Disclaimer: Keys to the Kingdom belong to Garth Nix and The Dresden Files belong to Jim Butcher

A/N: The only thing I can say is that I'm not going to include anything from Lord Sunday as it didn't happen yet. Lets just assume that we don't speak of it and that Arthur never uses the seventh key. Just a warning, stuff with the House is weird. Space doesn't really seem to matter, everything is like from the 1800s. I'm talking about some basic info will be put into the end of each chapter for stuff from Keys to the Kingdom. Don't worry about that stuff being very important, this is the only chapter that takes place in the House.

A/N2: The updates are editing to make it easier to read, more in line with the story and frankly a lot better grammar wise.

Prologue: The Call

"Sir you have a call on the outside line." Sneezer stood in front of Arthur's desk holding an old fashioned phone. The butler was around five feet tall wearing a white button up shirt, with a black jacket and pants, which looked like they camp out of the eighteenth century.

Arthur, who although immortal, came from Earth and wore closer that were closer to home. Clad in a black suit jacket, blue jeans and a white t-shirt. Dangerously, almost unnaturally handsome, he would stand at almost six feet tall, and was heavily yet lithely muscled, like a cat. Arthur was something of an anomaly in The House as he kept the fashion of his home and refused to be taller than his normal growth would allow. His office however was decorated to the fashions of The House.

Behind his chair was a large clock, five feet in diameter and easily the largest object in the room. A silver trident hung below it, suspended on two hooks. In front of Arthur was a large wooden desk papers scattered across it, with a paper or two appearing every so often in the "IN" box. An ivory baton, with laurel leaves winding around it, rested on the desk and a pair of metal gauntlets lay next to them

"Who is it Sneezer? Did the Mariner find something interesting?"

"No sir," Sneezer replied, "He did send over a manifest of his recent findings."

Arthur held out one hand for the folder while while asking for Sneezer to pour him some orange juice. Sneezer walked to a small table in the corner of the room where the drinks were placed while Arthur looked over the list.

"He's been finding mostly books lately, huh?"

"Knowledge is the easiest thing to lose sir." Sneezer said and Arthur murmured his agreement.

Sneezer walked back with the orange juice and said, "The phone sir?"

"Oh right. Who is it?"

It's the White Council sir. They are-"

"Who is the White Council, and what are they doing in contact with The House?" Arthur asked. His tone was lazy, but his eyes glittered dangerously.

"I am not quite sure sir," Sneezer said. "The Morrow Days did not exactly care about what their organization was. Saturday dealt with them the most, as he had the most stake in the Secondary Realms, what with his plan to destroy the Incomparable Gardens hinging mostly on destabilizing the House. What I do know is that to them we were between them and what they called the Outer Gates. Most of our dealings were with a man called the Gatekeeper. As far as I know, Monday only dealt with them by voting on whatever Saturday brought before the Days. I'm sure that if you want more information, the Atlas would be able to inform you on whatever you need to know."

The Compleat Atlas of the House. It was a book that contained almost everything that Arthur could think of that had to do with the House and the Secondary Realms. Beings, places, history, directions, sorcery, you name it, it's got it. Before Arthur gained control of the House he kept it with him as much as possible, the only exception being after he was drafted into Glorious Army of the Architect. Now it was held in Arthur's inside pocket and never left his sight. It was too useful.

Arthur took the green volume out of his inside pocketand placed it onto the desk and took hold of his pen. What is the White Council and what is The Houses Dealings with them? The Atlas burst open and grew from the size of a small, pocket sized book, to the size of a world atlas. One the open, but black page a picture of of a roomful of men and women started appearing as if drawn by an unseen hand. The men and women were all wearing robes and sitting in several rows. Standing on a stage in front of them were a group of seven men and women who wore robes and stoles. After the picture was drawn the writer went on, in perfect calligraphy, to the information the Arthur was looking for:

The White Council is the governing body of the Wizard community in the world. They primarily protect humanity, those without magic from abuses of magic by warlocks. They also shield this world from the Sidhe, who are the closest to the humans from the Nevernever and other creatures that wish humanity harm. It is a political and democratic organization seeking to unite wizards throughout the world, and are signatories to the Unseelie Accords, a treaty that governs the supernatural community.

The White Council is governed by a Senior Council of seven wizards, each of which is elected when one of the Senior Council dies. Each is a wizard of extreme power and skill, with the leader referred to as the Merlin. The Merlin is acknowledged as the most powerful wizard in the world. Beyond the Senior Council there are the actual wizards of the council that contribute to the legislative branch. The Judicial branch belongs to the Wardens, a combination police force and military. Meetings of the Council are traditionally conducted in Latin, a procedural point which has, not coincidentally, served to keep younger wizards from gaining too much standing or momentum by making it very difficult for them to speak eloquently or even coherently to the rest of the Council.

As the governing body, the White Council made the Seven Laws of Magic. The Seven Laws of Magic are intended to guard against the abuse of magic by wizards against other wizards and humans.

They are:

Thou shalt not kill by use of magic.

Thou shalt not transform others

Thou shalt not invade the mind of another

Thou shalt not enthrall another

Thou shalt not reach beyond the borders of life

Thou shalt not swim against the Currents of Time

Thou shalt not seek beyond the Outer Gates

Wizards in violation of the Laws are called warlocks. The Wardens administer the punishment for violating the Seven Laws which is almost always death. Warlocks may be spared from execution if a wizard of the White Council takes responsibility for them. However, if the warlock violates the Laws again, both are executed. This probationary status is known as the Doom of Damocles.

Saturday decided to sign onto the Unseelie Accords five-hundred years ago, as House time goes, when human wizards accidently managed to gain entrance into the House, bypassing the Lieutenant Keeper and the Front Door and into Doorstop Hill and the Lower House. When the Lieutenant Keeper told them that he was not able to let them out through the Front Door and that they should arrange for an audience with Mister Monday. They then attempted to tear a hole in the metaphysical foundation of the House to get to a place in between the House and the Secondary Realms, which they called the Nevernever. Before this time the House was unaware of the Nevernever, as Denizens were able to move straight from the House to the Secondary Realms. Superior Saturday signed onto the Unseelie Accords and promised to help the White Council in exchange for information on the supernatural.

Arthur released the book and it shut with a snap, shrinking down to its original size. He leaned back and his chair shifted from an uncomfortable straight backed office chair to a plush leather arm chair. He was quiet for a few moments before saying, "Please call in Dame Primus. I have a few questions about this treaty."

Sneezer bowed and left the room, leaving Arthur to his thoughts.

Dame Primus was a tall, stern looking, woman. She stood at seven feet tall and wore a pink dress, with a captain's coat over it. She entered and bowed to Arthur before standing straight. She was an intimidating woman.

"My Lord Arthur, Sneezer said you had a question for me."

Arthur looked up from The Atlas and relaxed into his chair before saying, "I recently got a call from an organization, in the Secondary Realms, on Earth, called the White Council. The asked The House, and more specifically Saturday, to send someone to be a neutral mediator between themselves and the Red Court. One of their wizards has been kidnapped. One Harry Dresden. They want us to mediate between them. My question is if we are actually signatories on their accords. After all it was Saturday who signed them not me."

"If Saturday signed on as an individual," she said in a croaking voice, "then you, as the Rightful Heir, would be within your rights to deny them. However since the Court of Days signed this treaty then unfortunately you must answer their call." Her sniff at the end spoke volumes of what she thought of the House getting involved in the Secondary Realms.

Arthur sighed and placed his head in his hands. He waved her away and told her to send in Sneezer. Dame Primus left the room head held high, more like a slighted child than then Seven Parts of the Will of the Architect.

Sneezer entered the room saying, "Sir?"

"Call the White Council tell them that I will come and help them and... and mediate or whatever"

Sneezer nodded before saying softly, "Yes sir."

Arthur straightened up gathering his strength and will, "And tell Suzy and Noon to get ready to leave," he barked out. After everything he'd been through on his own, Arthur was not going anywhere without backup. "And contact the Middle and Upper House. Tell them I want the Gilded Youth and Artful Loungers ready to come to the Secondary Realms to help. If someone was taken they might need to be rescued. That and every time I go there there always seems to be a problem."

Sneezer walked out of Arthur's office happily. The Rightful Heir was on a mission. God help those who stood in his way.

I'm in terrible need of a beta and ideas for conflicts. If anyone has any ideas they can include them in a review or a message THIS IS THE ONLY CHAPTER IN THE HOUSE. So I don't want people yelling at me that they have no idea what's going on or that there aren't enough Dresden characters.

Next chapter: Who are you and what have you done with Dresden?!