Amy was sat quietly at home, trying to come to terms with what had happened, when she heard a banging on the front door. She got up and went to see who it was.
"Hello Sirius." She greeted the man at the door, just able to give him a half smile.
Stood on the doorstep was a slightly panicked looking Sirius Black. He pulled the girl into a tight hug. "Thank Merlin you're alright!" Sirius muttered into her shoulder in relief.
"Why wouldn't I be?" the confused girl asked.
Sirius stared at her as if she was completely mad. "Peter just betrayed your brother and his family to Voldemort, who is now dead. You're one of the only people who could turn Peter in."
"Alright, I see your point but I'm fine, really."
"Okay, I'm going to talk to Dumbledore about what happened and what will happen to Harry. Stay here and keep the door locked."
Sirius placed a brotherly kiss on Amy's forehead before leaving for Dumbledore's office. Neither of them noticed the small grey rat slip into the room. By the time Amy noticed there was an intruder in her house a flash of green was filling the living room and Sirius was long gone.
Doyle kicked the leg of his desk in frustration.
"This is useless," he said, shoving the toppling pile of paper files away from him.
Bodie looked up from his desk where he was going through his own heap of paperwork.
"It's like this guy never existed," he agreed.
Doyle rubbed the bridge of his nose as he concentrated. "Maybe… maybe that's the problem. Maybe he doesn't exist."
"Talk sense, Ray."
"No, I mean it. There's something really odd about all this and I can't work out what it is."
At that moment both of their R/Ts crackled into life and Bodie reached his first, clicking the transmission button.
"3.7."
A woman's voice echoed down the line. "Reports coming in of a murder pertaining to your current case."
"Where?"
"Godric's Hollow. A young woman."
"Roger," replied Bodie, looking pointedly at Doyle. "We're on our way. Over and out."
Jack knelt at Amy's side, running a finger lightly through her hair. The room was full of Muggles, police and paramedics, but none of them saw him. No-one in this sad place believed in Jack Frost. A tear slid down his face, turning into a delicate snowflake as it landed on her cheek.
Cold wind blew into the room as Bodie and Doyle opened the door and stepped inside.
Jack looked up at them, recognising them immediately. He watched with interest as the other muggles in the room deferred to their obvious seniority and then he moved out of the way, even though he didn't really need to, as Doyle came to kneel beside Amy. Jack watched as Doyle regarded the dead body with obvious sadness in his green eyes.
This was a man who cared. And as Bodie came to stand behind him Jack realised that these were the men who could bring the murderer of Jack's closest friends to justice. And he knew that they would need his help because it was obvious they knew nothing about the world of wizards.
"Sirius Black," whispered Doyle.
"Let's find him," replied Bodie, firmly.
And as they walked out of the house and got back in their Capri, Jack Frost was right behind them.