A/N: If you guys are confused as to why this is chapter 2 instead of chapter 9, it's because I have revamped (lol) the entire story and until the rewrite catches up to the previous 7 chapters, I'm not going to delete it. Check out the previous chapter, it's the beginning of the rewrite. Hope you enjoy.

Chapter 2: Welcome Home

Privet Drive, October 31st 1981 7:48pm

Vendetta winced as she was thrown against one of the houses. Her head collided with the building, hard, disorienting her momentarily. However, it was long enough for the lycanthrope to gain an advantage. It stood in front of her, claws raised, ready to strike when a shrill cry filled the air.

The monster immediately advanced toward the source of the noise.

It took Vendetta's befuddled brain a few seconds to realise what had drawn the attention of the lycanthrope.

It was the cry of a baby.

With the beast preoccupied, it gave the vampire a perfect chance to strike.

Her wild black hair flew behind her as she charged at the werewolf with immense speed and strength. The both of them crashed through one of the houses and she barely had enough time to erect a shield to protect herself as the entire building collapsed around them.

Seeing that it was safe to approach, her second-in-command, Auror Erasmus Graeme came up to her to check on her.

Vendetta grunted in pain as she stood up and stretched her aching body before wiping away the thin layer of sweat that covered her chocolate brown skin. "I am fine, Graeme." She assured as she picked her way through the rubble, stopping in front of the battered body of a naked man, it seemed he had shifted back into human form when he was knocked unconscious.

She crouched beside the man and bound his wrists and ankles with magical cuffs. "I wonder what could have caused him to go on a rampage." She questioned aloud.

Graeme scoffed. "Dark creatures like him don't need a reason. They go berserk just for the fun of it."

Vendetta pulled herself up to her impressive height of 6 foot 2 inches, she towered over her subordinate as her emerald green eyes levelled him with a glare. However, before she could say anything, her ears picked up the sound of the baby crying again.

Vendetta followed the sound to one of the houses, and her eyes widened at what she saw.

"Mon dieu, who in their right mind would leave an injured baby at the doorstep of a house?"

St Mungo's, 9:20pm

The waiting room of St. Mungo's was overflowing with the casualty from the creature attack, added with the usual idiots that managed to incur injury while celebrating All Hallow's Eve. The healers were trying as hard as they could to save as many people as possible.

Head Healer Aaron Létourneau finished up with his last patient and sighed in relief. He pushed a pale hand through his dark brown hair, a habit he had picked up from his wife, as he put away the patient's file. He finally had a chance for a break; after working for nearly eighteen hours straight.

On his way to the staff room he came across a commotion in the waiting room.

A man was arguing with the welcome witch at the reception. Aaron briefly considered ignoring it and going on his merry way but he dismissed the thought when he saw how desperate the man looked.

"Can I help you Sir?" Aaron asked the panicked young man.

"Yes! Please! My co-worker just went into labour, he's only six months along." The redhead man said, gesturing towards a smaller young man who was leaning heavily against him, his curly blonde hair stuck to his sweaty forehead.

"Pinkerton?" Aaron was shocked when he saw the pregnant man's face. "I'll take it from here, thank you for bringing him in." Though Aaron specializes in Magical bugs like wizard's flu and treating wounds from creature attacks, he was still a Head Healer and more than skilled enough to deliver a baby.

Aaron conjured up a stretcher, and charmed it to float. He helped Pinkerton onto it and directed the stretcher to float alongside him as he headed towards the maternity department's theatre.

He held the labouring man's hand and gave him a smile. "Alright Pinkerton, let's go have a baby, shall we?"

Maison de Létourneau, November 1st 1981 12:25am

Vendetta had used the portkey embedded in her necklace to get home after leaving her second-in-command, Erasmus Graeme in charge of processing the apprehended creature. Her job there was done and she had far more pressing issues demanding her attention.

She examined the baby's body as she gave him a bath. Apart from the cut on his forehead – which she had cleaned and bandaged – he seems to be perfectly fine and healthy, though he has yet to make a sound. She was still unable to believe someone would just leave him outside the door of a home that had been abandoned.

Vendetta had asked a muggle – and promptly obliviated them right after – about the people who owned the house the baby had been left in front of; only to be told that the house had been abandoned for weeks as the owners were in prison for child endangerment.

The logical thing would be to take the child over to muggle authorities or take the child to an orphanage but Vendetta was unable to. She just couldn't bring herself to let the child go.

Surely it wasn't a coincidence that this little boy came into her life; the way she sees it, it is Merlin finally answering her and her husband's prayers.

Though knowing her husband's flair for dramatics it would be quite a challenge to convince him.

After dressing the baby in clothes she had transfigured from one of her bathrobes, Vendetta went downstairs to the living room with the intention of spending some more quality time bonding with the baby.

No sooner had she sat down, than her husband arrived through the floo; a yellow bundle clasped protectively against his chest.

Moments passed as they both looked at what the other was holding.

"What's that?" It was Vendetta who broke the silence.

Aaron cradled the bundle even tighter. "Pinkerton's baby."