River Song

After, Archer, Angus and James had come out of the grandfather clock basement they walked back into the dining room and Angus saw the Elder still seated at the dinning table but the two other boys were gone and a dark raven hair woman dressed in a plain blue dress stood behind his chair frowning at them her gaze fixed on James suddenly.

James froze as he saw her flying through the air. The feeling of being free and wild. It was the first flight and it was gloriously wicked. The memory reminded him of his first time tasting the true freedom of the wild. Angus laid his hand on James shoulder taking him out of the vision. He blinked and looked at Angus whom was smiling at him.

James frowned at him. "What?" He asked.

"Mrs. Walker was asking you a question." Angus said gentle.

"Oh. Sorry." James said. He then turned his attention toward the Mrs. Walker.

She was smiling at him. "Hello. I'm Francisca. You can call me River Song. I am the Raven of the Walker tribe."

James smiled. "I'm James Potter. You can call me James. I'm a Raven Animagus too. It's nice to meet you."

James glanced at Angus raising an eye brow. Angus shook his head saying nothing as he turned back to the Elder man in the room.

"Is it possible for us to speak with your grand daughter about the events that happened two days ago?" He asked.

"No!" Raven and the Elder shouted at once then they looked alarmed and flinched backward.

Archer came to stand in between Angus and his wife and grandfather. "My grandfather and wife didn't mean any disrespect Western Dragon. My daughter is still not feeling well up to questioning."

"Mr. Walker." Angus said calmly. "I apologize if I have offended you with my question or my presence in your home. I assure you I merely asked the question to see gather if any information could be gathered for the investigation on the situation that has happened to you and your family. I assure you that my son and I will do our very best to catch the perpetrator and reclaim whatever item was stolen from you. Sense your daughter cannot be here to give us an account of the events from her perspective can you please give us some small indication of how you were able to detected my back sight magic being used at that time?" He said in a calm voice and got out a note pad and pin from the inside of his jacket pocket.

James frowned but he patted his own jacket and got out a pin and small notebook to use. He didn't understand the switch in tone and tactic but from Angus but he said nothing to counter it.

Walker family looked confused as Angus waited staring at Archer patiently. Archer blinked and he shook his head.

"No. No. You didn't do anything wrong. Ah you just surprised my wife and grandfather a little. Yes. Ah. I have a small talent for feeling shifts in time and feeling the eyes of hunters. It's not really a talent really more instinct then anything else."

Angus nodded. "I get you. Have you noticed any strangers in your area?"

Archer sighed shaking his head. "No. We are a small community and my tribe owns surrounding land for several miles around my home."

"Who else besides your immediate family knows about where you item was hidden in your home?"

"Sir. Western. No. I'm sorry. Mr. Potter what do these questions have to do with finding the one that stole my family treasure. I'm sure with your son's help and what information you have now it will be enough to-"

"-Excuse me Sir. But you don't understand the situation at all." Angus interjected.

"But several crimes were committed here beyond the theft of your family treasure which is a minor issue. The suspect is a powerful wizard and possible death dealer."

"Wait! Hold on please. Your son said that name before what does it mean? I've never heard of it before."

Angus nodded. "Understandable. Death Dealers are dark wizard contract killers who operate much in the same way the robber that broke into your home who committed two class high crimes of unwarranted mental violation and theft of confidential information. You yourself have told me that your daughter is unable to communicate to me the events that took place a few days ago. Has she seen a doctor yet?"

Archer stared at him. "Yes she has."

"Is the condition your daughter encountered permanent?" Angus asked.

Archer straightened up. "She will require enough to live a reasonable normal life but the doctors say she has permanent mental damage."

Angus nodded. "Attempted murder of a minor. There is an accounting for that. The item you lost can be recovered but the harm to your daughter is permanent and most be accounted for by magi and western wizardry law. I am duty bound to terminate all threats to the magi community."

"Your not here about the staff are you?" Archer said.

Angus shook his head. "No. The President lets the Aurors handle stolen items and dark wizards. He sends me to handle special cases like what happened to your daughter. I'll only take up a few moments of your time Sir then my son and I will be on our and the situation will be handled in the best and most effect way possible. I only ask a favor you of you Sir."

Archer shook his head waving his hand. "You can have anything you want as long as the wizard that violated my daughter. I am sorry for seeing the situation for what it is?"

Angus shook his head. "Nothing to apologize for Sir. I can empathize with you but I only ask you to give me the information I need to find this man."

"Can you empathize with me really?" Archer glared at him.

Angus stared at him. "Yes. I can." He said calmly.

Archer frowned and looked James and then paled and looked away. "Of course. Of course. Damn."

"Mr. Walker. Have you noticed anyone asking about your item recently or someone close to you or in your tribe that has been in need of money coming into your home lately?"

Archer closed his eyes. "Give me a minute please. I have to think."

"I know someone." Raven Song said softly raising her hand. She grimaced when Archer turned to stare at her. "I don't know if I'm correct."

Angus nodded. "Please go on. It might help us in this case regarding your daughter. Take your time. There is no rush."