as recent, sure?”

“How many?”

“I don’t know.” Wednesday was intrigued by this Forbidden Forest. She was already planning to visit it anyway, but more deadly reasons to enter something that was so dangerously enticing.

On the same day that she was warned, she snuck out of the dormitory as soon as she could with ease in the middle of the night. She wandered off in the perilous Forbidden Forest. Wednesday hoped to find the monster or clues that were responsible for the recent killings.

The trees would normally scare off any other students, even in the sunlight, with its sharp curvy branches that could tear their skin apart. But at night, there was no light that could enter the darkness. A bit difficult to navigate as there was no clear path. No wonder why students have died here in the past. This is Wednesday’s type of place. Despite no light entering the forest grounds, Wednesday could see the moon was at a waning gibbous position in the starry sky. Nothing scared her, not even the sounds of mythical creatures could spook this girl. As she continued to explore the forest grounds, she spotted a clocked robe holding a dimly lit lantern. 

Perhaps, the cause of the student’s death happened to be a serial killer, and not a monster. Although, one may argue they are the same thing.

She slowly snuck behind to not alarm them. The closer Wednesday got, she noticed the hood’s colour in the robes. Blue. 

Ravenclaws are considered for their wisdom and wits. It made no sense why a Ravenclaw, of all, would be out in a murderous forest to find death past curfew. She expected a Hufflepuff too carelessly to be out, or a Gryffindor to prove their stupid bravery. Wednesday theorises that the Ravenclaw was not seeking to find the killer, but rather being the serial killer themselves. 

Of course, it makes so much sense. Known for their intelligence, they would easily use their wits to evade suspicion. Clever.

“Who are you?” Her voice startled the Ravenclaw student as she pointed her wand towards them ready to cast a spell. They turned around and an unfamiliar face appeared.

“Bloody hell. What’s wrong with you? You shouldn’t be scaring people like that.” They hissed.

“No idea. All of my previous psychologists have unfortunately couldn’t last a day with me to diagnose me with anything. Now, what’s your name?” Wednesday threatened.

“I’m Rowan. I’m here to find the truth behind what has been killing the students. Why are you here?” She lowered her wand.

“I’m here for your exact same reason.” Rowan smiled at the answer. Seems like the two are in agreement. Wednesday noticed that Rowan was jotting down some notes in a hefty-looking journal.

Noticing Wednesday’s interest in his work he was hesitant, but provided his notes to her fearing if he didn’t Wednesday would have just cast a spell on him and maybe ended his life like the many rumours suggested.  Wednesday quickly skimmed through the log entries and theories. His theories were riddled with vengeful spirits from the previous wars that came to haunt the school, murderous Thestral, and a serial killer living in the woods. It seems whatever is killing people happens randomly. The victims happened to be all students who wandered off too far into the woods just like them. Newspaper clipping indicates they were all missing before proven to have passed away. It stated that their remains are unknown with a follow up with a found arm or missing remnants of clothing ripped apart. How many deaths were unclear.

Wednesday can conclude with Rowan’s journal either the killer was a wild loose creature or a deranged serial killer. If it was a serial killer, they sure did a lousy job of hiding evidence of the killing. The crime scene clippings from the stolen Headmaster’s notes about the incident as being messy and the grounds were covered with blood and guts. How delightful.

They continued to search for any clues for the killer throughout the night. Wednesday appreciated the eerily scenery, while Rowan was visibly nervous. It could either be the killer on the loose or Wednesday’s dead unwelcoming eyes that reminds him of death. Then, he suddenly fell down screaming. 

Wednesday, nonchalantly, got closer to whatever Rowan tripped on. It seemed to be an axe. The more Wednesday observed the area, she quickly concluded they were next to the murder weapon. The area they were standing must be the planning of a soon-to-be crime, and they were its next victims. 

They shouldn’t be here.

“We need to leave, now!” Wednesday darted off to find Headmaster Weems to inform her about their findings. However, Rowan didn’t follow Wednesday’s command. He approached closer to the murder weapon to touch it. “Tell me, Wednesday Addams. What’s your theory of the killings?”

“A deranged serial killer. Now let’s leave.”

Wednesday noticed something is different about Rowan as if he was possessed. His eyes felt darker than before. Maybe his theories on ghost possessing might be accurate. His aura shifted from a coward to a lunatic. With Wednesday’s confusion, Rowan was able to detect a weakness and cast Petrificus Totalus.

Wednesday was paralysed by the spell, and unable to do anything. She was going to die by a Ravenclaw. She was not going to be killed by the murder of the past killings. She only wished her death would be gruesome, so that the investigators were unable to identify her body for months. Unfortunately, she was being choked to death by the hands of Rowan. How anticlimactic.

Something bright yellow collided with her killer, freeing her from the paralysation spell. “Rowan! What the hell is wrong with you?” Followed by a Ravenclaw holding a bright lantern. Wednesday’s eyes lost focus. She had lost consciousness. Seemed like Rowan was able to kill her after all.

“Get off of me, you idiot!” One of the Hufflepuff's prefects, Enid, casually sat on top of Rowan, so he couldn’t escape. Rowan tried to squirm out, but despite Enid’s physical appearance he underestimated her strength. He couldn’t push her off by any means.

The exhausted Ravenclaw’s prefect, Bianca, “Were you attempting to kill the new kid?”

“You don’t understand! She is going to kill all of us! I was lucky to find her tonight to put her out of her misery!” Rowan continued to babble nonsense until Bianca nodded at Enid signalling something to her. Enid punched him to the point he became unconscious as well.

“Enid, you were supposed to cast the sleep spell, Bewitched Spell.” 

Enid panicked with a subtle Scottish accent seeping out, “How was I supposed to know that was what your nod meant?”

“I thought that was common-sense!” Bianca sighed. It was late at night, and Bianca had no energy to lecture her new twat of a companion. 

Sounds of dangerous creatures from the Forbidden Forest made an appearance sending shivers to the two prefects’ spines. “Oh, I’ll do that next time. Can we please leave now? This place always gives me the creeps.”

“Enid, I need to know how did you know they were here, and how the hell did you navigate the forest so well?”

Enid played dumb as she casually tossed two unconscious bodies on her back, “Gut feelings?” Bianca was absolutely in disbelief. This bumbling ditz made her chase her to go to the scariest and darkest parts of the school because of a gut feeling. Bianca was definitely going to switch partners next time.

How unfortunate. Wednesday Addams lived once again although slightly grateful that her boring death did not occur by Rowan. The Slytherin woke up at the infirmary with little to no injuries, besides her injured pride of letting her guard down so quickly. She needed to sharpen it more. She has lost her edge. What a disturbing eventful day. Hogwarts has disturbingly proven its interest to Wednesday Addams.

In the dining hall, a bunch of students were casually eating their breakfast except for one dark cloud in the ends of the Slytherin’s table. Wednesday is silently muttering to herself about last night, and her attempted murder.

The eloquent but gritty way she spoke alarmed the other students. Not a single student wanted to approach or sit near the new girl, except her. It was the blonde that kept glancing at her from the Sorting Hat Ceremony. She sat next to Wednesday with the largest smile that was so painfully distracting that Wednesday had to pay attention to her. Her bright personality petrified the young Addams. 

“I thought Hufflepuff and Slytherin aren’t allowed to sit at the same table.”

“Only in formal ceremonies, we aren’t allowed to sit together. Besides that, it’s just recommended we sit with our houses, but I don’t really listen to the social quotas. Do you believe that Hufflepuff and Slytherin can’t be friends?”

“I cannot fathom any reason why they can’t.” Wednesday Addams had better things to do besides entertaining a seemingly clueless Hufflepuff. She had absolute disinterest in the blonde. So, she just walked away from the absolutely confused girl.

“You can at least say you’re welcome for saving your life.” Those mumbled words struck Wednesday. The shorter girl turned her head slowly like one of those scenes in the horror films that Enid hated to watch. The Hufflepuff felt chills in her spine. She didn’t think the other short girl would be able to hear it. Was the Addam’s girl a supernatural creature, as well?

Wednesday sat back down next to the definition of a highlighter. She, now, has slight interest in her. “Thank you. Tell me, what happened to Rowan?”

“Oh…he was expelled for trying to kill you.” She said so casually as if it wasn’t the first time.

“Did he explain why he wanted to kill me?” 

“Something along the lines like he foresees you being a killer and he is preventing millions of deaths. We were all super sure he had lost it finally.” Enid always recalled Rowan as an outcast. He was intelligent, but paranoid. He was always convinced something was out to get him. Enid tried to befriend him when they were both second years, but he remained distant, due to her past behaviour being completely “unhinged” and “not normal”, from her and she respected his wishes. 

Within the past two years, everyone was practically convinced he had lost his mind. He would constantly tell everyone about a prophecy that there will be chaos and death among the students.

He was kind of right, but no one gave him credit as he was the boy who cried wolf.

“Thank you for this information, -”

“Enid. My name is Enid.”

“Thank you, Enid.”

Wednesday never imagined to see the girl who saved her life to be in the exact same classroom as her later that day. She sat diagonally behind her in Herbology. Their professor, Thornhill continued her lesson about the Bubotuber Plant. Enid’s body couldn’t help, but wanted to get closer to Wednesday. It was like before where she had no control and acted on pure instinct. One of their classmates, Xavier, noticed the strange behaviour. Xavier whispered, “Are you trying to smell our peers and drooling about it?”

Enid loudly whispered, “What! No! Why would I do that?” She attempted gaslighting, but utterly failed.

Professor Thornhill picked up the loud commotions and glared at Enid. “Care to share with the class?”

Before Enid could defend herself, Bianca sneaked her input, “Apparently, Enid wanted to smell our new classmate.” Enid was mortified, and embarrassed by her actions.

“You’re so fucking weird.”  Everyone burst into laughter as Enid’s face turned tomato red. Something inside her snapped.

Enid let out a low deep animalistic growl which was immediately cutoff when her Griffindor friend cradled her arms around her and practically shook her with laughter. No one heard it, besides one person. A frightful sound that made the cold-hearted Addams’s heart skipped a beat or two. 

Was Enid some kind of supernatural creature?

Was she the killer of the Forbidden Forest? Wednesday must know. She will do whatever it takes even if it means “making” a … friend.

She spotted the blonde Hufflepuff chatting among her friends during dinner. Her friends noticed that the frightful short menace was dangerously approaching them. Was she here to capture their souls? They all scarmed away in a hurry, except the unsuspecting soon-to-be interrogatee. Wednesday walked over, and seated herself in front of her new interest. 

“On a normal day, how much would you consume and what is your diet?”

Enid awkwardly smiled looking for her friends who suddenly disappeared, “Nice to meet you too, Wednesday.”

“I never told you my name. How do you know what my name is?”

“Everyone knows who you are. You are Wednesday Addams. Daughter of Gomez and Morticia Addams. Expelled from your previous studies for attempted murder. You are a pure-blooded   Slytherin like the majority of them. You’re a top-contender for top student against Bianca Barclay, but people are already saying you’re making them lose house points so you aren’t really favoured. Everyone is saying your blood type is A negative, but I think you’re a B positive.”

Wednesday was taken back a bit. How did this ridiculous colourful girl know her blood-type? This girl knows too much. Should she be eliminated after she figures out what the girl might be? Wednesday was known for many things. Creepy. Dark. Strange. But the girl in front of her who had the biggest gleeful grin Wednesday had ever seen was frightening to be near her.

Well two can play this game. 

“Seems like my name is quite popular here. Tell me about yourself.” Before Enid could open her mouth up, an ear-splitting explosion sounded from the courtyard. Enid groaned, “I would love to chat more, but I have Prefect's responsibilities to handle.” Enid ran off to the explosion to assist the situation and reprimand the instigators .

Wednesday knew two things about the girl. One that she is Prefect and two she might be some kind of stalker. The goth needed more information about her.

Back at the Slytherin’s dormitory, Wednesday pulled out a bulletin board and black and white yarns to assist her in this incredibly dangerous important investigation. She planned to crack this girl’s identity and find if there was any correlation to the murders and the epitome of sunshine. In the centre of the board, it was her “poorly” attempted drawing of the blonde girl. She was no means of an artist, but it was good practice if she ever decided to be a profile sketcher. Then, the sounds of triumph shouting that caused great displeasure to Wednesday.

“This will go down as the most legendary prank of all time!” The common room echoed. Legendary. Impossible. Wednesday Addams will surpass that record within a few days without the incessant amount of gloating, but she is intrigued on what the nitwits have accomplished. 

“Tyler, what is the most legendary despicable prank that you just achieved?”

“Well, we just vandalised the Hufflepuff’s locker with green paint and -” Tyler looked past Wednesday and saw a concerning board with yarns attached to it, seemingly it looked like a murder evidence board. Was this girl planning to murder Enid? Tyler was not being the biggest fan of Enid and wouldn't mind if she suddenly disappeared, but murder was still wrong.

“Wednesday, why did you draw Enid and circled the image like a madman?”

“Thank you for the compliment of being a madman. You were able to recognize her based on my artistic drawings?”

“That wasn’t a compliment. Nevermind, you don’t get it. Yea, it’s hard to tell, no one in this school has that god awful blue pink combo blonde hair colour.” Maybe he wasn’t useless after all.

“Tell me more about this Enid.” The other prankster left the common room, as they all felt something was going down, and wanted to avoid the trouble. If Tyler mysteriously disappeared the next day, they would not be surprised and will not mention Wednesday being the last person that Tyler was seen with. They can handle detention, but whatever that girl is planning they don’t want any part of it.

“Uhh…well first her name is Enid Sinclair.” Wednesday popped out a notebook and pen. She started to jot down the important evidence. Tyler is more concerned about Wednesday’s strange behaviour.

“Go on. I’m waiting.”

“She is the runner-up and will be the captain of the quidditch team for the Hufflepuff next year. She is the current beater. She’s pretty competitive and a Prefect so don’t get caught if you are planning something. That’s all I got.” Wednesday’s face is hard to decipher. Tyler couldn’t tell whether she was disappointed or satisfied by his answers. She just walked out of the conversations. He was little to no help in her investigation on knowing who Enid Sinclair was, but maybe her friends would be better help.

The very next day, she planned to interrogate the entire friend group that ran away.  Luckily finding them wasn’t that difficult. Many of them were in her classes and they could not escape Wednesday even if they tried to, and her results varied.

“Uhh. Enid is weird. She’s not the brightest light bulb, but she has a good heart. Truly a stereotype of being a Hufflepuff” Xavier said, a Ravenclaw.

Ajax, a Gryffindor student, just threw a thumbs up. Whatever that means, means little to nothing to Wednesday.

“Enid is one of the sweetest people. We both volunteer for the Magizoology class. She gets along with mythical creatures really well.” Eugene, a third-year Hufflepuff student mentioned. Wednesday felt annoyed at Enid's friend's responses. Nothing proved enough information for her that could frighten the other girl.

“Enid. My BFF. We have known each other since we both started Hogwarts at the same time when we were 11 years old. At first, we didn’t get along. We initially got into so many fist fights with each other, but we eventually did become friends. I'm still not sure how… So, if you’re planning to take my place, you would have killed me for that title.” They most likely lost almost all their brain cells when they hit each other in the head so frequently.

“I might take your offer to kill you. What is this BFF?”

“Best Friend Forever.” Disgusting. Friends lasting forever. Friends meant nothing to Wednesday. They were weak and exploitable.

“So, you must know her quite well?” Wednesday casually said as she was dousing a handkerchief with some sort of liquid.

“Yea!” Yoko prided herself. Wednesday smiled which frightened the poor Gryffindor, and forced them to inhale chloroform. It didn’t take too long to subdue them. Wednesday casually dragged them into the storage closet to tie them up and interrogate them further. Some students saw the incident, but feared for their life. They were too young to die.

The victim groaned, “W…Where am I?”

“State your name?” A spotlight shines on the Addams’ latest victim. 

“Yoko Tanaka.” She is conscious enough to answer further questions.

“Where is Enid from? What are her interests? Where can I find her most of the time? What’s her blood type? Who are her parents? What are her hobbies?” Yoko knew that her best friend was infatuated with the new girl. The moment the Sorting Hat Ceremony ended Enid immediately started to ramble about Wednesday Addams. Yoko even thought her best friend was lying when she said Wednesday might like her back. Honestly, Yoko was quite delighted to help the creepy new girl. She has always been a sucker for romance.

It also seemed like Enid was correct about how Wednesday also liked her back. Despite being kidnapped, her asking these questions proved that Wednesday Addams loves her sunshine friend back in a really weird way. Who can judge romantic gestures? Not Yoko. She used to annoy and fight Divina until she caught romantic feelings. 

When she attempted to get approval to date Divina, she threatened her twin until he accepted. She even dragged Enid with her attempts at the threats. Yoko knew Enid’s quidditch strength was something else, and so she begged Enid to hit Kent, during practice, with a buldger, an iron ball, to get the message across. After all the attempts, it finally paid off. So, Yoko’s judgement is in poor taste.

“Well, Enid is from Glasgow, Scotland, which explains her accent. Her parents are a bit of a touchy subject for her. I would avoid bringing it up on a date. Divorced since she was like ten. Dad is a human and her mum's a witch. She loves sports, creatures, and romcoms. You can find her almost everywhere, but you’ll probably find her volunteering in magizoology, quidditch fields, or the library. That girl overwork herself, I swear. Her blood-type is A negative. Her hobbies include -” The supplies closet doors were busted in before Yoko could finish her sentence.

“Oh my Merlin, I finally found you, my love. I heard you were kidnapped, and your body was dragged all over the halls and no…no one came to save you.” A tearful ravenclaw rushed over to Yoko.

“Pssh, Divinia. I’m fine. Look at me.” Divina casted the lightning spell, lumnos, to see clearly the Gryffindor’s pupils and check for concussion.

“You’re obviously not. You are literally tied to a chair, and it seems like you are going to get tortured.” Divinia pointed to an array of weapons casually lying on top of a drawer that Yoko did not notice.

“Baby, it’s okay. This girl is trying to pursue our friend.” Wednesday casually hid her weapons. She would have torture her if she didn’t provide the information. How unfortunate that she did.

“My sweet dumb blind twat.” Divina cupped Yoko’s cheek and struggled to untie Wednesday’s hard-work.

An annoyed authoritarian voice in a Ravenclaw's uniform sounded from outside the supplies closet. “Minus 20 points to Slytherin for attempted torture and kidnapping.”

“Who are you?”

“Bianca Barclay. Ravenclaw’s Prefect. Top student. I literally saved you the other night.”

“I don’t recall your presence.” Bianca rolled her eyes and scoffed. “Try this again, not only will you lose house points, but you will be expelled like your friend, Rowan and you will learn nothing about my partner. Understood.”

Wednesday did understand the message, but will most likely try again. Next time, she will chloroform someone more hidden and not as publicly like she did earlier that day.

Wednesday found it strange to think that Enid and Bianca were partners. They didn’t seem very romantic with each other during their meals. But, Bianca had made it clear that she should stay away from her lover. Although Wednesday had no romantic interest to Enid nor anyone else, the warning meant little to nothing to her.

Wednesday took Yoko’s advice and searched for the enigma of the blonde. She started off with the magizoology fields, then the quidditch fields. Unable to find her in any places, her last resort was the library. Luckily, Wednesday found Enid studying alone in the library with piles of books it seemed.

“Sinclair.” Enid whipped her head so fast towards Wednesday’s direction.

“Howdy, Wednesday.”

“You play for the Hufflepuff’s quidditch team soon to be captain, and your best friend is a Gryffindor named Yoko. You are Scottish and a half-blood. You enjoy quidditch and romcoms. Your blood type is A negative.”

Enid was absolutely confused why Wednesday was listing facts about herself, until a lightbulb hit her, “Oh, you are still on the whole one upping thing. Congrats. You win?” Enid laughed. Wednesday noticed a newsletter stuck underneath some old books and pulled it out. The headline read as “Another Victim Claimed by the Forbidden Forest”. It was printed last semester.

“May I borrow this?”

“Sure.”

“Thank you. Tell me Enid do you believe there’s a monster out there killing students?” Wednesday wanted to crack Enid’s comfort.

“Maybe. There’s a lot of dangerous things in the Forbidden Forest.” Enid was not cracked. She felt no discomfort and was disturbingly casual. Either she was not the killer, or she had no remorse for the killings. If she was cold-hearted like her, she couldn’t help but be impressed.

“Are you afraid of the dangerous creatures?”

“Very much.”

“Yet, you saved me there the other night. How did you know that I was in trouble?”

“I had a gut feeling.” A lie that Enid became comfortable with.

“How did you navigate the Forbidden Forest so well to find us?”

Enid gulped and Wednesday could see the gears in her head were turning. Was she coming up with a lie? “I don’t like talking about this, but I used to get in trouble a lot when I was first year, so the professor would punish me by giving me detention to be at the Forbidden Forest. I was there so often that the layout was ingrained in me. ” Wednesday detected Enid’s body language for a lie. There was none.

Wednesday raised an eyebrow, “You. A prefect. Got in trouble?”

Enid let out a loud chuckle and immediately got hushed by the librarian, “I know. It’s kind of crazy to believe it, but I used to fight almost everyone, and my grades weren’t stellar to say the least. But, I pulled myself together by my second year.”

An announcement interrupted the conversation reminding curfew was in about 30 minutes. Out of habit, Enid started to pack up. “Where are you headed off to?”

“My dormitory?”

“Let me accompany you.” So, the two walked to Hufflepuff's dormitory. During that time, Wednesday learned more about Enid. She was quite talkative and hated silence. She learned that the girl was practically colour-blind, which explains why she loves bright colour so much because it was the only colour she could actually distinguish easily. When someone bumps into her, she will profusely apologise. She was everything that opposed Wednesday. 

Warm.

Trusting.

Gentle.

When they finally reached the Hufflepuff’s dormitory, Enid told Wednesday, “If you ever need me or need anything from the Hufflepuffs, just tap this barrel the rhythm of Helga Hufflepuff. It’s for security measures, and if you don’t the lids will burst at you drenching you with vinegar.” Enid laughed and Wednesday smiled showing off her dimples. The thought of students being drowned in a household item amused the violent young woman.

“Wednesday Addams, you have a dimple?”

“Tell anyone and I will waterboard you with the same vinegar that is supposed to defend you.” Expecting the girl to be scared by her words, she only laughed saying “I expected a more creative torture, but I’ll take what I get.” Wednesday will definitely one day find a more suitable torture for the brainless bumbling Hufflepuff.

After accompanying Enid, Wednesday entered her own room. She added more details to her investigation board. Enid was an open-book, but she is definitely holding back information that Wednesday needed to know in order to figure out whether or not Enid was the killer. She could ask Enid for more information, but based on her latest conversations Enid would tell her the truth but not the whole truth. She will need to go undercover.

After class, Wednesday knew it was Hufflepuff's quidditch practice. Wednesday wanted to know if Enid had any superhuman strengths. Hopefully, it can narrow down her profile of whatever Enid might be. So, Wednesday concluded the best way to see that would most likely be during Enid’s practice. 

In a nearby field, Wednesday observed, using binoculars, the golden-haired woman wearing a yellow t-shirt and shorts flying on her broomstick hitting bludgers left and right. At Ilvermorny, quidditch wasn’t a very popular sport so Wednesday never had any interest. She would prefer a duel or fencing. But, Wednesday watched Enid using her surprisingly muscular arms swung at the bulgers. Her forearms could be a weapon itself. This might change her opinion on quidditch. The strength of the happiest girl that Wednesday ever saw was astonishing to watch. She wouldn’t mind if Enid would ever hit her with the 10 diameter black iron ball knocking her over or just swing that bat on her skull, obviously for the interest of the intensity of pain.

“Wednesday, why are you observing Hufflepuff's practice?” Tyler came from behind. He was wearing his own quidditch practice uniform.

“I recently became interested in quidditch.” Or more particularly someone that played quidditch.

“If you are interested, let me show you.” Tyler showed off his own broomsticks to Wednesday.

Enid saw Wednesday on the fields from the air. She looked even tinier than before. How adorable.  Enid squinted her eyes spotting that Wednesday was holding a binocular. Was she looking at her? Did Wednesday like her that way? Enid couldn’t be more excited.

In an attempt to woo the girl from the sky, Enid performed advanced flying tricks that were taught by the Seventh year despite being a Fifth year. She did a surfing loop in hopes to impress the other girl, but when she looked back at Wednesday she saw Tyler talking to her. What was he trying to do?

“Kent, I’m going to take a break for 5 mins.” She flew over to the two Slytherins. They were just having a casual conversation, but seeing his body language it might suggest something else. She never liked Tyler nor did he. He came in during her third year from America, and acted like he ruled the place for no apparent reason. He would bully almost every Hufflepuffs that including the sunshine girl. She wanted to duke it out against him, but only found herself stabbing her claws against the palm of her hand till it bled. She knew he was behind every prank because his smell was everywhere at the “crime” scene, especially the most recent green paint incident. But she can’t tell people that his smell was everywhere. It would be weird. It took Enid forever to clean her locker. This was personal. Was he using Wednesday to get close to her? Unlikely. Wednesday didn’t seem to be the type of person that Tyler could use. Tyler would use someone who was easily manipulated. 

“Hey Tyler and Wednesday, what may be the reason you are out here?” Enid gave a threatening cheerful grin.

“Tyler was about to teach me about quidditch basics.” 

“Really? Let me teach you instead. I’m much better at quidditch than him. You are looking at the reigning champion from last year” Tyler scoffed. Enid was tall, but not taller than a 6 feet Slytherin. So, she grabbed his shirt pulling him towards her to make her threats.

“Let’s settle this. You and me will -” Enid winced from an ear-splitting yell from her captain that could be heard in the background. She felt that ears were ruptured by the magnitude of the call. “Sinclair, get back to practice!” Tyler only smirked back at her before pushing her away. “You should leave us alone.”

Enid followed her captain's instructions, and flew back to the air for practice. But not just before, a terrible idea popped in her head. A bulger came at her and Enid swung as hard as she could. “Enid, you missed.”

“I know.” 

Enid aimed for Tyler’s head.

The bulger was shot so fast that not even Wednesday knew what was incoming. The black iron ball barely grazed Tyler’s brown hair before it split the soil apart. Wednesday was greatly amused by the girl’s deadly strength. She wanted to get a portrait done to always remember this beautiful memory. Tyler glared at the Hufflepuff knowing she did it on purpose. Enid made a slashing throat motion towards the Seventh year.

“See ya, Wednesday.” Tyler left. He had a war-flashback when he and Enid were at one of their games. Tyler was the Slytherin’s chaser, and Enid would always aim to knock him out somehow. Her hits were deadly. It has cost him his legs at one point. It was not worth it getting close to Wednesday if it meant Enid would declare him as public enemy number 1.

After that fiasco, Wednesday was quite impressed by Enid’s strength and attempted threat. Maybe if Wednesday had some spare time, she would teach Enid better words to make threats with. In fact, they started to spend a great deal of time together afterward. Wednesday would rather eat alone than be with her peers, but was rather drawn to eat with Enid … and her friends at every meal. Initially all of her friends were incredibly cautious of the Slytherin. They all felt there was another intention but they wanted to trust Enid’s judgement.

After a few meals together, Bianca couldn’t take it anymore, “Let’s address the elephant in the room.”

“There’s an elephant? Where?” Ajax was elated. He was very much … confused about the situation.

“Obviously, her.” Bianca pointed at Wednesday who happened to be innocently stabbing her meal. Ajax muttered under his breath that Wednesday was no elephant.

Before Wednesday could open her mouth Enid stood up for her, “She is very much welcome to stay and eat with us. I see nothing wrong here.” 

“Would I like to remind you that she kidnapped Yoko, your best friend, over here and almost tortured her.”

“Keyword. Almost.” Enid rebutted. Wednesday was barely holding a smile by Enid’s arguments but her face remained stone cold.

“I didn’t mind being kidnapped. It was kind of fun being tied up.” Divina’s attention perked up.

“Enid, I need you to be absolutely real with me. She interrogated us to get to know you better. She is a Slytherin for fuck sake. Nothing ever good comes from a Slytherin. Have you asked yourself why suddenly she is interested in you?”

Enid’s two brain cells made a small spark of connection and it was that Wednesday liked her.

“Because she wants to be my friend. Is it wrong to not give people another chance? You gave me a second chance. Why can’t we do the same for Wednesday. Should we judge people for their stereotypes? I trust her.” Bianca shut her mouth. A Hufflepuff's sense of justice was hard to deter. Wednesday was surprised by Enid’s gentle words.

“Fine, she can eat with us. But, I’m watching you.”

“Likewise.” Wednesday gave a deadpan expression towards Bianca as Bianca rolled her eyes.

Enid was too kind for her own good. At this moment, Bianca wished that Enid from her first year was here at this moment. First year Enid would have been suspicious of Wednesday’s actions and stayed far away from her. She probably would have tried to kill Wednesday before being held back by professors. But, Bianca was grateful that Enid stopped behaving like a wild animal.

Enid was convinced that Wednesday was her new found friend and maybe most definitely had romantic feelings, which no one at Hogwarts would ever believe. Wednesday was convinced that she had finally gained Enid’s trust, and she is closer to figuring out whether Enid was the serial killer.

After a few weeks of spending a great deal of time, Wednesday noticed that Enid wasn’t in herbology class today. Her sunshine smile tortured her, and it wasn’t here to poison her. It was strange not seeing her around for the past three days. Turning to Enid’s table partner to find the answer.

“Yoko, where is Enid?”

“She wasn’t feeling well today. Are you worried?”

“No.”

Wednesday decided to take it upon herself and visit her. Enid’s doorknob shakes weakly before it is opened. There she appeared, Enid in the most sickly form possible. Despite being a few inches away, Wednesday can feel an immense heat radiating off the other girl. Enid might actually be sick. “What do you want, Yoko!” Enid’s eyes softened when she saw Wednesday.

“Wednesday, why were you here?”

“I wanted to see how you were. You look sick.”

“Yea, I … uhh drank a potion that Yoko pranked me with, and it made me sick.”

“I see. I hope your illness kills you.” Enid stared blankly at Wednesday and nodded. Wednesday spoke so differently that it always amused her.

Wednesday left her to find a practically blind best friend to strangle them in secret. Hiding in Yoko’s room patiently waiting for them to return. “Bye, Divina. I’ll catch up with you later. I need to grab my text b-” Wednesday pushed Yoko against a wall and pointed her hidden dagger at the poor unsuspecting friend.

“Scream for your lover, and I will slice your throat. What deadly potion did you give to Sinclair?”

“Woah Woah. I didn’t give any potions to Enid. What are you talking about?”

“I visited Enid earlier and she said the reason she is incredibly ill was because you fed her a poorly-made potion.”

“I hate to break it to you, but Enid lied to you. I never made a bad potion to feed to my friends. I only feed potions that I know shouldn’t be consumed to Enid. By the way, she is usually sick every month because of silly accidents caused by herself. Besides, she has always been prone to sickness.”

She was prone to sickness.

“Enid always gets sick. It’s best to steer clear when she is ill, because she hates feeling sick so she gets extra moody.”

“What type of mood?”

“Mainly Aggression.”  Wednesday pulled the dagger away from Yoko’s throat, and surprisingly apologised to Yoko. Yoko only cooed in her mind thinking that Wednesday was so protective over her best friend. Yoko can’t wait for their future wedding.

Immediately heading towards her own room, she pulled out the murder board that had expanded with more information. Wednesday quickly scribbled down, “Becomes aggressive every month.” Wednesday nodded her head.

Her profile of Enid has become more clear. Her deadly unnatural strength was shown during her quidditch practice. Enid painfully winced when her captain shouted at her indiciating she had an overly-sensitive hearing. She has noticed that Enid has a large appetite, and has even caught her in the middle of the night sneaking off to the kitchen. Her intense aggression every month that always occurs near a full moon is somehow connected to her illness. Her obvious clues were when Enid was a first year and acting like a wild animal.

The newsletter that Enid gave to Wednesday mentioned the date of the killing and when Wednesday found the lunar calendar. The date landed on the full moon. One of the student’s bodies was torn to bits with claw marks everywhere. The idea that the killing was done by a wild creature. Something that could not be contained. It was all so obvious.

However, a question lingered on Wednesday’s mind. If Enid has been here for five years, and the killings at Hogwarts started only two years ago, then why weren't there any killings for the other three years since Enid was here? It didn’t make sense, but the novice detective knows one thing.

Enid was a werewolf that was most likely responsible for the killings. 

At a quick glance at the Slytherin’s calendar, it was perfect timing. It just happened to be a full moon tonight and Wednesday needed to catch a murderous werewolf in its web of lies.

Wednesday knew where Enid will be during the full moon. The dark forest to hide her secrets. Wednesday escaping once more to the Forbidden Forest. As Wednesday was in the fields, she spotted Enid sprinting into the forest as if her life depended on it.  Did she plan another murder to feast on? Wednesday trailed metres away so that Enid’s nose wouldn’t be able to detect her.

Deep within the Forbidden Forest, Enid was desperately searching for something on the forest ground. Then, a branch snapped from behind causing Enid to snap her head towards the sound. The aroma of coffee-stained papers that Enid knew too well. 

Wednesday was here.

No.

No. No. 

Enid’s voice is shaky, “You aren’t allowed here, Wednesday.”

“Yet, you are allowed here.” Wednesday stepped out of her hiding spot so that Enid had a clear look. Enid swallowed, unable to make any excuses. Her brain couldn’t think of anything clever. She couldn’t look at her friend’s eye. She needed to get as far as possible. 

She needed to chain herself up soon. 

She does not want to hurt anyone.

“Please Wednesday, it isn’t safe to be here!” Wednesday did not heed Enid’s warning and kept glaring at the heavy-looking steel chains. It looked like these chains were supposed to hold back something large. Making her hypothesis that Enid was a werewolf more accurate.

“I know what you are.” Her expressionless eyes stared at Enid. Enid's lack of brain cells wanted to make that ridiculous reference from a supernatural book turned movie, but this isn’t the time for that.

“Fine, you caught me. Please get out before I hurt -.” She begged. 

“Hurt me how?” Wednesday pushed Enid to admit the truth. The truth is that Enid Sinclair was a monster that has been responsible for countless killings. Enid knew what Wednesday was trying to get out of her, but could barely restrain her anger as Wednesday’s tone felt accustory. Enid dropped the chains and grabbed onto Wednesday’s robes lifting the short girl up without any issues. The Hufflepuff’s face became predatory. Enid realised what she had done and released Wednesday from her grips. She quickly backed away from Wednesday, but it was too late.

The full moon crept up on the two girls. The Hufflepuff knew it was too late and her newfound friend was going to be her meal.

Enid dropped on to the ground struggling to fight back her soon-to-be animalistic urges. The pain was unbearable no matter how long one was cursed. The pressure was everywhere from skull to toes. Enid kept fighting her werewolf instinct, but it was becoming harder. She felt her stomach expand, opening up more to consume more. Wednesday rushed over to Enid hoping to chain Enid herself. The goth knew a werewolf would lose all humanity once transformed.  Enid snarled at the Wednesday showing off her new-found sharply pointed canines at her. Her soft kind blue eyes were replaced by the void of darkness. Wednesday slowly backed away from her and Enid followed her as if she was prey.

Wednesday heard Enid’s bone crack from her spine most likely to grow a tail. Enid opened her mouth to scream, but not a single sound was able to be conjured. Her vocal-chords were torn apart to fit a wild predator and not a bubbly talkative girl. The seams on her clothes were ripped apart from the massive size that Enid continuously grew. Enid’s only attention was on Wednesday. If she attempted to run, Enid would only catch up to her with her heightened sense of smell easily finding her. Even if Wednesday managed to escape to find help, it might lead the werewolf to go to the school and go on a rampage and kill as much as it can. It would be delightful to watch a massive werewolf’s rampage, but that would also mean Enid’s identity being exposed. Enid might be killed, and Wednesday…wouldn’t let that happen. Wednesday knew she was going to be a prey, so she pulled out a silver dagger from her sleeves.

Within a minute, Enid fully transforms into the monstrous werewolf. Its body resembles a disfigured wolf-man-like creature. Its body was double its size showing off its lean muscular build. The werewolf raised its snout toward the moon and an ear-shattering howl sounded in the forest. 

“...Enid?”

Enid was no longer available, but only her inner beast craving violence and blood.  Wednesday couldn’t help but smile showing off her dimples that Enid loved. What a breath-taking sight for Wednesday's dark pupils.

The werewolf lunged at Wednesday, snapping its jaw at her. Wednesday barely dodged the attack. Wednesday called for Enid’s name in hopes that the werewolf would recall its identity. It was unresponsive to her name. The werewolf only became more frustrated as its meal escaped. It let out a monstrous grunt and scratched at the trees leaving claw marks on it. It prepared for a second attempt and lunged once more at Wednesday. Its razor-sharp claws caught Wednesday’s robes causing her to collapse to the ground. Her knife flew out of her hand. 

An opportunity that the werewolf did not miss. It pounced on top of Wednesday. Enid’s clawed paws pinned Wednesday unable to move. The monster’s maw was unable to contain its drool within. Wednesday felt its hot wet breath. She can smell Enid’s mainly carnivorous diet. It was utterly disgusting to breathe in but also intoxicating. Enid let out a thunderous roar with spit flying all over Wednesday’s face. Enid was ready for the kill. This is it. Finally, her death was fitting. Enid would not fail her death. She will tear her body apart and not even the best detectives would be able to identify her corpse. What a delightful dreadful dream.

“Flipendo!” Enid was knocked away from Wednesday and slammed against the trees.

It shaked its head and snarled back at the attacker. Drool dripped from the snout and grey hackle was noticeable. Professor Thornhill was not threatened by the werewolf, and waved her wand up willing to attack the werewolf once again. 

“Begone beast!” It growled back at them, and then its ear twitched hearing another howl elsewhere. It howled back and went towards the new sound. Enid was distracted by another wolf, perhaps?

“Wednesday, let us head back to my office before the wolf decides to be bold once again.”

Thornhill’s office was similar to her classroom. Glass panes everywhere to provide sunlight to her plants. There was a variety of plants from something dangerous like the Devil Snares to a common household like a ginger. Professor Thornhill lectured Wednesday, “What were you thinking? No one is allowed in the Forbidden Forest.”

“I wanted to find out who was behind the killing, but I must wonder the dark forest is so vast yet you found me. What were you doing in the Forbidden Forest?” 

“If you must know Miss Addams, I was looking for a specific type of spore that can only be found during a full moon. I happened to notice you during my hunt. But you had no reason to trespass and you could have easily been killed by that ugly frightful creature.”

That ugly frightful creature had a name, although it wouldn’t be able to register its name.

To spare the soon-to-be long lecture, Wednesday immediately pleased Professor Thornhill’s mind, “I apologise for my actions and will no longer venture out in the woods. May I please leave?”

Her words satisfied Professor Thornhill’s temper. Professor Thornhill shooed the Slytherin away. That was strangely easy. Wednesday wanted to question the ease of evading the punishment, but she had a bigger priority to deal with.

She promptly walked away from the professor. After Wednesday left her office, Professor Thornhill pulled out a clipper that could break steel chains from the bag that she carried through her ventures for the “spore”.

Wednesday went towards the Hufflepuff’s dormitory in the school’s basement. Tapping a rhythm of the founder of the Hufflepuff on the barrels, the entrance opened up. Then, she broke into Enid’s single room. Wednesday was disgusted by the amount of heavily saturated coloured items, particularly the colour of pink. There were dozens of plushies on the corner of the bed that displeased Wednesday’s mind. Incredibly disturbing. Wednesday continued to analyse the room. There were books from their studies, besides being considered an idiot among her friends. She was quite studious and intelligent in some advanced classes. Hufflepuffs were always underestimated, and it seemed Enid was no exception to the stereotype. Her broom and bat for quidditch was standing in the corner. Looking closer at the walls, Wednesday noticed a sprinkle of claw marks. It might easily be missed by a passerby, but it was not hard to miss with a keen eye. It seemed that Enid tried to repair a few of them in the past.

Wednesday knew she had hours to kill before Enid returned to her room. She found comfort in the corner of the room. Resting her head on the wall, she accidentally fell asleep. It had been a long exhausting day.

By the dawn of the morning, Enid slowly turned the doorknob. Her appearance seemed disheveled. Her ripped robes were barely hanging on to her body. Her feet and hand caked with dirt. Her blonde’s locks had leaves and a twig.  Dried blood was stuck on her mouth and chin. The Hufflepuff’s body ached from the turning.

“Wed..nes…d..ay?”  Wednesday’s dark lifeless eyes popped out. Enid’s vocal was deep and raspy. It seems that she hasn’t fully turned back not just by her vocals but also the rows of teeth were sharpened that made an appearance. She wanted to graze her finger across the canines and see if it would bleed. 

“Oh, you’re back. I stayed in your room to wait for you to return.” Enid’s mouth opens up, but unable to make any words. She let out a quiet whimper, and her ocean blue eyes flooded with tears. It streamed across her cheeks. Enid opened her arms wide open, and Wednesday knew better to approach the dangerous monster. But, in front of her, was a girl who was not the killer. It was the kind and gentle girl that Wednesday mainly knew. Wednesday wrapped her arms around Enid, and Enid reciprocated the same action. Enid tightened her hug and Wednesday was practically crushed by it.

“You could not have hurt me, even if you tried”

“I thought … I did. When I woke up again, you weren’t there. I..I saw…blood everywhere. I thought I killed you”  Enid choked up with guilt gripping her throat and lips to calm herself down. She never asked for this. She wept on the shorter girl’s shoulder.

Once Enid finally calmed down and took a shower, Wednesday wanted to ask her questions once the Hufflepuff returned. The Addams family have always collected records of the supernaturals that Wednesday would read about as a child. But, now, she finally gets to meet one. She made herself comfortable in Enid’s room, which Wednesday didn’t think was possible.

“I know you have a lot of questions on your mind. I’ll answer -”

“So, when did you become a werewolf?”

“Wow…starting off with some hard hitting questions. I guess when I was a kid.” Wednesday’s eyes widened. Her answer surprised even the expressionless face.

“You were turned as a child?”

Enid sighed and pulled up her sleeves away revealing five deep silvery claw marks. “Yea when I was four. My mum was a follower of …the dark lord. She was a death-eater. I still don’t know what made her join. So out of my five siblings, I was the only one who inherited the ability to use magic. When my mum found out, she would take me to the Death Eaters’ meetings. It wasn’t like how it used to be during the wars. There’s less members, anyway, one day, they wanted to recreate an army of werewolves or any army. It failed though. A lot of people didn’t make it during the transformation or the process to start with.” Enid gripped on her forearm where the cursed mark was. Even Wednesday was surprised by the response. Wednesday expected an accident of some sort. She was not prepared for the kind and gentle girl’s tragic backstory.

“My mum forced me to join, and I-” Her crystal blue eyes wept and choked up. “I became … a monster… after that day. Please don’t let anyone know. No one can know.” Her eyes pleaded.

Wednesday did not know how to comfort people, let alone an emotional werewolf, as she observed the crying Hufflepuff unable to stop the flow of tears. She usually loves the sound of the wails of people. But, for some reason, she felt bad for her. 

“You are an incredible killing-machine monster that could have easily torn me apart.”

“That’s not really comforting to hear. People like me are arrested or at worst killed for our monstrous behaviour!”

“I’m quite jealous of you. It is on my bucket list.” Wednesday was really jealous of her for not getting arrested, yet.

“Tell me, Enid. How come you weren’t arrested yet?”

“Why? So, so you can collect my bounty or something?”

“Please, my family is vastly wealthy. I could care less.”

Something clicked in the blonde’s head, “Is that why you befriended me?! Bianca was right. You just wanted to know who the killer was? You never actually wanted to be my friend. You…You kept following me to see evidence to prove to yourself of your ridiculous theories. You didn’t follow me because you cared. All you cared about was finding the truth. I trusted you. I liked you. I stood up for you, and all you wanted to know was if I was truly the monster.”

“That’s not true.” Wednesday had mastered her body language to indicate that she didn’t lie, but Wednesday’s heartbeat lied, and Enid’s supernatural hearing picked it up.

Her face shifted from sadness to pure rage, “LIAR!” If the moon was still out, she would have easily turned right now, and would tear Wednesday apart if she could.

“I knew I should never trust a Slytherin. You are all the same. I keep telling myself that you aren’t the same, and even you told me that it doesn’t matter whether you are a Slytherin and that I was a Hufflepuff. You said that I cannot fathom any reason why we can’t be friends. But, Bianca was right!  I should have stayed away from you from the very beginning … You’ll do anything to get your way. You manipulated me into giving me your trust, and you never cared about me. You just toyed with me…you never considered me as your friend.” Enid choked, wanting to say more.

“Enid that’s not tru -” Enid was right. She did not care about her in the beginning. All she cared about was the fact whether Enid was the cause of the murder. She befriended the girl to gain her trust. But after everything, she did care…a bit. 

“Please, just go away.”

“Enid, I’m-” Before Wednesday could finish her sentence, the Hufflepuff easily picked her up and kicked her out of the Hufflepuff’s dormitory. Wednesday could see Enid restraining her anger at her, and once Wednesday was outside the Hufflepuff’s room she can hear Enid releasing it all. The thunderous sound of scratches and furniture were being thrown around as if there was a monster in the room. There was.

Wednesday knew she couldn’t do anything. Her apology would have been worthless, because her entire actions were intentional, but she didn’t mean to hurt her. Her dead heart felt a tug on it. What was that feeling? Wednesday doesn’t have feelings.

Her words kept ramming into Wednesday's dense skull.

Enid’s words felt like needles stabbing itself on Wednesday’s heart. Wednesday would have loved for someone to actually stab her heart, but not her. The young Addams calculated everything and her brain lit up. Everything she had done accidentally made her bond with her opposite. She finally made a friend. Wednesday never had any interest in making any friends in her lifetime. But once she accidentally made one, she lost it. The feeling was guilt. 

She betrayed someone who cared about her. Someone who genuinely had interest and wasn’t afraid of her. Her warmth made her feel accepted no matter how much Wednesday gave off the cold energy. Someone outside of her family made her feel accepted. No one has ever tried that. Now, the sunlight’s warmth was gone.

Note:

First and foremost, fuck the author of Harry Potter.

Second, like I promised, this fanfic would be angst and here it is. I wanted this story to be truly unhinged and I wanted to give the readers as much suffering as I possibly could. So I started it out a bit of a happy cracked fic hoping that you, the readers, are giggling behind the screens, and then it slowly turned to angst and sadness where you might hate me for what I have done. I do apologise for the pain that I might have given you. But scrolling through the bird app, I have read some posts that some wanted more angst, so ummm you got what you wanted????? (but at what cost) I would also like you to know, I don’t feel bad for writing one of my saddest works. I was absolutely cackling at 3 in the morning writing the most painful words to hurt both girls. I cut my gaming time to write this monstrosity of a one shot, so this better be worth it.

Let me talk about this story a bit, and some behind the scenes, because I spent way too long writing and planning this story.

I will die on this hill that Enid is a Hufflepuff and Wednesday is a Slytherin. You could not change my mind. I would also be a clown if I didn’t make Enid half Greek and half Scottish in this story, because Sinclair is a Scottish name. I did feel really bad giving the precious sunshine girl that absolutely tragic backstory that she didn’t deserve and the absolute “heartbreak” for Wednesday at the end.

I had rewritten the Rowan and Wednesday scene over three times. I had him dying by Enid in her werewolf state. I had him casually expelled by Weems. I had Wednesday getting knocked out, and not knowing whatever was happening to him because I had no idea how to get rid of him. I can finally say I was delighted with how I got rid of him. It was a little chaotic and I loved it. I truly enjoyed writing each scene, and coming up with the title name was so difficult, but the one that I ended up with I'm most proud of.

Anyways, if you ask(or beg) enough, I might consider changing this one-shot to a short-story. If not…welp I hoped you like this ending. I do not plan to write anymore Wednesday fanfics (if I did, it will most likely be a short crack fic), just because I really need to work on my other multi-chapter story that needs my attention.

If there’s any grammatical issues, I’ll fix it as soon as I can once I get back from my vacation. Thank you for reading, and I do hope you enjoyed my work of art. I can’t wait to cackle while reading your screams and pains in the comments.

Chapter Text

Everyone knew Enid Sinclair was the ray of sunshine at Hogwarts. Everywhere she went, she had the brightest smile on her face, and skipped with glee even if there was a dark thunderstorm outside. But internally, she was a ticking time-bomb. She had to repress an inner monster within the years since coming to Hogwarts just so she can fit in with everyone. Her entire childhood, she was alone, and all she wanted was to be truly loved by someone. But, Enid Sinclair could not have that as she was a werewolf that is awakened by the light of the moon. Who could ever love a werewolf with only the thirst for violence and blood.

She hated the fact that she had ever loved the moon. She used to adore it in the night sky with its tiny celestial bodies and gazed at its beautiful illumination as a child. But, it betrayed her when a gnarly scar that had pierced her innocent skin. She has barely wished to see the moon every night since. The bright shine of the moon that glowed the dark starry sky mocked her, and she had absolutely despised it.

The ray of sunshine found a sick comfort with the shadow of the moon as it won’t turn her into the murderous savage that had killed students for the past two years. Preferred to hide in the darkness in the hopes to remain normal. She had refused to let the inner beast out fearing that it would only cause other pain.

Now, the timer had just detonated. All of that anger and sadness finally combusted, and all it took was a strange beautiful goth girl that Enid was completely infatuated with the moment that her eyes laid on her to set that timer off.

The once colourful dormitory filled with warmth was now an unwelcoming dark shell. Everywhere was marked with inhuman claw marks. Her mattress was torn apart and stuffings were scattered everywhere. The wooden table was snapped in half and the chair’s leg was ripped apart with no mercy. Not a single item was unharmed in the room. Her items dispersed all over the floor like a tornado came in. In the darkest corner of the torn-up room, there was Enid that had hid herself away as the salty tears would endlessly stream across her face.

Despite turning last night, on the full moon, her inner beast was too close to the surface still, and it still wanted to let loose completely. It wanted control again. A voice in her mind that is primal and violent kept hammering against her consciousness. It could not be calmed down and instinctively, her wrist flicked and the deadly obsidian-coloured claws appeared. To suffice the wolf’s instinct, Enid slowly scratched the stone walls hoping it would lessen the need to harm others. 

It did.

She curled more into a ball position and wailed quietly. Looking at the deadly claws that replaced her colourful nails, Enid gained clarity of what she had done. 

She was a monster still no matter how much she hid it, just like what her dad and brothers feared for years. They didn’t want her. No one wanted her.

Her dad left her without a single note to her. 

There were no goodbyes from her brothers.

Her mother was ripped away from her by the Ministry of Magic.

Deatheater wanted her as a weapon of destruction.

The latest person, Wednesday, would probably abandon her once she found out the truth and probably turn her into the Ministry of Magic.

Everyone would flee away from her once they figured out who she really is. No one wanted her and those who wanted her wanted her for their own sick personal reasons. The stupid prophecy was right…she was meant to be alone for the rest of her life.

The aroma of coffee-stained paper and ink that had lingered outside of the Hufflepuff’s dormitory had eventually faded. Polaroid photos of her friends ripped apart by her violent outburst.

Enid can’t change her destiny and maybe it might be for the best for everyone’s sake. She was dangerous. She should have known to never fight against it. She held onto an idea that there’s a chance that won’t be the case, and how she could change all of it just by assimilating with society and no longer being lonely.

If she can change her course and no longer be alone, she could change the prophecy. She can try to prevent his resurrection. Enid fought tooth and claw to be with everyone or at least someone, so she can prevent it all. She had spent years fighting long and hard for acceptance only to be reminded of what she truly is now.

“What a waste of time. I’m just preventing the inevitable,” Enid pessimistically thought. 

A gentle knock sounded at her door. The smell of earthy soil of various magical plants wafted Enid’s nostrils. The comforting smell that she had distinctively learned was that of the Herbology Professor. Professor Thornhill was always kind, and comforting like the house that she is head of, but particularly gentle towards Enid. Professor Thornhill always said she doesn’t play favourites, but she does. If Enid didn’t volunteer for the Magizoology professor, she would have volunteered for Herbology and taken care of Thornhill’s many plants instead.

“Ms. Sinclair, is everything okay?” Professor Thornhill’s overly-calm voice rang behind the scratched up oak door.

Enid waved her wand and quickly cast reparo, a repairing spell to fix the damages that she created. One of her first spells that she ever learned at Hogwarts from Headmaster Weems, and has proven incredibly helpful to her needs.

“Yea, everything is fine. No need to worry.” The sullen Hufflepuff put up a smile for the rest of the world to see. Without a second thought, she peaked out of the door frame, and there was Professor’s Thornhill presented a letter to the young Hufflepuff. “This is for you.”

“It’s from your mother. I would highly advise you reading her letter before her sentencing.”

Enid was speechless. Her mother never got the chance to reach out to her since she was captured. Enid knew the only reason she was able to send a letter was because of one thing. She might never see her again.

Her heart sunk to the depths by the impending news. It had been long awaited, and the Ministry of Magic was beyond excited to punish her for all the crimes that she had done. Enid wanted to forget many things like her scars, her family, and especially her mother. Her mother that had allowed the lycan curse to pass through her blood. Yet, her mother still wanted Enid around after all these years. The one that never rejected her, and like that Enid hesitantly took the letter from Professor Thornhill.

“Headmaster Weems said that you’re invited to attend her sentencing.” Enid’s jaw clenched tightly, and the Herbology professor knew what Enid was exactly thinking of.

Professor Thornhill sighed and with kind brown eyes gazed at her student. She adjusted her sliding red frames, “You don’t have to, but this time the Ministry of Magic is asking you as well.” Enid was not the type that would enjoy others suffering, even if they deserved it. She did not want to see the already predicted verdict.

“I’ll think about it.” The gentle Hufflepuff softly said.

As Professor Thornhill closed the door behind her, Enid tore open the letter and her heart felt like it shot up to her throat, suffocating her. On the parchment, there was a large black ink symbol that struck fear into any wizard’s hearts. It was a skull with a long serpent coming out of its jaw, the symbol of the Deatheater.

The prophecy was coming and there was nothing she could do.

After leaving the Hufflepuff alone, Wednesday immediately scrapped the idea of turning Enid into the Ministry of Magic, burned the murder board, buried it in the open fields, and locked herself in her room after their fight. No one questioned why Wednesday was in the open-fields with a bonfire next to her early in the morning. It was best not to question anything that Wednesday does. It’s for their own safety. They did not want to be next to be buried and burned alive. Even Headmaster Weems saw the bonfire from her quarters, and had assumed Wednesday was being incredibly dramatic. The pristine Headmaster just muttered under their breath as she sipped her morning black tea, “It’s too early to deal with this one.”

Wednesday thought she should have felt proud and excited that this investigation was finally closed within a month. But, the young Addams didn’t feel that way. It might be her guts telling her that she missed a detail or the consumption of guilt. 

It was most likely the guilt that had driven her into crawling into a ball shaped form in the corner of her room.

She had no intention of harming Enid’s feelings and manipulating their friendship, but at the end Wednesday hurt someone that cared about her. Someone that respected her and their boundaries. The young Addams lost that person, just so she can quench her thirst for curiosity. She put her ambitions over others, and maybe that’s why she was sorted into the Slytherin’s House.

It has been over two weeks since Enid and Wednesday fought, and neither one of them made any effort to contact each other. The taste of betrayal and lies from Wednesday was still too strong for the Hufflepuff. Enid purposefully evaded Wednesday’s eye contacts, and vicinity thanks to her lycan’s sense of smell. She even was able to switch her Herbology class to another time slot that she is no longer with Wednesday or with any of her friends.

Wednesday had attempted to distract the nauseating guilt feeling by writing a new novel or playing her cello, but nothing came close to distracting or exciting her unlike how Enid made her feel almost every day. Despite her colourful personality that absolutely clashed with hers, Wednesday missed the colours in her black and white life. It was strange not seeing the bubbly giggling buffon next to her with her pale arm wrapped around her shoulder. It should not bother her, yet it does.  Wednesday had experiences all sorts of torture, but this was far worst than anything she had experienced. 

Now, the Addams’s eldest child sat alone during every meal like how she used to before meeting Enid. Enid was either with her friends or nowhere found whatsoever as if she was purposefully avoiding the Slytherin at Hogwarts, no matter what cost.

It doesn’t matter. Wednesday Addams was fine. 

It has been two weeks, and she is still fine.

She was completely fine.

She kept telling herself that for two weeks straight. Her dreary onyx heart was totally not shattered by Enid’s revelation of her forced friendship with ulterior motives. She was an Addams. They simply cannot die from something as ridiculously stupid as the concept of a heartbreak.

Yet, Wednesday couldn’t help, but kept glancing at the blonde as she sat with her group of friends enjoying their supper whenever she could. As Enid lifted her head up down from her food, Wednesday hoped that the soft sapphire eyes were searching for hers.

Enid doesn’t look back at her. Even though the blonde could feel the incredibly noticeable stares; she painfully forced herself to pay no attention to Wednesday.

Then, all of the sudden, Wednesday noticed Bianca touching Enid’s hand and holding it for dear life. They were whispering something as the both were smiling and laughing together. Wednesday wanted to spoon her eyeballs out as it reminded her of her own parents' public display of affections.

Wednesday knew Bianca’s partner was Enid when she attempted to torture and interrogated Enid’s BFF, Yoko. Wednesday had more of an impression; it was that they were paired together as Prefects together, not the romantic type. The Slytherin did not expect that they were a couple of some kind. But, she finally saw the display of some sort of disgusting public affection, which had made it clear what they were to Wednesday. It only made Wednesday want to electrocute herself.

She saw Bianca pushing the blonde’s strains of hair away from her eyes. Wednesday clutched her utensils intensely, mainly her knife. They continued to hold and crease each other's hands. Why must they act so revolting? Her facial muscles almost tense contouring to anger. 

In the same friend group, Divina and Yoko were cupping each other's cheeks and giggling with each other. Their fingers were tangled with one and another. When the Gryffindor and the Ravenclaw showed any public display of affection, it didn’t bother Wednesday. It didn’t make her want to dunk her entire head in a bucket of acid, but when seeing it on Enid…it made her heart throb abnormally quickly. The rapidly pounding of her heart collides against her rib cage. Her face was slightly heating up as if she was overcome with a fever. Her body was so overwhelmed by the experience that it felt numb.

Before Wednesday could self-diagnose herself for a heart attack, Eugene bravely sat next to the overly-focused Wednesday. “Why aren’t you sitting next to Enid these past few weeks?”

“Enid is upset with me?”

“What for?” Wednesday could list the harm that was done to the Hufflepuff, so she would rather not admit it.

“...”

“You want to talk about it?”

“No.”

An awkward silence for Eugene, but not for Wednesday. She always enjoyed the silence and more particularly the awkward silence. It was therapeutic for her.

“Then, why do you keep staring at her?”

Wednesday became immediately defensive, “I am not staring at her.”

“Well, everyone keeps whispering about how you keep star- are you in love?” A lightbulb sprung out of Eugene’s head.

The audacity of the bee-loving Hufflepuff.  Wednesday Addams does not do love, and she couldn’t possibly be in love with her. She escaped the Addams’s curse of love at Ilvermorny. It couldn’t possibly come to Hogwarts. If Wednesday was not so preoccupied with this stupid heart attack and a quarter-life crisis, she would have made a death threat to Eugene at this point.

So instead of the typical threats, Wednesday made no response. There were no words coming out of her lips, just gurgles from her throat.

Tyler, who so creepily listened in their conversations, definitely didn’t hear anything about Enid or the subject of her. All he heard was that Wednesday might be in love, but who was the question. Was it him? Has she finally been charmed by his good looks and personality? It must be him. 

Tyler was in fact… delusional.

He bolted from the Dining Hall, which had startled everyone, and headed back to Slytherin's dormitory. There he saw his buddies scheming another prank against the Hufflepuffs as always. “Bro, do you think I got a shot with the Addams’s girl.”

All five of his friends bluntly said synchronously, “No.”

“I think she likes your rival instead, En-” A dark shadow cast over Tyler’s frame that made his friends terrified of him at that moment. Tyler casted silencio, the silencing spell, on all of his friends shutting them all up.

“Never mention her name to me ever again. Wednesday likes me and if not yet, she will.” Tyler was completely delusional with a single thought rampant in his mind, and there was nothing that could convince him otherwise.

The following day, everyone at Hogwarts was whispering gossip and looking over at Wednesday with disgust and horror. The last time, people gave that reaction towards her was for the fact she almost killed her classmates in her last school by unleashing scorpions in the hallways and filled the pool with human blood and some eyeballs. Wednesday does not recall murdering anyone to gain this reaction, unless you would count Enid’s heart, then Wednesday would simply agree with guilt.

But, something strange was happening. Typically, Wednesday would love the strange and dark secrets. Something about this one was disturbingly off putting, but Wednesday could not put her finger on it.

When Wednesday was about to enter Herbology class, Xavier was waiting outside of the door for some reason. Usually, he would have been sitting inside drawing something on his worn-down ratty notebook. He opened the door with a grin for her which only confused the Slytherin.

“Your smile frightens me and is not the good kind.” Xavier figuratively collapsed to the ground as he experienced a mental punch to the stomach. The Ravenclaw had to use a more clever tactics to impress the girl. Should he resort to violence to impress Wednesday?

Later that day, during lunch time, Tyler forcefully sat next to an incredibly disinterested Wednesday. The cold-hearted Slytherin just gave a deadpan look that Tyler still couldn’t be able to decipher. Something odd was happening and it did not sit well with Wednesday’s stomach, and it was definitely not the poison she chugged earlier during potions class that was highly encouraged by Yoko. The behaviour from Xavier and Tyler continued on for days. Did they want to be friends with her? 

After several days, Wednesday finally had enough of the odd and incredibly awkward situation that she was in. Wednesday showed up extra early to Herbology by an hour, so she could avoid Xavier. During supper, Wednesday did not want to encourage Tyler sitting near her. So, she instead went over to Eugene, with whom she had limited interaction until recent events. Usually, Eugene would sit with Enid during dinner, however, Enid was nowhere to be found as of lately. Maybe she was running late. So, Eugene sat by himself recently.

“Eugene, did someone spill love potions everywhere?”

“Oh hey Wednesday! Ummm and no. Not that I am aware of.” He continued nibbling on the warm scone that was drizzled with honey.

“How strange. Everyone is acting differently towards me. Tyler and Xavier are very persistent in becoming friends with me and everyone else seems to give odd looks.” Eugene was alarmed by Wednesday’s comment. 

His eyes popped out and almost choked on his scone. “Wait, you haven’t heard the rumours?”

“No. Rumours are typically false, and a waste of my time.”

“Oh…well…umm…” Eugene had no idea how to gently break the news to Wednesday about the rumour that he might have generated by accident. His brain was slowly short-circuiting and his mouth continued to stutter for minutes on how to let Wednesday know the new information.

“Spill it or I will gut you out like trout.” Wednesday demanded Eugene to start talking before her patience ran thin.

“So, apparently there’s a rumour that you’re in love, and some people think they're your soulmate. You have quite a pool of suitors that believe they are the one for you.”  Despite having an emotionless face, Wednesday was absolutely horrified in the worst way possible. This was the second worst thing to happen to Wednesday at Hogwarts. The first was hurting Enid’s feelings. Her consideration for getting expelled has only grown exponentially.

Should she murder her suitors?

Torture them? There were so many options for the young Addams. 

Before Wednesday could answer any of her thoughts, a sudden magical blast of fire occurred from the table across from her. Looking over at the Ravenclaw’s table, there was Tyler and Xavier who had their wands pulled out ready to duel. Yoko and Divinia were completely amused and laughed hysterically about the soon-to-be fight. Bianca’s face reddened and shouted at the both of them to cease their ridiculous behaviour. Ajax and Kent were cheering for a fight. As Wednesday continued to scan her environment, she couldn’t find Enid. Was she here tonight? Did the blast hurt her by chance?

“Wednesday loves me. I’m her soulmate!” Xavier declared his affection to Wednesday hoping that she could hear it amongst the cheers for a duel.

“No, she doesn’t! She would rather prefer me!”

“Wednesday! Who do you like?” They both said synchronously. But as they attempted to look back for their “love interest”, she was nowhere in sight. 

Wednesday escaped the commotions using the many secret passages that Hogwarts had. The many perks that Wednesday enjoyed greatly, as she refused to deal with the escalating situation happening in the Dining hall.

“Great, you scared her away.”

“I scared her away. If you actually know her, you would know that girl can’t be scared.” They continued to bicker about who Wednesday loved as Bianca struggled to drag Xavier away from Tyler by the collar.

“This bloody school doesn’t compensate me enough for this shit.” Bianca muttered under her breath with more swear words.

To avoid the two desperate suitors that she had no desire to be with, who pursued her for days, she escaped into the Forbidden Forest where the Slytherin knew no one would ever dare to go in. Unfortunately, there was only one person that would be stupidly brave to enter. As Wednesday continued to enter deeper within the woods and the temperature continuously dropped since they were approaching winter. It was frigid cold that Wednesday could see her breath in the air. Suddenly, Wednesday sneezed. Her eyes widened.

Wednesday Addams does not sneeze from the cold. Wednesday never got sick. The last she did was when she was six years old. Her body is typically immune to common illness. So, what’s wrong with her the past few days? 

Wednesday kept sneezing until at the most perfect timing possible, a warm cloak with its golden hood wrapped around her body that smelled like a wild field of grass with a hint of sweetness like ripe strawberries. Her sneeze halted.

“Minus 20 points to Slytherin for trespassing and entering the Forbidden Forest.” Out of all the voices at Hogwarts, the sweet slight irish-accent warmed Wednesday’s frozen chamber. A voice that had charmed Wednesday’s black heart making it throb uncontrollably. Oh, how her body will kill anyone to hear that sound every day.

“You should really dress with more warmth.” Enid continued to say as she scribbled down that Wednesday entered the Forbidden Forest once again. Enid casually wearing the white-button uniform with her Hufflepuff tie tucked behind the canary-coloured knitted vest. She should be freezing, but isn’t most likely thanks to her werewolf physiology. Her body heat emitted strongly that Wednesday could feel it. It was nice.

“Did you just come here to punish me?” Wednesday's tone was hostile to the contrast of Enid's softer gentleness.

“I’m just doing my Prefect’s duties. Why are you out here? You solved your investigation about the murders, and you know who did it.” Enid approached slightly closer to Wednesday with each word she spoke. The blood chamber of the young Addams rammed more than usual as the dead leaves crunch under Enid’s footstep.

“If you must know, I’m avoiding certain people like how you are avoiding me.”

“I’m not …  avoiding you intentionally. I had to … I needed to calm down." Enid rubbed her fingers on her sleeves where the claw scars were on her right forearm. There was an algal bloom look in the soft ocean blue eyes, and Wednesday couldn’t look away. It always mesmerised her.

“Like I said, I'm sorry. I had no intention of hurting you, and I don’t plan to do it again.” Her voice was deadpan and monotone, although most people were unable to read Wednesday’s expression. For example the many suitors that chased Wednesday. Enid read Wednesday easily just from the way her eyes interlocks with hers, and the Slytherin was genuinely sincere and was melancholy. 

“Are you still upset?”

“Yea, I’m still slightly upset about what you have done-” Enid could hear the irregular fast-paced heartbeat slammed against Wednesday’s chest.  “Your heartbeat doesn’t sound normal as usual.  Are you alright?”

Wednesday immediately clutched at her chest and took a deep breath hoping that it would regulate her heartbeats. It did not.  “Do you always pay attention to people’s heartbeat?”

Mainly yours were the only words that lingered on Enid’s tongue.

“No.” Enid said sharply. “Are you okay?”

“Everything is fine.” Wednesday lied knowing that Enid couldn’t detect it due to the irregularity of her heartbeats.

“When did this start?”

“Recently.”

“Can I take you to the infirmary-?”

“No.”

“Is there anything I can do to help you out?” Enid got closer to Wednesday’s face and saw the most beautiful constellations as freckles.

How could Enid still be insistent to be kind? Wednesday has betrayed her and hurt her, yet she wants to help and maybe that’s why Enid was sorted into the Hufflepuff’s House.

“There is… I need you to stay away from me.”

“Why, is it because I’m a werewolf?”

No. That doesn’t bother Wednesday at all. It might be the fact that Eugene mentioned that she might be in love and Wednesday cannot take any chances to fall in love with anyone, even if the person is right in front of her.

She had refused the concept of love since as a child. It made one a lunatic, and she refused to be anything like her parents. Their love made them weak, and she refused to allow herself to become like them, so Wednesday wanted Enid Sinclair to not get close so there was no chance of her falling in love and won’t become weak. This was the pinnacle of the flawless logic of Wednesday Addams.

“No… It is for the best that we no longer be part of each other’s life. I don’t want to ever harm you ever again like how I did before. You didn’t deserve it.” Wednesday stated, but even she could feel that her throat was choking on itself just by the words she just spoke as if her own body rejected her words as she severed the ties.

At the moment, Enid wanted to scream at Wednesday letting the other girl know that she was one of the best things in her life, and she regretted nothing about being friends with her or falling in love, but she couldn’t. Instead, she let those simple words settle and she wanted to respect Wednesday’s wishes. So, Enid defeatedly nodded.

“You can also take this back.” Wednesday unrobed the Hufflepuff’s cloak that Enid so endearing placed on her. Just like that Wednesday left back to her dormitory once more alone. Enid was left surrounded by the freezing breeze that echoed in the forest.

Enid, in the autumn cold, slowly marched herself back into the grey stone buildings to return back to her duties, and continued her patrol like how she normally does.  “There you are, Enid.” Bianca scolded at her.

“Sorry, Wednesday went back to the Forbidden Forest and I had to follow her and deduct points.” 

“Thank Merlin, you didn’t invite me this time. It’s frigid out there.” Bianca wrapped her arms around Enid’s. Bianca always enjoyed Enid’s body warmth especially during the fall and winter time and usually Enid allowed her friends to consume her body heat. This time, the Hufflepuff rejected Bianca for her warmth. She solemnly continued her patrol alone the rest of the night.

Bianca made a note in her head. “Did Addams just break her heart just then?”

That same night, Enid returned back to her dormitory after her lonely patrol. There was a new black letter delivered to her room. It seemed that no owl delivered it, and it was placed neatly on her bed. Without the need to open it, Enid knew exactly what the letter was about.

The following day, Wednesday was displeasurly forced to join the duelling club after Headmaster Weems realised that Wednesday had no extracurricular activities in her schedule, and that apparently the duelling club was in need for more experienced members. Bianca practically carried the entire Duelling club since becoming captain last year, and Yoko only joined to impress Divina initially before they started dating. Now she can’t get out because she was being blackmailed by Bianca. Yoko doesn’t even like duelling and Divina had little interest in duelling. Enid laughed that Yoko had girlboss to failure. While Wednesday would have normally enjoyed duelling, she had no motivation or desire to duel anyone as of lately. At least she would get the opportunity to defeat Bianca as many times as she wants was what Wednesday thought.

Bianca might be an equal or worthy challenger against Wednesday. Bianca’s eyes seemingly were filled with vengeance. Wednesday doesn’t recall angering the Ravenclaw recently. She hadn’t made any insults, or made her life difficult by any means as of today. The Ravenclaw’s wand blasted another incendio, an offensive fireball attack, and Wednesday redirected the fireball away from her face.

Her attacks were relentless which gave Wednesday no time to go offensive at any point. It seemed like today was the day that Bianca finally had enough of Wednesday’s shit.

Suddenly Bianca spoke, “You like her, don’t you?” Wednesday, completely distracted just by the sound that implied the Hufflepuff’s name, was knocked back to the ground once again.

“I don’t like anyone.” She gritted her teeth. 

“You can’t fool me. I saw the way you look at her at the Dining hall every day with your…heart eyes.” Bianca was delusional. Wednesday Addams doesn’t have heart eyes, if anything daggers. Wednesday Addams was not in love. She had already severed all of possible romantic ties.

“There has been a high increase of schizophrenia and paranoia as of late. I would highly recommend getting yourself checked out.”

Bianca scoffed at the attempted dark humour. Wednesday was definitely off her game. “Stop deflecting, Wednesday. I know who you like?” Wednesday was left a bit speechless and had a lightbulb moment of the reason why Bianca was so aggressive towards her in their practice. Did Bianca think she liked her romantic partner and that’s why she wanted to kill her? Oh, she’s possessive. Wednesday understood that greatly.

As if Bianca could read her mind, “Oh god no. You thought… I can’t imagine dating a Hufflepuff, let alone Enid. You humour me. So tell me Wednesday, when did this start?”  Wednesday didn’t. They were partners as is in Perfect partner and not relationship. Wednesday’s first interpretation of their relationship was correct. There was almost a sigh of relief for Wednesday. But nonetheless Bianca was wrong.

She couldn’t have a lover.

She doesn’t do love.

She won’t fall for the Addams' curse.

Wednesday kept repeating that to herself. She’ll convince herself.

“I'd rather be expelled than tell you.” Wednesday deflected another attack from Bianca.

“Since you're interrogating me, I find it fitting to ask you why you seem angry and lash out your energy onto me.”

“Don’t play games with me, Addams?”

“I’m not.”

“Sure. You’re. Not.” Bianca emphasised each word, and waved her wand and casted three knockback spells just to defeat Wednesday once more with ease. In Bianca’s mind, that last one was for Enid.

As Wednesday left the duelling club from the dungeons with a damaged ego and light bruises, she heard a loud shriek down the hallway close to the entrance of the field. Wednesday sprinted over to the screams of terror as she pulled out a short dagger, in the case of a murderer. She hoped tonight she could finally use her dagger for stabbing.

There she saw the walls covered in what seemed to be blood splattered that spelled out, “Watch your backs.” Crouching below her was a first year Gryffindor student collapsed with what seemed to be slashes. Before Wednesday could inspect further the slashes more, Professor Thornhill and some Hufflepuff students ran over to the scene of the crime. In their eyes, they saw Wednesday standing above an unconscious student with blood everywhere with a knife in her hands. 

It might seem that Wednesday’s wishes of being expelled might come true.

After being discovered by Professor Thornhill and her students on top of a deceased student, Wednesday found herself at the Headmaster Weem’s office. Of all things Wednesday has done, this was the last thing on her mind that would get her in the Headmaster’s office. Her office was organised and pristine with white marble shelf and marble table. Countless amounts of literature and scrolls was neatly shelved in the background. Wednesday expected the first words from the headmaster to be interrogating her about the incident. 

She did not discuss that as the first thing.

“I have heard you have befriended someone in our fine institution.” It caught Wednesday off-guard.

“Mistakenly yes. Now it’s a tragic regret in my dreadful life.”

“You do not wish to be friends with this person.”

“Correct. As it would only trouble them.”

“When you refer to trouble, are you referring to the fact that you are most likely the person to be the assaulter on the student body.”

“Believe me or not, but I believe that I am being framed by someone.”

“I take that accusation very seriously, Ms. Addams. Do you have any idea who might want to frame you?” Wednesday thought for a minute or two. It could be anyone that hated her. It could be the entire Slytherin’s house as she is most likely the reason they have been placed 4th in the House cup. It could be Xavier or Tyler for the constant amount of rejection they have received from her. It could be Enid who has killed people before as a werewolf.

“I have no idea who it could be, but I will investigate this as my next investigation.” Headmaster Weems’s eyes twitched the moment that Wednesday mentioned herself will be investigating the issue. 

“Fine, I believe you. However, you will not be investigating this matter. I will be calling proper authorities about this. You may leave Wednesday, but heed my warning any investigation you get yourself into will lead you to immediate expulsion. Do you understand” Wednesday nodded her head. 

As Wednesday left the Headmaster’s office, there was one thing on her mind and it was a new mystery to solve. Her excitement grew once again like how Enid made her feel the day she arrived at Hogwarts. Hopefully, this will distract the idea that she might be in love with a certain someone.

As she was walking back towards the Slytherin’s dormitory, she spotted Enid walking back to the Hufflepuff’s dormitory as well. Her posture was insanely tense, and hair was dishevelled as if she had a tussle with someone. Wednesday’s cold slender fingers wanted to give Enid a killer message, but she couldn't get close to her.

She can’t.

Because Wednesday does not want to fall in love with her.

She can’t succumb to the Addams's curse.

Wednesday Addams was confident that won’t fall for the curse.'

Note:

I have greatly appreciated reading your pleas, and I had manically laughed at all of the begging, and that’s why you have this part. You might have noticed that I changed the amount of chapters from 1 to 2 to now 5. This was because I initially wrote everything as Part II, and it was so ridiculously long. The initial one-shot now has 82 pages (single spaced) and I’m still writing. I’m not even done.

If I just kept everything in Part II, which was my initial intent, you’ll never see it until next year, because it’s taking me so long to write it fully out. Looking at it now, it probably was better to split it apart just so it’s more digestible reading and writing-wise. I also have rewritten part II so many times because I had so many ways to handle the situation, which I won’t spoil. Maybe when this is all over, I’ll tell you.

I’m going to talk specifically about the story. The story is definitely getting more on the angsty dark slow burn side, if you couldn’t tell from the foreshadowing of the first few lines. I do not apologise for that. You guys asked for this. I want the next few chapters to have so much tension, angst, and this denial for each other without realising their actual feelings. I want you to collapse to the floor by the way they yearn for each other, but they know they cannot be together due to their circumstances. I want to toy with the reader’s hearts so much that you might hate me. (Love each and everyone of you)

I still want it to have some crack aspect to the story just to keep it slightly light-hearted. I like toying with the idea that Wednesday is literally being tortured by love, which is why Xavier and Tyler are trying to woo her, and failing miserably and then there’s Enid who believes Wednesday fully rejected her. But Wednesday is straight up in denial with her feelings. But the next two chapters will get darker, so if you can’t handle this. I don’t know what to say. Good luck. There still will be a bit of crack to it, but not as intense as before.

As always thank you for being patient and leaving me wonderful comments and kudos. I do appreciate it as it fuels me. I can’t wait to hear what you have to say about the second part. If there’s any grammatical errors or typos, I’ll fix it as soon as I notice.

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It has been almost one month since the deceased Gryffindor was found by the resident black cat, and within that month, Wednesday has descended into madness. She had always hoped as a child that it was enjoyable. 

It was not.

Despite the warning from Headmaster Weems, the novice detective refused to listen to the given order. All of the Professors at Hogwarts were difficult to interrogate, and refused to let anything slip out about the incident. Wednesday thought of torturing them just a bit for information such as the warning message written in blood, but that would get her expelled sooner and she would no longer be able to investigate.

The annoyance of hitting dead end after another dead end consumed her and was driving her slowly insane.

One of the worst parts was that Wednesday had no little to no intel of who the Gryffindor student was. The only information gained was from the student newsletter. According to the article, the Gryffindor was in its 4th year, just a year below Wednesday. They were a muggle student who was in the Frog Chorus. They weren’t particularly unique or interesting. The young Addams needed more information.

She had even attempted to kidnap Yoko once more, but was only halted by Divina’s cold death stares as if she knew Wednesday’s attempt to kidnap her girlfriend once more. It most likely be the fact that Wednesday was casually holding duct tape on one hand and another was a bottle of chloroform. She was just too excited that she became careless. So, Wednesday kept hitting too many dead ends in an open-case of the recent murder of a Gryffindor. 

Worse of all, Enid actually heeded Wednesday’s word and left her alone. The girl fully left her alone.

No longer spotted her in any of their classes.

No longer glanced at the bright blue eyes that contrast her dark brown eyes.

No longer accidently bumped into her in the hallways.

No longer present in her life, just how Wednesday wanted when she rejected the other colourful girl, but why was she always thinking of her even in her nightmares.

“So, Wednesday. Have you made up your mind?” Xavier demanded to know Wednesday’s answer. Tyler and Xavier both hoped that her decision would change about her romantic affection.

It did not.

It seems like the two brain-less idiots decided to work together, and had her cornered in one of the many staircases at Hogwarts as she was heading back to her room. Ever since the rumours, her suitors continued to pursue her relentlessly, despite Wednesday making it incredibly explicitly clear she had no interest in any of them or anyone in general. Wednesday was beyond confidence that they were poisoned by a love potion. She was so close to murdering both of them in this instance, but was only stopped by an inner-voice that sounded similar to Enid’s voice that disapproved of it greatly, noting it would get her expelled and who would solve the murder.

Wednesday didn’t obey that voice because it sounded like Enid. No, it was definitely because it provided logical sense and nothing else. 

No matter how much rejection they had faced, the two imbeciles had fought and duel each other almost daily to prove their prowess towards what they believe was their soulmate. While Wednesday would enjoy a good duel to the death, it was distracting her from solving her case. Their nuisance had even driven Bianca slowly mad.

Now seemingly cornered, it seemed that this situation required an escape plan. She must escape to a place that no one would ever dare to enter, her favourite spot at Hogwarts. Luckily, for Wednesday, she had become quite adept in sneaking away from the two idiotic boys. It was a good way to polish her sneaking ability, she might add. Wednesday pulled from her sleeves a dungbomb, a magical stinkball that can produce a putrid smell. The smell should be enough to give her some time to make a run for it. 

Wednesday immediately set off the dungbomb without the two boys noticing. Smoke started to consume the staircase.

Tyler and Xavier began to profusely cough and gagged by the disgusting smell. Blobs of tears in their eyes blurred their sight, unable to see the short gothic girl. When the air cleared up, Wednesday Addams was nowhere to be found. 

Tyler grumbled, “I knew I shouldn’t listen to your stupid plans!”

The full moon barely illuminated the darkness of the Forbidden Forest’s ground, and its child was alone preparing for her darkest nightmares. Enid had a more pale complexion than usual with sweat beads dripping down despite the freezing weather. The Hufflepuff’s body ached to pop and crack each bone soon. It never feels like her own body.

The blonde hated this time of the month. She was never able to attend any of her classes as everything overstimulated from the smell to sound. Besides the overstimulation, she was more volatile and dangerous. Earlier, the Hufflepuff and her best friend witnessed Tyler attempted flirting at Wednesday, and her body reacted by her nails sharpening to claws as if it wanted to tear Tyler apart. Luckily, Yoko didn’t see anything mostly. Thank Merlin, her best friend was blind and oblivious as hell.

Her wrist and ankles were all chained up with steel to prevent her escape, and around her neck, there was an oversized collar that was designed for something triple her size. The recent preventive measure was highly recommended by Headmaster Weems. Enid hasn’t had to take this type of preventive measure in years. The last time she was held against her will by the Ministry of Magic. But, the fifth year understood why she had to do this, especially because she is aware that she is most likely the reason for the most recent killings. Last month, she almost killed Wednesday, and she couldn’t let that happen again.

“Darling, are you feeling alright?” Headmaster Weems calmly waltzed over to Enid holding an enormous silver-coloured muzzle in her hands. Enid did not want to respond to her. She couldn’t even look at the Headmaster’s softhearted eyes. Headmaster Weems bent her knees, so she could face her student at eye-level.

“They didn’t deserve it.” Enid choked back on sobs; thinking back at the previous students’ death with their blood coating her mouth and nails.

“It’s going to be okay. You aren’t going to kill anyone tonight.” She softly whispered in Enid’s ear as she casually slipped the muzzle over head. The young student’s throat made a whine.

“What if I do it again?” Enid's voice pleaded.

“You won’t...I’ll see you in the morning Ms. Sinclair.” Just like that Weems needed to leave, so she does not become another meal.

E a t  P r e y!

Her primal instinct did not like the idea of their prey walking away, so Enid's throat began to growl. Her body shifted from the bipedal human position to be comfortable on all-fours. Her spine popped out and contoured to become a werewolf. It was always unbearable for Enid. The student’s throat kept screaming at the pain that her body endured every full moon.

Weems winced at the painful human-like scream to grunting animalistic noises as she walked away. The Headmaster never had the courage to look at her student’s transformation after all these years of knowing the child. As Headmaster Weems gained even more distance away from the half-transformed Enid, the wolf’s claws came out, and it was eager to maim its prey. Enid’s dark claws tried to lunge for Weem’s back, but the chains snapped back holding them in place. Only for it to swiped the air instead.

The pitch black predators’ eyes had watched Weems leave her. It fueled the werewolf rage. Her body tried, once more, to push herself to get closer to Weems, but was unsuccessful by the many chains wrapped around their neck, waist, ankles and wrist. Her elongated canines poked out of their lips snapped toward Weem’s direction. Not a single thing could deter its focus. It was beyond ravenous, and wanted to consume everything in sight. But, nothing could ever suffice the endless appetite.

The werewolf’s body doubled in size with greyish fur covering its body. Not a single human feature remains but only a monster that ravaged the Dark Forest. The oversized muzzle and collar was perfectly fitted for a werewolf of her size. The wolf begged to be fed and whined, if only these steel restraints did not stop it. The wolf forcefully tugged on the chains and used its paw to claw off the muzzle. It was no use, but it continued nonetheless.

Standing on its hind leg, an earth-shattering howl echoed heard throughout the Forbidden Forest letting the prey of the forest know that they could be next. It angrily huffed, and once more attempted to remove the chains shackling its freedom.

“Your howl is majestic that would make anyone terrified to death.”

Wednesday lounged on top of a tree admiring Enid’s transformation once more. Wednesday would never admit it, but she couldn’t help but miss Enid’s companionship. Seeing from afar was tortuous enough for the young Addams’s body. Being this close was the second best. 

Wednesday was still unable to approach Enid for almost two months due to the immense guilt of manipulating her, and refused to give in to the idea that she was falling in love. Besides, the further away the better for Wednesday to not receive the curse was what she had thought, but somehow she was always drawn to her, no matter what.

Wednesday slowly slid down from the crooked sharp tree, and slowly approached the werewolf. The werewolf’s jet black nose rapidly twitched by Wednesday’s scent from afar, and snarled towards her direction. Its vicious snarls sent Wednesday’s spine shivers, and a wonderful tingling in her stomach. The sounds of symphony in her mind. Wednesday’s dimpled smile only grew the closer she got closer to the monster. Most people would pass out from the sight of the nasty beast, but not Wednesday. She could not take her eyes off of her.

“Enid, have you gotten larger since I last saw you? You must have eaten well.” Enid definitely was bigger than before. The werewolf developed more muscle than before. Wednesday wouldn’t mind the wolf to pin her down, maul at her and then rip her intestine out on any full moon nights.

The werewolf’s ear bent back, and sniffed the air more. Its hackles raised in the air. It angrily snarled at Wednesday and attempted to lunge at her with fangs beared out. Wednesday’s cheek flushed a pastel pink, fortunately for everyone, no one else was there to witness it. It would be the talk of the school and Wednesday would do anything to silence them.

“Your pearly sharp fangs are beyond anything I have ever seen. So deadly and dangerous.” Wednesday gently whispered with a slight hint of tenderness oozing out.

The werewolf only replied in more angry growls with its saliva dripping from its maw. Its jaw attempted to snap at Wednesday, but was halted by the muzzle. The Slytherin was so close that the young Addams could feel the wolf’s breath on her. Her finger unconsciously drifted towards the muzzle to unlock it. The cold padlock that rested on the back of its head was easy lock picking for Wednesday. The steel muzzle smacked the dirt and frozen crunchy grass. In return for freeing its maw, Wednesday was thanked by razor sharp fangs snapping to her face. It felt like spiders crawling around her stomach.

“You look better without the tortuous device wrapped around your head.” Wednesday grinned and reached into her black leather messenger bag pulling out a plastic black bag that had crimson liquid dripping out of it relentlessly. 

The creepy goth pulled out a recently killed wild hare from the blood soaked bag. The werewolf sniffed at the wild hare, and it licked its black lips with its saliva dripping from its canines.

“Enjoy.” Wednesday gently handed over the hare that she had personally killed, and watched the werewolf’s jaw quickly snatch the hare out of her cold hand.

C r u n c h

Its dagger-like teeth ripped the hare to shred. “Amazing.” Wednesday said as she licked the blood from her index finger. Wednesday’s fingers laid on top of Enid’s fur but it was quickly met with sharp teeth attempting to nip her skin. She quickly retracted her digits.

“I miss you too.” Wednesday was grateful that Enid could not respond, and will have no recollection tonight. It was for the best.

Wednesday slowly walked a bit further away, but still close enough that Enid could almost bite her head off. The oldest Addams plopped herself down on the freezing patch of grass. She pulled out a black leather journal that had a bit of dried rabbit’s blood splattered on the cover. Her finger wrapped around a pen jotting down a new entry.

In her new entry, it was all about the werewolf in front of her. Wednesday noted all of the small details the lycan provided like the length of each fangs, the many different types of growl it attempted to communicate to Wednesday, or each detail of the claws that can tear her body apart, and pierce her heart. The eldest Addams had always found Enid interesting from the first time they met, but even at this moment, she can’t help take her brown eyes off the monster that wants to kill her. Wednesday admired the murderous monster to the most minute details.

Don’t get Wednesday’s intent wrong, she wasn’t falling in love with Enid. She just couldn’t help but admire every spec of detail about her werewolf, that’s all. There’s nothing more to it.

She’s only got close to the monster, because who wouldn’t want to. It was a gift that Wednesday loved and appreciated.

The ray of sunlight barely passed through the white linen curtains waking Enid up. In the infirmary room, with no recollection how she got there, Enid could only feel her wolf beyond content, which has never happened before. 

It was finally the weekend, and most students went to the Hogsmeade, a village near Hogwarts, to enjoy themselves after a long week of classes despite the mixed rain and snow sprinkling outside. Unfortunately for Wednesday, she was suspended for entering the town. The last time she scared the locals by threatening them and attempted to skin them alive for making fun of Eugene. 

Unable to go into the town, Wednesday decided to search Hogwarts for more evidence about the recent murder case that Weems had warned her not to investigate. She retraced the scene of the crime three times as of today, but maybe the fourth time the charm. Wednesday wandered the secret passages until she heard the sounds of raven’s cries. It was uncommon to hear raven’s cries inside the secret passages. The short “detective” had to inspect the oddity. As Wednesday approached the caws of the bird, she pulled out her butcher knife. 

Another dead body.

Another dead body in the hallways, and it looked like it had been there for a while. They donned a yellow tie. The colour of their skin has mostly faded to pale. The floor had dead spiders spelled out, “He’s coming.”

Another cryptic message.

Another clue for her investigation.

Last time, it was a Gryffindor and it seemed that this murder decided to switch it up with a Hufflepuff. Is there any connection between these two cases? It doesn’t seem their death has any correlation either. A quicken footstep was approaching towards the novice detective. Wednesday expected it was the murder here using a dead body as bait. She could not be more wrong. 

Rather than a murderer finding her, it was Professor Kinbott, the professor for Muggle Studies, spotting Wednesday on top of the dead victim’s dead body.

Maybe it was time for Wednesday to finally hide her weapons when she is next to dead bodies.

While Wednesday was searching for clues in the morning, a dark shadowy figure dressed in all black creepily followed Enid to the train station before the sun had barely risen. It attempted to avoid the young lady’s view hoping that it wouldn’t be caught so easily. As the Hufflepuff waited cautiously at the train platform heading to London, she felt like she was being followed by something the entire time. The dark shadowy figure’s slender pale fingers grabbed onto Enid’s shoulder tightly, and that would be another poor decision. 

Enid started violently punching the figure.

“Enid! Enid! Enid! It’s me, Yoko!” 

“Yoko, what the hell?” Yoko rubbed her newly bruised arm. She was confident that Enid broke her bones. The Gryffindor definitely did not miss their fights when they were children. It was beyond brutal waking up with a black eye almost every month.

“Excuse me, for saying hi. What are you doing in Hogsmeade so early?”

“I have something to do. Why are you up so early? You never wake up this early unless-”

Divina popped out of nowhere, “Unless it’s for me. You would be correct.”

“Whipped.” Enid teased and nudged Yoko.

“Apparently, there’s a famous author coming today, and Div wanted to get their signature. I’m trying to be a better girlfriend.” Yoko puffed out her chest.

“You’re totally whipped for her, I hope you know that.” Yoko rolled her eyes, although no one saw it defeating the entire purpose.

“Enid, you are welcome to join us afterward for some butterbeer.” Divina politely offered.

“Sorry guys, I would love to, but I have this appointment that is pretty important, and I can’t miss it.”

“Damn girl, it has been forever since we last spoke.”

Enid blankly stared back at her friend, “Yoko, it has been like 2 days.”

“Still. It has been like forever. What happened to my puppy that would always follow me.” Yoko pouted, and in response Enid jokingly slapped Yoko’s already injured arm.

“Ouch, I’m pretty sure you broke my arm, bestie!” Yoko wiggled her injured arm, and pretended to be more in pain just to get another kiss from Divina. The Ravenclaw only pecked at Yoko’s cheek to please her overly-dramatic girlfriend.

Before Enid could apologise, the train’s horn roared in the air.

“Sorry, I gotta go. See you tomorrow.” As Enid entered the train’s car, Yoko shouted out, “Hey Enid, you’re going to London, right. Be careful. Apparently, there’s a Death Eater being sentenced today for murder. They might try to escape according to my father.”

Enid fakely smiled at her friends, and nodded back at them. Little did anyone know, that was exactly why she was heading to London.

After arriving in the bustling city of London, Enid quietly entered the Chamber of Order for her mother’s sentencing as Enid did not want to draw attention to herself. She was certain that no one wanted to see her despite the invitation. The chamber was overly-whelmingly loud with hundreds of people inside chattering about the potential chance of the dark lord rising. She had to plug her very sensitive ears as it was the only repetitive word going around. In the centre, there she saw Esther Sinclair in metal handcuffs waiting for her sentence. It has been four years since the last time they have seen or talked with each other. Her mum’s hair was still wild with rich brown curls, but now peppered with white. The wrinkles were new to Enid. Despite the fragile physique, no one could ever imagine the evil beneath the shared sapphire eyes.

As the blonde walked over to her seat, she scanned at the group of council members. There were some familiar faces that Enid knew, such as Headmaster Weems, Yoko’s father, and Xavier’s parents. 

Mr. Tanaka and Mr. Thorpe were part of the Ministry of Magic leading the case, while Mrs.Thorpe was a reporter for the Daily Prophet. Enid wasn’t sure whether her friend’s parents knew they were going to sentence her mother to death. It would not matter. They will never see her mum or her as anything else but Death Eaters. 

Then, she accidently bumped into a face that Enid wasn’t too fond of. It was the auror who captured her four years ago, Galpin, Tyler’s father. Her heart quickened, and chest tightened.

“Sorry.” He only replied with a grunt. Does he not remember who she was?

The gavel slammed against the desk to silence the chamber. Everyone in the room shuffled around, and took their seats. The commotion was finally silenced. The judge began thanking the council members for coming and began a speech of the case. There was already some hackling in the crowd calling her mum a vile witch and that anyone related to her was the offspring of the devil. Enid balled her fist tightly.

The judge listed numerous crimes her mother committed from child-endangerment, murders that Enid committed that Esther took credit for instead, and most importantly her declaration of her loyalty to Voldemort. That was emphasised the most. Her mother grimly smiled and nodded. She was guilty of every single crime and everyone knew it. It was evident that the case was already biassed. Enid, in the furthest row, barely had a view of her mother. She couldn’t read her expression.

It was probably for the best.

As the clock’s hands moved, Enid had already lost count of the amount of crime. There were some that Enid believed that didn’t happen. They just wanted to paint her mum as a wicked bitch.

Her deranged mother who brought her to the Death Eater meeting discussing wars and plans, when she was four years old. The concept of genocide of muggles and concept of purebloods was ingrained in her mind. Most caring parents would have shield their children’s innocence from the talks of violence and the concept of death. But, not her mother.

“Mum. Please. I don’t want to.” Enid begged more to her mother. 

Her mum’s eyes were distant and unable to look at the pleading tearful eyes of her daughter. How was it possible that Enid’s eye was the same as her mother's? Her only attention was a wizard locked inside a cage. A wizard that Enid recognized from the many meetings that she has attended with her mother. 

Another Death Eater. 

Apparently, a spy that was part of the Ministry of Magic that only seeked only the truth of what they were up to. Enid was told he would lock them up all in Azkaban if he was allowed to escape. As a child, she had always heard the horrors of Azkaban.

Someone that they could no longer trust.

Her mother let go of Enid’s iron collar wrapped around her neck that was used to drag her into an unknown cellar. It was so chilly that Enid could see her breath lingering in the air.

“Why did you drag your daughter?” The captive spoke.

“Shut up, you filthy mudblood!”  Enid flinched by the angry tone of her mother.

Her mother slowly approached the other wizard with pure hatred in her eyes. She grabbed onto their arm and pulled a pocket knife. Her distant crystal blue eyes looked back at her daughter covering her innocences.

“Enid, my dear. I need you to uncover your eyes.” Her voice was so gentle for what she was about to show, and Enid obeyed.

The short black pocket knife punctured through and sliced the wizard skin. Dark ruby blood slowly trickled down their arm to their finger. The jailed wizard winced in pain. The blade covered with the crimson liquid, Her mum softly approached Enid and crouches down to Enid’s small figure. “Enid. Lick it.”

“Mum, that is … blood.” Enid said softly.

“Yes, sweetheart. That’s blood. Now lick it!”

“I don’t want to lick that man's blood.”

Her mum forcely pried open her mouth. “Lick!” Enid’s tongue tasted the wizard’s blood. It was sweet like sea-salt taffy. It was addictive and her body craved for more. Her tongue began to lengthen as it cleaned the entire pocket knife’s blade. Her mother escaped the cellar locking the door knowing what is going to happen within the next minute. Enid’s drool trickled down to her chin. Her mouth was unable to close as her teeth shifted to oversize fangs. The room echoed an uncontrollable growl. Enid’s eyes shift colour from the blue to orbs of darkness. Her tiny body slammed against the cage wanting to rip the bars apart, and consume her soon-to-be meal. She had no control over her body and it frightened the poor child as it continued to bend the bars apart.

Her darken claws tore the man’s chest apart. She lost consciousness once she finally heard the screams of the captive as her fangs tore at his throat.

Then, the cellar door cracked open, and there was her mother. Her creator. She was smiling at her, or was she smiling at the fact that she was covered in blood. The mudblood’s blood. Enid looked at her nail seeing the dried blood with fear in her eyes.

“You did excellent, my dear. Your bloodlust will get only stronger from now on.” Suddenly, Enid felt proud. She would do anything for her mother’s approval, which she rarely got from even if it meant killing someone, especially those who deserved it or those her mother says deserve it.

So, Enid smiled back at her.

Her brothers had become afraid of her especially when she came back from her first kill against the wizard. Before, it was just wild animals, like rabbits and foxes, in the woods that their blood coated her body to suffice her unending appetite. Now, the victims were mainly muggles. The wolf that lies beneath her had eventually developed the acquired taste for the gore and violence. All five of her brothers were fearful of what she had become.

Her short-temper.

Her ability to detect one’s blood type just be a whiff of their smell.

Her appetite for raw meat.

They ostracised her. They could not be near their youngest sister fearing that they could be her next meal. Even her own father couldn’t look at her and displayed disgust on his face. Her father's haunting words rang in her mind throughout, “You turned our daughter into that hideous wolf-creature. God, I can’t even look at her anymore.” 

Only her mother could look at her, but it was not the caring look of a mother.

Whenever Enid threw a tantrum and began displaying incredibly violent wolf-like behaviour, her family, mainly her father, would drag her deep within the wood for six years straight. She would be stuck there for a few hours or days with nature. The same woods that they used to go to camp and tell scary stories of monsters and fables around the campfire. Before she was cursed, the stories would frighten her, only giving her nightmares. Only now, Enid is living the nightmare that she so feared.

On a random day, years later,  her mother dragged her out of the woods only to find out that her father abandoned her. All of her brothers left without saying goodbye to her. Not a single note left behind for Enid. The last remaining item left was a stack of divorce papers hidden in the dark oak drawer.

“They left us because of your curse. They abandoned you, but I never will. Do you understand that?” Her mother comforted the now ten year old Enid with a tight hug.

“No one would ever love you for what you really are. I am the only person who can love you. I can be the only person who can care for you.” Enid believed her mother as her creator didn’t abandon her. She had always despised her father and brothers for the constant ostracising, but her hatred grew due to them abandoning her alone. 

The only problem was that her mother would eventually leave her life. This time, it was not her choice. 

Later that night, her mother stopped the murder, but the killing did not stop. The nature of a predator was too instinctual. It was too late.

As Enid slept, she could hear the running water as her mother sniffled, blaming herself for everything. She lost everyone around her and forced her daughter’s innocence to be lost all for a cause that she too was brainwashed for.

It wasn’t a typical meeting that the Death Eater would typically have.

“...Sir, she isn’t ready, yet.”

“Esther, you have heard the prophecy. She is chosen by him. You should be honoured by the news.”

Her knuckles tighten to an egg-shell white.“No, she is just a child.”

“Esther, don’t tell me you have become weak over the years.”

“No sir, but she is ten years old. She isn’t ready to do what you are asking her.”

“Tell me, where is your allegiance at?”

“...It is with Voldemort, and only him.” For the first time in Esther Sinclair, she openly hesitated her allegiance.

Esther Sinclair was sure, after that meeting, would be the reason she would be arrested by the Ministry. Not because there was a mole, but because the Death Eater felt she became weaker and her allegiance was not as strong prior. They turned her in. 

She did not know what overcame her to hesitate, but she did. She couldn’t imagine her daughter partaking in the prophecy. Enid was the only thing she had left. She can’t lose her too.

It was only after a few days that the Ministry of Magic was onto her. She was certain that they could pinpoint the many disappearances of wizards over the years to her, but she was beyond confident that her colleagues were the one that ratted her out. All of them were snakes.

On a random early morning, their oak front door entrance was busted in. The aurora’s first objective was to capture her mother, Esther Sinclair. Esther barely fought back when they busted through.

Her mother, handcuffed against the wall trying to free herself, spotted Enid hiding in the upper level of their empty house. Her lips mouthed, “I am sorry.” Enid witnessed her mother's arrest triggered her flight-or-fight complex. Her instinct chose to fight.

Her body tackled the guards away from her mother using her supernatural strength. Quickly an Auror with a familiar scent like Tyler placed an iron muzzle around her head. They pinned her against the floor tightly. 

Her mother continuously pleaded, “Stop! She’s just a kid.”

Enid’s soft blue eyes gushed out tears watching her mum dragged away from her. Her body lost against the whims of the wolf. The nails scraped the floor as it turned to claws. Her mind became blurry, and attacked everyone and everything.

Wizards and Witches had to restrain Enid with all of their might, and for a while they treated her like an animal.

A loud booming sound interrupted Enid’s memories

“We have sentenced you to death! Any last word?”

Her mother chuckled. Esther knew and turned her back as if she knew exactly where her daughter sat. She didn’t expect Enid to show up to witness her sentencing. It was hard to believe after everything Enid was still that had that kind soft baby blue eyes.  “I made a lot of mistakes, and you were one of them. I’m sorry. I spent so many isolating years without watching you grow up, and now I can barely see you.” She turned her head back. The melancholy atmosphere tilted quickly to anger, “To the rest of you Ministry scums, I have no regrets killing your colleagues. The prophecy has already unfolded, and there is nothing else you can do to stop it.”

Enid’s chin tipped downard. She could not bear to watch her mother’s early demise. Her mother's cries broke through and like any child would look back at their mother’s cries. The last thing Enid saw of her mum was a burst of uncontrolled flame engulfing her mother.

As the ashes slowly descended to the marble tiles, the Ministry of Magic toasted each other and congratulated themselves after killing the mastermind. Enid failed to contain tears leaking out of her sapphire eyes. Many council members got up, and when they were leaving they spotted the offspring of the convicted mastermind of an impending war. The whispers filled the chamber rather than the chatter about Voldemort.

“So he chose her, and we are sparing her.”

“Devil’s child.”

Enid had so many emotions that she could not comprehend. Her emotions and mental states were in disarray, but the logical state was clear. Enid knew exactly the reason why she was invited. She was never welcomed to begin with. 

This was her punishment.

It was late in the evening as Headmaster Weems and a more pale Enid returned to Hogwarts via train. The young Hufflepuff could not utter a single word throughout the train ride, which was a rare occurrence. Normally, Enid would babble of nonsense to fill the void of nothingness, but all Enid could hear was the gavel swinging down over and over with her mother’s death scream. 

Headmaster Weems can only imagine the pain that her student had gone through. Weems had argued against the Ministry that it would be unwise to let Enid in, but they forced her to come anyway. They wanted to torture the child as a form of punishment.

Headmaster Weems, first, learned about Enid from a transcript given by the Ministry of Magic. It was riddled by her background, such as being a half-blood, child of divorce parents, was indoctrinated by Death Eaters at a young age, and most importantly a werewolf.

“Why did you give you this child’s file?”

“Because, you will enrol her in your institution.”

“Pardon. I will not allow a werewolf in this institution.”

“How unfortunate for you, but you have no choice. We believe the girl needs proper education to revert the brainwashing her mother has indoctrinated her into.”

Enid was frustrating to educate. She was young, quite stubborn, and acted like a wild animal when they first met. It was most likely due to the lack of human interactions and being treated as one by her parents. Weems personally had to spend her entire Summer helping the poor girl. Society did quite a lot of damage to the girl’s psyche. 

Initially every time Enid displayed any animalistic behaviour, Weems would force Enid to the Dark Forest to discipline her. But that didn’t improve the situation, if anything it had made it worse, so Weems searched for something in her cabinet. A box filled with gobstones. One of Weems' favourite childhood games that Weems only hoped to gain Enid’s trust and tame the animal that was too close to the surface.

Enid's immediate reaction towards a gobstone was to consume a marble, and choke on it. She would eventually spit it out. Weem tried to teach the game to the young girl. Weem sat with Enid at the courtyard.

“This was my favourite game as a child. This is your marbles.” Weems gently placed yellow marbles in Enid’s palm. 

“This is mine.” She showed off the red marbles and then pointed to the gravel floor where there was a hole in the middle of 4 circles that increased in size.

“The goal of the game is to knock my marble out of the drawn circle, or slide, close or away the yellow marble into the circle. If you lose, the marbles will spit out a foul smelly fluid on your face.” Weem laughed at Enid’s disgusted face.

Enid lost.

Not just once but five times against the undefeated champion Larissa Weems, but Enid did not know that at that time. It would take two years before she figured that trivia of Weems. 

Headmaster Weems noticed the difference in Enid after a while. Despite growling at everytime she lost or a bad move was placed, not once the wolf was out-of-control, which is a better improvement. It seemed that her humanity slowly returned after demonstrating that she was not the monster everyone had played out to be. It only appeared as if it was a defensive mechanism to protect herself. It only made sense as the poor child had to be tortured by her caretakers.

“Let’s play again tomorrow.” Weems chuckled.

The following day, Enid was there waiting for Headmaster Weems, and in her hand was the yellow marble that Weems gifted her.  Weems was more than content with the fact Enid wanted to play. Maybe this time, she will go easy on the girl.

Enid lost once more, and the desire to play one more time was interrupted by someone from the Ministry of Magic. Enid did not like the Ministry of Magic, especially the fact they had taken her mother and placed her in Azkaban as well. Enid began growling lowly, but was cut off shortly by Weems gently pressing her hand against Enid’s shoulder.

“Mr.Tanaka, to what do I owe the pleasure for your visit at Hogwarts.”

“I’m here for you actually, but it seems that you are busy playing Gobstones with your child.”

“Apologise Enid, but our next gobstone game will be late-”

“You play gobstone?” A high-pitched voice came from behind Mr.Tanaka. A young short lanky girl who wore the blackest shade appeared from behind. She was slightly taller than Enid, but appeared the same age as her. Enid inhaled the scent from the girl attempting to figure out whether she was a threat or not. 

“Wonderful Enid, why don’t you two play togethe-”

“That game is for children and besides you smell awful. I don’t play with smelly childre-” Enid pounced on top of Yoko bearing her canines at her.

Enid smiled at the fond memory. After all these years, Yoko and her still laughed about their first encounter, and to this joke about it.  

Crackled

The burning ruby fire sparkled and it caught the attention of the werewolf. Seemingly daydreamed the entire walk back to the Headmaster Weem’s office. The Headmaster straightened her back with the most perfect posture. “Ms. Sinclair, I made a promise to you years ago to protect and care for you, no matter what. But with your mother’s situation and the increase of paranoia about Death Eaters, the Ministry of Magic felt it would be best for you to lay low for some time as the news will be heartless about your mother’s alliance and will impact you. To protect you, I need you to first hand over your Prefect badge.” 

“Pardon, Headmaster Weems?”

“It’s for the best. No student would feel safe when they know about your mother’s affiliations and you being in that position would make them feel more uneasy with the Prefects, students, and Hogwarts. Everyone will be uncomfortable near you when the news breaks.”

“Headmaster Weems, I have done nothing wrong! This isn’t fair! Her actions shouldn’t have weight on me.” Headmaster Weems noticed Enid’s fangs slowly elongated as it poked out of her lips. That wasn’t normal. The full moon wasn’t any time soon.

“I know. You have done nothing wrong. However, the Ministry of Magic doesn’t see that. I made an agreement that you will obey and hand it over and lay low, so you won’t be in their custody at Alcatraz.”

“Please no... I worked so hard to get this far. I did everything you and the Ministry wanted for years. I don’t have control over that or anything in my life. It’s not my fault!” Enid begged. Weems was frightened to say the least as Enid’s pupil began to shrink to slits, as if she was a predator.

“I’m sorry, Miss Sinclair. This isn’t my decision to make. I tried really hard.” 

Her heart dropped to her stomach. Enid knew there was nothing she could do. No matter what she did, she was always going to be a monster and she will be punished for it. It wasn’t fair. She didn’t ask for this. She didn’t choose this. Enid shakingly handed over her badge.

“Second, you need to lay low. You will be suspended from all extracurricular and classes until next semester. Enid clenched her fist as her claws pierced through her skin. Blood trickled down dirtying the white pristine marble titles. Hogwarts was her escape. It gave her a sense of normality. It gave her friends.

It wasn’t fair.

It just wasn’t fair.

“Ms. Sinclair, please understand the situation.”

Enid’s throat began to rumble and genuinely growled at Headmaster Weems, which shocked her. “...Enid, calm down.”

Enid couldn’t take it anymore with the news, so she bolted out of the room with her nostril blowing out steam. Her chest heavily heaving up and down rapidly. As Enid angrily walked down the staircase returning to her dormitory, with the most absolute perfect timing, Wednesday appeared almost out of thin air.

“Sinclair.”

Enid kept walking. Enid’s heart begged to go back Wednesday as Wednesday called for her. It wanted to see her back in her life, but her mind and guts warned that she would only be hurt again. Her heart ached just by the way Wednesday’s calls her name. Her mind warned Enid that she was a victim of Wednesday’s obsession.

“Sinclair!”

Wednesday befriended her and made her give her entire trust because she was obsessed with the murder, and Enid really liked her so much that she never questioned it when she should have.  No matter how many times Enid tried to defend the Slytherin’s action in her mind; it always came down to Wednesday just wanting to use her. She had no true intention of being a real friend. 

She would have left the moment she figured out everything like how everyone in her life had left her.

“Sinclair!”

She doesn’t care about her! 

How easy was it for Wednesday to toy with her heart when she was just willing to just hand it over to be crushed like this? Enid whined at herself for being so ridiculous on trusting her so quickly and so easy. Her heart and mind came to an agreement. 

She was finally done with Wednesday Addams.

“Sinclair, I know you can hear me.” Enid swiftly turned around facing the tormented girl.

“Addams.  I thought you don't ever want to see or talk to me.” Her voice was like venom to the young Addams. Wednesday noticed how dangerous the other girl was. Was Enid still upset with her? She needed to thread carefully.

“I don’t.” Enid rolled her eyes at Wednesday.

“I need to know something.” Enid did not want to deal with the other girl especially at a time like this.

“Where were you when the Gryffindor's body was found?”

“What. I don’t remember, Wednesday where are you going with this?”

Wednesday with an accused tone, “Are you framing me for murder?”

“Excuse me?”

“Did you stab those innocent students, and framed me for it?”

“No! Why would I do that?” Enid’s voice only grew louder.

“Because you seek vengeance against me. It’s the only explanation. I have already interrogated Tyler and the whole Slytherin House.” Enid growled at the shorter girl, and gripped Wednesday’s wrist tightly that the dead-like complexion was turning into a light shade of pink. Enid was hurting her, and Wednesday’s eyes widened with shock.

Enid was capable of hurting her. No one was able to land a hit besides her family, and now Enid.

Wednesday loved pain, but the pain Enid was causing was one of the most painful experiences. Wednesday’s blood chamber was palpating loudly and agonising.

“I didn’t do it. Whatever you are accusing me of, I am not involved!” Enid stared deeply into Wednesday’s cold obsidian pupils centimetres apart where she could see her own reflection.

“Leave. Me. Alone. Wednesday! Isn’t that what you wanted? To be alone. You didn’t want me around you. You keep telling me to leave you and I did.” Enid released her tight grip and shoved her back that Wednesday almost fell down.

“I still have inquiries.”

Enid ignored Wednesday, and went into the Hufflepuff’s common room hoping that Wednesday would finally leave her in solitude.

“Well, you were a fool for letting me know the passwords to Hufflepuff's dormitory. I’ll get my answer and then I’ll leave you alon-” Wednesday tapped the barrels of the code. The stacked barrels began to violently shake and burst itself towards Wednesday. 

KABOOM!

Wednesday was drenched by galleons of vinegar. She was being drowned in the household kitchen that she smiled at before. On the other side of the door, “I’m not a fool, Addams! I switched the barrels after our fight.” Wednesday coughed out the vinegar out of her lungs. It burned her throat on each cough. She couldn’t be more impressed by Enid.

Enid angrily begged, “Please Wednesday. Please leave me alone. I’m not involved with anything you are talking about.” Enid’s words stung Wednesday once again. It sliced her apart with new scars on top of the old. The pain was intense and surprisingly unenjoyable. Wednesday pushed her too far and once more regretted it. She was still too obsessed, and it hurt her wolf. 

Wednesday immediately scurried back to her room and curled up in the corner and reflected on her poor decision of an interrogation.

As much as Wednesday wanted to leave Enid alone, she could not.

No matter how much Wednesday tried. She was always drawn towards Enid despite trying to isolate herself.

Later that night, Thornhill entered Enid’s room. “Ms. Sinclair, how was your trip to London?” Enid only replied with a muffled, good as she laid plank position in her bed.

“Good. How were the blokes at the Ministry? Did you have a hard time?”

Enid lifted her head up, “Always. They knew the outcome already and still they wanted me to watch them kill my mum.” Enid roared with frustration.

“I’m not surprised by the Ministry.”

“They kept calling me the devil’s child and I was chosen by him as if I had a choice. But it doesn’t matter, does it. They took away my prefect badge and soon everyone will call me dangerous. I’m so sick and tired of them.” Enid’s soft gentle voice ranted on, and the more she continued the rant became more venomous and Professor Thornhill’s smile lines were in sight display.

“I knew it. Our resident sunshine was fake with her lying personality and past.” 

“Have you heard that Enid is a Death Eater?”

“She definitely murdered the muggles the past months, right?”

Those were just a few of the things on everyone’s tongue the very next morning since the breaking news of Esther Sinclair. The Daily Prophet, the popular newspaper that every wizard read, described the events of yesterday saying that Esther Sinclair had no shame and was proud of the murders she committed. It didn’t surprise the accused girl that the paper was written by Xavier’s mum, Mrs. Thorpe. They described her mother as the worst human being in the world filled with fear mongering and propaganda.

Enid avoided everyone to her best abilities by taking secret passages to avoid her peers, but couldn’t avoid the gossip that sliced her heart over and over again as it bled continuously. It didn’t help that the poisonous words were easily picked up by her supernatural hearing. She wanted to throw up once again, but she had no more energy to hurl her meal anymore, or cry since losing her Prefect position, being accused of murder, losing her mother, and now facing the public outcry over something she had no control over. Headmaster Weems warned her already, but Enid could have never imagined something like this. These were the same kids that she knew for four years. She didn’t change. The only difference was that they knew one of her darkest secrets.

As she passed by more students along the way to find the last person who might understand her, Enid continued to cover her ears to avoid the berating judgements and evil glares. The Hufflepuff knocked on the door that housed a certain Gryffindor.

Knock .

No response. Maybe Yoko was still asleep. Enid should knock harder.

Knock Knock !

Still no response. Maybe even louder will do the trick, right? Yoko should be inside there. It’s too early for her to be out already. Yoko was always a night owl.

Bang Bang Bang !

This time there was a response, but it was a response that Enid did not expect. Heartbeats and some deep breaths heaved behind the door.

“Yolks, are you in there?” A loud gulp could be heard inside of Yoko’s room.

Her best friend did not respond to her. The Gryffindor chose not to respond back to her best friend. Enid continued to banged on Yoko’s door repeatedly as her knuckles were turning blue.

“Yoko. It’s me…, your … second favourite person.” Enid’s voice began to quiver and shake as she spoke, fearing the worst.

On the other side, Yoko pressed her body against her door attempting to silence the pounding at the door with sadness and betrayal that had stabbed her heart. “Please, can we please just talk.” Enid continued to beg, but her vocal chords were being crushed by an overwhelming sense of betrayal.

“Yoko, please. It’s me.” Enid pleaded as her breathing was heaving quickly. Enid knew her best friend was there, but even then she wouldn't respond to her pleas. Enid’s large water beads were dripping down from her soft baby blue eyes, and splattered on the iconic Gryffindor’s crimson carpet.

“Please, don’t leave me alone.” Yoko’s chest sighed deeply as she wiped down the snot and tears streamed down her chin. Yoko’s mouth clutched over her hand.

“...Yoko?”

“Stop it Enid … just go away.” Enid slowly lowered her hand down to her waist.  Those vicious words pierced and twisted through Enid’s heart, and it was the last words Yoko ever said to Enid. The Hufflepuff couldn’t believe that she lost the last person she ever thought would leave her. Her reality toppled around her and became her nightmare.

Isolated and alone.

All she wanted was a friend, and she couldn’t have that.

She was once again abandoned by someone close to her.

Why was her prophecy so cruel?

It was mid-December, just a week before their winter’s break, and a lot has changed since the news broke of the death of Esther Sinclair. Everyone in school ran away from Enid when they spotted her. It used to be Wednesday, but it swapped completely which only confused the poor Slytherin as she had no idea of the news or rumours.

All of the Hufflepuff’s friends distance themselves from Enid, accusing her as a Death Eater. The worst betrayal was Yoko who never told her a reason. The overly expressive loud Gryffindor just avoided her and would refuse to talk to her. Abandoned her best friend in her time of need.

Enid wanted the winter break more than anything else. She wanted to be away from everyone, but the young Addams did not want the break anytime soon. She was determined to figure out the murder before the break started as she gave herself a deadline. If she doesn't solve it by then, she will drop it. The promise surprised the goth girl when she told herself. After Enid’s interrogation, Wednesday has truly reevaluated herself since then.

Wednesday needed to let it go. She was too obsessed with the murder, and hurt someone close to her. It was a promise that Wednesday will fulfil.

There have been a total of three bodies as of now, and she can’t be distracted. She couldn’t be distracted by the rumours, or gossip that had consumed the school like a virus.

However, there was one distraction that irritated Wednesday, Tyler. He was in front of Wednesday’s Spell classroom to catch her attention. Wednesday looked up from her journal entries of the investigation, and locked eyes with Tyler’s. He was holding a bouquet of roses and a box of cheap chocolate with a rolled up paper tucked under his arms.

“What do you want?”

Tyler clumsily unwrapped the banner and it revealed words that Wednesday’s cold glare could burn holes into. “Wednesday, would you like to go to the Winter’s Ball with m-?” But before Tyler could finish his sentence, Xavier made his appearance. This distraction was still ongoing.

“Wednesday Addams, I’m declaring my love to you again. Would you like to go to the Winter’s ball with me instead?” Xavier holding a painting of her with hearts everywhere. Wednesday wanted to vomit and bleach her eyes. She had completely forgotten about how the entire student population was asking each other to be each other’s date for the Winter’s ball, and now her time has come. If death can take her now, she would be most fortunate.

“I would rather chain myself to the bottom of the ocean than be with anyone.” Deadpan and expressionless she walked away leaving the two boys alone outside the classroom.

“She didn’t say no, so was it a yes.” Xavier suggested, and Tyler nodded with agreement. She was definitely coming.

They were certain of it.

Tyler and Xavier could not be more wrong. Wednesday was not at the Winter’s ball. They searched the entire hall, and their supposed date was nowhere to be found. It was expected that Wednesday wouldn’t show up according to everyone, but the two boys were delusional.

As the two were searching for their date, Xavier spotted his ex, Bianca, who was also searching for the area as well. 

While Bianca would normally enjoy the party with her friends and dance with Divina, the atmosphere was too good to be true. It was suspicious. No Addams. No random outburst of a duel. Everyone was happily dancing and enjoying themselves. Something was wrong. Bianca felt it.

“Since Wednesday isn’t here, want to dance with each other?” Tyler suggested.

Xavier scoffed and walked away from Tyler, “as if.”

“Well, I didn’t want to dance with you either, asshole.”

Bianca was right, Wednesday wasn’t at the Winter ball. Instead, Wednesday preferred the blistering winter cold in the Dark Forest with someone else as the snow fell from the sky..

Perched high up in the trees warmed by her coal-coloured wool coat reading a new detective novel to someone. Although the young Addam’s peaceful night would be ruined by the yelling of a certain Ravenclaw. “Wednesday Addams, what the hell is wrong with you! Why are you so high up? You are going to be so expelled!” Bianca angrily shouted from below.

“You should climb up.” Wednesday said nonchalantly.

“Why should I listen to yo-'' A deep growl could be heard, and like that Bianca followed Wednesday's suggestions. 

Clink !

The sounds of the metal manacles being strained tightly prevented the wolf from continuing its feast. It licked its fangs as it circled below the two unlucky pairs biding its time.

“Great, you woke it up. Do you know how many creatures I had to feed before it slept?” 

The werewolf's patience barely existed, and their stomach rumbled. Not a good sign to Wednesday. Its talons clawed the wood leaving deadly marks with the drool seeping out of its maw. Its jaw snapped towards them. It was hungry once more despite Wednesday feeding Enid a bunch of random creatures that Wednesday killed.

“Excuse you. What the fuck is that!”

“A werewolf and it was resting peacefully before you woke it up.” She casually said as if it was a normal occurrence. Bianca’s blue eye, not as mesmerising compared to Enid's, twitched by Wednesday’s remarks.

“Of course, you of all people would have a pet werewolf. Why are you here?” Before Wednesday could respond, a loud crack interrupted her thoughts.

C R A C K!

Bianca’s eyes widened to the size of saucers, “That doesn’t sound too good, right.”

Wednesday’s eyes widened as well and focused on the wolf’s metallic leash.The steel chain that held the werewolf in place was snapped apart by something or someone. Maybe Enid should have opted for more chains.This will be a dreadfully interesting night.

The werewolf’s body slammed itself against the tree that held the two students close to the moon, and without being teetered by the iron leash. It was seething with rage and its stomach desperately wanted to be filled completely. It was furiously clawing through the bark. 

S l a m!

A heavy body slammed against the wood with the idea that their prey will drop down from its height. It continued until Bianca slipped out of the branch.

Bianca let out a loud shrill.

With only a hand holding onto the branch, Bianca was going to be chow for the werewolf. The Ravenclaw’s eyes wandered downward. It was the second worst idea she had all night. The first worst idea was deciding to find Wednesday in the Forbidden Forest. She should have just enjoyed the Winter’s ball and not bother the girl’s evening. Now, she was met by large pointy canine teeth trying to rip her legs apart.

“I’m going to fucking die!”

Wednesday whistled for her broom, and it swept Bianca on top. “So, that’s how you get to the Forbidden Forest without detections. I’ll note this for the future unless I die tonight.” 

“Quiet!” Wednesday ordered.

There was the sound of a crunching snow below them. With instinct Wednesday jumped on her pitch-black broom and flew on it towards another direction that was away from the school.

“Where the hell are you taking me? Let me off now!”

“Sure.”

The predator let out an excited howl which made Wednesday’s lip twitched to a smirk. Thank Lucifer that Bianca didn’t notice the joy that Wednesday was experiencing, as she was fearing for her life.

“Nevermind, l take it back!”

“How unfortunate.” Wednesday sped as fast as she could.

Bianca was screaming from the top of her lungs. “Wednesday, this route is too dangerous! We need to head back, now!” 

“Can’t. The werewolf didn’t get out on its own. Someone cut its leash and I need to know who.”

“Who would be stupid enough to do that?” Bianca was asking the right questions which didn’t impress Wednesday. Out of everyone in this school, it was apparent that Bianca was the only one with brain cells.

They kept zooming through the forest. No matter how fast they were going and zig-zagging to avoid colliding with the trees and attempting to confuse the wolf. The werewolf was still hot on their tail. The werewolf was relentless with a boundless amount of energy. Bianca grew more nauseous by Wednesday’s ability to fly a broom. Bianca will never ride with Wednesday, ever again.

The werewolf was still too close to them.

Wednesday could go higher to avoid the rampage of a wolf, but she would lose the culprit. She needed to know why someone would be stupid enough to snap the leash. They could be the culprit of the recent murders. She had to think quickly, but her thought was interrupted by her annoying passenger.

“Hey, Wednesday, do the werewolf’s eyes turn red.” Bianca casually asked.

“No. Naturally it’s pitch black, why?”

“Oh, its eye is definitely turning red.” Wednesday turned her head towards the werewolf and saw its eye shifted from its deadly obsidian eyes to a goregeous blood-red colour.

With immediate understanding of the situation, “Bianca, are you injured?”

“Oh, yea the sharp branches scratched my skin because you were flying like a maniac.” Wednesday’s corner of her lips twitched by the compliment, but nonetheless her face remained stoic.

“Seems like this werewolf has a bloodlust from the smell of it. We need to lose it -.” Before Wednesday could finish her sentence, the werewolf suddenly caught up with them and its jaw clenched at the broom head. It tugged the two pairs backward where they tumbled on the snow.

Within milliseconds, the werewolf pinned Bianca with fangs bared out and foam covered its gum like a rabid animal. Bianca let out a blood curdling shriek. Its hot disgusting breath could be seen in the freezing air. Its disgusting drool was going to be the last thing Bianca will remember. 

Then, it howled to the moon. As the werewolf was distracted by howling to its master, Wednesday quickly climbed on top of Enid’s back with a potion in one of her hands. With extra preparation in case the night turned sour, Wednesday brewed a draught sleeping potion during potion class that could put 10 fully grown men to sleep for 3 days straight. Popping the cork off, she shoved down a potion’s content into the werewolf’s throat as it howled. “Sleep now, mi loba.” Wednesday whispered gently into the wolf’s ear that Bianca wouldn’t be able to hear it.

The potion had a bitter aftertaste that greatly displeased the wolf. With realisation that it chugged a strange concoction, the bloodlust werewolf tried to get Wednesday off of its back by swiping at her. It backed away from its delicious meal and attempted to crush Wednesday between its muscular back and one of the many trees in the forest. 

Wednesday held on tightly to its greyish fur refusing to let go. But being crushed and practically suffocating, as much as Wednesday enjoyed the torture, she couldn’t imagine the thought of Enid finding her deceased body in the snow. She would be riddled with more guilt and self-hate than before. Wednesday only hoped her Sleeping Draught potion would be enough to knock the werewolf out soon.

The werewolf began to blink slowly. Wednesday so close, she could finally hear the werewolf’s heartbeat begin to slow down. The young Addam’s heart was relieved from its stress and almost matched the rhythm with one another. Its body began to feel more fatigue and it collapsed with the snow cushioning its fall.

“Kill that damn thing!”

That thing has a name, but Wednesday could never reveal Enid’s secret, especially to someone like Bianca. Wednesday casually pulled out a silver blade from her sleeves to act on Bianca’s order, because Bianca was unfortunately correct.

If she puts the werewolf out of misery, then future murders will stop. It was the only clear suspect, but the young “detective’s” gut tingled that they cannot be the case.

It couldn’t be.

If she kills the werewolf, then she will end Enid’s life. Would it finally free her from the curse that she so despised? Would that make Enid happier that she is relieved from this curse?

The imagination of Enid’s joyful smile and laughter was nightmarish to Wednesday making her heart palpable. The young Addams pushed the Hufflepuff away to not hurt her, and yet here she is holding death close to her. 

Wednesday’s chest heaved deeply. It was the morally correct thing to do. She placed her blade centimetre away from the werewolf’s neck. She always wanted to kill a supernatural being. It had been a bucket list item of hers. She just never imagined it would be a werewolf of all creatures, and more specifically being Enid. The cheerful bubbly buffoon that made Wednesday’s heart condition worsen when they were apart.

Her fingers gripped tighter to prepare for the slaughter of the beast of the Forbidden Forest.

Without Enid’s presence as of late, Wednesday’s headaches grew terribly annoying. She could barely focus on the murders let alone her own life without the sunshine. If she was gone, would the headache grow more in pain?

With over 10 years of sword training from her father, this was the first time Wednesday’s hand actually trembled with killing something. She had killed animals, and attempted murder before. 

Why couldn’t she do it this time? 

The silver blade that she weld weight tripled as she continued to hold onto it. 

She wasn’t going to harm Enid. The werewolf could rip her apart, but Wednesday couldn’t return the favour.

She could never.

“What’s wrong? Just kill that damn thing!”

“I can’t.” Wednesday deeply exalted, and lowered her blade touching the centimetres of blank snow.

“Don’t tell me the rumours are lies.” Bianca mocked Wednesday.

As Wednesday’s glare grew darker, Bianca slowly backed away from Wednesday. The Prefect didn’t think it was possible for the glare to become more evil, but apparently it was. The goth raised her blade upward once more.

“Ok ok, you don’t have to. I was just kidding. I totally think you can murder someone.”

A tiny snowflake landed on the canine’s nose; the werewolf made a grunt. It was going to wake up soon. Its metabolism will burn through a draught potion any moment. Wednesday devilishly smiled which alarmed the Ravenclaw.

“Either I kill you or it will. Your choice.”

“Neither! Why can’t you-” and then it dawned on Bianca. Wednesday couldn’t kill it, because Wednesday cared about the damn werewolf.

“You know who the werewolf is.” 

Wednesday gritted her teeth.  “I guess I’ll kill you personally.” Her grip tightened around the sword’s handle and her strength was regained.

“Wednesday, hear me out. You don’t have to. I’ll keep this night a secret. Please don’t kill me.” The short girl got closer to Bianca with her blade too close for comfort pointing at the Ravenclaw’s chest. Then a rustle in the bushes ten metres away, and without hesitation, Wednesday threw a hidden dagger at it.

A deer shrieked.

A loud thud followed afterward.

“Let’s go before it wakes up soon. I gave us enough time for it to be distracted. Any word about this night, I’ll personally make you disappear.” Bianca nodded and obediently followed Wednesday back to campus without hesitation. She wasn’t going to be on the Addams’ hit list.

Bianca couldn’t stand the fact they were lost. Wednesday got them lost as they were heading back to the school grounds, but was overly-confident that they were close by. They were not. They continued to bicker in the creepy forest that every student feared being in. Bianca only wished that Enid was with them. Enid was the only person who knew the forest like the back of her hand. She wouldn’t get them lost. Maybe she should call for her. Enid always somehow heard her name metres away.

“Wednesday, admit it that we are lost and we need to call for help- .'' Before Bianca could finish her thoughts, she spotted something lurking in the shadows, and pointed her wand that casted a glow on the figure.

“Who’s there!”

“Shit.” A deep voice that Bianca immediately recognized.

“Xavier? Aren’t you at the party?”

Wednesday immediately rammed towards them slamming against the snow with the silver blade in her hand. It was that moment Wednesday she will know the truth. She might have an actual suspect. She uncloaked the individual. There it was. Bianca was right. Xavier’s exhausted face stared back at them.

“You broke the chains?” His finger twitched and suddenly a beam hitted Wednesday paralysing her. He, then, casted the same spell towards Bianca. 

“Don’t take this personally, but I wasn’t expecting to find both of you.” Xavier escaped into the darkness.

The Slytherin and Ravenclaw were only paralysed for several long minutes at the Dark Forest. Nothing serious. Though Wednesday’s ego was harmed even more. This couldn’t be the second time she would be paralyzed in the Forbidden Forest. The first being Rowan and another time was his former roommate Xavier. 

Bianca and Wednesday were angrily trudging back to the campus with only one thing on their mind as they followed the footprints that seemingly headed back to the Ravenclaw’s dormitory. 

The Ravenclaw openly welcomed Wednesday into her territory.

“This is a one-time thing, I hope you know that.” For the first time, Wednesday fully agreed with Bianca with no quips. Upon entering the Ravenclaw’s dormitory, the common room was spacious with an impressive telescope and an endless amount of scrolls and books that she was tempted to consume. If Wednesday wasn’t sorted into Slytherin, she wouldn’t mind being a Ravenclaw. Although Bianca would have lost her mind much earlier on.

They didn’t even attempt to knock on Xavier’s door. It was the appropriate thing to do after the stunt he just committed on the pair. Wednesday kicked the door wide open, and Bianca slapped the shit out of Xavier waking him up. “What the hell is wrong with you!”

Xavier screamed from the top of his lungs, “Ouch, What the hell are you talking about?”

“You tried to fucking kill me, you asshole!” Another slap to the face.

“You tried to kill me and Wednesday, you dick!” Another slap. Xavier endlessly screamed.

The murderous goth pointed her wand at Xavier’s temple, “Start speaking why you try to kill both of us, and if you don’t I will cast the killing spell.” The commotion woke up the entire Ravenclaw house, but hearing Wednesday and Bianca’s angry tone they decided to stay alive so they minded their own business, and forced themselves to fall back to sleep.

“I swear I have no idea what you are talking about. I’ve been in my room this entire night.”

“I’m not playing games, Thorpe. We both saw you in the Forbidden Forest.”

“Can’t be. I was at the party the entire night until I got back into my room.”

“I don’t fucking trust him. He used to gaslight me when we dated.” Wednesday called for the spell to extract memories to see it for herself. 

Wednesday saw Xavier’s last hours and it was true. He wasn’t in the Forbidden Forest at all. He ended up dancing with Tyler at the party.

“Then, who was you last night?”

An Xavier-look-alike wandered the Forbidden Forest heaving intensely. It took so much energy to outsmart a werewolf that ended up chasing him at the end of the night, and finding Wednesday and Bianca was just the icing on the cake tonight. Luckily, they had their ex-roommate hair, so they could brew a polyjuice potion to help them transform their appearance, in case discovered by anyone.

They didn’t expect to see the unlikely pair at a time like this. Wednesday should have been expected in the Dark Forest, but that close to a werewolf she probably had a death wish. Bianca could have died, if not for Wednesday. The plan was to lure several drunk students from the Winter’s Ball to the Forbidden Forest, so the werewolf would kill them.

An annoyed sighed let out in the air.

Their plans were ruined. Someone was supposed to die last night. They need to strategize a new idea to get rid of another mudblood or mudbloods. They crouched down to the ground as their face began to shift into their natural face. It was painful as the polyjuice wore off. But finally back to their natural appearance, they put on their much needed glasses.

“Rowan, what are you doing back here?” Rowan smirked back at the other figure.

“I’m here for you.”

A week quickly passed since, and it was the last day of the fall semester with dark grey clouds roamed over Hogwarts. Everyone wished each other happy holidays, and lugged their items to the train to head back home.

While everyone was leaving Hogwarts, only Wednesday was still at the school grounds. She couldn’t believe she had failed her mission, as she lit the flame for her bonfire. She was nowhere close to figuring out the murderer who seemingly framed her. 

The bonfire crackled as it seemingly mocking her.

As promised, she tossed her second murder board of the semester in the bonfire on the same open fields.

The bonfire slowly melted the snow around the flame.

The orange flame glowed on the colourless cheeks keeping her warm.

The suspect photo’s edge burned away into ashes.

Cryptic writings were melted away.

The golden embers slowly weakened, but still kept burning the ashes of her fixation. 

But soon after, the cinder became too faint to keep the flame bright. The aggressive winter’s wind howled the warmth away leaving Wednesday staring at the dark grey smoke escaping the bonfire with no cinder left at the bonfire to keep going. 

The bonfire no longer radiated its soft warmth to Wednesday Addams leaving her with the winter cold.

Chapter Text

During the brutal winter cold of December, where all of the students of Hogwarts safely returned home for their break and holidays, there were an increasing number of strange deaths all over Great Britain, and the real authorities of the investigation found something important.

Patterns.

The first pattern was that all the victims were muggles of varying ages. The second pattern was that the murders were sprotic, but it was clear the murderer would strike in the middle of the night. The third clearest pattern was where most of the murders occurred, there were drawings of a large human skull with a serpent coming out of its mouth, the symbol of the Death Eaters, the Dark Mark. Investigators wondered whether it was a hoax or not.

The Ministry of Magic was aware of the situation at hand, and they initially attempted to keep the murders as quiet as they could. They wanted to pretend it was someone playing a cruel and evil joke. However, their idea of peace and quiet was soon interrupted.

In the Galpin’s household, a rich dark chocolate-coloured analog clock’s arm paced slowly to eight at night. “Hey Dad, are you joining me for New Year’s Eve dinner, this year?” Tyler placed the Chinese takeout on the table as the yearly tradition of wishing his father joined him for one dinner.

His father hastily put his coat on, “Can’t. We finally got a new tip on the serial killer’s next target. I’ll join you next year.”

“Really? Crazy question, can I join you? I’m trying to impress a girl who kinda likes murder-?” Before Tyler could finish his sentence, a loud smoke went off. Like always, his father left just like every year, and practically almost every day since the break. Tyler understood his father’s work, but couldn’t his father take a day off. It was the holiday. What kind of murderer would strike on New Year’s Eve?

Tyler grunted, “Happy New Year’s eve to you too, dad.”

“Why did you kill her?” It was the million pound question that weighed against the older man’s life.

“Who?” 

“You know exactly who.”

Rowan’s mother.

Mrs. Laslow was considered one of the greatest Prophets all over Great Britain, who had incredibly talented with Divination. Her ability to see the future to perfect accuracy was beyond impressive to all wizards in the wizarding world, as Divination was difficult to master. Everyone around the world would come to her to see their prophecy, and it always came true. But, her greatest foresight was when she saw that she would have a son. Her dreams of motherhood beckons, and for that she had distanced herself away from the world of magic. Her only focus was Rowan, her only child.

Many would consider Rowan to be a mama’s boy. He was always close by tightly gripping her hand as if he feared one day he would lose her soon.

When they used to buy groceries together, they always passed by the shop's keeper window. In the reflection, she always pointed out that he got her kind smile and soft milk chocolate eyes, which only made him grin wider.

Besides their similar physical appearance, they also shared the love of knowing the future. So every night, rather than being given bedtime stories, he would ask his mother to read his future or anyone’s future. Mrs. Laslow found it quite amusing on her son’s piqued interest in her line of work, despite retiring from it. He was always curious how Divination worked, and was one of the many reasons he was excited to attend Hogwarts next year.

Mrs. Laslow sat at the edge of her son’s bed preparing a simple divination. Nothing complicated. The greyish crystal ball was gently placed in front of Rowan. Rowan never got sick of how his mother explained each time as she prepared, and she loved the way his eyes sparkled with curiosity. He will make a fine Ravenclaw one day. The way his mother was calm, and had a sparkle in her eyes excited to see the future.

The crystal ball’s normally cloudy colour slowly became clear. Normally, Rowan saw nothing significant, but it began to glow a dark crimson red. Rowan’s eyes gazed at his mother patiently waiting for an explanation.

“No… this can’t be right.” Mrs. Laslow’s usual laxed aura shifted to tenseness quickly. Rowan curiously looked back at the cryptic crystal ball for an answer. It flashed images of a young girl in dark attire with blood on her hands with a body under her. Homes that barely resemble home and were just rubble on the ground. Big Ben was in flames, and thousands of civilians were running for their dear life. In the middle of chaos, there was Voldemort. He was the greatest fear for all wizards.

“Sir, I know what I saw.”

“You believe you saw his resurrection, correct.” One of auror asked.

“Yes. It’s no longer believed. I saw the future. His body, in the flesh, walking amongst us.”

“Was there a prophecy that you foresaw?”

“I did. It was a child destined for loneliness who can draw the rarest and oldest lineage blood that can resurrect the dark lord; bringing mass destruction to all worlds, human and wizard.”

“Who else knows about this?”

“Me and -.” There was an unsettling feeling in her stomach.

“And who else?”

“No one else. Just me and myself.” Mrs. Laslow chuckled off to ease the awkward tension as the one of the Ministry of Magic Council scribbled down her prophecy. 

Coming back from primary school, Rowan returned to his eerily quiet home. As he approached the front white wooden door, he noticed there was a slight gap. Something felt wrong. As he paid attention to the strange gap, he heard a heated argument inside his house. There was a voice he immediately recognized as his mother, but there was another one. A man’s voice that was not his father nor anyone that Rowan recognized.

“Why are you doing this?” His mother’s voice pleaded.

“You saw something that you shouldn’t have, and the Ministry of Magic doesn’t need this matter to come to light.” The man’s hostile voice sent Rowan’s knees shaking.  Rowan quickly paced himself heading towards the front window, and peered inside to see what was going on. There the child saw his mother, on her knees with streams of tears on her cheeks, as the stranger raised their wand towards his mother’s skull. Then, a blast of light blinded Rowan.

Thud!

The next thing he knew his mother slumped to the ground laying there on top of his family living room’s carpet no longer breathing. His heart fell to the ground, and shattered into a billion pieces.

Everything went silent.

His leg moved backward, and began to walk away from the scene of the crime pretending he didn’t see anything. He couldn’t believe his eyes.

His mother’s death barely made any sense to the 10 year old Rowan. But, what he did know was the prophecy that they were so afraid of was the most likely reason for his mother’s death.

His head spun backward, and realised that he was beyond far away from home. He had walked so long that the bright clear blue sky turned into a dark red-orange. He didn’t want to return home to see his mother’s lifeless body, but he knew would have to face his new reality. 

Royal blue sirens gazed at his distressed face. There were too many aurors everywhere. There was a queasy feeling that upset his stomach. His father, who had finally returned home, was answering questions from authorities. His body dragged itself towards his father.

“Dad?”

“Rowan, are you okay? You usually come early.”

The investigator looked at Rowan, and Rowan could no longer breathe. The man that was staring at his soul was the same man that killed his mother.

The auror asked Rowan once more, “are you okay, son?”

His throat felt dry, and struggled to utter any words, “...y…yea.”

“Where were you earlier?”

I watched you kill my mother.

Rowan lied, “I just came back from school.”

His father raised an eyebrow at Rowan’s statement. “I hung out at a friend’s place afterward.” Vague description, but Rowan was panicking.

“When was the last time you saw your mother?”

When her body fell down to the carpet.

He bit the inside of his cheek, “This morning when I left for school.”

“Did she act differently this morning?”

“N…no.” Mr. Laslow noticed how pale his son was, and interjected, “I think that’s enough. Where is she? Where’s my wife? ”

The auror sighed, “I’m sorry to inform you, but she has been found deceased earlier this evening.”

His father’s face was in disbelief as if his soul left his body. Rowan's stomach couldn’t take the impending news. He gurgled everything out, and shed countless tears that dripped onto the front lawn of the home that his mother cared and loved so much.

With water blurring his sights, he looked back at the man that stood in front of him; he vowed. He vowed to kill him, and by any means he will make the Ministry of Magic pay for costing his mother her life. So, when he was offered a deal with the Death Eaters to guarantee the future of destruction of the Ministry of Magic, he gladly took it.

Now, it was finally Rowan’s chance to take away the man that killed his mother.

“I remember you. You were the boy that lost his mother, Laslow’s child, correct?” 

Rowan commanded, “Tell me the real reason she died.”

“...It was an order to prevent the public outcry. If word got out, then the public would be in fear, and the Ministry of Magic needed her to be silenced, so there won’t be any hysteria. I just did my job.”

The shadow’s grip on his neck was released allowing the man to easily breathe again, but Rowan’s wand was waved in front of the retired auror.

On his knees, the man begged, “Please! I’ve told you what you wanted. Have Mercy-!'' The plea ended with a man screaming for dear life as the neck’s vein bursted out.

Then, inside the house where the man screamed, there was a sudden drop to the ground. It would be the last sound that echoed in the lifeless home. No one heard that man’s pleas, beside the shadows that grinned back waving their wand.

Neighbours noticed through their living room’s window as they were enjoying their New Year’s Eve dinner that the dark starry night sky was shrouded by thick heavy smoke. Soon, the sky was pierced by a green light and radiated across town. The charcoal clouds began to take a different shape. 

A skull and a serpent slithered out of its jaw. The eye socket, in the skull, radiated a bright green aura. Lighting scattered the night sky, and the thunder roared. Morsmordre. A spell that Death Eaters casted their symbol in the sky to mark over the homes of anyone they killed. That was enough to alert the public that Voldemort would return. 

Every household, in the area, was unable to utter any words. Everyone felt that time had stopped at that very moment. The atmosphere was filled with the sound of rapidly pounding heartbeats.

“Shit. We were too late.” Tyler’s father, Donovan, mumbled as he forcefully entered the newly lifeless home. But, by the time Donovan entered the home, the murderer had disappeared once again. He was so close to unravelling the killer.

In the Ministry of Magic’s headquarters, it was on the brink of chaos. “Who knows about the situation?”

“Just my team and now you.” Mr. Galpin said.

Mr. Tanaka rubbed his chin nervously, “We can’t let anyone else know.”

“Know what?” Mr. Thorpe appeared out of thin air.

“This does not pertain to you.” Mr. Tanaka coldly spoke to Mr. Thorpe like always. They weren’t friends, but respected each other as they were colleagues. However, Mr. Tanaka despised Mr.Thorpe for overstepping his jurisdiction constantly, especially about something like this.

“Really? So I did not imagine someone casting Morsmordre last night.”

“Shit.” Yoko’s father rubbed his temple and forehead.

“Yea, a lot of people saw it. So, the real question is who died?”

“One of ours.” Donovan whispered as quietly as he could fearing one may hear the impending news.

“Shit…They finally have the nerves to strike us now…that must mean the prophecy must be coming true.” Mr. Thorpe became more visibly panicked, and Mr. Tanaka stepped out of the conversation.

Mr. Thorpe raised an eyebrow, “Where are you going?”

“I’m going to talk to my daughter.”

“To warn her again that her best friend might kill her?”

“I remind her every day…No, I wonder if she will keep an eye on her from afar.”

The rumours and gossip began to spread and spread, like wildfire amongst the public. But, everyone at the Ministry of Magic was uncertain of the full situation. They had killed the ring leader, Esther Sinclair. The Death Eaters should have been weakened, yet it seemed to gain more strength by the day, as if they were preparing a revolution. This was of great concern to the Ministry of Magic, because they might have been wrong about who they actually punished. 

They were slowly losing the public trust for their safety and within a few days of the incident, some parents had already pulled their children out of Hogwarts due to the rampant fear that their children might be the next sacrifice for Voldemort, which he was dead. The Ministry of Magic was certain that he was dead. 

He had to be dead, right?

“No. You’re not here for me.” The blonde colourful girl shooked her head.

Rowan revealed his dark mark on his forearm. The tattoo was only for those trusted by Voldemort. Enid gulped loudly. “Actually, I am.” 

“I heard you also successfully went through the initiation, as well and also received the mark before me.” Enid chose not to respond. Rowan got closer to Enid, and took her left arm to see the mark.

“It’s old…you must be so young to gain it. Impressive.”

Enid pulled her arm back, and breathed deeply, “and yours is new. I don’t recall you at any meetings.”

“Sorry, I was too busy murdering for a good reason.” Rowan must have been the recent killings, and most likely framing Wednesday. He was dangerous, and Enid needed to get away from him. He had his own agenda, a very vicious agenda.

“Don’t leave just yet. I have yet to offer something that you desire.”

Enid was disinterested in whatever Rowan would offer, “Like you know what I want.”

“Companion. A friend. ” It was the only thing that Enid wanted at the moment. Then, a dim light bulb lit up. He must have known about her prophecy.

“...And what do you want in return?” Rowan smirked at Enid, and approached her until he was a few centimetres apart.

He leaned over to her ear, and whispered, “I just want revenge against the Ministry of Magic. I think that’s something we have in common already, the girl who is destined for eternal loneliness.” 

“Tempting, but you have your own agenda that I don’t trust.” Enid gently shoved him backward which made him stumble amongst the snow.

“You would rather go back to the people that betrayed you, and refuse to look at you! The ones that shunned you when you needed them most. The ones that’s willing to lock you up at the worst prison, Azkaban. You are a lone wolf in a desert. You don’t belong with them, and you never have.”

Enid never wanted to sock someone in the face more than ever before, but she halted herself as she heard loud snow crunched behind Rowan. A strong aroma of earthy soil entered the vicinity that Enid immediately recognized. The figure stood next to Rowan, and gave a look to Enid and she knew. They had to trust him, and whatever agenda he had planned to gain an upper-hand against the Ministry of Magic.

Enid took a last glance at Hogwarts with the orange-red glow sunrise behind it. Then, the Hufflepuff locked eyes with the exiled student staring deeply as she attempted to figure Rowan out, but he kept smirking at her amongst the shadow. She couldn’t tell what his real agenda was, but she knew he was filled with vengeance. 

Enid hesitantly headed over to Rowan.

The exiled student grinned, “Time to resurrect the impossible.”

Chapter Text

The spring semester finally arrived, and everyone was returning back to Hogwarts from their home. Wednesday Addams was slowly trudging through inches of snow that covered the grey and emery uneven cobblestone path. Blankets of snow were being crushed under her 5 inch ebony leather snow boot.

To Wednesday, home was miserable. She finally became ill the moment she arrived back in New Jersey, and no matter what remedy her abuela concocted there seemed to be no cure for her sudden illness.

Her family coddled her to the point of suffocation. They were having a delightful time diagnosing her with everything from the common cold to dangerous curses. Wednesday hoped to gain a dangerous curse and succumb to her demise soon. Throughout the entire break day after day, her body has gradually weakened with no explanation, and has continued to weaken.

It was on one of the chilly nights when her father entered her room. Normally Wednesday would be typing her latest novel on her type-writer, but instead she was lying in bed like every other night since she came back. She was bedridden, practically paralysed, barely able to consume food, and struggled to breath without coughing violently. She was feverish all night long, and constantly sneezed at the most inconvenient time.

“Mija, how are you feeling?”

“I feel that death hasn’t collected me yet. Cough . Cough . Is there another illness you want to diagnose with me?” Wednesday weakly spoke.

“Not an illness, another curse that we haven’t spoken yet?” Wednesday’s mind already filtered what curse her father was referring to. His tells were too obvious. She may be ill, but her mind was still sharp as a knife.

“Have you fallen in love recently?”

With all of her energy, Wednesday quickly retorted, “No! Cough . I haven’t fallen in love with anyone. Cough. ”

“Mi deadly viper, it was only an idea. The Addam’s curse makes us insane. It makes us weak without them. It can kill us without our soulmate’s presence, and importantly they can kill us. But, if you say you haven’t then -”

“I haven’t. That’s final. Cough .” Wednesday weakly uttered. Her parents knew the truth, but to respect their daughter’s wishes they did not push the idea that she was already cursed.

Gomez nodded his head, “I believe you, but remember, love is our fuel, and our impending death.”

“I’m not in WHEEZE  in love.”

“Alright mija, I’ll see if your abuela has a new concoction that should allow you to walk again. But, you don’t have to go back to Hogwarts with your deadly illness. You should stay here, instead.”

“No. I am quite enjoying Cough tormenting my professors and classmates at Hogwarts. I already Sneeze made an entire town fear me and they wish death upon me.”

Gomez manically laughed, “How dreadful. Rest now my little dark storm cloud.”

“Terrible night, father.”

Wednesday believed she had not fallen for the Addam’s curse as she already pushed away any potential lovers, but all of the signs pointed at it. The eldest Addam’s child was absurdly stubborn about her situation, and it might cost her life one day.

As Wednesday was walking to the Slytherin’s dormitory wheezing and sniffling, she spotted a new face that she did not immediately recognize. With closer inspection of the new face, it was an old acquaintance, Enid Sinclair. Wednesday couldn’t help noticing that Enid gained a new sense of height that towered her, and a more muscular build. Her blonde hair became more platinum blonde. It was almost like silver. There was no more colour in her hair. No more of the disgusting cotton candy pink and blue hair colour mixture. Her blue eyes were cold and distant with dark bags under eyes. There was no more gleam of light in her pupils as if it was almost lifeless. Had she not been sleeping well? 

Tyler bumped into a frozen Wednesday. “Oh we are so fuck for quidditch.” Suddenly, Wednesday’s breath returned back to her as if she was never ill to begin with.

A week has passed since coming back to Hogwarts, and in the darkest corner of the library, there was the elusive Addams looking for a new book to keep her distracted so she doesn’t investigate the murders as she kept her promise from last semester. She had read practically every literature from potions to magical creatures, and hoped to learn something interesting. But at last, she must find something else that can intrigue her to any degree which happens to be quite difficult. Maybe, she will look into spellbooks today. It has been awhile. That’s when Wednesday heard soulless gossip from her classmates. While the Slytherin would ignore the frivolous gossip, they had mentioned Enid’s name for a brief second, and her ears perked up.

“Have you seen Sinclair? She looks so disinterested, and has been so rude to everyone. I saw a Slytherin bump into her, and they fell down to the ground. She didn’t even say sorry to them.”

“I know, right. It’s not like her and she always says sorry but this… it’s kinda doing something to me.”

“Thank Merlin, I’m not alone on this. I thought I was going crazy. I’m like she could be evil and sacrifice my soul, but that’s kinda hot.” One of them tucked a strand of hair behind their ear.

Another Hogwarts student joined in, “Wait, are you talking about Sinclair’s new appearance?”

The two other Hogwart students vigorously nodded. “She’s kinda rocking this new look. Took her long enough to get rid of the rainbow and sunshine attitude. I knew she was faking this entire time, and now having a good glimpse. It’s like a glow up.”

There was a boiling feeling in her stomach as if her stomach acid was replaced with gasoline, and a lit match was just thrown in to ignite it. Wednesday angrily grabbed the nearest book from the shelf, and walked over to the trio. She pulled out a switch-blade from her sleeves, “Speak poorly of Sinclair again, and I will personally slice all of your tongues off.”

Wednesday’s switch-blade pointed at one of their throats, “Woah, Addams. We weren’t speaking poorly of her.” They all began to panic sweat.

“Yea, we were just complimenting her new look.” The Slytherin’s dark bleak eyes twitched at their comments.

“Have you not seen her lately? She is right there next to the prohibited magic section looking devilish, I must say.” 

“Come on, Addams. I’m sure you’re down bad too.” Wednesday was unsure whatever “down bad” was, but out of curiosity, she did take a quick peek at Enid, and her lips parted a bit like her breath was taken away from her. Their noticeable and creepy glare bothered the Hufflepuff from across, and she gave the middle-finger at them and stormed off. One of them had the audacity to fall onto their knees, and whispered, “she can sacrifice me any day.”

Wednesday was offended. No one has ever collapsed on the floor for her to be sacrificed. She must learn whatever technique Enid was using. But more importantly, it was outrageous to the young Addams by the comment that Enid looked better without her colours. She looked better with that disgusting blue and pink hair, and nothing could change Wednesday’s mind.

After listening to the other students make those revolting comments about Enid, Wednesday angrily sat down at one of the many tables in the library to read the random book that she had picked up earlier. As Wednesday turned to the cover, it seemed that she picked up the patronus spellbook. It has not been touched in ages as the yellowish dust stuck to its leather cover and her finger. All it needs is cobways to make it more intriguing.

The young Addams only knew that the patronus spell was a difficult spell to cast, and was no longer taught at Hogwarts. Maybe, that’s why it was left out there untouched for years. The spell was quite effective against Dementors, a soulless creature, and the spell has acted as a defensive spell. Dementors aren’t common nowadays, and Wednesday would most likely never use it practically, but nonetheless Wednesday was up for the challenge. She began cracking the spine of the spellbook. But before Wednesday could read anything about the patronus spell, a very dishevelled Yoko plopped down next to the Slytherin’s resident black cat at the library, “I’m worried about Enid.” Wednesday was also slightly concerned about Enid’s recent appearance as well but was less evident compared to Yoko.

“Likewise.”

“I know you are this cold heartless monster- wait did you admit you are worried?” Yoko readjusted her shades as if straightening her shade would clear her hearing.

“I knew you were practically blind, but don’t tell me you happen to be deaf as well.”

“When did you become worried?”

“That’s none of your concern.”

“....So like when people were ogling her, right? Like, we all saw someone falling to their knees, right.” Wednesday did not nod, as she won’t please Yoko’s obnoxiously large ego already. It was getting too large that one day it might actually explode, and Wednesday would be in the front row to see it happen. 

Yoko's grin became wider than normal. “Anyways, I’m thinking let’s investigate what happened to Enid, because there’s definitely something wrong.” This intrigued Wednesday’s curiosity. She never imagined Yoko being an investigator, maybe Wednesday was wrong about her impression of Yoko’s personality.

“Are any of your friends going to join us?”

“I have already asked everyone. Bianca said Enid was probably going through an emo teen-angst phase, and I’m overthinking as usual. Kent and Divina told me they were too busy already with quidditch and chorus. Eugene said he was scared because if the rumours were true, he would be killed since he is a muggle. Xavier said he couldn’t because it would be a bad look on his parents and he was afraid of the rumours as well. Ajax was just high and couldn’t respond to me. So, I was left with you, as my last resort.”

“Luckily for you, I have always enjoyed good stalking.” Wednesday smiled creepily as she pulls out two military-grade binoculars from her bookbag. Yoko only prayed that she wouldn't regret working with Wednesday. 

The pair decided to join forces, and investigated Enid’s strange behaviour. The first thing the two did was inspect Enid’s daily behaviour. It was the usual going to classes, eating, and studying. The only difference, from the previous semester, was that Enid decided to volunteer for Herbology this semester. Rowan used to volunteer for Herbology, but after his expulsion, there was an empty space. To learn more about this new information, they had to ask the Magizoology professor why she wasn’t volunteering with them this semester. Enid loved working with creatures, from the cutesy magical beast that you want to cuddle with to a ferocious dragon that will burn you to death. The professor's explanation was they were afraid of Enid and refused to accept her as one of his volunteers. He, then, began insulting her and her character, as if she wasn’t the happy-go-lucky student who enjoyed spending time taking care of the mythical creatures last semester. The Magizoology professor changed the narrative as if Enid was using the volunteer opportunity to gather equipment for evil purposes and chaos.

The moment the idiotic professor spewed venomous words of Enid, Wednesday was grabbing her kitchen knife from her socks. It took all of Yoko’s strength to drag the shorter girl away from the professor before she could stab him a million times in the heart and make a deep cut at one of the main arteries. Wednesday, even, threatened to unlock the cages of all the creatures in the middle of the night at the end of the conversation to strike fear in the Magizoology professor’s eye, which she was very successful at.

As they headed towards the quidditch field, where Enid was most likely preparing for the upcoming quidditch game next week, Wednesday pondered after all her intense anger simmered down. “What did the Magizoology professor mean he was afraid of Enid? She has the personality of a golden retriever. She is kind, helpful and obnoxiously forgiving.”

“Damn the rumours are right, you don’t pay attention to rumours and gossip. Like seriously do you not read the newsletter here?”

“Rumours are usually false and I was mainly… ill during my time home, so no I have not had the chance to read the latest gossip.” The Slytherin sneered at the word gossip.

“Oh. Well, it was before break… Doesn’t matter, but her mum died.”

Wednesday was taken back by the news. “Oh, then condolences.”

“You don’t have to. Her mum was an evil witchy bitch, no offence.”

“Don’t. I’m quite flattered that you think I’m evil.” Yoko squinted her eyes at Wednesday’s comment.

“Anyways, her mum was a Death Eater. Like one of the top heads. Apparently, she was organising a war and resurrection of Voldemort, according to my dad. There was this rumour that she … might be the key to this prophecy that can end the world.” Wednesday recalled the last moments before the break on how everyone didn’t run away from her, but rather Enid. They scrambled at the mere sight of the obnoxious sweet blonde. 

“So was it the reason you stopped talking to her as well? Were you afraid of the rumours of your bff?”

Yoko’s lip trembled and attempted to swallow a tennis-ball size of guilt that was lodged in her throat.

The tiny snowflakes were gently dancing in front of the window of Tanaka's dormitory and the Tanaka’s family owl landed on the window sill waiting for the young Tanaka to open it up. The snow coloured owl chirped as it attempted to gain Yoko’s attention in the middle of the night. As Yoko noticed a strange figure on her window, her excitement grew. “Yooooo, Yuki. What are you doing here at a time like this?”

It titled its head and loudly chirped, and suddenly Yoko was getting reprimanded by the family’s owl for staying up so late once again. “You should be grateful that I’m awake so that I can let you in.” Yoko opened the dormitory’s window quickly, but yet the winter wind snuck inside. Yuki entered her master’s school dormitory, and it got herself comfortable in the warmth.

“Hehe, yoink.” Yoko usually never received any mail during the school year, especially from her family. It was near the break, so they had no real reason to reach out to her as she will be back home soon and they could just deliver the news by mouth. So whatever the letter contained, it must be urgent and important.

As Yoko unwrapped the letter, she noticed that the letter was from her father based on the handwriting. Usually her father would write pages after pages reminding her to take her O.W.L’s, the wizard exam seriously, but this letter was short. It was read as, “You must stay away from your friend, Enid Sinclair. Do not speak and do not interact with her in any way or shape or form. If you disobey, I’ll remove you from Hogwarts for your own safety. She’s dangerous. Everything will be revealed soon in the morning in the Daily Prophet. I cannot disclose any more.” 

No.

That couldn’t be right. Enid wasn’t dangerous. She legit collapsed to her knees, and sobbed for hours when she stepped on a worm saying that it could have been her girlfriend, and she just killed her.

Has there been a lot of murder and deaths in the school since Enid came? Yea, but it was all coincidence. Besides, all of the murders happened when Enid was nowhere to be found, and she always disappeared once a month. That didn’t sound right to Yoko, and soon she felt a pit in her stomach.

Shit. It was not looking good for her best friend.

But, her best friend forever wasn’t capable of murder. No, it had to be something else.

Yoko laid in her bed staring from her window at the boundless Forbidden Forest until the sun rose. All night long, she was unable to fall asleep with only worries about what her bff could have done.

In the early morning, Yoko got her hands on the latest Daily Prophet, and kept rereading the headliner article over and over. It mentioned her mother being a Death Eater and Yoko’s stomach twisted in knots. Enid never told her that her mother was a Death Eater. Enid rarely spoke about her family. The article, then, accused Enid being one as well, and Yoko’s airpipe tightened as if she was being squeezed to death. The article accused her beloved best friend was the main reason all of her classmates were most likely dead as they were probably sacrificed. 

Then her tears were dropped down into the newspaper, smudging the ink. Her father warned her that her best friend was dangerous, but Yoko never imagined that it was because she was raised by Death Eaters, and was one herself.

There was always fear amongst the wizarding world against Death Eaters. They had hunted and killed anyone for their leader, he-must-not-be-named, and their disgusting ideology about a pure wizard society. They wanted to cleanse the wizarding world, and it was always told as a horror story as a child. When Yoko first heard about them, when she was six years old, she couldn’t sleep for weeks. Now, she could barely digest this news about her friend being one.

Was she lying to her this entire time to get close to her and her family?

Was she even her friend this entire time or was she using her for a hidden agenda?

Who was actually Enid Sinclair?

She was dangerous… and Yoko needed to stay away from her.

Knock.

Spoken of the devil, the Gryffindor was paralyzed in the presence of her best friend knocking on her door to get her attention.

The fireplace was brightly burning with charred logs keeping the flame alive and the room illuminating red hue everywhere. Their Christmas stocking has yet to be placed back into storage as their laziness got the best of them. Yoko and Mrs.Tanaka were sitting on their expensive rustic leather couch warmed by the flame. Her mother was reading the Daily Prophet, while Yoko was lying down on the floor waiting for Divina’s text on a muggle device, called a phone.

“It’s kinda weird that Enid isn’t with us this year.” Her mother spoke kindly of her. She held no resentment over Enid compared to Yoko. This baffled Yoko. How could her mother speak so nicely of Enid after what she was accused of and the secret she kept away from them.

“Do you believe what everyone has been saying?”

“That sweetheart that cared for baby snakes her first summer here, and raised them as her own. No. But, if she did, I know she did it because she had no choice… Desperation drives irrational decisions, honey.” Yoko paid close attention to her mother. Despite Yoko knowing Enid the longest, her mother understood Enid the most. They were both sorted into the Hufflepuff house, so if anyone knew what Enid felt. It would be her mother.

Yoko slowly got up off the ground, “I feel like I don’t even know this girl. She kept so many secrets and lies. Who was she really? Was she just using me to get close to us? For the Ministry? Like I avoided her for over a month to protect myself. For dad. To protect his alliance as well as our family... I’m scared if it’s real…I’m scared of her.” Yoko sat on their family couch staring at her mother with watery eyes.

“Sweetheart, it’s okay to be scared. It’s understandable.” Her mother placed the newspaper down on the coffee table, and got closer to Yoko. She leaned over and placed her head on Yoko’s shoulder as they both stared at the fireplace.

“For all we know, Enid will always be the Enid that we had known all those years. She will always be a respectful kind-hearted soul with so much love to give, but her secrets … well I can’t answer those. I bet she’s afraid too. I think she always knew what the world would have to say about it, and maybe…maybe that’s the reason she kept it to herself for so long. Take a look around, we are living in her fear of the secret being out.”

“The whole world hates her, you know.”

Her mother turned her head and faced Yoko, “Do you, as well?”

Yoko was hesitant. She hated the fact her friend kept something as big as this to her all these years, and in the sense betrayed her. The poor Gryiffndor barely recognized Enid after the news, and for that Yoko lost all of her trust with the Hufflepuff.

But at the same time, she couldn’t hate her completely. There was an empty void that could not be filled, and Yoko wanted that empty space to be replaced. But, there was nothing that could replace Enid’s place as much as Yoko's endeavours. There was a part of her that wishes everything could work out like how they used to where they were carefree without worries. She wanted to hear her out that day, but if she did, what would happen to her? Would her father pull her out of school and she no longer have any connection to her. It would end their friendship. It seemed inevitable at that time and even now. What if it’s all true? There were so many what-ifs and uncertainty, and the mixed feelings all swirled around within her.

“I … I am not sure. I feel like I should, but I can’t fully hate her. Do you hate her like everyone else?”

“Not at all. I see her as my own child alongside you. How could I ever hate her?”

“I think she hates me, and I don’t think I can ever fix that.” Her mother exhaled a deep sigh, pressed her lips together, and gave the tightest hug against Yoko.

On New Year's Day, her father called Yoko into his home-office. Yoko had the assumption the conversation was about the following semester at Hogwarts. Could it be O.W.L expectations or obeying his orders?

Yoko nonchalantly greeted her father, “What’s up, my dude?”

“Never address me like that ever again.” Yoko solemnly nodded her head.

Yoko slumped onto the desk chair sitting across from her father, “Yoko, I still want you to keep a distance from Enid, but I need you to observe her behaviour.” 

“So after telling me she is dangerous, and I should stay away from her. You want me to get closer to observe.”

“That’s correct.”

“Why?”

Her father handed her today’s Daily Prophet, and pointed at the article with the headline, “Retired Ministry of Magic Figure Killed by Death Eater and You Might Be Next!”. 

“We believe she is somehow connected to the Ministry of Magic’s death, but we aren’t certain.”

“I’m not going to investigate my ex-friend.”

“You have to. I didn’t want you to know this, but … Enid has this prophecy, and she was chosen by the Dark Lord to commit a sacrifice to bring him back to life.”

“So, you weren’t fucking kidding when you said she might sacrafice someone the other day?”

“Because we weren’t sure if it was real. I told you to stay away from her because it seemed quite definitive that she was a Death Eater… but I’m worried that you might be the sacrificial piece that can bring forth destruction.”

Yoko was silent.

“What?”

“We are one of the oldest and one of the most powerful wizard lineages and that makes us important to the Death Eaters. Our blood is potent enough that it might resurrect one of the most dangerous wizards of all time with the right incantation”

Enid could never, but then again did Yoko even know her ex-bff.

“Despite that I can be a sacrifice, you still want me to get close to her.”

“You don’t have to be close, just … observe her from afar. If she shows dangerous signs, you need to notify me or anyone in the Ministry. I need you to be brave, because if she is then we can capture her and no one else has to die and she won’t face any consequences. Do it to protect her from any irrational decision that she might make.” 

Protect her.

The moment her father said those words, Yoko had a flood of her early memories of Enid where they got into tussles and fought over the smallest things possible leading to the both of them receiving detention. Every moment they spent in the infirmary room shouting unflattering names at each other. Every moment they passed each other in hallways, they would scowl at the other one.

Then,Yoko remembered the exact moment when they became close was when Enid was teased by some older Slytherin’s student, and Yoko threw her fist into their cheeks. Although Yoko lost that fight, they became close afterward.

After getting revenge on the bullies, Yoko had always acted as Enid’s older sister. She was protective and cared for her immensely as if she was her family. No one ever bullied Enid ever again as well as Yoko. They still teased each other, but it was like siblings making fun of each other. When they occasionally fought, they would always end up forgiving each other. 

When Yoko, initially, found out that Enid had nowhere to go during the breaks, she had always invited her to her home every break. Enid rarely talked about her family, but Enid always did talk about Yoko as if she was her family.

And no matter whatever happened before, deep down Yoko still had that older sister's mentality and will do whatever it takes to protect her little sister.

“...I will only do it…if only if Enid drastically changes and it becomes concerning.”

But Enid did change, and it worried the constantly laxed Gyrffindor.The Gryffindor saw the difference, and for that she heeded her father’s orders. She needed to make sure her little sister was going to be okay. She won’t let her get hurt or hurt others.

“I’m a terrible friend, okay. I wanted to stay by her side. I really wanted to. Fuck!”  Yoko was bawling her eyes out. Although unable to see the teary eyes, streams of tears were coming out of the shades. It was almost comical.

“I didn’t say you are a terrible friend. I just ask if-”

“But, I am! My dad told me to stay away from her at all costs. Telling me that Enid, my best friend in the entire galaxy, would sacrifice me for the dark lord. I couldn’t disobey him. If I did, he would take me out of this school, just like every other parent who is scared right now knowing that Enid attends this school with their kids. Three kids died last semester and everyone's pointing their figure at her.”  Yoko vigorously wiped the snot coming out of nose.

“I have this great thing with Divina, now. The only reason I’m actually investigating my best friend is because I don’t recognize her anymore, and I vowed to my dad I will only do it if she changes. She would never do the things everyone says. But now, I’m starting to think maybe and I’m scared… I’m scared of my own best friend. I have known this girl for four years and now, I have ignored her for over 3 months and she can’t even look at my shades and I can’t look at her.” Yoko rambled out everything, and kept sobbing throughout.

“You mean eyes?”

“No, shades.” Yoko sniffed her snot back up.

“...You purposefully ignored her alongside everyone else. You shunned her, because of a situation she had no control over. She isn’t what rumours or prophecy say she is. She is Enid, and will always be the Enid we have known.” For a strange reason, Wednesday was more hopeful than Yoko.

“Like you weren’t any better.”

“What are you implying, Tanaka?

“You have also ignored her for more months than me.”

“That’s because of a different reason. She is ignoring me. It’s different.”

“Right, I almost forgot about that fight. I assumed you were ignoring her because you heard the rumours too.” Before Wednesday could make a rebuttal, they had finally made it to the quidditch field. Clusters of intricate snowflakes laid on their skirts. There was Enid practising as usual high above in the sky. Her swings were deadly powerful, and her flying was near perfect and Wednesday’s lip was slightly apart from each other and if her heart could jump out. It would.

Later that week, Wednesday watched Enid play her first game against Ravenclaw of the semester. Ever since meeting Enid, she has always attended every quidditch game that Enid played in even after their fight. There was something about Enid that Wednesday was always drawn to, in spite of Wednesday wanting to fully reject the other. As much as Wednesday wanted to ignore the girl since their fight, she couldn’t help herself but watch her plays. If Enid wasn’t playing, then Wednesday wasn’t there. It was as simple as that. 

Wednesday also learned, from all of the quidditch games that she attended, that Enid was a competitive player, if not the most competitive player on the Hufflepuff’s team. She was quite a popular player at Hogwarts, and has even gained popularity outside.

When the young Addams found out that Enid had a fanclub. There was only one reasonable thing to do. Most would have assumed that Wednesday was there to poison them, but instead she joined the fanclub with only the condition no one can ever tell that she was part of it, and if they did she would suffocate them in their sleep. No one would spill Wednesday’s little secret.

Whenever Enid played quidditch, it was always thrilling. She was quite an entertainer and was amazing as a beater. Wednesday enjoyed when Enid knocked a player off of their broom. She was well-rounded with future prospects going pro one day, according to recruiters. Enid had told Wednesday, before their fight, that usually seekers got most attention as they usually catch the golden snitch, so it was impressive to find out Enid got attention for her plays.

But, this Hufflepuff vs Ravenclaw game was different compared to the prior games. There was almost no one cheering for the Hufflepuff. It seemed that everyone cheered for Ravenclaw. In fact, there was an anti-Enid chant going on. They were spewing nonsense calling her unflattering names, and telling her to leave Hogwarts and that she wasn’t welcome anymore. Enid ignored it to her best ability, but Wednesday was fuming.

Wednesday got up from her seat and brushed her skirt. “Yoko, I need to take care of something. You will check up on Enid after the game. I might be out for a while … and maybe longer.”

“What for.” Yoko asked while making out with Divina.

“You don’t want to know.”

Without hesitation, “You're going to beat up the anti-chanters, aren’t you... Have fun.” Wednesday smiled creepily that sent Yoko’s spine trembling. Within minutes, the stadium could hear cries, screams, and pleas from the direction of the anti-chanting crowd.

After the game, Yoko hid behind the tent’s curtain trying to pinpoint what changed in her beyond bubbly best friend. Wednesday and Yoko had agreed earlier since indirectly did absolutely nothing for them. So, Yoko suggested being direct towards Enid, and it shouldn’t be too hard, since Enid should be in a good mood since Hufflepuff won today’s game. “Yoko, I know you are there. You can come in.”

“So bestie, how have you been?” Yoko’s shoulders were tense as if dumbbells were hanging off of them. Then, the Gryffindor swore on Merlin’s grave that she saw Enid roll her eyes at her. “I don’t know bestie.” Enid angrily emphasised the word “bestie”.

“Aren’t you afraid of me? Afraid that I’ll sacrifice you for Voldemort.” Enid got closer to Yoko and their previous height difference shrunk. Yoko used to annoy Enid, and enjoyed putting her arm on top of her head as an armrest. Yoko needed to invest in more taller boots or make a growth potion, so she can be taller than Enid once again.

Yoko’s heart began to palpate intensely as it braced for the worst.

Out of pure instinct, Yoko wrapped her arms around Enid. “I’m sorry, Enid… I’m sorry that I never told you when you came knocking that day…” Yoko swallowed some tears streaming down her pale cheeks. “My dad told me to stay away from you and I could no longer speak to you, and if I didn’t I would be removed from Hogwarts. I was more afraid of leaving this school than you. I don’t even care if I was sacrificed, because you would never do that to me. I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you earlier when you probably needed me the most. I’m sorry I had to ostracise you like everyone else for months. I wish I could have told you earlier, but I was scared. I was scared of you, and I’m really sorry for all of it. Can you forgive me?” Yoko’s salty tears dripped onto Enid’s shoulder.

Enid detached Yoko’s arm away from her body and shoved her back against the golden Hufflepuff’s lockers. “You ignored me for over three months, and shunned me!”

“Enid, I’m sorry. I was in a really tight situation and I couldn’t jeopardise it.”

“So, you thought it was okay?”

“It…It was shitty of me, alright. But, it was not my fault. I would lose everything, my dad threatened me-.”

Enid interrupted Yoko with a scarlet face and glossy eyes, “I lost everything… and everyone that I loved within the past 3 months! It was gone within seconds. You all abandoned me! I had no one left. If you lost everything for just letting me explain to you, you would still have me. You could at least have me! But, I had nothing. I had no family to begin with. I heard my mother scream death. My mentor betrayed me and all of my friends! You were the closest thing to family, and I didn’t even have you!” Yoko gulped.

“Enid…”

“But I never got the chance. You never gave me that chance. No one gave me a chance! Even if you let me explain, and no longer want to be friends, at least I know then and I would still understand. You never told me and left me hung dry…until now. Why now!” Enid’s voice cracked shouting at their ex-bff.

“Because I still worry about you and I fucking care! I can’t even imagine what it has been like for you the past few months without me. But, I’m here now.” Enid took a deep breath and stared deeply at Yoko.

“...well you are too late, you fucking coward.” Enid angrily mumbled.

“You’re right, I was a coward… and maybe I still am. But, I’m here now and I’m willing to stay by your side. I’m willing to hear your story, now. Can you still give me another chance?”

Yoko could see Enid’s mechanical gears in her head churning, she replied softly, “...Would you still run away from me if the rumours were true?” The Hufflepuff’s question puzzled Yoko. She didn’t expect Enid to ask her this question.

“...the rumours are fake, aren’t they Enid?”

Before Enid could respond, Professor Thornhill came by, and coughed in the background to get someone’s attention. Then, Enid’s face became a blank expression. “I have to go now, Yoko.”

Yoko gently grabbed onto Enid’s warmed hand. “Can we please talk about this later? My place? Like how we used to?”

Enid roughly pulled away from Yoko’s grasp, “...I’ll think about it.”  Enid never got back to Yoko. Yoko was hopeful that Enid would happily barge into her room like always, later the day. 

Yoko waited.

And waited.

And waited.

Enid never did never come by. She didn’t come by the next day either or the day after. Yoko had a gut-feeling that something was really wrong with Enid and she might not be able to save her.

A week has passed after the direct confrontation. As Yoko and Wednesday were both heading to the dungeon for the duelling club, Wednesday asked Yoko if Enid seemed off from their last encounter. Yoko responded, “She was angry, which is understandable after everything has happened. Sure it’s unusual, but I get it…I would too.”

“What do you mean you would get it?” 

“Well, Enid found out her mom died 3 months ago, and she watched her die.” That was even worse than Wednesday imagined. Wednesday made a mental note in her head to take a good old visit to the Ministry of Magic to gain some psychological torture ideas in the near future.

“She watched her mom die?”

“Yup. I can give you the paper right now. I swear I haven’t cleaned my bookbag in ages.” Yoko rummaged through her bag and finally found it. “It pretty much tells you how her mom died and why her mom was arrested.” Wednesday was surprised at how helpful Yoko has been lately.

“Thank you.”

“Holy shit. The Wednesday Addams is thanking the incredibly smart and beautiful Yoko Tanaka.”

Wednesday gave a deadpan expression, “Just take the win.”

“With pride and glory.” Yoko said with jazz hands and an annoying grin. 

It made a lot of sense why Enid would seem so distant. Watching her mom die as punishment for everything and how the entire wizarding community reacted must be challenging as it is. Wednesday hasn’t even got the notoriety besides attempted murder to get this much hate. It was mainly fear. Enid got both.

“Enid also was removed for being a prefect afterward. Rumours were because she might be a Death Eater herself and it was a conflict of interest.” Wednesday focused on the date of the sentencing on the newsletter. It was the same day Wednesday interrogated Enid. Shit.

“Was that all about Enid?”

“Well, you already know how everyone shunned her and all of her friends as well.”

“You as well.”

“Ouch, you didn’t have to rub salt on the wound.”

“I enjoy that burning sensation. It’s quite therapeutic.” Yoko lowered her shade and displayed a disgusted face towards Wednesday, and Wednesday blankly stared back.

As Yoko and Wednesday entered the duelling club, they spotted the girl they were discussing just outside the room. Was Enid in the wrong room? Enid never had any interest in duels from all the years Yoko knew her. So, Yoko felt like she grew two heads. Wednesday parted away from Yoko and went over to her rival, Bianca. She had many scores to settle.

Wednesday was eager to destroy Bianca, and for the longest time, Wednesday was bested by Bianca countless times. But no longer, for the first time, Wednesday finally landed a hit on Bianca and actually defeated Bianca. It was like her strength returned back to her.

Bianca shouted at Wednesday, “What the hell? You were so sluggish for a whole semester.”

Wednesday just smirked at Bianca, “I feel better thank you very much.”

As Bianca and Wednesday were duelling nonstop, Yoko was questioning Enid. “When did you become interested in duelling?” 

“I’m just doing this for bonus points for my dark magic class.” Enid refused to look at Yoko’s direction.

“Girl, are you really failing all of your classes?”

Enid still refused to look at Yoko’s direction. “No. I’ve just been busy.”

“By the way, I waited for you to come by but you never did. I waited for you for like a week.”

“I…I was preoccupied with something important.”

“What’s more important than me?”

It was then, Enid turned her head towards Yoko. “Don’t be such a self-obsessed bloody twat, Yoko. A lot of things were more important than you last week. Just like how you valued your father’s veiled threats to no longer speak to me.” Yoko gritted her teeth.

Before Yoko could rebuttal, their instructor, Coach Vlad, yelled at them. “Since you like to talk to each other, you both will duel each other next.” 

The two ex-best friends paired against each other. Standing opposite from each other in the end. They both bowed to each other, as it was customary to do so.

“Enid, the rules are simple. The goal is to knock your opponent out of the ring using only magic. So, don’t throw fist at each other.” Coach Vlad pointed at the red line behind them. “Before the duel, you must both bow to each other to show mutual respect and then count to three to start.”

Enid and Yoko bowed to each other, but there was no mutual respect in the courts. Coach Vlad counted down.

“Three.”

“Two.”

“One.”

The Gryffindor lunged forward. “Expulso!” Yoko was the first to cast an attack spell and pointed her wand at the ground. The ground exploded in front of Enid. The duel has begun.

“Stupefy!” Yoko kept up with the offensive and Enid’s wand deflected Yoko’s new offensive attack. Yoko kept calling for Expulso, but Enid kept playing defensive and blocking any spells Yoko kept attempting at her. Enid began sweating at the aggressive attacks from her ex-bff and her grip tightened against her wand.

Enid parted her lips and lunged forward, “Confringo!” A large ball of flame made immediate contact against Yoko, knocking her back. Yoko was surprised. She did not expect Enid to go offensive suddenly. 

As Yoko got back up, Enid casted another offensive spell, “Everte Statum!” Yoko was flipped over and flew backward. Yoko’s air was knocked out of her. Now, Enid was back to the centre of the duel and Yoko was on the ground. Enid kept casting Expluso to push Yoko back, and Yoko kept getting hit. Enid was picking her apart, and giving zero opportunity for Yoko to get on her two feet.

Coach Vlad grabbed onto Enid’s wrist. “That’s enough. You won. Your opponent is defeated.” There was unbridled rage in Enid’s normally soft baby blue eyes. Wednesday saw the intense aggression in Enid, and she raised an eyebrow of the latest behaviour and had a strange feeling in her stomach.

Another week followed, and it was close to midnight. Wednesday was out in the middle of night near the icy lake practising casting the difficult spell that she had been reading about for awhile. She has been having difficulty casting her patronus for hours. The Slytherin scowled at her inability, and was bending her wand a bit out of frustration.

“Yo! Addams! What are you doing? ” Yoko hollered to get her attention, followed by the very exhausted Bianca who seemed to be doing her Prefect’s duties of patrolling in the middle of the night.

“I’m casting a patronus spell, Tanaka.”

“First off, why are you trying to cast that ancient spell? Second, wouldn’t you die casting it?” Bianca pondered Wednesday's latest interest.

“My interest is to challenge myself, but it would even be better if I can succumb to death by casting this spell. However, I must disappoint you that most likely won’t happen.”

Yoko tilted her head, “You might actually tho, since aren’t you also like a Death Eater too?”

“Is that what rumours are saying about me now? I must disappoint you, all, that I’m not.”

Bianca exclaimed loudly, “Actually?”

“I’m dead serious. What made you assume that I was?”

“It’s your whole vibe, and plus being a Slytherin doesn’t help your case.” Bianca waved her hand to describe Wednesday’s creepy aura.

“I see. Well, I am not. If you don’t mind, I’m going to cast this spell now.” Wednesday raised her wand up, and recited the spell, but nothing happened. Wednesday chucked her wand to the ground. “Useless.”

Bianca laughed at Wednesday’s failure. “I’m so glad I haven’t written you up for breaking curfew, so I can witness this.”

Wednesday picked up her wand again, and pointed to Bianca, “I’ll avada kedavra you, personally.”

Yoko interrupted Wednesday holding up the spellbook, “Wednesday, it says you need some happy emotions to cast this spell. I’m pretty sure you and happy don't get along and that’s probably why you can’t cast it.”

The Slytherin with a deadpan sarcasm, “Thank you for your astute observation, Tanaka.”

“Have you tried a happy memory? Something that evokes something within you.” Yoko may have a single brain cell bouncing around, but that's not a bad idea. Why didn’t Wednesday think of that? Wednesday took a deep breath, and attempted to think of a delightful memory of hers.

The young Addams couldn’t think of a specific happy memory. She thought of her first torture, kidnapping Yoko for the first time, or playing with c4 explosives with Puglsy, but nothing happened. The young Addams began to sweat, despite the cold, and dug deeper within her mind like searching for some hidden treasure.

No matter how hard she searched for a hidden memory, all she could think of was Enid’s ridiculous grin that made her stomach feel like hundreds of spiders crawling around. The fond memory when Enid flung the bludger at Tyler and ripped the earth apart still lingered in Wednesday’s mind. She would replay that memory everytime Tyler was near her and heart would leap forth and would jump off a cliff, if it could. Her wand had a dim light glow.

Wednesday recalled each time she had spent in the Forbidden Forest and accompanied the werewolf under the full moon night. She never mind the deadly attempted bites or swipes against her, hunting wild creatures to feed it, or carrying Enid’s unconscious body to the infirmary room. She was tortuously enjoying her time with someone, despite being known for anti-social behaviour. Her wand began to glow brighter.

The reason she hasn’t made her escape from Hogwarts was because of a girl, who was the complete opposite to Wednesday, that smiled towards her during the sorting hat ceremony. Then, the brightest light to beam outward from her wand. “Expecto patronum.”

There it was.

Her patronus.

The majestic creature, a Raven.

Yoko cheered, “Let’s goooo!” Yoko sprinted towards Wednesday to hug her, but during the exchange, the collision had so much force that Wednesday’s wand’s tip was broken off.

“Tanaka, you have 3 seconds before I throw your body into the freezing lake.” Yoko gulped heavily, and sprinted off alongside Bianca. Wednesday counted three seconds and began a hunt against a prefect Ravenclaw and an energetic Gryffindor in the middle of the night.

On the weekend, Wednesday finally had permission to go to Hogsmeade to get her wand repaired at Ollivanders, and for once Headmaster Weems granted it to the Addams as this was a case of emergency. Weems thought of not letting her, but it seemed that rules and order had no weight to the Addams’ family, so might as well permit Wednesday. 

As she ventured into Ollivanders, she retrieved a new wand instead. It was more suitable for her anyways compared to her old one. It was made from ebony wood, and it was lighter than her previous one. It was quite a match. As she was planning to stroll back to Hogwarts, in the corner of her eyes, she spotted a familiar face. A face that wore round glasses to hide innocence behind. A face who had her paralyzed on her first week of classes and attempted to murder.

How could Wednesday Addams ever forget Rowan. There were many thoughts in Wednesday’s mind, such as what was he doing here and wasn’t he expelled. He was a sore sight to see as if he was taunting her.

Wednesday stalked what she expected was Rowan from shops to alleyways to the familiar Forbidden Forest where they first met. The soil softened when his black boots weighed down. Then, his boots stopped his track suddenly, and turned around towards Wednesday’s direction. Wednesday didn’t even attempt to camouflage herself. She was ready for vengeance. “Rowan, what displeasure seeing you once again. Finally, we can settle who is the better murder as you will not gain the upper hand of surprise.” Wednesday taunted Rowan. Rowan only laughed at her taunt.

“I’m so much stronger than before, Addams. I know more than just paralysing spells and choking someone out.”

“How exactly have you gotten stronger?” Rowan rolled up his sleeves, and there was a skull with a snake coming out its jaw, the Death Eater mark. 

“I’ve been training since I’ve been expelled, and it caught the attention of the new faces of the Death Eaters. I must thank you for expelling me. It was the best thing possible to happen to me.”

“How awful. You got those child-like stamp tattoos. I’m beyond petrified.”

“I’m the real deal! I’ve killed people to prove myself, unlike you who have attempted murder instead. So insult me all you want, it doesn’t phase me.” Wednesday winced at Rowan mentions of her attempted murder. How embarrassing. No fear, she will have a murder in her record, and her victim will be Rowan.

Before Wednesday could kill Rowan, she needed to know a few things. She accused Rowan, “So, you are the killer in the school that’s been framing me?”

“I had some help.” He manically smiled. at Wednesday’s accusation.

“Are you here to kill me again since you failed last time?”

“Exactly. See, when we first met, I thought you were the chosen one that would end the world.”

“So that’s why you tried to kill me.”

“No, that’s not the reason. But when I realised you weren’t the one, but rather you are the thing that prevents the prophecy from happening.”

The goth raised an eyebrow. “Prophecy.” 

“Yes the prophecy says the lonely child will bring forth my leader, Voledemort, and I need to guarantee that reality to have my revenge on the Ministry of Magic. So Wednesday, it’s time for your death-.”

Wednesday refused to let Rowan gain the first move, “Expulso!” Wednesday was the first to cast an offensive spell against her opponent, and pointed her wand at Rowan. The expelled student flew backward to the ground that knocked his breath out.

The Slytherin charged forward. “Stupefy!” Wednesday tried a different offensive spell, but this time Rowan’s wand deflected Wednesday’s paralysing spell. The goth smirked as Rowan was giving a good fight. Wednesday kept calling for Expulso, but Rowan kept playing defensive, and blocking any spells that Wednesday kept attempting at him. 

Quickly, Rowan became bored by playing defence, so he called for his first offensive attack against the Slytherin, “Confringo!” A giant ball of flame made immediate contact against Wednesday, knocking her backward.

He casted another spell, “Everte Statum!” Wednesday flipped over and flew backward. Rowan kept casting Expulso and Everte Statum seconds apart. Wednesday blocked the first few attacks, but the speed he was casting gained the upper-hand, and Wednesday kept getting hit. 

He was too fast for her to redirect any of his attacks. Her body was sluggish just like how she duelled against Bianca last semester. Her body was too weak and slow again. Rowan aimed each Expulso attack and damaged another body part, from her legs to her fingers. Her bones would snap by the intense pressure. Every second, she heard her bones were being snapped apart. Wednesday winced at the pain, but she still stood. Then the Slytherin covered her mouth and began coughing heavily as if her lungs were coming up once again.

As Wednesday pulled her hand away from her, she stared at her own fresh blood that coughed out. Wednesday wasn’t concerned by the blood, but rather, “How?”

“I might tamper with your new wand with a poison that slowly kills its host, but it should have killed you back in Diagon Alley. But no worries, I have another to make sure you’re dead.”

Wednesday dead-pan laughed, “I would like to see you try. I’m quite resistant to poison. I have enough time to kill you and heal from whatever poison that you concocted.”

“Fine, let me call a soul-seeking friend of mine, Dementor. I have a meal for you.” A dementor suddenly appeared next to the obnoxiously cheerful Rowan. This was the first time Wednesday had ever seen a dementor. The dementor emitted a low rattling sound. It was like a 12 foot dark wraith that was wrapped itself in a long ripped up coal-coloured robe floating in the empty space. Its skin appeared decaying. Pale and lifeless.

“Finish her off!”  It rushed towards Wednesday pinning her down against a field of buds of daffodils. Despite rumours of the Addams not having a soul, they surprisingly do. The young Addams felt like her soul was being ripped away from this world, and soon to be bound by the afterlife. Luckily for Wednesday, she learned how to cast her Patronus so she could defeat the dementor.

However, Wednesday’s vocal cord attempted to call for her Raven patronus, but her lips just quivered, unable to call for the spell. 

There was nothing she could do. Weakened by the poison and the attacks, her body was no longer strong enough to fight to stay on the planes of this world. The dementor was sucking her soul leaving her in a soon-to-be vegetative state.

This was her end-game. If her soul was taken by the dementor, she lost. If she could call her patronus, then she could no longer get up to heal herself leaving her dead either from the poison.

Her bones were all broken and fragile and her soul was about to descend to hell.

Suddenly, a bright electric blue light beamed out of nowhere in the shadow of the Dark Forest. A wolf patronus tackled the dementor away from Wednesday. Her soul slowly returned to the reality of flesh and skin. Wednesday would get up and attempt to see who saved her life and thank them, but it might have been too late for her.

“Goodbye Wednesday Addams. It seems that I’m not welcome anymore.” The exiled student smiled, and just like that Rowan vanished in the Dark Forest.

Normally when Wednesday visited the Forbidden Forest, she had no physical injury. Not a cut nor a scratch anywhere on her pale body. Not even the resident werewolf was able to land a claw mark against her. But, it seemed like her luck had finally run out, and the Forbidden Forest finally had enough of Wednesday’s taunt of lack of spookiness and danger.

Laid on top of chilly loosen soil with the buds of canary yellow daffodils, the daredevil could no longer feel her feet, or her arms. Wednesday attempted to move her right arm to grab a healing potion lying on the ground. It must have been knocked away from her during the fight. It was just a few inches away from her fingers. The healing potion’s properties had enough strength to get her back to Hogwarts, but her arms felt disconnected by the critical wounds. 

As much Wednesday loved pain and seeked death, she wasn’t ready. Not now. Rowan told her the full prophecy, and she needed to stop it. She needed to save the school, her family, and the world from its impending doom. 

Who would play grenade badminton with her father?

Who would spend time with her mother caring for poisonous plants and feeding the oversized Venus Fly trap.

Who would drop a guillotine on her brother on a random Tuesday?

Their pain wasn’t justified to meet this end. Apologies to each and every one of them, her father, her mother, her brother, her abuela, Thing, Uncle Fester, Lurch, Eugene, and Enid. She couldn’t save them all.

Her breathing was slowing down by the seconds. Every breath was painful to take in. It was an out-of-body experience, just like how her illness was when she was far away from Hogwarts.

All she could do was stare at the tangerine dusky sky. Her eyes wandered to the visible moon that was full to the brim. It was perched high and above all mighty as the sun was about to rest, and all Wednesday could think of was that tonight Enid will turn into a vicious werewolf. The beauty of the dangerous creature that captured Wednesday’s heart, and soon it will find her and it will consume her blood, her muscles, and everything that belongs to Wednesday.

The eldest Addams finally got what she wanted. She found the murderer that had framed her last semester, the murderer of last year, and her body will be ripped apart so badly that the investigator won’t be able to identify her body in weeks.

Tears slowly freed itself trickling down the edge of her cheeks not because of the pain she was in but for other reasons. Wednesday only cried only a few times, one for Nero, her scorpion that unfortunately perished too early, and any others were all for Enid. 

Her mind’s last thought was Enid and only Enid. Then, it dawned to Wednesday as the moon slowly blurred and the dark tangerine sky swirled, and her father’s voice warning her about the Addam’s curse. 

Enid Sinclair was her soulmate. Her trigger for the Addams' curse. She wouldn’t want it any other way.

“How pathetic am I to shed my tears to you of all things. Cough … My poison. My…weakness… Cough …my soulmate.” Those were Wednesday Addams’s last words. 

Now, she was dying alone, because finally the Addam’s curse got to the best of her. Without Enid’s presence, her body has weakened so much that Rowan was able to speed up her impending death. Her resilience to actual poison no longer assisted her. If maybe Wednesday wasn’t deep in denial, and hadn’t pushed Enid away that night in the Forbidden Forest when she was avoiding her suitors, then maybe she would be gazing at the endless bright gentle sky blue eyes now, rather than the distant moon. 

Would even Enid like her back to allow her to stare at her endlessly til death?

Anvils attached to her eyelid drooping her conscious downard. Just like that Wednesday Addams began to rest her eyes, and her heartbeat sounded quieter and quieter.

This was it.

Thump. Thump.

Her end.

Thump. Thump.

Enid

Thump.

Maybe in another life.

Thump.

I will come back to you.

Thump.

And no longer push you away.

Thump.

Only silence was heard once again in the Forbidden Forest.

Chapter Text

I’ll come back for you, I promise.”

The creepy abandoned house, known as the Shrieking Shack, resided near Hogsmeade. It was infamous to the locals and the students at Hogwarts. It was a strange property as it seemingly had no window or a door for entrance. No one would even dare to enter even if they could. While no one lived there anymore and people believe ghosts lived there as they can hear screams of terror randomly in the dusk, it was the perfect hiding spot for Rowan for months.

The wooden floorboard ominously creaked under the weight of a raven leather boot dusted in powdery snow. An onyx wool coat was hung on the broken coat hanger. The recently expelled Hogwart’s student was casually sitting on a wooden stool unbothered by the eerie presence. Rowan was more concerned about his tea cooling down than the seemingly-angry spirit, now, in front of him.

He expected his guest to arrive anytime to discuss future plans, but never thought they would be this early. How fortunate for him. “Hello there. You’re early. Would you like some tea?”

The agitated presence angrily bursted out loud, “You harmed her! That’s not what we agreed on!”

Rowan recalled the incident during this evening and his grin widened. “I’m quite proud of her injuries. Did you see how her arms and legs were all twisted and bones were showing? Tell me, is her condition getting worse?” The more he spoke about Wednesday’s conditions, he got more excited by the second, and the more upset it caused the mysterious figure.

“That’s none of your concern.” Their jaw clenched tightly and their nostrils flared out. Rowan dared to pout in front of them.

“Seems like I hit a nerve. You still care for her after everything.”

They stayed silent with their chest heaving heavily.

“You really shouldn’t. Didn’t she lie to you? Toyed with your heart and broke it a million ways possible. She doesn’t trust you anymore and accuses you or murder. You shouldn’t care about Addams-”

They interjected Rowan’s rant and they got louder and louder, “I don’t give a shit. You disobeyed orders. You weren’t supposed to lay a single finger on her!”

“Merlin’s beard, I was having a bit of fun. You gotta strike with surprise sometimes. That’s how you would win a fight, and soon a war and gain everything we deserve.”

They repeated once more, “You weren’t supposed to harm her.”

“So what, she can’t be killed… ordinarily. She’s just in a coma for a long period of time. Besides, it will eventually be you who will have to kill her, anyways. So, does it even matter?” A loud monstrous growl vibrated the Shrieking Cabin that the walls quaked and his chair almost fell down.

Instantly, five sharp ebony claws came out their nail bed, and scratched the walls of the cabin. Rowan raised a brow, “Come on, Enid. Let’s be rational, aren’t we on the same team here?” He kept a smile on his face, but his clothes were slowly being stuck to his skin and slowly darkening.

“Shut the fuck up before I rip your throat out with my teeth!” As Enid roared at Rowan, he could see more of her elongated canines.

“Are you fucking serious?” The expelled student rapidly got up from his seat, and stared right back at the grotesque wolf-hybrid Enid.

“Honestly, I should have killed you the first night that you met Wednesday.” Enid whispered into Rowan’s reddened ear.

“The council is going to hear about this.”

“I don’t give a shit anymore. Let them!”

Rowan, at that moment, realised that Enid was all bite and all bark. She will kill him, and it seemed nothing could sway her decision.

So, with rational decision, he had to bolt out of the cabin. Enid was unhinged as if she was a captured wild savage animal finally released ready to fight back its captator. The werewolf could feel her saliva trickle out of the corner of her mouth and on the tip of the wolf’s tongue it could taste the sweet air of fear. Rowan smelled so good. Its tongue ran through its nearly sharpened fangs. The werewolf could barely contain itself as it finished its transformation. It shed its humanity off, and on all fours chased after its latest prey.

Deep within the Forbidden Forest where no light pierced the ground despite the roundness of the moon, Rowan did not stop moving away from the perilous danger that he was in. He knew Enid could find him no matter what, but that doesn’t mean he won't give up so easily. The olfactory of the wolf is beyond impressive and will sniff him out. He would need to deter the wolf, maybe with a strong smell, like coffee.

In the treelines, a werewolf was staring at him. There was no point of hiding. He pulled out his wand and casted an offensive spell to knock the wolf out. “Expulso.”

He expected to hear a giant thud on the earth’s ground, but nothing happened, because the monster was never there to begin with. He was only staring back at the darkness.

He made a grave mistake. He just revealed his location.

Like a shot, the wolf pounced on top of Rowan, and he squirmed underneath her. “Please! Please Enid! Stop!” The werewolf let out a thunderous roar with saliva spraying all over the traitor and went for his throat. Sharp saliva-glistening fangs pierced his neck, and Rowan begged so loud that the wolf’s ear flinched. The werewolf’s canine teeth were covered in the pureblood’s blood as it held wizard tissue dangling from its maw. Bone crunched underneath the enormous werewolf’s weight. It was beyond ravenous and kept gnawing even on the bones of its prey. 

When the sun penetrated the sky with its ray, Enid was awake covered in blood breathing through her mouth with fangs and claws still out. Normally, Enid would feel sickly and cry over whatever she might have killed, but she felt relieved and the only thought she had was that Rowan can never hurt Wednesday ever again.

The moon shifted to a waning gibbous, and Wednesday has yet to wake up. 

The moon was no longer visible in the sky, and Wednesday has yet to wake up.

The moon shifted to the first quarter, and Wednesday has yet to wake up.

The moon was almost full once more, and ready to torment a certain Hufflepuff. In the quiet infirmary room, there were a dozen of white beds and only one with a black matching cover, blanket, and pillow case. It stood out like an eyesore to many, but not to Enid. She helped create the eyesore and gave a headache to the head nurse for giving Wednesday’s proper bedsheets.

Enid sluggishly walked over to Wednesday as if she too had her soul drained out of her as well. The Hufflepuff kneeled next to Wednesday’s bed like how she did every day since she found her in the Forbidden Forest. The nurses were all asleep and no one should be inside at this time, but Enid didn’t care if someone did find her. She didn’t care anymore.

Unable to hear Wednesday’s beating heart in the Forbidden Forest, it was the only thing that she could focus on days after.

She gently placed her warm fingers over a cold lifeless hand. The nurses have said that she has been in a coma for nearly a month, and she was beyond lucky that she got there in time. Luck was a funny word, because Wednesday was never supposed to be there. Rowan and her were supposed to meet up for a brief meeting. If she didn’t show up earlier, then Wednesday might have died that night. Enid could still feel his repulsive blood on her hands. Even after Rowan’s death, she still wasn’t satisfied with her killing of Rowan.

She wanted more, but now, all she could do was not take her eyes off of the Addams fearing that something could happen to her. This was supposed to be her future. A future where Wednesday would no longer utter a single word, or breathe the same air as her. She was struggling to keep herself together. She was meant to kill her, but what if she can’t. She couldn’t even bear to see Wednesday to be like this, lying so peacefully.

If she can’t kill her, then she might be killed too. Would it be so bad if they reunite once more in the afterlife for eternity just so she can hear her voice once more?

As Enid slowly snuck away from the infirmary room, the milk chocolate door quietly closed its gap. The room remained relatively quiet besides Wednesday’s heart monitor. The cotton curtains slowly glided around being brushed by the cool winds from the opened window. A pale slender index finger twitched just for a millisecond.

The next morning, the dialysis slowly beeped each of the Slytherin's heartbeat. It was steady, yet pain-stalkingly slow. It has been exactly a month since Wednesday was placed in a coma. No one ever expected Wednesday to be in the infirmary like this, or this long. Many would expect that she would be there to see her victims or get a few stitches for dangerously twirling her daggers around her fingers. However, when discovered that Wednesday was nearly killed by the expelled student,  many of her peers were surprised.

A dark curly-haired Hufflepuff sat close to the comatose Wednesday pleaded with the words, “Wednesday. Please wake up.” Eugene has spent five minutes every day for a whole month praying that Wednesday will wake up one day.

Dark complicated eyes drowsy opened up in the infirmary room. Her wrist violently jerked around as if it was searching for something important. Her throat grumbled, yet not a single word came out.

“Wednesday, relax. The nurses said you need to rest.”

“I don’t need to rest.” Wednesday weakly muttered while rubbing her temple. The blinding light was burning for her eyes. It was as if they hadn't seen light in decades. “Where am I?”

“You’re in the infirmary room.”

“Why am I in the infirmary room?”

“Wednesday. You flatlined for ten minutes and were declared dead when you arrived from the Forbidden Forest. You were in a coma for a month.” Wednesday’s usually expressionless face shifted to widen eyes like a deer in headlight.

“I was in a coma for a month.” A sudden realisation hitted Wednesday and all her memories resurface back to her like a wave returned back to the shore. She almost died by Rowan. the vengeful murderous expelled student who had seemingly framed her for his crime. Her anger easily resurfaced after a month of being comatose.  “Where’s Rowan? Have they found him?”

Eugene’s lip quivered, “...He’s dead.” It seemed that Eugene was always breaking the news to Wednesday.

“What.”

“He died a month ago.”

Eugene passed a newspaper from her bedside as if he was already prepared to explain to Wednesday, so she can see the news herself. “A Young Death Eater murdered in the Forbidden Forest.” That was the headline. 

Wednesday’s fingers turned to the pages that describe the incident. Rowan was found dead ripped apart into pieces. Investigators took two weeks to identify his body and claimed that a wild animal was responsible for his death. The article’s date was just after her altercation with him. Rowan was dead, and Wednesday knew who exactly did it. But before Wednesday could search for them, her parents were calling her on the crystal ball next to her. Wednesday threw a dagger glare at Eugene and he sheepishly said, “They requested it.” 

When the news broke to her parents, they did not request to bring back Wednesday home, but rather place a crystal ball next to her. They were confident that Wednesday would wake up and when she did wake up, there were matters that she needed to deal with, personally. This baffled the Headmaster, but ultimately accepted it.

“Father. Mother. What displeasure are you calling for?”

“Ah, you finally woke up. How was your near-death experience, mija?”

“It was quite delightful. Although I wished to never experience it again anytime soon.”

“Was it because of the Addam’s curse?” Eugene was visibly concerned by the idea that Wednesday was cursed.

Wednesday swallowed a gulp that was lodged in her throat, “...mainly yes.”

Pugsly interrupted, “How are you still alive?”

“...The same reason I died. I must leave this conversation urgently. I need to find someone important.” Immediately, hiding the crystal ball underneath the covers, the young Addams snapped her head towards Eugene. 

“Where’s Enid.” 

Wednesday had to hunt down the ray of sunshine. She had so many questions and gratitude to express, but more importantly she wanted to admit her feelings first thing first. Never in her life had she imagined that she would open her weakness to anybody. The last few moments before her near-death experience, all she could think about was Enid and all she wanted was Enid in front of her. It was her greatest regret and last thought before she died, and now Wednesday will do whatever to admit it, so if she does properly die this, she can die in peace.

As she continued to sprint in the hallways, the Slytherin fell down to the wooden floor by a new flood of memory that hammered her head. The headache was as painful as a wasp stuck behind her eye stinging her. Clutching to her head, the sudden memory reminded her that Rowan told her the reason he wanted to kill her was that there was a prophecy. A prophecy that the world would be brought down by Voldemort by a lonely child. Yoko had also mentioned Enid was behind a prophecy that could end the world as well. Could it be that they were the same?

It seemed highly likely. Enid will bring forth the Dark Lord and kill someone to accomplish that task. She needed to stop Enid as well, before the world ended and before she lost Enid forever.

Wednesday has two objectives, in this priority: tell Enid her feelings and make sure Enid doesn’t commit the sacrifice. How hard can that be?

Wednesday scoured the quidditch field, as that has been her best luck for finding the sunshine. Enid wasn’t there. Disappointing. It was just the Slytherin’s quidditch practising for their game against Gryffindors. Finding them was even greater disappointment just like their performance this year.

Wednesday let out a loud groan when Tyler waved at her as he descended from above.

“Hey Wednesday, how are you feeling? I wanted to visit you in the infirmary, but your fucking guard dog won’t let me near you. When I did, I was hunted for dear life. But I was there for you … spiritually.”

“Don’t be ridiculous with me. I don’t have a guard dog here. Now, have you seen Enid?” 

“That is your guard-.” Tyler felt a sudden chill. “ Nope. Never saw her. Bye Wednesday.” Tyler went back to practise with his teammates, and that left Wednesday confused. She expected the seventh Slytherin to continue to spew nonsense. But it did not matter, she will continue to hunt for Enid Sinclair.

Her next stop was the Herbology’s room, where Enid volunteered at. She sprinted to the lively Herbology room. There were crowds of students leaving the classroom shoving and passing by the Slytherin. Their idle chatter drowned the tense atmosphere that Wednesday carried on her shoulder. Then, a sudden hope appeared in front of her like the spotlight shining from above, there was the tall blonde’s back packing up her bookbag and Wednesday urgently grabbed onto their shoulder.

Wednesday wheezed out, “Enid?”

“No, I’m Kelly.” Wednesday examined her face, and she had no resemblance to Enid. She was more of a dirty blonde and their heights were not similar at all. Their eyes didn’t have the same shine of blue like Enid’s or was it that her eyes were brighter than Enid’s. Her mind must have been playing tricks with her. How did Wednesday even confused the two? They look nothing alike. Has it been so long that she forgot what Enid looked like already?

“Sorry, I thought you were someone else.” The other confused student had left the room leaving Wednesday alone with just Professor Thornhill watering some plants nonchalantly. “Hello there Wednesday, how are you feeling?”

“Unimportant. I just came here looking for something.” Wednesday urgently dashed off once again. This puzzled Thornhill, but these plants were of higher priority. They were much needed for some care after their students were mishandling her precious children.

The Slytherin felt like she was chasing the impossible, even capturing a ghost was easier than finding Enid. Where could she have gone? It was as if Enid was the dazzling sun, while Wednesday was the cold moon. They always chased each other every day, but yet were unable to be seen together in the same sky. It was separated by destiny. A cruel faith Wednesday grimaced. 

In her favour, she was stubborn and single-minded and on the same plane with Enid. So no matter what, she will find Enid. She had to.

Wednesday had sprinted everywhere that their knee was slowly giving up. She had checked every classroom that Enid attended and even the Hufflepuff’s dormitory, but no luck. While going down the stairs, Wednesday had lost her balance and tumbled down. Her body still wasn’t used to movement for such a long time. But, nothing could stop the young Addams. So, she kept sprinting to the dungeon. The Slytherin swung the door open to only disturb the private duel session of Bianca and Coach Vlad. “Oh finally, you have risen from the dead.”

The Slytherin side-eyed the Ravenclaw. “Is Enid here?”

Bianca crossed her arm, “Not even a hello, how rude.”

“Hello there Bianca, have you seen Enid?”

Bianca usually had a hard time figuring out Wednesday’s motive and emotions. Wednesday was difficult to understand. But, it was clear as day that Wednesday was not okay and worried. Her perfectly combed hair with her little pig-tails was dishevelled and her gasping for air was irregular for the girl. That scared Bianca a bit, because why would Wednesday be worried so much that it’s visible on her usually emotionless face. Without wasting any more of Wednesday’s time, Bianca offered her knowledge, “Have you tried the library? I saw her there earlier today.” 

Wednesday had no time to thank the Ravenclaw. She had to rush off to the library, Bianca yelled at her, “We have a championship duel tournament next week. Will you be ready then, because unfortunately for me, I kinda need you! …Not even a thanks. She’s definitely not going to be co-captain.” Coach Vlad nodded his head.

Time was quickly slipping by the young Addams as the day shifted closer to the evening. The hands of the clock were gripping her throat tightly and won’t let go. Wednesday pushed the doors of the library entrance open and began scanning the massive library. Her eyes glanced to the high ceilings to eye-level where students were trying to focus on their studies. She searched for a blonde, but all she ended up finding was Divina and Kent.

“You two.” Those words frightened the twins, and they looked at each other as if they got in trouble.

“Have you seen Sinclair?”

“Who?” The idiotic brother questioned, and Wednesday could feel that question gave her an aneurysm.

Wednesday angrily hushed out loud, “She is your friend. She plays quidditch with you. She is your teammate. She is Enid Sinclair.” 

Kent’s jaw dropped as if this information was a bombshell to him, “That’s her last name.” Divina covered her face from embarrassment. “Excuse him, Wednesday. I took all of his brain cells.”

“And I got most of the looks.”

“No you didn't.” Kent pouted, and Divina shoved him off his chair out of annoyance. “I haven’t seen her in awhile.” Wednesday groaned. It only meant she had one last lead left.

Out of desperation, Wednesday went to her last resort, Yoko. She begrudgingly knocked on the annoying Gryffindor's room. “Come on in.”

Wednesday swung Yoko’s door wide open.

“Holy fucking shit, the Wednesday Addams is on the prowl once again, and she is gracing her presence in the Gryffindor’s dormitory. What an honour.”

Wednesday was heaving up and down and scowling at Yoko. “I only came here out of desperation. I just need to know something. Have you seen Sinclair?”

“Nope, I haven’t seen her around lately.” Yoko picked heavy-duty red clippers that seem to handle breaking chains.

Before Wednesday could interrogate more on Yoko’s knowledge on Enid, her thoughts were spiralling with a new lead. “Tanaka.”

Yoko gave a goofy smile towards Wednesday. “Addams?”

“Why do you have that clipper?”

“Oh, this?” Yoko waved it around as if it was a toy. “This clipper is to help me create these beautiful jewellery pieces. It can cut through some heavy duty steel chains and bend steel easily. It lets me easily create these bracelets. Would you buy some? I made so much, but no one wants to buy them.” Yoko showed off her “jewellery.” They were mainly gold and silver pieces that were poorly crafted. There were bracelets, rings, and necklaces that were completely oversized that couldn’t fit any humans, maybe a dragon or a mythical behemoth beast.

Wednesday bluntly said, “No. Where did you get them?”

Yoko smirked, “Information like this is going to cost you. I’ll tell you if you buy a piece of jewellery from me.” The Slytherin grumbled, and took a couple of hundred dollars and handed it over to Yoko. She looked over the American’s cash and lowered her shades. Yoko gave a side-eye to Wednesday which the goth could not interpret whatsoever.  “You get this.” Gryffindor handed over a giant handcuff that did not fit Wednesday’s wrist whatsoever, and she placed it in a hidden compartment in her sleeves where she also hid her collection of knives.

“Thank you for doing business with me... So, I got the clippers from Professor Thornhill. She is the only one that carries these bad boys that could through steel. She uses it for certain plants, I think. If I bought it myself, my parents would never approve of my jewellery business, because “I’ll lose interest soon”, which they aren’t wrong…I really need to get rid of all these chains.” Yoko groaned.

Oh shit.

Xavier wasn’t the one who cut Enid’s chain’s that winter night. 

Thornhill came in two years after Enid did and that’s when the murder started at Hogwarts happened. The pair of scissors that Yoko wields was from Thornhill. Thornhill would be the only one capable of breaking Enid’s leash during the full moon. The suspected weapon was in front of her.

Her allegiance with Rowan was interesting as well. He had volunteered for Thornhill before he was expelled and now was a Death Eater. Now, Enid volunteered for Thornhill when her life fell apart. By chance, did the professor know. What was the likelihood that Thornhill was a Death Eater as well. The question was what she was doing with Enid, and it felt like the final puzzle piece that was placed in the empty last space.

“Thank you Tanaka.” Wednesday immediately left. She needed to confront someone. She had the real answer. How could she be so blindsided?

“Do you want to buy more?”

In the Herbology’s sunroom, Thornhill was grading her student’s homework in the dark. It was normal for Thornhill to spend most of her nights here. She would check her students' plants and see how well they were presented and read their reports. All of the sudden, a shadowy figure was behind her to confront important inquiries.

“Wednesday, you shouldn’t sneak up on people at night.” Thornhill calmly placed a potted plant down.

“Then, you shouldn’t go searching for a wolf to hunt your agendas.”

“Ms. Addams, what are you talking about?” Professor Thornhill smiled and tilted her like an innocent child accused of a wrongful accusation.

“I know that you have been clipping Enid’s chains during the full moons. I know you are a Death Eater. I know you know where Enid is because I believe you have been using her for your murder agenda.”

“Ms. Addams, I suggest you stop making false allegations.”

Wednesday angrily shouted, “I’m not done with yo-.”

W h a c k!

Once again, Wednesday collapsed to the ground unconscious.

Despite being unconscious, Wednesday could feel someone slapping her. But that didn’t wake her up, so a drastic measure was taken. Someone took a knife and sliced her neck a bit. The sharp pain was a nice way to wake up for once, maybe she’ll incorporate it in her mornings. “Finally, Ms. Addams is awake.” 

Wednesday looked around her and in front of her was Professor Thornhill in a ridiculous black robe. She was in a darkened room with a ceiling window above her basking her in the right moon’s light. Underneath her feet were symbols and markings that Wednesday had no knowledge about. Was Wednesday the sacrifice?

“You are currently at the hidden Deatheater’s chamber far far away from Hogwarts. Tell me how are you feeling?”

“I’m feeling peachy after my least-favourite teacher knocked me unconscious.”

“How wonderful. You might be asking yourself, "What are you doing here?”” Of course, Thornhill would be the type of villain to explain everything.

“Your family is one of the purest, oldest, and most powerful wizard blood, and I’m going to use your body as a sacrifice to bring forth the most powerful wizard to ever exist. I will kill every muggle starting at Hogwarts, including your little friends like Eugene for example who spent his mornings with you when you were unconscious.”

“You are going to kill me? You should do better research. It’s pretty hard to kill me. I was just in a coma from Rowan and I must say he almost got me, but you have to try harder than that.”

“Oh Wednesday, I did research. Rowan can harm you, but cannot kill you. He can only get so close to a coma. Only those you love can kill you for good… permanently.”

“So, you can’t kill me.”

“Correct, however, they can.” With the most perfect timing, the door creaked revealing a figure clocked completely in a shroud of darkness nonchalantly walking in with an all black suit attire. They unhooded themselves revealing themselves as Enid. There was not a single colour in the empty cold crystal sapphire eyes. Despite being cuffed, beaten and bleeding, Wednesday snarked, “your outfit looks absolutely dreadful on you.” Her dark dreary heart had leapt bounds by the mere second of Enid’s look. She would be considered, by her peers, down bad.

The werewolf’s voice was gruff and deep, “I hope that won’t be your last words to me.” Enid’s pearly whites slowly transform to fangs. So sharp and deadly as it punctured her lower lips, how could any Addams resist. Let alone Wednesday.

“I found your only weakness, Addams. Enid will deliver your death sentence.” Enid appeared a bit uncomfortable by the mention of death, but kept heartlessly staring back at the Slytherin. The coal eyes had hearts in it by the mere idea.

Professor Thornhill was beyond content seeing Wednesday expressing shock on her face. She had no idea that Wednesday could express more than a deadpan expression, although the professor was unsure whether Wednesday was more shocked by seeing Enid here or Enid will deliver their death.

Professor Thornhill waited nearly five years to get the result she wanted. It might have taken longer, but lucky for her, it didn’t have to. Everything was coming along.

Marilyn Thornhill was born into an elitist wealthy pure-blood wizard with strong ties with the Death Eater. Similar to Enid, she also brought up being a Death Eater, but unlike Enid; she fully committed to the idea of a pure wizarding race. Once in a while, her family would find each other and conduct secret meetings with the rest of the Death Eaters.

When it was discovered that there was a prophecy that dealt with their Lord, Thornhill took initiative to find whoever might bring forth their lord, and it was easy as she worked for the Ministry of Magic in the department for education. Word spread quickly around the departments and the description of the girl came to her like a gift.

A ten year old child who was in the Ministry of Magic’s custody. She needed a way to get close to Enid, so she planted the idea to the Council that Enid was a mere innocent child with an unfortunate background that they must indoctrinate good nature so she can be a well-bodied citizen with the “right” ideas. She continued to plant the seeds that their methods were cruel and injustice for a child. It didn’t take too long of convincing, so the Ministry of Magic agreed as many seem it was beyond cruel for locking a child. They looked to Thornhill about suggestions on how to rehabilitate her as she was part of the department of education.

She focused on pushing Enid to get accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and it worked. They were able to appeal to Headmaster Weems and she was accepted. Within two years later, Thornhill even transferred over to Hogwarts to be a professor of Herbology as their previous professor was suddenly poisoned.

With the new position and now being the Head of the Hufflepuff House, Thornhill was even closer with Enid. Even before meeting Enid, Thornhill got all of the Hufflepuff’s students' profiles and she learned the disclosed information as well. Figuring out that the child was a werewolf was a cherry on top, if Enid wouldn’t kill maybe the inner monster will. 

When Enid was twelve years old, she finally met Thornhill. They would merely greet each other on a daily basis, but nothing was strong enough to solidify a friendship or any relationship. So, Thornhill worked around the clock from teaching students, befriending Enid, and needing to figure out who needed to be sacrificed to bring forth Lord Voldemort. She thought for a while it could be Yoko, and it could have happened if the two children were still enemies but somehow they became practically sisters. She put a pin on Yoko, as it was back-up plan if she couldn’t find another powerful wizard besides her. She just needed a way to get Yoko back as an enemy to Enid.

Professor Thornhill still needed a way to get Enid to open her secrets to her, so she unleashed the chain of the werewolf one night, and that’s all she needed to do to make a child vulnerable. The next morning covered in blood, disoriented and was caught by Thornhill early in the morning. Enid broke down in front of her, and slowly a more trusted bond was formed.

It wasn’t hard for Enid to open up. Thornhill would make sure she would be a mother figure to her. Then, the domino began falling into place. Wednesday was expelled and when it was rumoured that she will be enrolling at Hogwarts.Thornhill found her newest victim for the sacrifice. She didn’t have to worry about them being friends, because learning from Wednesday’s profile, she tended not to make any and have too many enemies.

She was pulling all of the strings. She even got Rowan to join the Death Eater’s agenda when he came into the school. All she had to do was promise vengeance against the Ministry of Magic for him to join.

Then, Esther Sinclair’s death sentence finally happened, and everything fell right for Thornhill. Enid was isolated and it was time to use that to her advantage. She provided the sense of hope and comfort that Enid desired, and Enid was willing to accept Thornhill’s invitation. When Enid eventually figured out that Thornhill was a Death Eater, she was taken aback, but out of hopelessness, she accepted their invitation. Enid didn’t want to, as she didn’t believe in their ideology, but she had nothing left like an egg shell. She wanted someone to call her family, and if this was the path she had to take, then she must.

Desperate to have a sense of friendship, Enid was forced to work alongside Rowan and Thornhill. So now, the werewolf’s nails grew to dark ebony claws and the wolf claws drag across from her forehead to her chin. If evil, why so hot. Yup, Wednesday’s brain is basically short-circuiting by the sensation of Enid’s warm touch.

“If you plan to kill me, please end me slowly. I would most prefer you to rip my heart out as it already belongs to you.” While Wednesday couldn’t help but smile at the thought of her death caused by her friend, Enid was confused by Wednesday’s preference of death. Enid wondered if this Wednesday’s attempt to flirt with her, or how she prefers to be killed. Nonetheless, the Hufflepuff will complete this sacrifice and bring forth Voldemort, as that was her destiny. 

Enid slowly towered Wednesday. As the sideburns grew, the beast slowly made its appearances. With the bones cracked, Wednesday, instinctually, caressed the face of the “beast.” Enid winced by the touch of the cold fingers. The macabre goth knew Enid was in physical pain, but watching her having slight hesitation to kill her, she must also be suffering mentally as well.

“You look absolutely ravishing underneath the moonlight, mio lupa. Oh, I had dreadful nightmares of this.”

Wednesday kept creasing the cheek of the transforming werewolf, there was no sight of fear in the orbs of darkness. Enid only saw admiration from the girl that broke her heart. Wednesday should fear her…everyone eventually does. Isn’t that why everyone left her.

Enid placed her clawed hand against the freezing hand that was holding her barely formed maw. Enid attempted to speak. She wanted Wednesday to stop whatever this was, but not a single world could penetrate the silent chamber.

The goth’s finger slowly grazed from Enid’s chin to her fangs. “Beautiful.” There was a whimper.

“P…please st…stop. I have to end your life, soon.”

“Whatever you desire, I’m all yours.” A single tear droplet trickled down to Enid’s jaw and the rest of tears followed.

Enid choked up, “Why? … Why aren’t you afraid of me? Aren’t you afraid of what I am?” Wednesday had a great view of all the pointy canines and claws and all she wanted to kiss each and every one of those deadly weapons.

“How could I ever be afraid of this? Your beauty strikes me whether you turn into a ravenous beast or your intimidating bubbly human form.” 

“Then why did you push me away for so long, if you weren’t afraid this entire time?”

The young Addams was taken aback by it, “Because… my family has a family curse; when we fall in love we are smitten beyond comprehension. When we fall in love, we become obsessed with our soulmate. Our love for our soulmate courses through my veins. I can only die because of them.  I feared for the Addam’s curse, because I was afraid of emotions, and that it would weakened me. But if you are my soulmate and I have already fallen in love with you which activated my curse, … I would be okay with that.”

Enid blankly stared back at her. Has the transformation already made her lose her human thoughts?

Wednesday took a deep breath, “When I was dying,... all I could think was you and how I regret not reciprocating my feelings earlier. How I wish that I was with you that night, and not alone dying in the dark forest. I miss eating a meal with you and our simple conversations. You being a werewolf only makes me desire you even more. It had never bothered me when I first discovered it. You are shrouding yourself in this hideous Death Eater’s outfit and I know this isn’t you-”

“Hey, I picked that outfit.” Thornhill interrupted.

“Excuse me, this isn’t about you. Where was I…oh yes, You aren’t a murderer, yourself. I can see that you’re hesitating on taking my life away. You don’t want to.” Wednesday pleaded with her hand gently held by the claw paw.

Enid growled. “I can’t…I have to…I don’t have a choice. It’s my…destiny.” Enid weakly muttered.

“Just because a seer predicted it, it isn’t full-proof. Divination is never fully accurate. There’s a 1 percent chance none of it can be real. You can change all of that, right now.” Wednesday’s voice was gentle like the cool breeze during a hot summer day.

“I…I'm a monster, Wednesday. I have been a monster my whole life, and no one wants a monster in their life. That hasn’t changed, and it made me lose everyone which makes my prophecy come true no matter what. So, stop trying! Thornhill was the only person who stayed by my side when everyone left, including you.”

“You aren’t a monster in my eyes and even if you were, I still would want you in my life or the next.” Wednesday took a deep whiff and caught Enid’s sweet natural smell. Despite being kidnapped, she was at more ease with what she was about to admit, “Every full moon, I had spent my nights with you, and every time the sun rose up, I had carried you back to the infirmary. Not once have I ever regretted it since knowing you, and I will do it over and over, until I’m buried in my family’s grave. Even if I die, I would spend the afterlife waiting and watching over you. So stop this nonsense because even this side of you, I will disgustingly adore for the rest of my torturous life.”

A long whine could be heard in the chamber as the face of a werewolf slowly retreats, returning to the innocent face that Wednesday loved equally as well.

“Wednesday…you never left me?” Her foot took a step back.

“Enid, I had never left you alone this entire time. I do apologise if it wasn’t more apparent, but during that time, I made many faults that angered you and you didn’t want me around. Yet, I wanted to see you all the time, even if you never wanted me to.” 

Wednesday let out the loudest huff as something gripped tightly around her ribs like if she was a stress ball.

There it was. Finally, the sun and the moon eclipsed each other. Enid wrapped tightly around Wednesday for a hug.  Thornhill disgusted and pointed at their hug, “What the fuck just happened?”

All of the sudden, Weems appeared out of nowhere. “I believe you were defeated by the power of friendship.” 

“Bullshit, they look more than friends! Weems?” With a simple wave, Professor Thornhill was paralyzed by the Headmaster Weems.

“How did you find us?” Enid was shocked and scared to see their headmaster in front of her.

“I heard gossip that Wednesday was looking for you and knowing your "history." I had to find you as well. How I found you was easy. Years ago, I had placed a tracking spell on you to find you when you transformed into a werewolf, so I followed your mark on this map.” Weems waved around the tracking map like a child with its new toy.

Weems clapped her hands and announced, “Welp, it has been a long day. Ladies, it’s time to leave, now.” Enid took the hand cuffs that were causing redness to Wednesday’s wrist, and broke Wednesday free with complete ease. Wednesday was impressed by the quality of handcuffs. She wondered where Thornhill got them from. This was one of the best kidnapping experiences she ever had.

Near the exit, Wednesday turned her head and noticed that Enid was nowhere near them. “Enid, why aren’t you leaving?”

The Hufflepuff covered her lips with hands to hide her elongated canines, “It’s the full moon tonight, and I’m going to transform sooner or later. You just have to leave me.”

“Like I said before, I won’t leave you.”

“And if you don’t leave, I might kill you and cause the end of the world, still. So, if you do stay…then please kill me so I don’t hurt you. I hurt you enough already.” Enid’s claw was outwardly displayed.

Without hesitation, “I can not fulfil your request.”

“Wednesday, let’s leave Ms. Sinclair here in the chamber tonight. We can retrieve her in the morning.”

“No.” Wednesday had the nerves to pout at Weems. 

Enid’s sapphire eyes watered up a bit, “Wednesday…”

“I’m staying with you tonight.”  Wednesday took out from her sleeves an oversized handcuff that was given from Yoko. Weems was curious on how the hell does Wednesday keep pulling out dagger and handcuffs from her sleeves. “May I?” Enid showed both of her wrists. Wednesday took her right wrist and cuffed her against a sturdy pipe that was attached to the wall.

“I think we can spend the rest of the night together.” The young Addams had the audacity to smirk at Weems, which caused a twitch in the headmaster’s eye.

Weems rubbed the temple of her forehead and knew she could not change Wednesday’s mind. “Maybe Thornhill was right…I’ll get the two of you together tomorrow morning.” She waved off and took Thornhill with her so she could give her to the authorities.

As Headmaster Weems left, Enid began her transformation and Wednesday looked away respectfully as the werewolf tore through their clothes. The sharp nails that scraped the walls like chalk on the blackboard. The handcuffs perfectly fitted the behemoth of a wolf. The howls and roars echoed in the chamber. It was music to Wednesday’s ear. 

When the transformation was completed, the werewolf was throwing a rampage trying to escape. It attempted to claw and bite the study handcuff, but it was no avail. When the werewolf realised that Wednesday was in front of it, it attempted to lunge forward, but once again it was to no avail. It pulled and pulled the handcuffs apart, and Wednesday just sat down on the ground and watched the beast attempt to eat her. Wednesday enjoyed this night just like every previous full moon keeping the beast company. By the time the werewolf lessened its rampage, Wednesday had fallen asleep leaning next to a wall. The lycan just kept sniffing the tuckered student, and its eyes were unable to take its eyes off from the young Addams.

The next morning, in the lightless-chamber, Enid slowly woke up. Her body was incredibly sore from the bone shifting and limbs popping in and out. The werewolf had expected to see her skin covered in dark crusted crimson blood everywhere. However, the first thing she noticed was that she was covered in a charcoaled-coloured robe with an emerald hood that had a distinct coffee-stained paper smell.  Wednesday was in front of her leaning against the wall, still asleep.

Enid tried to get up, but was unable to. Clank . The sound alarmed Wednesday, waking her up instantaneously, and Enid slipped out of the large steel handcuffs. A sigh of relief echoed in the chamber. “You’re alive.” 

“Unfortunately.”

The werewolf covered her body up for decency with Wednesday’s robe. “I’m glad that you’re okay… Wednesday?” 

“Enid?”

“Did you really mean everything you said last night?”

Without skipping a beat, “I meant everything.”

“Even you being my soulmate?”

“Even that, yes.” Wednesday was more certain of those words than the amount of daggers hidden in her sleeves.

The normally hopeless romantic couldn’t reciprocate the same feeling. Enid wanted love so much for years. To be loved by someone who accepted her for everything, and when someone finally declared it all; it didn’t feel right for Enid. Last night, she almost killed Wednesday. How could Wednesday still love her after all of that? Why would someone still love her for almost murdering them? “...I don’t deserve your love.” 

Wednesday did not expect Enid to say that. Her words were more painful than death itself. “You deserve all the love as long as my blood still flows within me.”

“Wednesday…”

The young Addams started to ramble, which was unlike her. “I suppose my declaration was too forthcoming. I should have waited, but I could no longer resist.” 

“You know, if you said all of this to me at the start of the year. I would have been on my knees ready to propose, but after everything…?”

Wednesday’s hand hesitantly reached over to Enid, “Then, let’s just start over from the beginning as friends. My name is Wednesday Addams, housed in Slytherin. Daughter of Gomez and Morticia Addams. Expelled from my previous school due to attempted murder. The reason why Slytherin is in 4th place in the House Cup this year. I am a B positive blood recipient.” Enid couldn’t help but laugh at Wednesday to the point she almost fell down, fortunately was caught by Wednesday. It has been so long since Enid laughed that she almost forgot what it sounded like, and the Slytherin would do anything to hear that maniacal laughter again or see that piercing smile that could cut her main arteries leaving her bleeding to her demise.

As they were heading back to their respective dormitories, Enid spotted a very tense Yoko in front of her room. Ever since Enid rejected Yoko’s initial apology, Yoko wanted to make sure her ex-bff was still getting enough sleep by hearing her ridiculous thunderous snores just before everyone woke up, in the most non-creepy way possible.

“Yoko.”

“Enid, is that you?”

“Yoko?”

Yoko’s voice was relieved, and her shoulder dropped downard, “Enid?”

They rushed towards each other as if they were the opposite signs of a magnet finding each other. As the distance between them dwindled, Yoko slowed down as she got a better look at her ex-best friend. They were a metre apart and yet the distance between them felt further apart than that. Yoko took a step forward, but Enid took two steps back. 

“So, you are a Death Eater, huh?” Enid shamefully nodded her head with her heart racing, and slowly turned her body away from Yoko. The Hufflepuff’s blood chamber was slamming relentlessly fearing what Yoko might say next. The blonde’s thoughts consumed her, while Yoko had one thought only.

“Do you really believe in what … they believe?”

The younger girl's shoulder sunk down, and shook her head, “No…I never did. I just grew up with them, and they taught me lies and fed me ideas that don't reflect me. I don’t believe in it. I only went back because it was the … last home that wanted me back where no one else wanted me…I’m sorry. I get it if you don’t want to be friends anymore because of my past affliction and my poor life decisions. I wouldn’t want to either if I was you to protect your family’s reputation and yourself.”

Yoko closed the distance between them. They could feel each other's breath. Enid slowly stared back at Yoko, and Yoko wrapped her arms tightly around her best friend as if she feared Enid could slip away like last time.

Unlike the last attempted hug Yoko gave, Enid reciprocated this time, and her eyebrows furrowed. The two best friends' tears were pouring out like a broken dam. “I’m so sorry for saying so many terrible things about you, and hurting you and -” Enid wanted to ramble more, but the guilt swallowed her thoughts drowning her like a porcelain vase overfilled.

“Enid… it’s okay. I'm just happy that you’re okay. That matters more to me than anything else, because I thought I lost you.  The last several months, all I saw was you being miserable, sad, and angry at the whole world, and all I wanted was you to be happy and smiling again. I don’t want you to shed any more tears anytime soon, okay. I know you have been crying for such a long time, and I wasn’t there to collect from the rivers. I wasn’t there to support you when you needed it. But, I’m here now. I’m willing to listen to anything you say. I’m not afraid of the rumours or gossip.” Yoko cupped Enid’s cheek and used her thumbs to wipe away the tears stream.

“But, I have done so many horrible things…, and said so many terrible things-” The Hufflepuff’s throat tightened and the tears won’t stop falling down.

Yoko reminded her with concern apparent on her face, “Enid, deep breath. Deep breaths.” Enid took a deep breath, but was still choking up. She was unable to respond back to Yoko as if breathing is no longer an instinct. Yoko continued to collect from the rivers that leaked from the cerulean eyes, and wiped the tear stains away from the Hufflepuff’s cheek.

Yoko kept softly gazing at Enid, “It’s okay. You’re going to be alright… I forgive you, because I … know you. You’re still my Enid. My best friend. My little sister. You’re not a Death Eater, because I know you. You were forced to do something or become like one of them growing up, because that’s what you only knew. But that doesn’t represent who you intrinsically are. I’m sure you were brainwashed for such a long time…and when you had to relearn the world… from seeing it yourself, we finally got you. The Enid that I know and the most authentic version of yourself. …You’re not the reason the world will be destroyed, because you would never. You love everything and everyone no matter what.” Enid sobbed further as Yoko continued.

“I know you, and I should have done better as a friend… and as an older sister for you. You were just hurting from the world so much that our relationship got fucked up because of the crossfire. You were in pain and I couldn't ease your suffering! I choose not to be there when I should have. I left you bleeding alone where I could have stopped it.”

“No, I made… you bleed. I should have told you from the beginning, and I’m so sorry-”

“Stop saying sorry. You had your reason to not tell me and be upset and angry with me, and … I finally understand why you didn’t want to tell me it all. It took me a while to accept it and I’m sorry it took so long, because I was a coward…So please, Enid. Look at me.” Enid looked back at her best friend’s shade.

“I forgive you, alright. Can you forgive me for not being there for you when you needed me the most?” Enid’s head nodded as she kept sobbing on Yoko’s shoulder. “We can repair this relationship. It’s not too late. Just don’t leave me again, … alright and I won’t leave you as well. I will always be here for you, no matter what. I’m really sorry that I abandoned you. You didn’t deserve that and the months of pain you had to endure. None of this was your fault.”

Enid tightened her hug more, “I … I miss you so much Yoko.”

“I miss you too.”

Weeks later after the fiasco, the Ministry of Magic dropped all charges against Enid Sinclair as their real culprit was Thornhill masterminding everything, particularly all of the murders. While Enid would have been charged for being an accomplice, it was dismissed as she agreed to take a plea deal and locate the rest of the Death Eaters as a trade. It was a messy court case, but the child was finally free. The Daily Prophet was still undeniable harsh against the Hufflepuff’s character and history, but that was changed quickly once Wednesday read one article. The Daily Prophet never wrote another hit piece like that ever again for some strange reason.

While the public didn’t trust Enid whatsoever, it didn’t take too long for people to relearn who Enid really was. It wasn’t hard to tell one’s kind nature and hers was easily shown by her work from volunteering and her typical day-to-day behaviour. Less of their peers didn’t scamper away from Enid, but instead of Wednesday once again. Just like how Wednesday preferred. One by one Enid’s friend apologised to her about abandoning her, which Enid ultimately accepted.

During every full moon since, Wednesday accompanied Enid for every transformation. Before the transformation, they would have picnic dinner in the Forbidden Forest under the moonlight. Wednesday was amused by how much Enid loved talking about the stars and its constellations, and Enid was grateful she didn’t have to spend her nights alone anymore.

Enid kept up with quidditch and practice to distract herself from the public hate, until a slow wave of prejudice decreased. It took a great deal of convincing, but Enid finally succumbed to Wednesday’s wants. Wednesday finally had the opportunity to get hit by one of Enid’s bulger during practice and it was one of the best days of her life. 

It didn’t come to a surprise that the Hufflepuffs won the house cup once again and went onto the international quidditch game. They ended up placing 2nd place. For every game that Enid won, Wednesday would slip a poem into her locker. No matter how big the trophies that Enid received, the poems were worth more than any of the shiny plaques with her name on it.  Recruiters were initially against recurring Enid, but soon they were looking into the energetic Hufflepuff once again. Just two months before the summer vacation began, Enid was invited to join the prestigious summer training camp for quidditch, which she leaped out of the dining table and her group of friends cheered for her.

While Enid was focused on quidditch, Wednesday finally was able to focus on her writings. She finally completed her novel. It was a murder-mystery novel about a girl who has to solve her parent’s death who died under mysterious circumstances 12 years ago. The main character believed that her parents’ death was a murdered rather than suicide, but as she uncovered the truth she found herself learning more about a dark mysterious society that her parents were uncovering before they died. She hoped that a publishing company would finally accept her latest novel to be distributed, because this would be her fourth attempt. The last three were reviewed to be not public friendly and not marketable.

Unfortunately, the Hogwarts duelling team lost their championship, because Wednesday refused to cooperate with Bianca and did not perform well because Enid wasn’t there to watch her. Wednesday was hoping to impress the other girl, but the other girl was unable to attend due to her mandated volunteer service. Yoko surprisingly won her duels, which made Bianca highly considered Yoko to be a contender for co-captain.

Back in New Jersey, Morticia Addams ordered Thing around, “Thing, may you fetch me one of my crystal balls. I need to do a quick divination.” The detached hand scurried to retrieve one of the many crystal balls laying around the Addams Manor to Morticia.

“Thank you, Thing. Let’s see what the future has in store?”

The crystal ball’s naturally cloudy-colour began to shift to see Wednesday’s future. Not a single drop of blood-coloured red in her future, but rather a lot of sage, fern, and sacramento grassy fields  where Wednesday and a blonde figure were having an eerie picnic under the eclipse with lit champagne coloured candles circling around them and the best penmanship of satanic pentagram marked underneath them. Her daughter was wildly holding a blood-magic spellbook cackling as she recited the incantation, while her partner was beyond smitten and wordless wanting to lean into Wednesday’s lip.

Gomez suavely entered his lover’s chamber, “Mi amor, what did you see?”

“Just our little scorpion’s ending.”

“Splendid! Should I dig another grave next to them?”

“Yes, dear. Please make it deeper and larger than the rest. It seems that our daughter has a lust for a deadly monster.”

As Yoko and Wednesday were both headed to the Dungeon for their duelling club, Yoko attempted to make small talk with the most anti-social classmate possible.

“So, any updates in your life, Addams?”

“None important. Although, it was strange that my mother had asked me to invite Enid over to our home in New Jersey for the summer. What does that mean?”

“Uhhh…maybe she just wants her to come over. You don’t have to worry about asking her though. My family always invites Enid over to London for the summer, so Enid is coming with me.” Wednesday did not like that idea and turned around and quickly walked away from Yoko.

“Addams? Where are you going? Bianca is going to announce her co-captain! You might be co-captain. Don’t leave me! If you leave, then I’ll probably be co-captain and that means more responsibility for me.” Wednesday ignored the Gryffindor’s multiple questions. She had more important things than whoever becomes co-captain to deal with.

“Enid…would you like to come visit me at my home in New Jersey a week before your training camp?”

Enid, with cheeks filled with raw meat, muffled, “mmf?”

“Don’t make me repeat twice. Also, swallow your meal. As much as I enjoy you choking and turning blue again, that colour dulls the colour of your eyes.”

“Shouldn’t you be in the duelling club?”

“Yes, but don’t change the subject. What’s your answer?”

“...I’ll have to think about it.”

“Don’t think too long. If you want to come over to my home just before your summer training, meet me at the platform at 10 AM exactly. Don’t be late.”

It was finally the end of the semester and all of the students were returning home for their summer break. Some were graduating, such as Tyler, who was excited about what their future held. Some were scared and saddened that their time at Hogwarts has finally ended. Weems was grateful that there were no more murders in the last two months. It was too much paperwork for her to deal with. Yoko did subpar in her O.W.L’s, because she was busy working overnight for her jewellery business that she passed out during most of her morning exams. Bianca was glad that the semester was finally over, because their whole 5th year was insane to say the least. Like being chased by a werewolf was not in her bingo card nor was losing the championship because her teammate was performing poorly because her obvious crush was not there.

At the station at 9:50 AM, the young Addams was waiting for the once-again bubbly Hufflepuff. Her luggage was all stowed away inside the train, and Wednesday was genuinely sweating through her black attire and it wasn’t because of the heat of the summer. The normally calm and deadpan goth was beyond panicking with the thoughts that Enid might not actually show up and refuse her invitation.

Thud.

Thud.

Then, she recognized their footsteps from the staircase nearby. Her shoulder was slightly relaxed and spine straightened.

“You actually came.” 

Enid detected Wednesday’s shocked heartbeat and only returned her an ear-to-ear grin, and inside Wednesday’s ebony cold chambers beated quicker than usual. “Well, you did offer.”

“It was the most haunting offer compared to being alone for a week just before your quidditch camp.” 

“Thank you so much, Wednesday.”

Anything for you was the response that Wednesday wanted to reply, but she ended up awkwardly nodding her head.

Yoko passed by the two fifth years, and Enid casually wrapped her arm around her best friend forever. When eventually parting Hogwarts to head to their summer destinations, Enid let out a phrase that made Wednesday drawn over, “This is going to be the best summer ever!”

Wednesday muttered her breath, “Painfully so.” Enid peaked over to her shoulder and noticed that Wednesday was trying to force her smirk down to display the cold-hearted front that everyone was afraid of, but not Enid.

Chapter Text

Wednesday Addams was a sixth year, now, at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She had expected herself to have successfully escaped this school last year, but instead she met a feral violent werewolf, was almost killed by a deranged student twice, was placed in a coma, kidnapped, and was set to be sacrificed for Lord Voldemort’s resurrection. It was a mortifying experience in the best way possible. It was dangerous to say the least that Wednesday wanted to continue her education at Hogwarts.

If you had asked her last year did she escape the school where her parents fell in love and avoided the Addam’s curse of love, then you’ll probably get a response that she was able to escape it all, and that she was incapable of falling in love and becoming weak like the rest of her family. She would have claimed that she made no friends last year. However, her plans went downhill the moment she saw Enid Sinclair, on her first day at Hogwarts, who was unfearful of the cold dagger stare-down that Wednesday threw out. 

The blonde with the atrocious cyan and pink tips giggled and loudly laughed across the dining hall during this year's sorting hat ceremony talking with Eugene. Wednesday kept glancing over at Enid trying to get her attention throughout the whole ceremony. Her stares were unable to capture Enid’s attention. How pitiful.

The night after the ceremony, Wednesday was facing her greatest enemy of all time, writer’s block. If she could straggle it, she would have by now. Her fingers were unable to think of profound words to capture her reader’s attention or hers. She let out a mortifying groan, and leaned backward on her solid-black oak chair.

Clink.

Door knob shaked.

Clink.

Clink.

Wednesday naughty smirked, and went to open her door to see what idiot would have the audacity to break into the most perilous room of all of Hogwarts. There she was. Enid, who was casually leaning on the door frame with a bobby pin in her hands, pretended that she wasn’t the person who was attempting to break into the Slytherin’s dorm-room, just now. 

Wednesday raised an eyebrow. “Are you trying to lock-pick my door?”

Enid surrendered her bobby pin to Wednesday and defeatedly spoke, “Yea. I asked Pugsley to teach me lockpicking over the summer so I can impress you when we come back.”

Normally, the shorter girl's cheeks were colourless but it turned a shade of light pink and she bit her lower lips, “No need to impress or flirt with me, anymore. I’m quite smitten by you, already.” Enid closed the door behind her, and kept mischievously grinning back at Wednesday like a child who got an extra dessert after dinner. The Slytherin sat back at her desk trying to write the next paragraph, but her eyes kept lingering and looking back at Enid who got comfortable on her all-black bed sheet.

Wednesday pouted at Enid, “Why did you not look at me during last night's ceremony?”

“I thought you were the one who wanted a discrete relationship. Sorry babycakes, I didn’t look back at you. Next time, I'll look longingly at you every time you coldly stare at me.” Enid couldn’t help, but winked towards the Addams. Wednesday could feel her cheeks flushed once again, and she cleared her throat.

“No, no. It’s alright. Let’s keep it as discreet as possible. I can’t possibly deal with the nuisance of what our house will say, and rumours that will spark.”

“Well our relationship is only known by a few people, your family … and Yoko.”

“I must say I was expecting Yoko to be more excited about the news. Strangely she was calm about it.”

“Maybe she wasn’t surprised by the news. She was rooting for us when I had a crush on you last year.” Yoko never received the mail that Enid sent over the summer because by the time it arrived the mail was soaked in rain water and arrived soggy and illegible. So, their maid mistook it as owl’s pellets, and chucked it into the trash. 

Enid softly whispered, “...Willa, I know it’s your writing time, but do I have to leave now? I was hoping I could stay overnight with you. It has been too long since I have felt your icy embrace.” It had been a month since they saw each other. The last time they saw each other was during the full moon where Wednesday invited Enid to come over and spend her werewolf-self at the Addams’s Manor.

“No, I would like you to stay with me. You took so long to unsuccessfully lockpick at my door.” Enid muffled her snicker at Wednesday’s mockery at her skill.  “My writing and readers can wait. For you, I cannot.” The Slytherin got up from the writing mood, and slowly approached Enid as if she was a keen fox on the prowl and Enid was a meek rabbit out in the open fields. Wednesday leaned over to Enid, and traced her frigid fingers on the flushed jawline.

However, Enid no longer had any more patience left in her. So, the Hufflepuff yanked on the green and silver striped necktie towards her chest, so she could kiss her girlfriend’s lip. Oh how Wednesday missed the warmth of Enid’s lip pressed against hers.

The following morning, Enid snuck out of Wednesday’s dormitory before any student woke up, which was always difficult as Wednesday refused to let Enid go. Her cuddles were like a bear-trap. It took five minutes of convincing and pleading, but the Hufflepuff finally escaped. But when Enid was changing her uniform, she did not notice that she must have accidently grabbed the emerald and silver tie that belonged to a particular Slytherin. She assumed she grabbed her bumblebee-coloured tie, as she was colour-blind and could not tell the difference.

Just before Charm class began, Yoko first noticed the different tie and cleared her throat. “Girl, are you wearing a Slytherin’s tie?”

Enid promptly removed Wednesday’s necktie around her neck, “Oh shit! Thanks Yoko for noticing. I must have grabbed the wrong tie this morning.” Yoko nodded her head, “Sometimes, I forget you’re colour-blind and you do these things and I remember.”

“You are a real one for that, bruh.” Enid assumed that Yoko was protecting her discrete relationship, while Yoko genuinely believed that Enid mistook someone’s laundry because this wasn’t the first time. This was the twentieth time since they have known each other.

They chest bumped each other, and unfortunately for Yoko she flew backward sliding across the stone floor thanks to Enid’s recent muscle growth from quidditch camp, and being a werewolf did not help.

“Girl, you need to lay off those goddamn chest workouts. Merlin’s beard, that’s bloody insane.” Yoko rubbed her lower back. 

Later that day, during dinner, Enid plopped into the dining table across from Bianca, Divina and Yoko, “So, how was your summer?”

Divina chuckled, “Well, me and Yoko decided to actually do that road-trip around Europe that we have been talking about for awhile. It was so fun. We got to do a lot of hiking and tourist stuff. I wished Bianca could have joined us. You would have so much more fun.”

Bianca responded, “and risk being a third wheel and getting lost in the middle of Europe with you idiots. No thanks. I was busy de-stressing with several good books in my hand and the most refreshing drink next to the ocean, especially after everything that happened last year. I deserve that.”

Divina tilted her head, “No summer fling this year? No lifeguard on duty? No wealthy yacht kid for you to snog?”

“Bloody fucking no. Men disappoint me nowadays.” Bianca distantly glared over at her previous ex-boyfriend, Xavier, as she tightened her grip on her spoon. “Anyways. What about you, Enid? I’m sure you have a lot to tell us.” Bianca not-so subtly winked at the Hufflepuff.

Enid was shovelling as much food as possible into her mouth, and muffled, “Not much. Quidditch camp was pretty good. Made some new friends over the summer. I definitely improved a lot so that’s a plus, and I’m officially the Hufflepuff’s quidditch captain.”

Yoko interrupted, “Sunshine, I think Bianca is talking about your previous obsession last year.”

It took Enid a second to remember what her obsession was and choked on her food by the realisation, “ Cough . Cough . Oh… you’re talking about Wednesday. Not much happened between us.” She nervously twirled her thumbs around.

Bianca slammed her palm against the wooden dining table, “Girl. I heard that she invited you to stay with her and her family in New Jersey a week before you had training.”

“Oh that. Yea, Wednesday asked me, so I won’t be lonely here for a week. She was being really nice.” The blonde blushed at the gesture, and thought about the day Wednesday asked. It was like fireworks in her brain.

“Enid, be for real. Wednesday is nice. Say it until you see the problem.”

“Wednesday is nice.Wednesday is nice. Wednesday is nice” Bianca’s eye twitched because she knew Enid was playing dumb.

Bianca took a deep breath and released her pent up energy, “She tortured Yoko, interrogated her, and practically drugged her. She almost got me killed too many times. She got Divina paranoid, and now she learned a bunch of rope knot techniques-”

Divina had to interrupt Bianca as her armpits were sweating, “It’s for sailing. I’m considering getting a sail licence after graduating and will sail around the world.”

The prefect waved off her roommate, “Sure Div. I’m just saying Enid, Wednesday doesn’t have good intentions with people and I’m just worried.”

“I’m greatly pleased that you don’t find me with good intentions, still. I would like it to remain as a complete nightmare for all of you.” Wednesday had finally found Enid, and her friends and decided to plant herselves next to her girlfriend. “Oh, here you go, Enid.” Wednesday forked over an overcooked steak, which caused Enid to drool. Instinctively the affectionate girl wanted to lean over and kiss the goth’s lip, but Wednesday reached over to the Hufflepuff’s hand and grasped onto it tightly. Wednesday’s bleak dark eyes spoke, “not now.”

“Thanks Wednesday. Guys, close your mouth. Wednesday doesn’t like overcooked steaks. She likes it more raw, so she just gives it to me because she knows I need more protein. It’s something we’ve learned during the summer.”

The trio looked at each other and back to the most confusing dynamic in front of them. They decided to retreat to consume their meal with the most deafening silence. Yoko was rapidly tapping her foot and had to blurt out, “So, how was your summer, Addams? Was Enid a good roommate? I hope she didn’t hide some glitter in your room.”

“My summer was petrifying as always, Tanaka. I had the fortunate opportunity to attempt to tame a killer monster, and worked on my new novel. For your other inquiry, Enid was a dreadful-” Wednesday paused for a split nanosecond. “- roommate that kept me up most nights and on my toes throughout the day.”

Something was wrong and that made Yoko was suspicious as fuck. Wednesday doesn’t pause in the middle of a sentence. Wednesday never paused when she spoke before and worst off, Wednesday seemed genuinely happy. Something happened in the summer to Wednesday to make her happy, and Yoko was going to get to the bottom of it. Her mind was set. Yoko was no more. It was time to cue an awesome anime transformation scene, and switch from the circular dark shade to a rectangle thick black sunglasses. It’s now Inspector Yoko.

Bianca raised an eyebrow, “Hey Yoko, do you just carry a bunch of sunglasses with you at all times?” The Gryffindor scoffed, “No…I must leave. Now!” The eccentric goth ran off, and tripped on her robes belly flopping onto the ground where everyone watched from their seats. The dining hall was in utter silence as they watched the most embarrassing thing at the start of the semester.

Enid looked over at Divinia, “Should we be worried?”

Divina let out a loving sigh and muttered, “What a twat.”

The following day, at dusk, there was murmuring underneath the breath of mischievous Gryffindor in their dormitory. Every passerby was concerned about the newly developed behaviour. They were more concerned if the sixth year gained a new hobby, and they all hoped it was something that she can’t create and needs to resell.

“A black blank board. Check. And Divina said ‘I'll never use this.’” Yoko couldn’t believe someone threw out a bunch of perfectly unused pitch-black poster boards last year, so she took it all.

“Pink Yarn. Thank you Enid’s crochet kit. Check.”

“Notepad and Pen. Check.”

“A drawing of a girl with pigtails to represent Wednesday. Check”

Yoko was preparing for something dangerous, even treacherous where no man has ever dared to attempt. She had to uncover Wednesday’s secret and why she was happy. Nothing good could come if she was happy. The reason could be gruesome and vile knowing Wednesday.

This could involve a dead body. What if it was? Her mind started to backtrack. Maybe, Yoko wanted to back out if it was that the case. Oh god, what if it was? She began to tug, yank, and scratch her silky black hair.

Then, her door swung open with a loud burst of energy coming into the room of contemplation; her best friends, Divina and Enid, excitedly entered Yoko’s sanctuary discussing something about quidditch.  

“Girl, the recruiters were impressed like they wanted to sign you now. You weren’t kidding when you said you might actually go pro when you graduated!”

The Hufflepuff squealed, “Really! You think that I might actually get a shot with colleges again, or go professional.” Yoko hid her investigation board behind her, so her friends wouldn’t be worried about her recent behaviour.

“By the way, thank you for almost killing my brother today with that bulger hit. It was like a missile, Enid. Thank you”

Enid laughed at Divina, “Contexts, please?”

“I needed revenge after he stole my shampoo and conditioners. Saying his hair needs it more than me. Can you believe that?” Yoko’s best friend forever nodded at her awesome and amazing girlfriend with wide smile lines displayed.

“What happened to hello and how are you? I don’t recall letting both of you in.”

The bubbly girl stuck out her tongue to Yoko. “Hey Yoko. Sorry for barging in. Divina wanted to grab you for dinner. Apparently, you have been by yourself a little too long, and started muttering random things underneath your breath again according to your housemates.”

The blind girl’s shoulder slumped, “It was a one time thing, I swear on Merlin’s beard. Besides, the cartoon Pig thing is totally real and legit.”

“Babe, you were so high that you thought Peppa Pig was going to come after you because you enjoy bacon and sausage.”

“Percentage isn’t zero!”

As they were bickering about the most insane idea possible from the likelihood that Peppa pig can murder Yoko to Enid being a possible furry, the macabre pigtail girl barged in. “Sinclair, come with me.”

“What the bloody hell. Everyone is welcome to bargain in, I guess.”

“Maybe consider getting better locks to prevent us from entering or not leaving your door wide open.”

Enid cleared her throat, and Wednesday repeated herself once again, “Apologise. I will knock next time. May I borrow you, Enid, from your friends? I need your assistance with something important.” Wednesday needed Enid’s excessive energy and strength to dig up a grave, but her friends don't need to know that now.

“Yes, you can.”

Divina teased Enid in her ear, “Wednesday is like so whipped for you.”

As Enid skipped out of the Gyrffindor’s room with Wednesday, Divina finally noticed the board laying next to Yoko’s leg. “Hey babe, what do you have a poorly drawn Wednesday on like a murder board?”

“I’m trying a new hobby?” Yoko sheepishly suggested to her favourite person in the whole world, and Divina had war flashbacks from the jewellery business.

It has been a few weeks since Yoko started her investigation on the Wednesday Addams. The Gyrffindor snuck around Hogwarts quite obviously to stalk the young Addams. She had even taken the blurriest photos of Wednesday to fill her investigation board, which everyone around her watched. They were beyond confused. There were many times that Wednesday had caught Yoko with a camera in her hand, but she was just confused by the contraption and Yoko’s atypical behaviour. She just shrugged it off as it was a better hobby compared to making jewellery and getting everyone to buy it last semester. Even the creepy teen was unable to evade Yoko’s marketing prowess, it was truly heinous. Yoko was like an organised crime lord throughout that phase.

With the constant observation during dinners, classes and after school, Wednesday provided absolutely no details or hints about her strange behaviour. She was as normal as she could be. Threatening faculties, leaving peers creeped out, following Enid around like a lost puppy, creating poison during class, and making Bianca lose her mind slowly, these were common behaviour of Wednesday Addams. But none explained her pausing her sentencing. Something was up, and Yoko will eventually figure out the meaning behind it all.

Now, it was time for the hardest part. It was to interrogate students around the school. The Gryffindor had considered using Wednesday’s method of interrogation as it was successful, but she would get in trouble. So, she went with the most humane approach, talking to people.

In the Magizoology classroom, which was located near the Forbidden Forest, Yoko started off with Eugene. She had considered asking Enid, but she was too busy with try-outs for quidditch and training that she had no time. Eugene was closest to Wednesday besides Enid, so he must know something about Wednesday's new behaviour.

“Listen, I’m doing an investigative piece. Did you hear anything weird about Wednesday?” Eugene recalled one memory:

“Stop. Don’t threaten them with a smile.”

“But, I have seen you smile when threatening people.”

“...Fine, you can smile, but only manically smile.”

“Like this?” Enid showed off her smile with sharpened glistening canines and all, and Wednesday immediately lunged forward pressing her lips against the other girl.

“Your smile can tear me apart.” 

“If you don’t stop flirting with me, I’ll get off your lap. I can’t focus on practising my threats if you keep flirting with me.” Enid continued to kiss Wednesday, as her hand went from tugging on silky black pig tails to caressing the pale cheeks..

“Your threats have gotten slightly better.”

“I only learn from the best.” Enid pushed Wednesday onto her back. Then, she traced her finger on Wednesday’s jawline and snuggled in her lover’s neck. Eugene was clearly concerned about what he just heard as passed by Enid’s room. 

Before Eugene could tell Yoko about it, the voices that he recognized in the memory approached them. “Oh Hey Eugene! Have you fed the Niffler yet?” The Hufflepuff was cheerful and filled with sparkles, and there was Wednesday, who was gloom and doom, tagged along as if she was Enid’s shadow. 

“Didn’t see anything weird. Nope, I haven’t fed the cuties. I gotta go, Yoko. I have a project due soon.” Eugene scurried off, but that didn’t raise any concerns for Yoko, so she continued on to her next victims.

“That’s weird… anyways. Wednesday, before I show you how I feed the dragons, I have to take care of the Niffler first.”

“Ajax and Kent. My favourite people.”

The two pairs, immediately dropped to their knees, pleaded with Yoko, “Please, we aren’t going to buy any more jewellery from you. We don’t have any more money. Please don’t hurt us.”

“What no. I’m here for other business. Did you notice anything weird going on with Wednesday Addams?” The two put their head, literally and figuratively:

“Wednesday, I’m not going to bite you on your neck.”

“But, I want to see how strong your bite strength is. I want to see if it is worse than a Basilisk, the giant serpent, or a Hungarian Horntail, the most dangerous dragon known to wizards.”

Enid sighed, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Remember when you swung the bludger at me. I really enjoy that and I want to experience something more painful.”

Ajax and Kent were definitely high. Wednesday Addams saying that shit can’t be real. So they smack each other in the face. They definitely weren’t high.

“She says weird and creepy things, but that’s Wednesday for you.” Ajax and Kent were no help, and so Yoko continued to her most brilliant and observant friend, Bianca.

“Queen Bee! Heard anything suspicious about Wednesday lately?”

Bianca caught Wednesday discussing something in the dungeons with someone. “You don’t have to come tonight, if you don’t want to. I know you have that important test tomorrow for Charm class.”

“I have been dreading to visit you tonight, besides I have great pleasure chaining you up every time.”

Bianca was done afterward and will never eavesdrop on Wednesday ever again. She gently placed her hand on the Gryffindor's shoulder, “She’s definitely doing something with someone important.” She had a hibby jibbies from the recollection. Yoko's only lead was from Bianca. Now, what did she mean by doing something with someone important.

It has been 3 months since the start of Yoko’s investigation and Yoko stared at the heavily detailed mystery board. She could confirm only a few things. Wednesday definitely changed and was definitely hiding something. Based on what Bianca mentioned, Wednesday seemed to be close to someone and doing something. Could it be that she was dating someone? Was this the reason that she was happy?

Of course. People are usually happy when they date. But, the question was who?

Xavier?

From what Yoko had gathered from the Ravenclaws, later that day, it was a definite no like no question asked. Rumours had it that Xavier caught Wednesday with someone at Hogsmeade getting a butterbeer together. If anyone from Hogwarts knows if two people are getting butterbeer together, they were practically dating if not soon. Guess he never got the memo, so he attempted to flirt with Wednesday thinking the other person was a friend of Wednesday. Turns out, the other was not a fan of him and body slammed him to the ground from his advances. He limped back to campus with a black eye, a broken leg, and a broken arm. 

Yoko scratched Xavier as an option. Despite this lead to nowhere, what Yoko had gathered was that whoever attacked Xavier was definitely strong, possessive, hostile, and most importantly dangerous. Of course that would be Wednesday’s type. They’re probably a murderer, or someone who was plotting a particular person’s death.

Meanwhile, in the deepest parts of the dark forest, there was a Hufflepuff casually sitting on top of an olive mossy log with a chocolate fudge cake surrounded by sixteenth black balloons strung onto the jagged branches. Enid was practically whimpering over Wednesday’s birthday in the middle of the Forbidden Forest. Her smart detective girlfriend should have solved all of the cryptic puzzles that she left all over the school by now. She had spent weeks cutting a fashion magazine to create cryptic messages, and bought some industrial ropes and chloroform to kidnap Wednesday early in the morning to give Wednesday the best birthday ever.

Her first cryptic message strapped to Wednesday’s chair, which could only be unveiled by her freeing herself manually. Enid got these special ropes that magic can’t work on, which she had expected Wednesday to attempt. The cryptic said:

“You have twelve hours to solve the riddles to find me.

I’m below and broken.

Simply all around

Key to your escape for your miserable night.”

The answer would have led Wednesday to find the broken floorboard underneath the broken clock that stopped exactly at 8PM where she would find the key to unlock the door. Enid had even casted a spell that Wednesday couldn’t simply undo the lock or break the door apart. She had spent months planning outwitting any of the Slytherin's clever tactics.

Once Wednesday would get the key and get out of one of the many tower’s rooms, she would get another message directing her to Yoko’s room. 

“I’m an nuisance to you

But to the rest, one may say I’m eccentric

Proud and brave. Restless throughout the night.”

There were 15 riddles throughout the school, and hidden in every significant spot, such as the lake, Enid’s locker for quidditch, and Hogsmeade. With all of the messages, Wednesday would flip it backward to find each paper had a letter behind it that would spell out Forbidden Forest.

Enid began to sweat that drenched her white button down. Could it be possible that Wednesday didn’t have enough time? But then, the smell of coffee-stained paper was coming towards her. She appeared from the shadow of the wood as if she was in a Horror Movie, “Midnight snacking, my darling?”

Her heart jumped out of excitement, “Wednesday!”

Wednesday waved the stack of homemade messages in front of her lover, “This was quite thoughtful of you. You had actually kidnapped me from my bed, and locked me in the tower with a riddle and made me look for other clues to find you here of all places. I apologise that I was late. I felt that I was being stalked by someone earlier.”

Enid whined, “I thought I made it too difficult.” Wednesday approached her thoughtful and warm-hearted girlfriend.

“Absurd. I’m one of the best detectives you have ever met.” Enid laughed, showing off all her pearly sharpened fangs as the full moon was approaching. The Slytherin couldn’t help herself, and immediately leaned forward for her soft lips. How could such a hostile and dangerous beast possess soft and tender lips that stole her bleak heart? The dark forest hasn't heard such happiness despite the sorrow they had faced together in the place that many would fear.

“Enid Sinclair. Thank you for this wonderful gift. It was quite thoughtful of you... I love you. Even with a curse to fall madly in love with my soulmate, I still would have fallen in love with you.”  Wednesday pulled Enid in for a hug. Their heartbeats were in sync pounding every second together.

“Wednesday Addams, I loved you the very first time I saw you. You were the first person to love me for everything that I am. For the longest time, I thought no one would ever fall in love with a killer werewolf, and yet here I am with you. Thank you for loving me, my partner in crime.” Enid snickered and Wednesday tried to cover her ruby cheeks hiding behind Enid. Neither one of them wanted to let go, but the buttercream frosting was slowly dripping with condensations.

“We should probably eat this cake now.” Wednesday made a muffled sound and tightened her grasp more. She took a deeper whiff of Enid’s sweet ripe strawberries scent. She hated letting go of Enid, as if Enid was part of her body and soul. She desired to never lose her again like last year.

“Let me hug you just a bit longer.” Enid kept her comfy embrace onto the shorter girl, as well. 

“Oh, your parents sent me your birthday gift. I think you’ll like it a lot more than the puzzle I made.”

The birthday girl refused to let go of Enid still, “Nonsense. I’ll open it after the hug and cake.”

Later that night, they came out of the forest with their fingers interlocking with each other unable to let go. Neither one of them wanted to ever lose each other again. So, they both headed towards the Hufflepuff’s room for the rest of the night.

The very next day, Bianca caught Wednesday in the Dueling’s club locker room changing out of her white collar button down as it was dirty from the smoke and dust that it collected. It was then Bianca noticed Wednesday’s pale back filled with pinkish scratch marks everywhere.

“Addams, did you fight a monster last night, because how is your back okay?”

Wednesday painfully and enjoyably winced at the pain when she changed into her new shirt. “You can say that.”

Locker room talk was a haven for gossip and trash-talking, which was something Enid had taken great enjoyment after their practice once in a while. But, today was not the day. Enid needed to head out as soon as possible to the library to study with Wednesday. But then, the captain of the Hufflepuff team overheard some guys from Gryffindors were rating people’s attractiveness as she passed by.

“Bro, Wednesday is so weird and her appearance is like a corpse. The way her skin is like a reptilian. She is like a two in my books. Anyone who likes her must be into some weird shit. Probably the ugliest being in the universe.” Enid seethed by the insult.

“What the fuck did you say about Wednesday!” Enid shoved back the Gryffindor who insulted Wednesday.

“What’s your bloody problem, mate?”

“Go to hell for ranking girls by their appearance.”

“Screw off, Sinclair. This isn’t related to you. Mind your goddamn business!” Her mind completely snapped. Wednesday’s guard dog immediately threw the first punch and some teeth flew out after.

Knock. Knock.

Wednesday, quietly creaked open the Hufflepuff’s door, and saw Enid with a busted lip and a couple of scrapes on her face lying on her bed while attempting to clean up the blood on her fist. The sight of her sunshine with injuries was revolting to the Addams. She could feel her blood boil by the sight.

“I want names.”

“No need to get their name. They’re all in the infirmary more injured than me.” She smiled with her bloody rose-coloured gums, and showed off her slightly bruised fist to Wednesday. The Slytherin got closer to inspect her idiot’s bruises and her finger gently brushed against the Hufflepuff’s soft jawline. She had a few cuts on her arms and cheek but mostly some bruises. “I’ll heal quickly. No need to worry about me.” 

Enid retold what happened to her incredibly protective and murderous girlfriend with some dramatic flare and exaggeration.

“You didn’t have to fight them for me, you know. I would gladly poison their meal tonight, put spiders in their bed, or …worse.” Wednesday was still cleaning up some of Enid’s scrapes with cotton balls on her cheeks. Enid kept her soft aquatic eyes on Wednesday’s bleak dark eyes as she applied healing ointment on her. 

“I know, but I couldn’t let them say something disrespectful about you…Wednesday, has anyone told you would make a great nurse?” The Slytherin teasingly chucked one of the many multi-colour pillows towards Enid.

“I used to clean up Puglsey’s self-inflicted injuries when we used to play with knives. There was one time that his grenade shrapnel was lodged into his knee. I had to surgically remove it. It was an incredible feat of mine and his grenade.”

Despite Wednesday’s outward appearance to most was cold and creepy, there was the concerned and loving side that Enid had adored. “Say Wednesday, are you planning to go to the Winter’s Ball?”

“Not unless you will be there... Please don’t tell me, you beat up six people for me to get my attention just to ask that ridiculous teenage question.”

“It was plan C, if plan A and B failed. I was hoping beating people up was like an Addams’s flirting technique or proposal.” The Hufflepuff winked at her and Wednesday could feel a spear piercing her chest.

The goth finished patching up her lover, and landed a kiss onto her cheeks, “You’ll be the death of me.” She showed off her dimples that Enid absolutely adored.

It was finally close to the Winter’s ball, a formal event to celebrate Christmas. The girls were out shopping for their outfits for the Winter’s ball. Yoko and Divina decided to match with each other, just like last year. They were going with a pastel baby blue colour. While most students were excited, Enid was more jubilee, because couldn’t believe that Wednesday agreed to go to the Winter’s ball with her in the first place. This was the first time that the Hufflepuff had a date to the Winter’s Ball and she couldn’t be happier. She couldn’t help but smile most of the days.

“Do you think this would look good on me, Yoko?” Enid came out of the dressing room with a rainbow sequin dress. The dress blinded them like a disco ball.

“My god, you are definitely going to blind someone with those colours. Are you trying to impress someone or kill someone?”

“Can’t it both. I want to strike them dead with glitter and rainbows.”

Divina popped her head out from the changing room. “Fuck yes, I support your dreams.”

Bianca groaned and palm slapped her forehead, “I think you, guys, have been hanging out with Wednesday a bit too much.”

It was finally the night of the Winter ball. There were sheets of snow on the rocky pavement and the flurries were waltzing through the starry night. In the spacious ballroom, for the first time, Wednesday was actually physically there. Wednesday Addams was actually at the yearly winter event waiting for her girlfriend. It was strange for their peers. The hall echoed the unbelievable, and the anomaly in front of them. It was truly a spectacle. Wednesday wore a gothic obsidian lace long dress with her hair braided up in a circle like the ouroboros. It was sleeveless with a pitch-black collar and a belt wrapped around her waist. It was a proper fitting for an Addams. 

Bianca was gripping her drink for dear life, expecting that Slytherin was here to cause chaos. Then, she witnessed Wednesday getting close to Enid offering her a drink, as the Hufflepuff just arrived. The prefect kept her eyes on the troublemaker. She better not be writing a report tonight, if she was, then Enid will get an earful the next day.

When Wednesday spotted Enid, her mouth was unable to utter any words as she was beyond speechless by their beauty. She never expected Enid to wear black of all colours. The Hufflepuff wore a black chic linen dress showing off her collarbone highlighted by the faux fur on the top of the dress. The dress’s sleeve hid her muscular arms. Her blonde hair wasn’t as tame as usual, but more curlier.  Yoko tormented Wednesday earlier that Enid was coming in as a sequin disco ball trying to get her to crack. It did not, as Wednesday would appreciate any vomit-inducing colours that she came in. Her jaw couldn’t shut, Enid smirked knowing she probably gave her girlfriend a heart attack, figuratively.

“Wolf got your tongue.” Enid casually placed her hand underneath the pale girl's chins to close her mouth. A loud gulp and a rapidly pounding heart could only be picked by a werewolf’s ear.

“This suits you better than the tasteless Death Eater's outfit you wore when you chained me last semester.” Enid jokingly lightly punched Wednesday’s arm.

Xavier casually slided over to Wednesday to see if he had any chance to dance with her, but Enid looked up towards the imbecile walking. For a Ravenclaw, he wasn’t the brightest. She took her thumb and made a slicing motion over her neck. With the most deadly glare, she mouthed out loud, “Wanna go for round 2?”  He immediately turned back, and went over to his friends instead. This was the smartest decision that he ever made in the last 16 years of his life.

Kent waved over for them to join the rest of the friends, and as the two scrolled over to the table, where they sat, their fingers wanted to hug each other. Unfortunately, they couldn’t so they just brushed each other.

“Are you guys going to dance on the dance floor before the waltzing?”

“Absolutely not.” Then, the music changed from the heart-pounding pop music to the calming classical pieces that Wednesday appreciated. Then, the giggly blonde brushed Wednesday’s freezing fingers, and Wednesday felt a jolt as if she was struck by lightning. Enid quietly whispered into her ear, “May I take your hand and dance with you tonight?”

Wednesday cleared her throat and with the most dead-panned monotone voice, “I see why not.”

Enid reached over to grasp onto the freezing hand and led the way to the dance floor. They were parallel with each other, and each step followed with the other one. Enid’s left hand on Wednesday’s waist and her right arm stretched along with Wednesday. Wednesday led the waltz, and to her surprise she expected Enid to be a terrible dancer. Yet, here she was able to follow everything properly that they move in fluid motion, like if they were the moon and the tides. Enid spun the shorter girl around, which made their distance further apart. 

Wednesday strongly tugged on Enid a bit too hard to get her towards her again. The sudden tugged made her dance partner lose her concentration on the next move. Her feet stumbled on the wooden dance floor, and crashed her chest onto Wednesday.

Wednesday expected her head to slam against the dance floor, but the Hufflepuff’s hand tightly held onto her back with the other hand still holding it up to the snowy night sky. The Slytherin’s back was arched and she could only focus on Enid’s gentle lips whispering if she was alright.

The Slytherin would never imagine herself participating in these activities but for her she will. She would do anything for her. It was insane how much Enid could affect her.

As they continued to spin and waltz the ballroom, Wednesday had to ask, “I have expected you to fall and trip over by now. Who taught you waltz?”

“Besides asking Pugsley for lock picking lessons over the summer, I had asked your parents how to waltz once I learned that you were the best dancer in your family, besides your parents.” Wednesday rolled her eyes, of course her parents had taught Enid. Enid took her time knowing each family member and their interest. She had learned as much as she could just to impress Wednesday and make her fall in love throughout her time at the Addams’ Manor. It didn’t take the two to fall in love with each other harder than before.

As the loud music captured the student’s ears, the young Addams silently mouthed to her loveable goofball, so no one could ever hear, “I will happily die for you.”

Enid’s soft crimson lips moved that entranced her, “I will kill anyone that crosses you.”

Wednesday tiptoed to whisper for her lover’s scarlett ear, “...I’m alive because of you. All of your flaws that you despised for years are what makes you dreadfully perfect, and is what I, unfortunately, love the most about you. Our faith might have been woeful, and yet our affections had overcome even the most tragic story that man has ever known.” She lowered herself and had the best view of the whole night. The elegant chandelier of the lit champagne colour candle above them couldn’t outbright the glistening gentleness of ocean eyes nor the ruby lips beckoning for a kiss. 

While Wednesday didn’t have supernatural hearing, she didn’t need it to know that Enid’s heart skipped a beat or two from her soft-spoken words. Enid murmured underneath her breath, “I love you…I love the freckles dusted by the gods and the dimple that was carved by Donatello. Your taste in gore and dark subjects keeps me on my toe... We complement each other so well; I never would have thought there was someone like you. I’m glad that you tried to kill your classmates from Ilvermorny. If you never did, I would never have met you. I hope that we are together in every universe, because I cannot bear the idea if we weren’t.”

Wednesday kept her eyes on the soft arctic blue eyes that glittered when the light of the candle’s orange flame hit it. While Enid couldn’t help staring back at Wednesday’s onyx eyes like if it was the black hole and she could never escape its pull. 

“Wow, they would make such great couples.” Yoko said to Divina and the Ravenclaw slowly turned her head around in disbelief. Yoko had to know at this point, right?

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The snowy starry night of January was beyond quiet that you could hear the snow landing on top of each other. It hugged each other with its grooves and ridges connecting together to be ploughed by man, or melted by the warmth of the sun. The booming sound of the train echoed through the night as it entered Hogsmeade Village to drop off the Hogwarts’ students. The pure white blankets that laid on the centuries old evergreen pine trees shakened by the thunderous sound from the man-made motor transportation. The blanket of snow slowly slipped out of its rest and fell onto a lanky goth Gryffindor’s head.

Her girlfriend snickered at the unfortunate luck of Yoko. “Gah! It’s so cold. There’s like fifty kids here! Why me?” Yoko groaned to the sky as if it chose to torment the girl.

“Here, let me help you.” Divina tiptoed to brush the snow off.

Yoko’s face blushed like a red poppy flower on a spring day. “Thanks, Div.”

“Maybe, this is a sign of good luck for the new year on your little hobby.”

Yoko swooned a bit, “Everything you say always comforts me, you know that. Right?” Divina lightly shoved Yoko back with tease. The Gryffindor smirked back at her, and grabbed onto her royal blue mittens, and walked side-by-side with each other holding each other. 

Yoko was looking forward to the spring semester. She felt that this year was the year that she’ll figure out who Wednesday is dating, because that had to be the reason why she was happy last semester. There were no other reasons she could be happy unless it was murder. She will be more observant this time. She can’t miss any details, because she needed leads and evidence to prove her hypothesis correct.

Yoko began to maniacally chuckle which made bypassers nervous and slowly walked away from the Gryffindor. She swapped her rectangular black shade for a newer pair of sunglasses with a darker tint to make her more cryptic and more serious.

“Tanaka, have you seen Sinclair yet?” Yoko jolted from the sudden appearance of Wednesday Addams.

“Nope, I thought she was with you this entire time during the break?”

The young Addams gritted her teeth together, “No, she had to leave early from my home for quidditch practice.”

“You look more dead than usual, are you okay?”

“Not quite. I believe that Enid will take her revenge on me by starting a snowball fight at any point.”

“Come on, Addams. We aren’t children. Besides, why would she want revenge on you?”

“...I didn’t respond to her most recent letter during the break.”

“Oh, you’re fucked.”

SWOOSH!

Before anyone could react, not even Wednesday could sense it, she was struck by a snowball, and flew 3 metres away from where she stood. The Slytherin, now, laid on her back with the weapon that had assaulted her. It was chilling on her chest, and she had a massive grin on her face.

A scream that gave Yoko war-flashback. “That’s what happens when you don’t respond to me!”

Wednesday mumbled underneath her breath, “That was quite painful, Sinclair. Can you please do it again?” The blood flushed the blonde’s ear and cheeks, that were the same shade of a cherry, the moment Addams said those words.

“Are you going to get up?”

“I might request to go to the infirmary today.”

Enid quickly rushed over to her fallen lover with panic in her soft baby blue eyes, “Oh Merlin’s beard, Wednesday. It can’t be that bad. I used my left arm this time.” As Enid hovered over the short goth, her bumble bee-coloured tie dangled around Wednesday’s face. Like a playful kitten seeing a string in the air, the slender cold finger seized the tie and pulled Enid towards the snow alongside her.

“Ummph!”

The Hufflepuff body slammed into Wednesday, deepening her body into the snow, and the fluff of snow bursted upward landing onto the warm body.

“I’m quite impressed by your revenge.”

Enid leaned towards the Slytherin's ear and whispered. “What can I say, I have a really talented teacher.”  She dared to even wink at Wednesday which caused the heart of the cold-blood wizard to set itself on fire.

“Wow, Wednesday. Should I be concerned that you’re teaching sweet little Enid over here violence?” At this moment, Divinia realised that Yoko had absolutely zero idea that they were actually a couple. She may never figure it out this semester or ever.

It has been barely a few days since the semester started and out of desperation, she had to do something drastic besides interrogating, and stalking. She will commit breaking and entering. 

Getting into the Slytherin’s dormitory wasn’t hard. Despite decades of rivalry with Slytherin and Gryffindor, Yoko was an expectation to the community. She did not need to break in, as one of Tyler’s friends casually let her inside. The perks with being quite popular and friendly to everyone.

“Take a look around.” One of Tyler’s youngest friends that still attended Hogwarts points around the Slytherin’s dormitory.

“Is there any weird evidence that might be helpful for me to learn more about Wednesday?”

“Now, that you mention it. There is.” Finally, Yoko had a new lead.

Tyler’s friend brought her to his room and slowly opened what used to be Tyler’s closet. “To this day, I still get the creeps and nightmares from it.”

Creak

Yoko let out a gasp.

It was a shrine that covered the whole closet littered with images of Wednesday. There might be hundreds of photos of Wednesday and the images were clearer than those that Yoko took. Yoko will no longer consider photography as a future career. In each frame of Wednesday, there were head cutouts of Tyler next to her. There was even a locket of her hair stuck onto the wall and Tyler and Wednesday’s name carved into walls and floor. This was highly disturbing and that was coming from someone who was stalking her as well.

“Were they dating?”

“I’m not sure actually. Rumours had it she might have or is, but also she might be in a relationship with the Hufflepuff quidditch’s captain or something.” Yoko was unable to catch the last sentence from the other student. She was more disturbed by the shrine to pay attention to anything else. 

Welp, the case was solved, according to Yoko. Wednesday was dating Tyler, and that must be the source of Wednesday’s happiness. The Gryffindor needed bleach for her eyes because this was one of the worst things she had ever witnessed. Nothing could beat this.

A few weeks later, the sixth’s year advanced potion class finally ended. Normally, Wednesday would rush off somewhere, but instead she was taking her time packing up. Her black notepad was slowly stacked on top of her textbooks. Yoko raised an eyebrow towards the young Addams.

“Tanaka, you have an inquiry for me?”

With a shaky voice and her lanky body trembled, “Addams. I…uhh…you’re taking quite some time with leaving potions today? Are you waiting for me?” Yoko was petrified as if she saw an enormous spider. Did she misspeak to the Slytherin recently? Wednesday isn’t that scary. She only attempted murder a bunch of students before.

“Until hell freezes over then I’ll wait for you. No, I need your assistance with something that I’m inept at and is something one may consider you quite qualified.”

With the dumbest face that Yoko possessed, she responded with, “I’m sorry what.”

Wednesday gritted her teeth and held her fist close to her sides, “Please don’t make me repeat that.”

Yoko, internally, was begging that she didn’t have to be an accomplice with a crime that Wednesday was considering committing. “I want to know your romantic techniques that make Divina stay with you as one of the most capitalistic holidays is soon upon us.”

“You mean Valentine’s day?” The absolute relief that came out of Yoko’s lungs.

With the most poisonous monotone tone, Wednesday replied simply with, “Yes.”

“You’re asking the right person. So, I always write romantic poems for Divina and give her chocolate and flowers. I take her to a nice restaurant, and then-.”

“What if I delivered gallons of real blood as a gift?”

The taller girl tilted her head, “Like … human blood?”

“No, goat blood. Yes, human blood.”

“Absolutely not!” Wednesday grumbled and crossed her arms across her chest.

“Here, I’ll create the perfect plan for you. It will surely be better than whatever you had planned.”

It was finally the most obnoxious holiday for couples and one of the most hated holidays for singles, Valentine’s day. While most couples at Hogwarts were displaying their affection publicly and spending time together, that could not be said for the “discreet” couple. Enid had to play her final Hogwart’s Quidditch match before heading off to playoffs. Rumours were going around that there would be three college recruiters, so the Hufflepuff was beyond nervous sitting on the bleachers alone. Then, the blonde sniffed the intoxicating coffee-stained paper scent.

“Addams?”

“Sinclair.”

“What are you doing here so early before the game?”

“I wanted to tell you to break all of Gryffindor's legs.”  

“You meant to break my leg for good luck.”

“No, I mean theirs. Why would I want your leg to break?” Before Wednesday left, she gave a quick kiss to the Hufflepuff.

“Miserable Valentine’s Day to you. I have some surprises for you later tonight.”

“I do too, Addams.” As Wednesday walked down the stairs, Enid took a lively sigh. How lucky was she to have someone like Wednesday.

After the exhausting quidditch game that took 40 minutes, at the Hufflepuff’s quidditch locker room, the captain opened her canary-coloured locker.

Thousands of dark blood-red rose petals and letters from fans landslide onto Enid’s chocolate-coloured boot. The wooden planks were covered with hand pulled rose petals as if a spillage of blood was poured out. The captain of the Hufflepuff disregarded all of the roses and letters. She sniffed the air for that strong coffee-stained paper scent that she cherished so much. It lingered everywhere, but the roses couldn’t possibly be from hers. It must be a prank from Yoko, or someone else. Enid had expected to find Wednesday’s letter like always after her games. Unfortunately, she couldn’t find it.

She scratched the back of her head, “Huh, that’s weird. Wednesday always writes me a dark violent love poem?”

Later that day, Enid was sitting in her bed ready for the sleep demon to consume her for a nap. Her door knob began to jingle around, and the Hufflepuff immediately gained energy all of the sudden and leapt out of her bed. The eldest Addams appeared in front of Enid with a giant teddy bear that was the same height as her with a heart box filled with dozens of chocolates. 

“What’s this?”

“Your valentine’s present? Have you forgotten already? It’s Valentine’s day.”

“No, I haven’t.” Enid taking the Valentine’s present from Wednesday. “Did you fill my locker with roses by chance?”

“Yes. It did take quite some time. I almost missed the beginning of the match.” Enid couldn’t help but laugh, which perplexed the Addams.

“I thought it was from Yoko or my fans. I never expected it was from you…I still love it, Wednesday. It was thoughtful, but I was expecting something more macabre like blood pouring out of my locker. Didn’t expect petals of red roses.” On the other side of the school, Yoko felt stabbed in heart as if someone rejected her love plans. She collapsed to the ground unceremoniously clutching the wall for balance.

“Well, I considered delivering you a heart. But Yoko disapproved of it, greatly. So, I had to get you that oversized teddy bear to add to your collection of creepy soulless plushies. I had written hundreds of macabre poems, but the blind mice rejected it all. I would rather take you to the Forbidden Forest where we first had our interaction. Where we spent most of my time together. Where I died and realised I would go insane for you. I was hoping we can do some dark magic together, and make an unbreakable promise with each other or a blood pact, either one.”

“That’s the Wednesday, I know. I would love to have a heart or the hundreds of poems you have written probably with the ink of your blood.”  

“You know me well.”

“...Wednesday, you didn’t have to take Yoko’s advice. I fell in love with you, Addams. I fell in love the way you love. You never have to follow society conventions for me, because it doesn’t suit you.” Enid reached over to her desk’s drawer and pulled out a forearm length rectangular velvet dusk-coloured box. It had a pink ribbon that was neatly tied around it.

“Here, this is for you.” The chilly fingers held onto Enid’s present and unwrapped the ribbon. Inside the box, there was a silver dagger with beads of ruby gems decorating the quillion. Its handle had black leather wrapping it. Everything about it was perfect.

“Do you like it?”

“This…is a very thoughtful and useful gift. Thank you, Enid.”

The Hufflepuff’s grin couldn’t get any wider. “You’re welcome, Wednesday. Do you like the craftsman-ship?”

The Slytherin twirled it around, “It’s a bit rough, but doable for any stabbing occasion.”

“I’m going to take that as a win for my first craftsmanship.”

The macabre goth’s eye widened to the size of saucers, “You made this. This pretty well-forged 10 inches durable iron dagger for me to impale my enemies with?”

The Hufflepuff tilted her head like a confused puppy, “Yea, you can stab as many people as you want. I’m taking a blacksmith class and I thought why not make a dagger for you.”

Wednesday had a spec of twinkle in her dark obsidian eyes, “Then, this dagger is more than perfect.” Wednesday took a closure inspection, and thought ran across her mind. “Are these?”

“The ruby-like gems came from my blood. I figured out how to turn the droplets of my blood into crystals. Pretty neat, if I do say so myself.”

“If the heavens ever take you away from me, I will do whatever it takes for eternity to get you back with me.” Enid couldn’t help but grinned back at Wednesday and lowered herself a bit to be at eye-level. Her warm finger caressed the Slytherin’s jawline and felt a bit of warmth emitted from the normally icy skin. “You’re flustered.”

Wednesday’s cheek flushed red like a strawberry, “Of course, I’m flustered. I’m with you and you gave me such a thoughtful gift and I -” Before Wednesday could finish her sentence, Enid already leaned over a kiss to stop Wednesday’s rambling and overthinking.

The blonde let go of Wednesday’s jaw and her finger snaked around her waist. She smirked back at her, “And I what?”

“I don’t recall. I am still mesmerised by your soft lips, and I would like to continue making out with you.”

Meanwhile, Yoko and Divina were at a quaint cafe in London celebrating their own Valentine’s date. There, Yoko spotted Tyler working as a barista. He looked terrible compared to the last time she saw him during graduation.

With a deep sigh, Yoko wanted to comfort the recent graduate. She leaned over the countertop, “So, how’s your Valentine’s day?”

“Miserable.”

“What! Why? My romantic planning never fails!”

Tyler gave the most confused face, “Are you interested in me? I’m confused. Aren’t you a lesbian and isn’t your date sitting right there?” He pointed at Divina, who looked absolutely stunning.

“Yes…aren’t you dating Wednesday?”

Tyler blankly stated, “No.” Yoko wanted to discuss the shrine that was stuck in the Slytherin’s dormitory. Instead, she bit her tongue because that would lead the conversation to be awkward.

“Oh…this is awkward.”

“Wait, is Wednesday finally interested in me?” His mood quickly elated by the idea.

“Oh no. She is definitely not interested in you. I think she is in a relationship, right now.”

“Oh, she finally got with Enid, then?”

“No, that can’t be it.” All of the customers jolted from their seats as they suddenly heard a loud slap coming from Yoko and Divina’s table.

It had been days since Valentine's day. Everything was pretty typical. Wednesday was threatening her peers if they were too close to Enid. Weems constantly have migraines now due to a certain student. Bianca attempted to keep balance in the school, but was utterly failing at it. Kent and Ajax tried not to kill each other by their own stunts and pranks. Just before the sun came up, Yoko was sneaking out from a particular Ravenclaw’s dormitory that she stayed overnight early in the morning.

Stomp!

Stomp!

The Gryffindor turned her head towards the corner of the hallway where the sound of footsteps were coming from. These footsteps were different from all the professors. Could it be an intruder?

As she got a better view of the intruder, it was worse than Yoko imagined. It was Wednesday Addams. Of all of the people, she would be spotted by the snarky goth. Wait, what was Wednesday carrying over back. There was a giant tarpit wrapped around that looks like a human body. There was a trail of blood that followed the Slytherin.

It was definitely a dead body, for sure. That must be what Wednesday was happy about at the start of the school year. Bianca was so wrong about Wednesday’s secret. The concept of her dating was unrealistic and unlikely. Valentine's Day was just a ruse to throw her off. Wednesday Addams being a murderer was more realistic. Here she was with a dead corpse on her back.

While Yoko was having an inner monologue, Wednesday was struggling to carry blood drenched Enid back to campus. Turns out when a werewolf is quite violent when they are truly a blood-thirsty rampageous creature. However, Wednesday knew that. It’s one of the many things she loved about her soulmate.

It has been several weeks since, and Yoko had no evidence that Wednesday was the killer or a murderer. The only evidence was her eyes and memories. But, memories can easily be skewed to whatever you want to believe. Maybe, Yoko was so delusional that she imagined that Wednesday was carrying the body back. When she went back to the scene of the crime, there was no blood found anywhere. 

So like any reasonable person, she had practically given up. She had accepted that she was losing her mind. Wednesday was no killer, and maybe she over-thought this one, just like how she overthought how Enid would kill her.

So, like any other typical day, Yoko went over to Enid’s room to get her homework to copy it down for History of Magic. “Enid, are you in here? I need your homework.”  When they were about to knock on the door, an unexpected person opened the door. Expecting to see Enid in PJ, she found herself craning her neck down to find the tiny Addams.

“Addams?”

“Why are you here?”

“The real question is why are you here? In Enid’s room?”

“... That’s none of your concern. What do you want, Tanaka? I’m quite busy.” Wednesday was holding up a wet white towel that was clearly soaked with a red liquid. The Gryffindor slowly backed away from Wednesday. She wasn’t delusional. Wednesday Addams was a killer, and she had killed Enid. The Gryffindor dashed off as fast as she could leaving a confused Slytherin behind.

Inside the Hufflepuff’s dormitory, Enid was awakened by the ruckus. Nauestiously asked her lover at the door, “Was that Yoko?”

“Yes, but it seems that she had something more urgent than copying your homework, I suppose.”

The very next day, the group of friends were discussing the thing that Yoko saw. Bianca addressed Yoko’s concern, “You kept calling us almost every night to let us know that Wednesday was up to something. Which I believed. Several days ago, you believed the secret Wednesday was keeping was that she was in love, and now you think she might be a murder. You’re also certain that she definitely killed Enid, right?” Yoko vigorously nodded her head.

“I went to Enid’s room, and I saw her covered in blood holding a rag with blood on it. What else could that mean?”

 Bianca clasped her hands together. “Okay, this is serious. Like this is legit.”

“Pookie probably asked her a stupid question and that was the last straw.” Divina sighed.

“Do you think she asked how to spell her name? Because I haven’t figured out if there’s two D or just one.” Ajax asked. Then, they all saw Enid wander around in the entrance. She was walking around as if nothing happened, but she didn’t seem like her cheery-self. She seemed agitated and sweating profusely. Her normally porcelain skin looked more pale than usual as if no blood was flowing.

Bianca suggested, “So, that’s definitely zombie Enid and Wednesday tried to resurrect her with dark magic, right guys?” The rest of the friends nodded their heads to the smartest person in the room.

The group of friends, now addressing themselves as the Nightshade, had to do drastic measures. They were going to have to be kidnapped to Wednesday. Bianca drew the plans out alongside Divina. She was easily swayed to be a part of it as if she had always wanted to kidnap someone, which somewhat alarmed Yoko, but Yoko casually chalked it up as Divina was just being a very incredibly supportive girlfriend.

Ajax and Kent had the hardest part which was knocking Wednesday out cold. They attempted to swing at her, but they just ended up getting injured themselves. So, Yoko concoated a strong form of chloroform during potion class.

“Hey Wednesday, I concocted a very cool poisonous potion. Wanna whiff of it?” Yoko gave a goofy smile towards the gloomy dark storm cloud in front of her.

Wednesday rolled her eyes and went for the bait. She took a big whiff of the green fumes coming out of the boiling cast pot in their table. 

“This is a great poisonous potion, but I think you add some sort of sleeping potio-” Wednesday immediately knocked out, and slammed her head against the table. Yoko immediately dragged the unconscious Wednesday out of the classroom and everyone casually watched. It felt like deja-vu once again. No one bothered with the situation. They had assumed it was payback from last year.

Soft murmuring  from voices that Wednesday recognized immediately was heard in front of her. “Hold up, she is awake.” The blindfold was swiftly removed by Yoko from a metre away from her, because she had assumed that Wednesday would try to bite her hand off. She would be correct.

“Okay, Wednesday. Confess! Did you murder my best friend, Enid Sinclair?”

Wednesday never had been accused with such heinous words before in her life, “Why would I do that to Enid of all people. She is like a leech to me. A parasite. Someone I unfortunately have literally, and figuratively bonded with.”

“So, who did you murder the other night?”

The tied up Slytherin scoffed, “No one.”

Bianca intervenes, “what Yoko meant during this interrogation.-” Wednesday mumbled that they were doing a terrible job.

Bianca cleared her throat and shoved Wednesday back with an accusatory tone, “Were you a successful murderer?”

“Pardon. Why would I kill Enid? She is alive and bursting with overwhelming joy that I would want to smother a pillow with on a few occasions.”

“Then, why are you so happy this semester?” Bianca began shaking Wednesday for an answer. The Gryffindor was closely observing the secretive tiny girl and one thing that Wednesday couldn’t hide was the same delightfully creepy tone that she was the catalyst for the investigation. The way her black soulless eyes had the most microscopic spec of twinkle and her lips curled upwards when she spoke Enid’s name.

Yoko finally took off her shades “Oh my god, you’re dating my best friend!”

Bianca shrieked out loud, “Yoko, you didn't know!!!”

With the most deadpan and calming voice in a room of horrors of screams, “Did Enid not tell you?”

“She did?”

“She wrote you a letter that she was dating me, and we are keeping it discreetly from everyone else.”

Yoko was flailing her arms, “How long since you guys were a thing?”

“Over the summer.” Anyone in the room could hear Yoko mouthing out that she was an idiot and how could she have not noticed.

Bianca questioned, “I gotta ask, were you nervous, Addams?”

“Barclay, I have faced off dangerous mythical creatures. Battled a serial killer and was tortured. I had nearly died three different times last year…and asking Enid to be my girlfriend may have been the greatest challenge of all. I was speechless and unable to utter those words for weeks to her.” 

Bianca manically chortled at her, but was caught short by a loud howl echoed through the halls and tower. That was Wednesday’s signal. She easily and rapidly unknotted the rope that was wrapped around her wrist. “Well, this has been a dreadful night. I need to excuse myself now, for I have a date tonight.”

“So, I guess I was right at the beginning?”

Bianca scoffed, “No, you weren’t even close.”

The announcer hyped in the display box, “We are in the last 30 seconds of championship’s game. Koldovstoretz is in the lead with 50 points ahead. Will Koldovstoretz be the continuing reigning quidditch’s champion, or will Hogwarts finally be crowned champion this year?”

Everyone was on the edge of their seats. It has been so long since Hogwarts has gotten this far in the playoffs. Koldovstoretz was another wizarding school based in Russia. They were, if not, the best quidditch school that was champions for 10 years straight.

The Hufflepuff’s seeker spotted a golden ball with a pair of wings far above in the corner of the arena. They took a deep breath and sped as fast as they could to get the golden snitch. The opponent team was so focused on scoring other points that they didn’t see Hogwarts’ seeker attempting to gain the winning score. 

It was until the Hufflepuff’s seeker got close enough that Koldovstoretz’s own seeker finally saw the golden snitch almost in the Hufflepuff’s reach. “Knock the seeker out!”

Enid snapped her head towards her team’s seeker, and flew as she could defend the seeker from whatever the other team would commit. Koldovstoretz’s beater had a bludger ready in its arsenal. They pulled their arms back ready to swing their bat. The bulger was shot towards the seeker like a rocket.

The captain of the Hogwarts’ team made a hard break in the middle of her path with a tight grip on their bat. They were exactly between the opponent’s bulger and her teammate seeker.

Her wooden bat striked against the missile-like bulger coming towards her way. 

BAM!

The black bulger shot back towards the Koldovstoretz’s beater. His face shocked by the quick thinking fell off of his brooms by the bulger.

Hogwarts’ seeker raised their left hand, and the crowd watched so closely at their next move. As the fist unwrapped itself, a slightly golden shine sparkled, “Hogwart got the golden snitch! We now have our champion this year!” The silent crowd was broken with cheers and applause. 

The championship playoff was finally over. Her teammates flew towards her with their brooms underneath them. They congratulated each other with tears of joy in their eyes. The defeated rivals congratulated them, but few threw some fits of rage.

With relief, Enid slowly descended from the sky towards the bleacher that held her friends and Wednesday. Her friends sat in the front row with the best seats for the game. 

For the girl who hated when her parents displayed any public display of affection, she was no better than them. Wednesday Addams couldn’t help herself anymore. Her freezing hand was on top of the sweat-filled dirty beater’s gloves that held onto the steel guardrail. The smiley newly-announced champion expected her number one fan to hug her or congratulate her, but instead she found herself being tugged on her golden jersey by her number one fan and she was absolutely confused.

Wednesday tugged Enid closer to her that Enid learned so close that she could see the whole galaxy in the dark obsidian eyes of her lover, and the stars that sprinkle underneath their eyes. Before Enid knew it, their lips pressed against each other. At that moment, nothing mattered to Wednesday nor Enid. 

Not the roaring colourful fireworks that exploded behind them.

Not the crowd clamours for applause for the spectacle championship game.

The only thing mattered to Wednesday was the girl who won her dreary bleak heart last year. To Enid, any kisses of Wednesday were better than any trophies she could ever receive, even the championship that she just competed in. For Enid, Wednesday was the greatest treasure in her whole life. 

As Enid grew up reading romance stories, she was head-over-heels on the concept of true love. But, as she got older and violence and hatred was all she knew, she quickly learned that no one would love her for what she was. She will be abandoned once again by everyone…almost everyone. Yet, here she is. Her heart skipped by the sight of her lover and lips pressed by someone who adored her for everything that she was worth. There was no doubt that Wednesday Addams was meant for her, and Enid knew she meant everything to her as well.

The entire stadium groaned. “Oh my god, we get it. You guys are dating. Please get a room! We are sick of your yearning!”

Yoko turned around with her circular shades falling off her face and her mouth dropped to the floor. “You guys all knew?!”