And here it is, breand new, thhe next chapter. sorry if it isn't very interresting, the next one should make up for that, i hope.

Again, I don't own Harry Potter or anything you might recognice. (And no, I won't tell you what that might be, don't want to spoil the surprise.)

Tuesday, 3rd of June

It was shortly before 7 o'clock when Henri awoke. Despite the late night, she stood up and hurriedly dressed into the clothes George had given her the night before. It was a robe that belonged to Ginny which she had forgotten the last time she had visited.

After a quick breakfast, Henri went out into the alley. She needed clothes for all occasions, muggle and magical. The first stops she had planned was Madame Malkins and Twilfit and Tattling. If she didn't find anything she liked there, she would have to floo to Hogsmead to go to Gladrags. After that, she would go to some muggle stores in London quick, as she had an appointment with Gringotts after that.

When she entered the bank later she had found some robes and dresses and other clothes she liked and she had taken some catalogues with her to order some things later on. She would charm the muggle clothes later so the labels came off and to change the cuts a bit to suit her tastes better.

With that issue solved, she entered the Bank, where Master Gripclaw and Griphook were already waiting for her.

"Milady, this is my nephew Griphook. Hope you don't mind, but with the work I will have to do from now on, I will need an assistant."

"Seems like you moved up in the world, Master Gripclaw."

"Indeed. Now, let us join King Ragnock and Prince Orin, shall we?" With that, he lead her out of the foyer to an office. The office was bigger and brighter than the one she had been in yesterday. It seemed Gripclaw really had been promoted. The King and the Prince were already waiting there.

"Let's go over everything, shall we? First off, I want to assure you that everything we discuss at Gringotts, yesterday or today of anytime in the future will stay under clients privacy. So you won't have to worry about anything getting out. We have to inform King Nirelli and Lord Holmes that you are a member of their family, but not about you being , say Queen Pendragon."

"Thank you, I had not expected anything less. So, what will we talk about first?"

"The Tonks' have accepted and changed their names to Tonks-Black, or just Black in case of the younger ones. Mrs. Malfoy has meanwhile sent a letter asking if she will be allowed to keep her vault. It is Vault 633. As far as we are able to tell, the vault was Mrs. Malfoys trust-vault and dowry. There had not been any movement from any other vault since her wedding, so any money in there is hers. She has a few personal items as well, including some heirlooms from her mother as it seems. The other Vaults are some that weren't closed and moved back to the main Vault when their owners died."

"Please tell her she may keep the Vault so long she does not commit any crimes and brings dishonor to the Black family. If, at the time of her death she as a granddaughter or, as she isn't too old to give birth, daughter, the vault will go to her and under the Malfoy name. If she does not, the money will be split between the Malfoy and Black family, and the personal items will all go as heirlooms to the Black family. I assume Mrs. Tonks-Black's trust-vault was reintegrated into the Main-Vault when she married and she never received a dowry?"

"She had nearly fifteen thousand Galleons in her Vault before her marriage, and her sisters dowry was both an additional fifty thousand Galleons."

"Then send these amounts to her current Vault, close all but Mrs. Malfoys Vault and open trust-Vaults for Nymphadora and Theodore Black, or sent the amount of twenty thousand to their current one should they already posses one. Though, make sure Mr. and Mrs. Tonks-Black know about the money so they don't misuse it."

"We will do that then. You will have Vault number 66, 92 and 480 under the Black name then. The first two are old ones, mostly containing old heirlooms and documents, while 480 is mostly used for money. You should however go through everything if you have the time. This goes for all Vaults.

So you know though, Hogwarts castle was build on grounds belonging to the Blacks. This is also why the Lake is still called the Black Lake, and the forest was once known as the Black Forest. Much of the Black forest in Germany belongs to the family as well, currently it is a reserve for magical wildlife and a centaur reservation.

The castle itself belongs to the four founder families, but the land belongs to the Blacks.

Now, onto the Potter family. First of all, except Vault 675 and 1236, they are all old Vaults. Your current trust-Vault was your fathers former one, it had been emptied of all personal items and refilled to the amount of 100 thousand galleons at your birth. Vault 1236 has been opened by Fred and George Weasley on your behalf, and contains 33% of the winnings of one Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. It contains around 12 thousand Galleons at the moment." He handed her a file. "Here are the statements. You did invest well there, if I may say so myself. We have also investigated your placement and relationship to one Petunia Dursley, nee Evans. It seems your grandmother Rose had married the recently widowed Henri Evans after the death of your grandfather, before the birth of your mother. His wife apparently died giving birth to Petunia. The two of you are not related. The placement at her home, as ordered by one Albus Dumbledore, against the wills of your parents, was against the law, as was the monthly stipend taken out of your Vault. We will investigate this matter and we will make Albus Dumbledore pay for it. However, we can't do anything in the muggle world. If you want to have any steps taken there, you will have to find a private investigator there or report to the police."

"I …"

"However, while we can't actively aid you, we would like to recommend a private investigator. Namely one Sherlock Holmes, married to one John Watson. They live here in London, Baker Street 211 B." Griphook gave her another file. Gripclaw all the while was grinning like a shark. "This is about everything we could find on him."

"Can wizards get pregnant? As I understand, Lord Holmes himself isn't married, so why would he allow his brother to marry a man otherwise, if they can't get children together?"

"They can indeed. There are spells and potions, though you possess several bracelets that give the wearer the ability to get pregnant. I will let someone bring you one out of your Vaults. They were quite common about two centuries back. Back then, some thought it modern to have a male husband. They are also the only way for male squibs or muggles to have children, as they don't have the magic for the spells or potions."

"Thank you. Please, would you tell me about the magical Kingdoms."

"Certainly. There are several magical Kingdoms. The borders of the magical realms are not the same as the borders of the muggle realms. Russia, for example, is smaller by far, while the Mongolian realm doesn't exist in the muggle world at all. The Prussian realm is divided in muggle world into Germany, Austria, the Ukraine and several other small countries. Spain is about the same in size while France and Italy are much smaller. Then there is India, Egypt with its Pharaohs, Mesopotamian, China and Japan. Most everything else of Africa, America and Australia is divided into smaller tribes. The far north of Europe is nearly the same as in the muggle world."

"The magical Kingdom of Albion?"

"Normally, the muggles and the magical inhabit the same space, but it happened in the past that the magical bended that space, so the muggles had no access to it. They see only the outlines, and once you're inside that space, it appears that the space was created afterwards, that it is an addition to reality, extended space. Diagon Alley is one such place. Throughout the world are other such places, filled with magic. But the biggest is the magical Kingdom of Albion. All of England, Scotland, Ireland and Wales are the outline to the magical parts. It is undetectable even with the most modern muggle technology, like satellite pictures. That is how well it is protected. There are a few places where one can cross over, but the only ones that manage this feat right now are magical beings such as Unicorns and Phoenix, the centaur and animals. There are at least two entrances, one being at Stonehenge, the other at Hogwarts. There are others, of course, but these are the only ones we know of. I imagine Lord Holes knows of more, or there is something in the Pendragon family Vault. We only know for certain that the magical region has an abundance of many magical animals and plants not often seen. It possesses one city and the Castle Camelot and is in all about three times the size of muggle Britain. The city is said to be called the Ivory City, named so for its white color."

"It sounds marvelous."

"Indeed, it does. Have you decided whether you will take your place as the rightful Queen? If you do, you should speak to Lord Holmes about everything and let him advise you."

"Would the magical folk just accept it? Won't they resent me for ruling them?"

"Some of them might, some will recent you, while others will love you."

"I will think about it."

"It is 12o'clock. Do you wish to take a break or shall we eat here?"

"Already? I didn't expect time to fly by that fast. The letters to Lord Holmes and Kind Nirelli will be send in one hour, right?"

"Yes."

"Then I will be going out for lunch. I expect to be back in two hours, but I have some business to take care of right now."

Henri grabbed the files containing everything about the Dursleys and Sherlock Holmes, and after a moment's hesitation she tugged in the bracelet that a goblin had brought in from the Black Vault earlier.

"I will see you later."

And with that, she was out the door and already halfway into muggle London.

...

"Mr. Sherlock Holmes?"

"Ohm, no, I'm John, John Watson. Sherlock's flat mate. You are here to see him about a case?"

John Watson was a nervous man. He had the look of a soldier, and he seemed quite smart. He was also quite handsome, though he wasn't the type to attract attention when he went out. No, he was striking, but more in this homely way that made people comfortable and feel at ease.

"Yes, is he in?"

"Uh, yes, please come in."

The flat was a mess, though not in the way that it was dirty. It was the opposite and, in fact, quite clean. No, rather, there were all kinds of things lying around, from chemicals and body parts over old papers to parts that looked to be from video cameras, all very neatly piled.

On a couch in the middle of the room sat a man with messy black hair and bright blue eyes. He had a slender, tall build with delicate bones.

"Sherlock Holmes, I assume?"

At once a sharp glance settled upon her. She could guess what he was seeing. Refined featured achievable only through centuries of good breeding, clothes of good quality, obviously expensive, but worn with a slight dismissive air, and new. The black locks she had inherited, and the sparkling green eyes. Her build, her posture, everything.

She could see it in his gaze, that he was analyzing her, weighting her, judging her even.

"And you are?"

"Henri Black. It is just after twelve, so I assume you haven't eaten yet?"

"You pay. Come John, seems like we might get a case." And with that he had put on a coat and a scarf and was halfway out the door.

Henri followed amused.

Heh, sorry for the cliffhanger, but the first part of the chapter was a bit boring, so i added a bit of the secod part. If i get tree reviews, I will update the second part today!

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