[Ever wondered why the muggle minister was flat up told by Fudge that wizards truly do exist but decided to ignore this? Well this is an alternate history in which he decided to actually set up a secret system in order to ensure wizards just do not go ignored by the British Government].
Warning will likely not appropriate for under thirteens as it contains bad language and violence.
The rain seemed to fall in a way that made the paperwork easier to work with, with the alternative being drenched outside. Orval was running through the paperwork on a previous burglary attempt in order to prepare for court. He finally sat back, due to mental boredom, and preferred just to gaze around the police station. There was very little to do rather than paper work or else reading the posters and the latter was only mildly more interesting.
Orval read them in a desperate attempt to stave off the paper work. It was not, he admitted, the most exciting Halloween. The damn rain had made it so all the children had gone home already, so Orval just stared at the posters. They were mostly the same and would have served much better if they just said "Don't do Drugs" or "Don't fuck it up" and it caused Orval to find his attention drawn to a very unique one. "If you find a corpse as subject to murder with no apparent link to any kind of damage call this number" after that it went off to a phone number he was never going to ring. Why would anyone be dead if they showed no sign of damage? (Though rumour had it that some time ago there was a case like that in this town). He always found it curious as to why the government would bother to put up a group to detail this sort of event, but all well. He was now just waiting for the night shift so he could go home.
It was therefore a surprise to hear the phone ring this late at night to report a crime. A normal person would likely panic at this but Orval knew it was likely a prank.
"Hello, police department at your service", he answered, as was normal procedure.
"Help! Please come quickly, some people have been murdered!", cried the voice of a panicking teen.
Murdered? In this town? Who would ever want to do that, unless it could be a prank, but Orval's gut said otherwise. "Ok, now remain calm and tell me where this incident took place".
"It's in that house over by the graveyard but it looks like it's been burned down".
"Alright, I know the place. We'll be there soon", Orval replied calmly. The Police were trained not to panic, but his insides where immediately confusing into several thoughts with some acting in downright opposites of each over.
"What the hell is going on? You look like a sheet", came the voice of his partner. Apparently Orval wasn't so good at dealing with stress.
"You'll never believe this, there's been a murder". Orval's old panic was overcome with excitement. It was hard to deny that it was better than paperwork, it would be his first time at a murder scene.
"You're kidding, where is it" came his partner's shocked reply.
Orval briefly nodded his head and became almost entirely logical. "I'll contact the chief and get forensic team over there." And ignoring the taken aback look of his partner, he went to the chief's office and explained. Again the Chief was taken aback at how easily Orval told the information, after which he sent him immediately to the scene of the crime.
When Orval arrived at the scene of the crime, getting out of the car, it immediately seemed much worse than a damn murder, half the house looked like it had been bombed. Orval immediately decided to be armed and therefore unsheathed his pistol from the holster and went into the house.
Inside it was cold, the windows were crumbling and the light sliced through the cracks of what would normally have been a happy family. Orval was able to see this just from the entry way. The stairs themselves were collapsed, but not too high to jump; but he should examine the ground floor first. Orval examined the floor yet now, less than ten seconds before examining the room, he noticed a body.
"Shit!", he yelled. Quickly moving towards the body he looked for a pulse. He didn't find one and for a few seconds bowed his head in respect, taking his hat off. The seconds passed like hours but eventually Orval put his hat back on and took out his gun, just in case. However, upon closer inspection, the body seemed to be fine. There were no marks, no signs of poison, nothing. But that was impossible.
This aspect terrified him, he was extremely knowledgeable about what kills people, and what signs of damage it shows, but this body showed none, he shouldn't be dead, yet he was. Clearly an illness doesn't blow up a house. Orval immediately jumped up to the second floor of the building but then noticed that someone was already there. The man himself was dressed in a brown suit and had a face and hairstyle that resembled Chameleon. He seemed to be examining another body of a women who similarly showed little sign of damage. Orval sensed that this was a man who was not an enemy and was just about to enter the room when the strange man's eyes increased in size.
This action was impossible and it too sent shivers down Orval's spine. Immediately all hope of peaceful contact disappeared as this freak of nature examined the walls as if they bore some clue too small to be seen with normal eyes. Orval immediately was aware that this freak had to be killed and if he gave himself away he would be immediately dead. Not knowing how effective it would be, he drew his pistol and aimed it at the freak's head.
His arm steadied and he pulled the trigger, unleashing the bullet into the monster's skull, watching it tear through the skull and leaving a gaping hole that went through his entire head yet ignored by the rest of the body. The hole then immediately fixed itself in a matter of moments as the freak, turned to be shocked at receiving such a lethal blow, rather than being shocked at his survival.
"RUN!", shouted a voice in Orval's head, and he tried to turn, but got a few steps before the freak's arm began to morph. It began by growing a large orange feather before wood began to encircle it until it resembled a pointed stick. The freak murmured slightly before a green light hit Orval on his back and everything went white.