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The Desperate Desire of My Heart.

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Summary:

When Wednesday found she was to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry she could never have imagined that the infuriating blonde at the sorting ceremony would come to destroy every belief she ever had. It takes one singular night in fifth year where she finds a mirror like no other, a mirror that shows no truth, no knowledge, nor the future, nor the past, just the singular most deeply desperate desire of her heart to bring her to her knees.

The Gryffindor that shines like no other sun or star.

Follow me now, as I take you on a journey, year by year, where sun and shadow forge a love of loyalty, longing and luminosity like no other. Forever.

(August 25th 2025 - Not abandoned, just going through a hard time currently)

Notes:

it is my honour and excitement to bring this compendium of useless gay pining and moments too fluffy for this damn planet.

I have two more chapters already completed - Each one consists of two events of each year to show their relationship - so i hope you enjoy! And let me know what you think! <3

Once chapter three is fully written i will post Chp 2 so i always have a chapter in hand :D

Chapter 1: First Year - Something Forged.

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The official cover art for "The Desperate Desire of My Heart" by the wonderful @stargirlexpressss Amazing work! It always honours me when someone makes a fantastic piece of art such as this <3 Enjoy!

 

 

Wednesday Addams believed herself to be above rules, regulations and dare she say restraint.

 

Which had led her to where she was now, stood in front of a mirror, the image that greeted her in return was depressingly accurate and soul shattering.

 

The Sorting Hat had seen these traits many years ago for whereupon it was placed upon her head it burst into a laughter of genuine mirth at the challenge of deciding where to place the eldest Addams heir.

 

The Hat had ruminated for such an extended time and loudly to the Great Hall.

 

“Ah! An Addams! It's been a while since I have seen one of you lot, notoriously difficult to place, difficult indeed!” The hat chuckled. “I see many things Addams, I see your heart, I can see down into its very depths. And I see a great many things here. The bravery of Gryffindor, stout in heart and spirit like the Lion! But alas you have the dedication and loyalty of the Badger in Hufflepuff! You'd be a credit to that house there's no doubt about that, no, no, no, none at all. Ah but there you have the great mind of an Eagle, sharp and resolute! An Eagle may befit you greatly! And finally... we have the Snake, so frequently misunderstood indeed, you have the air of heritage, great ambition and cunning, oh yes, cunning... hmm...”

 

Wednesday rolled her eyes as the hat muttered to itself back and forth and her eyes began to scan and stare at the assembled group of first-years in front of her.

 

These were supposed to be her peers? Her competition? Her equals?

 

She wanted to scoff and snort loudly at the absurdity of it.

 

And then her eyes met a singular pair of blue orbs that encapsulated her. Their eyes met and Wednesday was taken aback by the light she saw there, bright and bold as the day was long. The smile that split outward upon the blonde's face sent her reeling. Her hands gripped onto the stool beneath her tightly. Her blonde hair had blue and pink tips that now look faded. It was ghastly, repulsive and disgusting to her. And yet she found she could not look away, memorized.

 

“...THERIN!” Wednesday blinked as the Sorting Hat's voice broke through the well and dam of the thoughts that sought to imprison her. There was a burst of applause from the Slytherin Table as Professor McGonagall smiled politely as she lifted the hat from her head, small wisps of black hair floated up as the hat became inert as it left her head. Her legs ran on autopilot as she walked to the far right hand side of the hall mutely. She couldn't help but glance at the blonde girl one final time as she walked past, the other girls eyes had never left her.

 

She sat down to a welcoming ruckus of shouts and cheers. And several claps on the back which had Wednesday sending death glares to the side, a true stare of murderous intent that sent her fellow house members reeling back at the strength of it. In nearly quarter of a century Slytherin House had transformed from what it once was, freeing itself of the shackles of the burden it once bore, the old prejudices had finally started to die away as society had finally began to recover from the second war.

 

But Wednesday had the demeanour of a Slytherin of old, minus the prejudices. After-all, hatred and apathy of all her peers was equality was it not? Satisfied that no-one would even dare to entertain the notion that she wanted to be touched, much less welcomed she turned back round to face the ever shrinking crowd of unsorted first-years. She found to her absolute chagrin that the blonde had a hand covering her mouth as she struggled to hold in her laughter, clearly amused by her reaction to the unwelcome 'welcome'. Her eyes sparkling with mirth.

 

Unacceptable.

 

Wednesday levelled the 'irritant' with her best glare. Tilting her head down to scowl through lidded eyes. And yet this monstrously colourful girl challenged her with such a dreadfully sunny deposition and yet to both her surprise and annoyance, the blonde shook her head almost fondly at the glare.

 

“Silver, Terri!”

 

Wednesday tightened her lips before turning to look disinterestedly at Terri Silver be placed into Ravenclaw almost immediately, the girl moved away to join her new home as Professor McGonagall took a glance at her list. Only seven first-years now remained.

 

“Sinclair, Enid!”

 

Alas and behold for hatred had a new name.

 

Enid Sinclair.

 

The girl beamed as she skipped forwards, tripping over her own feet in the process to the sniggers of some of the younger students whilst most older students stayed silent, having once been in that very same spot.

 

The joyous girl plopped down onto the stool with a grin that seemed to light up her whole being. The brim of the hat formed into a mouth and proclaimed it's decision to hall before it.

 

“Gryffindor!”

 

 

One Month Later.

 

Wednesday's shoulder collided with a body harshly.

 

“Watch it, Sinclair” Wednesday snarled coldly.

 

“Screw you Addams, how about you look where your going first!” Enid retorted angrily. Wednesday stepped forwards confrontationally, hand flashing towards her robes, Enid's nostrils flared angrily, other students already accustomed to the animosity between the Slytherin and Gryffindor eyed them wearily, their verbal spats at this point were well known throughout the castle amongst the student body.

 

“You dare--” But she was cut off as the heavy reinforced door opened with a flourish.

 

“Come, come first-years! Much to learn there is! Come!” Professor Flitwick proclaimed happily waving for them to enter the room, Wednesday and Enid glowered at each other one final time before stalking off onto either side of the room. Enid, rather comically, slammed her books down on the desk in front of her, Wednesday's smug smirk rendering her angrier by the second. Yoko, another Gryffindor of British-Asian descent raised her eyebrows.

 

“Wow, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.” She commented dryly. Enid nearly snarled in response, much to Yoko's amusement.

 

“She makes me so mad!” Enid angrily whispered, letting her bag hit the floor with a thud.

 

“I wouldn't let her get to you” Yoko said. “She's a Slytherin. They'll do anything to get a rise out of us.”

 

“Yeah the rise will be the lump on her head when I pun-”

 

“Okay then Class we are continuing our work on Incendio” (-ch her bloody lights out Enid finished under her breath) Flitwick informed interrupting Enid's tangent. His gaze met every student in turn warmly. “Many of you produced embers last lesson which is most excellent progress indeed!” He paused for a moment. “Remember the brisk movement we practised? Swish up as you incantate and then bring it back down with another swish, timing is everything! Well what are you waiting for? Begin!” He giggled excitedly.

 

Wednesday lofted her wand in front of her and with a graceful flourish brought it back down as she enunciated perfectly, allowing embers to spark from the end of her wand, before diffusing harmlessly in mid-air, the air was filled with shouts of Incendio! With less than half producing embers every other time they attempted to cast. Only a quarter, including Wednesday, were producing embers successfully every time.

 

Enid tutted and clucked her tongue in annoyance. “She thinks she's so damn perfect” Enid growled. Yoko lowered her own wand.

 

“Damn Enid just let it go” Yoko finally huffed out. Enid and Wednesday's eyes met across the classroom, a smugness radiated from the Slytherin, never breaking eye contact as she brought her wand down again, sparks ejecting from her wand.

 

“I can't.” Enid confessed softly.

 

“What even happened to make you hate her this much?” Yoko questioned curiously.

 

Enid mumbled something under her breath, her cheeks lighting up a dangerous shade of pink.

 

“I'm sorry what was that?” Yoko teased, lips tilting upwards with humour.

 

“We were paired up in Potions okay and I made the cure for boils potion explode.” Yoko took this in for a full second before bursting into a fitful of laughter, much to Enid's chagrin. “Shut up! It wasn't my fault okay, she was criticizing me all lesson and I forget to take the potion off the fire before adding the damn quills.” Enid finished off with a mutter.

 

“Oh that's fricking priceless” Yoko managed to breath out as she held her stomach. “Ah no wonder she hates you then.” Yoko added.

 

“She hated me before that!” Enid protested raising her to use air quotes. “ From 'Oh the fangs aren't powered enough' to 'That isn't a full measure' she is infuriating!” Enid finished off roughly taking her wand to her hand. “I'll show her who's boss” Enid promised.

 

Yoko, however, looked unconvinced. “She produced embers forty-five minutes long before any of us, pretty sure she'll beat us now” Yoko said, already accepting of this outcome.

 

Enid ignored her friend and brought her wand up with a swish. 'Incendio!' she brought it down as embers materialized at the end of her wand, vanishing into wisps of smoke, she repeated the motion only this time nothing happened, Enid made the mistake of meeting Wednesday's smug arrogant glare.

 

If only her gaze could set fire to things, she mused angrily.

 

She brought the wand up again.

 

'Incendio!'

 

Only this time a true jet of flame burst forth proudly from her chestnut wand. A true lick of flame punctured the air.

 

“Oh see here everyone Miss Sinclair has done it! Amazing, take ten points for Gryffindor!” Enid punched the air joyfully. Then her eyes met Wednesday's, only to see fire there and it wasn't from any spell. Eyes burning in contempt, her jaw set tightly.

 

And Enid couldn't help but flash a toothy smile her way.

 

 

Wednesday strode out of her last lesson of the day – History of Magic.

 

What a waste of a two hour period she couldn't help but think. Professor Binns had rendered half of the class asleep by the end of the first hour of the two hour period. Even Wednesday hadn't been immune just to how much he droned on about Goblin rebellions that she zoned out for most of the lesson.

 

But now she could go and have a quick, light dinner before retreating to the library in peace away from her annoying peers.

 

But as she made her way down the moving staircases onto the second floor she heard the sounds of laughter, their voices echoing down the corridor, she halted in place at the bottom of one staircase that led to the next, the staircase she had just stepped off of began to turn and revolve away, as was its custom.

 

Her head turned from the staircase to the doorway into the second floor corridor. As she strained her hearing further, the laughter and voices were not of good-natured humour, but jeers and taunts. She recognised them well having grown up in the muggle education system. Her blood boiled, she hated bullies.

 

The corridor was empty but the voice started to echo down from around a corner.

 

“...Imagine sleeping with bears at night still!” Followed by rancorous laughter.

 

“Please...” Came the quiet voice. “...leave me alone.”

 

“You hear that Terri? She wants to be left alone” The first girl mocked. Terri scoffed.

 

“That right huh? You want us to leave you alone?” Terri asked sarcastically. Wednesday's pace quickened. A full blown intervention screaming in her blood, bidding her to this students aide.

 

“I can't believe you were sorted into Gryffindor!” A third girl said incredulously. “Embarrassing.” There was sounds of a scuffle and the sound of a grunt and whimper.

 

“Did we say you could leave?” Terri said seething. “Think she needs to be taught a lesson, don't you, Sarah?”

 

Sarah never had a chance to respond as Wednesday rounded the corner and every pair of eyes turned to look at her. At first thinking it was a teacher, the faces of the bullies relaxed realising it was just another student. Wednesday's sharp gaze disregarded them as she looked at the student whom they were taunting.

 

Enid Sinclair.

 

Enid shrunk miserably into herself realising at just who had deigned to join them thinking she was about to pay for showing up Wednesday earlier that day.

 

“Keep walking Addams” Terri demanded arrogantly. Wednesday's cold stare rounded upon the Ravenclaw.

 

“Leave her be.” Wednesday said coldly.

 

Enid looked up, not believing her ears.

 

“What?” Terri angrily retorted, turning to face Wednesday completely. Wednesday, undeterred in the slightest stepped forwards.

 

“Leave her be.” Wednesday said, her tone deeper, more aggressive. “Final warning.” There was a moment before Terri burst out laughing, her other two friends began to join in nervously until it was genuine, convinced of their strength in numbers.

 

“And what are you going to do about it, freak?” Terri taunted.

 

Wednesday said nothing, her eyes cast themselves to look at Enid for but a moment, her expression completely unreadable.

 

“Hmm.” Wednesday hummed. “Very well then.”

 

Wednesday's arm was a blur as she brought it up, wand in hand, she had it hidden up her sleeve where she let it fall into her hand. The three realised their mistake all too late.

 

“Flipendo!” A projectile of blue light sprung forth and rocketed towards Terri, hitting her square in the chest casting her backwards across the floor. Cold eyes turned to regard the other two who lifted their wands nervously. Wednesday's mouth split into a fiercely twisted smile.

 

“Who will dare to cast first?” She pointed her wand at Sarah. “Disposable Minion One?” she pointed at the other girl. “Or disposable minion two?” Both girls looked at each other worriedly before nodding at each other.

 

“Vermillious!” Both girls screamed at the same time, wands aimed straight at her, red sparks erupted with a screech from both wand tips. Wednesday side stepped both poorly aimed spells and they burst into wisps of smoke behind her. She raised her wand with a graceful flourish.

 

“Furnunculus!” A small burst of light struck Sarah in the face, the girl yelped as she almost dropped her wand as boils and pimples burst into existence all over her body, every visible bit of skin coated in them. Sarah screamed in agony as several burst simultaneously on her arms.

 

“My face!” She hollered, running her hands over the sores there which proved disastrous as the pressure of her hands made them burst too, with no thought of her 'friends' she broke into sobs and a sprint as she tore hell down the corridor, lest Wednesday make it worse. Wednesday turned to look at the other girl who by the second looked like she had already regretted her life choices.

 

“Boo!” She taunted causing the girl to shriek in fear, making gold and red sparks burst violently from her wand towards the ceiling, Wednesday however did not feel merciful right now, Terri still groaned on the floor, the knockback jinx having knocked the wind out of her.

 

“Melofors” Wednesday invoked dispassionately, almost disinterestedly. Orange coated energy screamed towards the nameless girl whose eyes widened almost comically as the light smacked her dead centre in the chest. Her head becoming encased in a Pumpkin. Her muffled screams could be heard from within, she began to panic and where she blindly run down the corridor, somewhat surprising both Wednesday and Enid until she tripped over Terri's body, hitting the floor as the Pumpkin vanished in a puff of smoke, the effects having been temporary.

 

She too fled down the corridor after her friend, her nose bloody from her hitting it on the floor.

 

Terri took several nervous steps backwards as Wednesday advanced on her, eyes burning cold.

 

“I did warn you” Wednesday pointed out. Terri wisely said nothing before trying to make a bolt for it. Wednesday however was not one to show mercy to cowards and bullies.

 

“Pullus” Wednesday spoke calmly, a final jet of bright pink light spurted forth from her wand “Ooooh pretty” Enid said happily. It raced down the corridor after Terri, hitting her in the back, there was small cry as her body transfigured into that of a chicken that sprinted down the corridor and out of sight.

 

“Hmm” Wednesday noted. “Didn't think that would work.” She dryly commented.

 

“Wow what a chicken.” Enid quipped with a snort. Wednesday heaved a heavy sigh as she tucked her wand back into her robes. Both girls regarded each other silently for a pregnant pause.

 

Wednesday suppressed a sigh of annoyance as she offered her hand to Enid who looked at it suspiciously before taking the plunge and letting Wednesday pull her to her feet.

 

“Why?” Enid blurted out.

 

Wednesday frowned. “Because the only one that gets to torture you is me.” Wednesday said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Enid's eyes widened briefly before her lips tugged upwards in a shy and awkward way.

 

“If you wanted to be friends all you had to do was ask!” Enid chastised with a giggle.

 

“I will...” She almost bit down on her tongue. “...think about it.” Wednesday relented, much to her own annoyance as Enid sent a sunbeam of a smile her way, radiating pure joy.

 

“You will?!” Enid echoed incredulously. “Yes!” Enid shouted joyously, vibrating on the spot.

 

“I said I'd think about it” Wednesday re-emphasised, her face softened. “But I will walk you back to your common room, lest any more leeches seek to ambush you.” Enid instantly pressed into Wednesday's side and linked their arms together, much to Wednesday's annoyance, but her touch was not unwelcome, she didn't feel the usual revulsion upon being touched.

 

In fact she felt quite warm.

 

Curious.

 

And so Wednesday walked as Enid began to chatter about everything and anything that dared to see the light of day. From Herbology that day to some inane gossip that had been swirling around Gryffindor common room. She listened anyway. She hummed every so often to acknowledge that she was listening only to get a toothy smile in return.

 

They ascended five staircases. Several students gawping openly at the most notorious duo at Hogwarts at the moment walking together, arms linked, without bloodshed. They moved along the seventh floor corridor until a singular portrait came into view, the Fat Lady.

 

“Well this is me” Enid mumbled lamely, unhooking her arm from Wednesday gesturing vaguely towards the portrait. Wednesday let her eyes linger on the portrait for a moment before looking back at Enid. She found herself, in a moment of rarity, lacking any sort of response except that of a curt nod.

 

“Will I see you tomorrow?” Enid asked hopefully.

 

“Undoubtedly” Wednesday snarked making Enid titter.

 

“No silly, I mean as friends!”

 

Wednesday sighed in resignation, there was no getting out of this was there?.

 

Enid's grin grew ever wider as Wednesday nodded again. The blonde surged forwards suddenly, intent on enveloping Wednesday in a hug. Wednesday's eyes widened as she took a step back, out of Enid's reach. The blonde glanced down before looking up again.

 

“Right, not a hugger, got it!” She said brightly with pink tinged cheeks, unperturbed by the clear rejection of the offered affection, eyes sparkling.

 

Enid turned to the portrait.

 

“Nibblets!”

 

The portrait swung open, revealing a human sized passageway where Gryffindor tower lay just beyond. Enid turned to look at her with a blistering grin.

 

“Nighty night bestie!” Enid said excitedly and without giving Wednesday a chance to respond she vanished through the portrait hole as it swung closed behind her, leaving Wednesday's mouth hanging open in shock.

 

Nighty night?

 

Bestie?

 

What in the name of Lucifer's soggy left sock?

 

Wednesday stood there for many moments after the Portrait had closed, mouth agape.

 

Just what had she gotten herself into?

 

“Don't you have your own common room to go back to?”

 

Wednesday merely scowled as she stalked off.