By the time Sirius made it to his old headmaster's study he was absolutely furious. He didn't bother knocking and stormed straight into the room. If Dumbledore was surprised then he certainly didn't show it.

"Can I help you with something Mr Black?"

Sirius could hear the suspicion in his voice but brushed it off.

"What were you thinking leaving Harry with the Dursleys? They hated Lily and James! Why would leaving their only son with them be a good idea? Why couldn't I look after him, or Amy?"

The headmaster remained incredibly calm considering, as far as he was aware, he was talking to the person who had betrayed the Potters.

"Miss Potter has enough to deal with as it is. She has a son of her own, works full time and I believe she's living with Mr Lupin and his condition could cause problems. Not to mention Harry would have problems growing up famous for something he wouldn't even remember. He's best kept away from that for-"

He was cut off by a cat shaped Patronus running into the office and a female voice coming out of it.

"Things have taken a bad turn. Amelia Potter has just been found dead in her house in Godric's Hollow."

Sirius didn't even wait for the message to finish before he ran off. He realised it was Peter's doing and he knew if he didn't do something then no-one else would.

Bodie turned the heater in the Capri up again, trying to heat the car up as he tapped the controls with his fingers as if brute force could coax warm air through the vents.

"What is wrong with this thing?" he muttered, shivering as the car seemed to get colder than ever.

From the back seat, invisible to anyone who didn't believe in him, Jack Frost grinned and blew another draft of cold air around Bodie's neck.

Doyle folded his arms across his chest as he tried to keep warm, then closed his eyes and put his head back against the headrest. It had been a long day.

"You alright, Ray?" asked Bodie, glancing across at him.

"Yeah, bit of a headache," replied Doyle. "Just give me five minutes, okay?"

"Sure," replied Bodie, as he steered the car through the wintery London streets. "Not as if I know where I'm going, anyway. Wonder if they gritted the roads last night? I don't remember them saying it was going to freeze..."

Bodie's words faded out and other words took over in Doyle's head.

The girl is no longer a problem. Good. We can't afford to leave any witnesses. A busy London street, tall buildings, shops, crossroads, fountains, burger bars, traffic lights, red buses, taxis, one huge skyscraper in the centre... in the centre... Centre Point... a flashing neon sign... the Dominion...

"Tottenham Court Road," said Doyle, sitting up straight.

"What?" asked Bodie, throwing his partner a sideways glance as he negotiated a roundabout.

"Head North, Oxford Street. We need the Dominion."

"Fancy seeing a show?"

"Just drive, Bodie!"

"Yeah, alright, keep your hair on," muttered Bodie.

From the back seat Jack leaned forward in anticipation as Bodie floored the accelerator and drove the Capri towards the West End as fast as it could go.

Sirius knew exactly where to go – Peter's place next to the Dominion theatre. When he got there Peter was just leaving, or trying to leave. Peter was extremely startled to find himself pinned to the wall by a furious Sirius Black.

"H…Hello S…Sirius," Peter stammered.

"How could you?" Sirius seethed. "How dare you betray your friends?! After all we did for you…"

Sirius was slightly unnerved when Peter wriggled free of his hold, his face changing to a grin as he pulled out his wand and pointed it. Peter moved quickly towards a large group of people who were gathered outside the theatre before shouting so that everyone could hear. "How could you, Sirius? They were your friends!"

Peter then sent a killing curse to the crowd behind him. Sirius watched in shock as the curse hit the twelve muggles stood there and, before he even had a chance to react, Peter had cut off his own finger, transformed into a rat and escaped down a nearby drain.

People gathered behind Sirius, staring at him in shock. He started to laugh, realising that little Peter Pettigrew had tricked him very cleverly indeed. He didn't notice the white haired youth watching intently from a short distance away, or the Capri that had pulled up behind him just before the flash of green light had filled the street.