This is my first fanfic, so sorry if it doesn't turn out too good, but I am open for suggestions so fire away in the reviews. This idea was inspired by TheSavageMan100, and the Disney Parody Series, they are great and you should read them. I'm also going based off the books, so if you haven't read them but seen the movies, one or two things might be different.

Disclaimer: I don't own Fairy Tail or Harry Potter, the masterminds behind them are Hiro Mashima and J.K. Rowling(but I did change the words a little).

Mr. and Mrs. Lates, of number seven Christina Drive, were proud to say they were perfectly normal. They were the last people you'd expect to be involved with anything strange or mysterious. Mr. Lates was a chef at a bar and grill called Blue Pegasus. He is a slim man with messy, brownish-blond hair, and eyes that made girls fall at his feet. Mrs. Lates was just as gorgeous, with big, blond curls and long legs; making it easier to look over fences to spy on the neighbors.

The couple had a small son named Jose, and in their opinion there was no better son anywhere. They had everything they wanted, but they had a secret, and it was their greatest fear that someone would discover it. They didn't think they could bear it if anyone found out about the Redfoxs.

Mrs. Redfox and Mrs. Lates are actually sisters, but haven't talked in a long time; after all Mrs. Redfox and her husband where as unLates as could be. The two also knew that the Redfoxs had a small son too, but have never seen him. There was a good reason to keep them away, they didn't want Jose getting mixed up in that.

Our story starts when Mr. and Mrs. Lates wake up on a dull Tuesday morning. Mr. Lates hummed while picking out a tie for work, Mrs. Lates gossiped while wrestling a screaming Jose in a high chair. None of them noticed the little cat with wings fly past the window.

Mr. Lates said goodbye to his wife and child and got into his car to go to work. At the corner of the street he noticed a pure white cat reading a map. Mr. Lates didn't believe, and when he turned around to get a second glance, all he saw was the white cat without a map. What was he thinking? Must have been a trick of the light.

Mr. Lates blinked and stared at the cat. The cat stared back. As Mr. Lates drove up the road he looked in his rearview mirror and saw the cat reading the sign that said Christina Drive; no, looking at the sign, cats couldn't read maps or signs.

Mr. Lates gave a little shake and put the cat out of his mind. As he drove toward town he thought of nothing except the large amounts of customers he was hoping to have that day. As he sat in the usual morning traffic, he couldn't help but notice all the strangely dressed people out. People in cartoon like outfits.

Mr. Lates hated people who dressed in funny clothes, the get ups you saw on young people these days! He supposed it was some stupid new fashion, or a convention was in town.

He drummed his fingers on the wheel and his eyes fell on a handful of these weirdos standing nearby. They were whispering excitedly together. Mr. Lates was surprised to see that a couple of them weren't young at all; why, that man was older than he was, and wearing a black cape with gold and red trim around the edges, as well as a tight black shirt that leaves little to the imagination, simple pants, and laced up boots. The nerve of him!

Mr. Lates then thought it had to be some silly stunt; these people were obviously collecting for something… yes that would be it. The traffic moved on a few moments later, Mr. Lates arrived in the Blue Pegasus parking lot, his mind back on customers and food.

Mr. Lates works in the back kitchen, if he worked at the tableside he wouldn't be able to concentrate. He didn't see the flying cats go past in broad daylight, though the people down the street sure had; they pointed and gazed open mouthed as cat after cat flew overhead. Cats couldn't fly.

Mr. Lates, however, had a perfectly normal, cat-free morning. He yelled at five cooks. He pleased serval important customers and shouted a bit more. He was in a good mood til lunchtime, when he thought it would be a good idea to walk across the street and get a donut from the bakery.

He had forgotten all about the cosplayers(assuming that it had to be a convention) until he passed a group of them next to the baker's. He eyed them angrily as he walked past. He didn't know why, but they made him uneasy. This bunch were whispering excitedly too. On his way out, clutching his donut in a bag, he caught a little of what they were saying.

"The Redfoxs, that's right, that's what I heard, their son, Metalicana"

Mr. Lates stopped dead. Fear flooded him. He looked back as the whisperers as if he wanted to say something to them, but thought against it.

He dashed back across the road, hurried up to his office, snapped at his sous chef for not cleaning the kitchen well enough, grabbed his phone, and had almost pressed his home number in his contacts when he changed his mind. He put the phone back in his pocket and ran his hand through his hair, thinking… no, he was being stupid.

Redfox wasn't such an uncommon name. He was sure there were lots of people called Redfox who had a son called Metalicana. Come to think of it, he wasn't even sure his nephew was named Metalicana. He'd never met the boy. It might have been Michael, or Max.

There was no point in worry Mrs. Lates; she always got so upset whenever you mentioned her sister. He didn't blame her, if he'd had a sister like that… but all the same, those people in the weird clothes… he found it harder to concentrate on food that afternoon and when he left the building a five, he was still so worried that he walked straight into someone just outside the door.

"Sorry," he grunted, as the old man stumbled and almost fell.

It was a few seconds before Mr. Lates realized that the man was wearing some of the weird clothes as well. He didn't seem upset after almost being knocked over.

Just the opposite, his face split into a wide smile and he said in a raspy voice, "Don't be sorry, my dear sir, for nothing could upset me today! Rejoice, for You-Know-Who is gone at last! Even Muggles like yourself should be celebrating, this happy, happy day!" and the old man hugged Mr. Lates and walked off.

Mr. Lates stood rooted to the spot. He had been hugged by a stranger. He also thought he had been called a Muggle, whatever that means. He was rattled. He hurried to his car and set off for home, hoping he was imagining things, and he doesn't hope often, because he didn't like imagination.

As he pulled into the driveway of number seven, the first thing he saw (and it didn't improve his mood) was the white cat he'd spotted that morning. It was now sitting on his fence. He was sure it was the same one. "Shoo!" Mr. Lates shouted. The cat didn't move. It just gave him a stern look. Was this normal cat behavior? Mr. Lates wondered.

Trying to pull himself together, he let himself into the house. He was still determined not to mention anything to his wife. Mr. Lates overall he still had a nice, normal day. Mrs. Lates told him over dinner all about Mrs. Next Door's problems with her daughter and Jose learned a new word ("Won't").

Mr. Lates tried to act as normal as possible. When Jose had been put to bed, he went to watch the evening news.

"And finally, people all over the country have reported that they have seen cat-like creatures with wings flying through the sky. Experts are stumped as to what these creatures could actually be or the sudden change in a cat's function." The reporter grinned. "Very Strange, and now to Ren Akatsuki with the weather. Anymore showers of flying cats tonight, Ren?"

"Well Jason," said the weatherman, 'I don't know about that, but I do know that there has been plenty of shouting stars all of the country. Maybe someone is celebrating the Magnolia Harvest Festival early, remember it's not til next week. However I can promise you that there will be plenty of rain showers tonight."

Mr. Lates sat frozen in his chair. Shooting stairs all over Foire? Cats that fly? Mysterious people cosplaying for no conventions? And a whisper, about the Redfoxs… Mrs. Lates came into the room carrying two cups of coffee.

It was no good. He'd have to say something to her. He cleared his throat nervously.

"Er… Jenny, dear… you haven't heard from your sister lately, have you?"

As he thought, his wife looked shouted and angry. After all, they normally pretended she didn't have a sister.

"No, why?" she said sharply.

"Just some funny things of the news." Mr. Lates mumbled.

"Flying cats, shooting stars, and there were a lot of funny looking people in town today."

"So, what's that got to do anything?" Mrs. Lates snapped back.

"I just thought… that maybe… it was something… to do with her kind."

Mrs. Lates took a sip of her with pursed lips. Mr. Lates debated whether he should tell her that he'd heard the name "Redfox." He decided not to, instead saying as casually as he could,

"Their son, he'd be about Jose's age no wouldn't he?"

"I guess" his wife replied.

"What's his name again? Matthew, right?"

"Metalicana. Nasty, complicated name if you ask me."

"Yes, of course" Mr. Lates said, his hopes going up in flames. "l agree completely."

He didn't say anything else about the subject as the pair went to bed. Mr. Lates went to the window to look at the fence when Mrs. Lates was in the bathroom. The cat was still sitting there on the fence. Almost as if it was waiting for something. Was he imagining things? Maybe it had something to do with the Redfoxs? If it did… if it got out that the two families were related, he couldn't bear it.

The couple got into bed and Mrs. Lates fell asleep quickly. Her husband however, lay awake, thinking about the day's events. His last, comforting thought before he could finally fall asleep was that even if the Redfoxs were involved, there was no reason for them come near his family. The Redfoxs knew very well what he and Jenny thought of their kind.. he couldn't see how he and his wife could get mixed up in anything going on. He yawned and turned over, thinking that it couldn't affect them… how very wrong he was.

Well that's it, yes I'm using the dragons instead of the normal Fairy Tail characters. Also if it wasn't clear Mr. and Mrs. Lates are Jenny and Hibiki. I am splitting the chapters up to try to make mine shorter. If you think it was still too long, or if you rather I left the chapters the way they were written tell me in the reviews. This is my first fanfic, so suggestions are very much welcome.

~Smiley