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While Mr. Lates was drifting into uneasy sleep, but the white cat on the fence outside was not getting a wink of sleep. It was sitting as still as a statue, its red eyes fixed on the far corner of Christina Drive. It didn't even shake when it heard a car down slam, or when two birds fly overhead. It was almost midnight before the cat moved.

A man appeared on the corner the cat was watching, almost as if he had just popped out of the ground. The cat's tail twitched and narrowed his eyes. Nothing like this man had ever been seen on Christina Drive. He was short, and very old, easy to tell from the white hair on the side of his head. He was wearing a white coat with a fur trim and gold on the shoulders. Underneath is a basic t-shirt and pants, with lace up boots. He had dark eyes, claiming they were actually black, as well as a white haired mustache. This man's name was Makarov Dreyar.

Makarov Dreyar didn't seem to realize that he had just arrived in a street where everything from his name to his boots was not welcome. He was busy rummaging in his coat, looking for something. He did know that he was being watched, because he looked up suddenly at the cat, which was still staring at him from the other end of the street. He just chuckled and muttered, "I should have known."

He found what he was looking for in his pocket. It was a small, crystal orb. He held it up in the air and it started glowing a pale blue. The street lights then seemed to heave the light sucked right out of them. It looked like the light was being absorbed by the orb. All the streetlights were out soon; the only light came from the cat's eyes staring at him. If anyone looked out their window, they wouldn't be able to see anything going on down below.

Makarov but the orb back into his coat pocket and set down the street toward number seven, where he leaned against the fence next to the cat. He didn't look at it, but he did start talking to it, "Fancy seeing you here, Professor Porlyusica."

He turned to smile at the white cat, but it was gone. In its place was a rather stern looking woman who was wearing her pink hair(yes pink)in a bun kept together by two gold pins with crescent moons on the ends. She also had on a long purple skirt, with a green tunic and tie. Tied together with a red cloak with a high collar and what looked to be dragon teeth on the collar. She looked a little ruffled.

"How did you know it was me?" she asked.

"My dear Professor, I've never seen a car sit so stiffly."

"You'd be stiff too if you'd been sitting on a fence all day," said Professor Porlyusica.

"All day? When you could have been celebrating? I must have passed a dozen feasts and parties on my way here."

Professor Porluusica sniffed angrily. "Oh yes, everyone's celebrating, all right," she said impatiently. "You'd think they'd be a bit more careful, but no; even the Muggles have noticed something's up. It was all over their news." She jerked her head towards the Lates's house. "I heard it. Flocks of exceeds… shooting stars… they're not completely stupid. They were bound to notice something. Shooting stars down in Hargeon; I bet that Oba-Babasama. She never made much sense."

"You can't blame them," Makarov said gently. "We've had very little to celebrate for eleven years."

"I know that," said Porlyusica said irritably. "But that's no reason to lose our heads. People are being careless, out on the streets in broad daylight, not even dressed in Muggle clothes, swapping rumors."

She threw a sharp, sideways glance at Makarov, thinking he would say something, but he didn't, so she continued. "A fine thing it would be if, on the very day You-Know-Who seems to finally disappear, the Muggles found out about us all. Do you think he really has gone, Makarov?"

"It sure looks that way," Makarov replied. "We have much to be thankful for. Would you care for a root beer barrel?"

"A what?"

"A root beer barrel. They're a kind of Muggle candy I'm rather found of."

"No, thank you," Professor Porlyusica said coldly, as though she didn't think it was the time for root beer barrels. "As I was saying, even if You-Know-Who has gone…"

"My dear Professor, surely a sensible person like yourself can call him by his name? All this 'You-Know-Who' nonsense, for eleven years I have been trying to persuade people to call him by his proper name: Zeref."

Porlyusica flinched, but Makarov, who was unwrapping a root beer barrel, didn't notice. "It all gets so confusing if we keep saying 'You-Know-Who.' I have never seen any reason to be scared of saying Zeref's name."

"I know you haven't," Porlyusica said, sounding half exasperated, half admiring. "But you're different. Everyone knows that you're the only one You-Know-Who, oh right, Zeref, was scared of."

"You flatter me. Zeref had powers I will never have."

"Only because you are too, well, noble to use them."

"It's lucky its dark. I haven't blushed this much since Bob told me he liked my new hat."

Porlyusica shot a look at Makarov and said, "The exceeds are nothing next to the rumors that are flying around. You know what everyone's saying? About why he disappeared? About what finally stopped him?"

Porlyusica has finally reached the real reason she been waiting on a fence all day. For neither as a cat nor as a woman had fixed Makarov with such a piercing stare as she did now. It was clear that whatever "everyone" was saying, she wasn't going to believe it until Makarov told it was true. Makarov didn't answer, instead he was focused on unwrapping another root beer barrel.

"What they're saying," she pressed on, "is that last night Zeref turned up in Everlue Hollow. He went to find the Redfoxs. The rumor is that Aphrodite and Aries Redfox are, are, that they're.. dead."

Makarov bowed his head, and Porlyusica gasped. "Aphrodite and Aries… I can't believe it… I didn't want to believe it… oh, Makarov…"

Makarov patted her on the shoulder. "I know… I know.." he said heavily.

Porlyusica's voice started to tremble as she went on. "That's not all. They're saying he tried to kill the Redfox's son, Metalicana. But… he couldn't. he couldn't kill that little boy. No one knows why, but they're saying that when he couldn't kill Metalicana Redfox, Zeref's power somehow broke… and that's why he's gone."

Makarov nodded. "It's… it's true. After all he's done… all the people he's killed… he couldn't kill a little boy? It's just astounding… of all things to stop him… but how in the name of Heaven did Metalicana survive?"

"We can only guess, we may never end up knowing."

Porlyusica was wiping her tears away. Makarov gave a little sniffle was he took a golden pocket watch out and examined it.

He put it back then said, "Gildarts's late. I suppose it was him who told you I'd be here?"

"Yes, and I don't suppose you're going to tell me why you're here of all places?"

"I've come to bring Metalicana to his aunt and uncle. They're the only family he has left now."

"You can't possibly mean the people that live here?" Porlyusica shouted, pointing her finger at number seven. "Makarov, you can't. I've been watching them all day. You couldn't find two people who are less like us. And they've got this son… I saw him kicking his mother all the way up the street, screaming for candy. Metalicana Redfox is coming here!"

"It's the best place for him, his aunt and uncle will be able to explain everything to him when he's older. I've written them a letter."

"A letter? Really, Makarov, you think you can explain all of this in one letter? These people will never understand him," she said calming down a little.

"Everyone will know his name," Makarov said, "Famous before he can walk and talk, for something he won't even remember! Can't you imagine how much better off he'll be, growing up away from all that until he's ready to take it?"

Porlyusica opened her mouth, but then changed her mind, "Yes, you're right. But how is he getting here?"

"Gildarts is bringing him."

"You think it is wise to trust Gildarts with something as important as this?"

"I would trust him with my life."

"I'm not saying that his heart isn't in the right place, but he is a little careless. He does tend to… what was that?"

A low rumbling sound had broken the silence. It grew louder and then out of the sky a huge motorcycle fell onto the road into front of them. The man on the motorcycle was something else, a tall muscular man. With his redish-brown hair slicked back reaching his shoulders. His left arm and leg are metal prosthetics. He is wearing a long, black, high-collared cloak. He has on loose-fitting pants and his torso is almost completely bandaged. In his arms was a bundle of blankets.

"Gildarts," said a relieved Makarov. "You're finally here, and where did you get that motorcycle?"

"Borrowed it, Professor Makarov, sir," the man replied, getting of the motorcycle as he spoke.

"No problems, were there?"

"No, sir… house was almost destroyed, but I got him out all right before the Muggles started coming. He fell asleep fairly quickly."

Makarov and Porlyusica bent forward over the bundle of blankets. Inside, barely visible, was a baby boy, fast asleep. On is arm was a scar, shaped very strangely.

"Well… give him here, Gildarts, we'd better get this over with." Makarov took Metalicana in his arms and turned toward the Lates's house.

"Could I… say good-bye to him, sir?" asked Gildarts.

He went and ruffled the little hair the boy had on his hair. Then, Gildarts started to cry, very loudly.

"Shhh!" hissed Porlyusica, "You'll wake the Muggles!"

"S-s-sorry," sobbed Gildarts, taking out a spotted handkerchief and burying his face in it. "But I c-c-can't stand it, Aphrodite and Aries dead, and poor little Metalicana off to live with Muggles..."

"Yes, yes, its's all very sad, but get a grip on yourself, Gildarts, or we'll be found," Porlyusica whispered, patting Gildarts on the back gently as Makarov walked to the front door.

He laid Metalicana gently on the doorstep, took a letter out of his coat, tucked it into Metalicana's blankets, and went back to the other two. They stood there for a minute looking at the bundle.

"Well," Makarov finally said, "that's that. We've no business staying here. We may as well go and join the celebrations."

"Yeah," said Gildarts in a very muffled voice, "I'll be taking Hephaestus's bike back. Goodnight, Professor Porlyusica, Professor Makarov, sir." He wiped his tears and he got on the bike to start it up, it roared to life and rose into the air, soon disappearing into the night.

"I shall see you soon, I expect, Professor Porlyusica," said Makarov, nodding to her. Porlyusica nodded in reply.

Makarov turned and walked back down the street. On the corner he stopped to take out the orb. It started to glow again, and then the light was absorbed again by the streetlights, lighting Christina Drive up and he was now able to make out a white cat going around the corner at the other end of the street. He looked back the bundle on the steps of number seven, "Good luck, Metalicana," he murmured. He turned and with a swish of his coat he was gone.

Alright second chapter done, two things:

Metalicana's scar is the Fairy Tail mark

I made up Metalicana's parents and Sirius Black's names

Leave a review below to tell me what you think.

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