Minerva bit her tongue as they entered the France Magical Bank. Lucius, Narcissa and Draco Malfoy were there and apparently waiting for an available accountant. Lucius glanced their way before turning his head in disdain. "I see Malfoy is not friendly with you," Jean inquired curiously. "With your position at his son's school, one would think differently."

"He is a blood supremacist," Minerva answered low enough only for him to hear her. "I am considered a halfblood, a blood traitor, and he would see me stripped of everything merely because my mother fell in love with a Muggle. I will not bow down to those that wish to harm others regardless of their blood status or any other staus placed on them."

"I see now," Jean said with disgust. "He follows that crazy Lord Voldemort then. How such a power-hungry maniac gathered so many old families I shall never understand! Shall we ruffle his feathers a bit as the muggles say?"

Minerva raised her eyebrows in suprise as she watched her father-in-law. He walked to a teller and held Arwen's emerald key high for all to see. "My grandchildren would like an escort to see the vault their mother left them please," he said in flawless French.

Minerva watched as all in the bank stopped and stared at the emerald key. It seemed it wasn't something everyone in France saw often. Gasps and mumbling broke out throughout the crowd once the emerald key was spotted. The dwarf at the counter looked up suprised but held his hand out for the emerald key. He inspected it carefully before requesting an accountant and a guard meet them. "Please follow me to our Grand Parlor," he requested. "We shall enjoy tea and biscuits while we wait for your accountant. This vault is dedicated to one of our most beloved customers and we shall treat her family with the same appreciation."

Jean and Minerva shared a look at that. How did Arwen become one of their most beloved customers? She glanced back to the Malfoys and smirked at the looks on their faces. Narcissa looked at them with a look of longing to have the same status. Lucius looked like he had swallowed a lemon just by the mere thought so-called halfbloods held a higher status at the bank than his family. Draco just looked on in shock.

"Certainly kind sir," Hermione said in perfect French. "Could you enlighten me on the gorgeous paintings I noticed in the meantime."

The dwarf smiled at Hermione with kindness. "Certainly," he answered. "It isn't often Wizarding kind notices dwarf artwork."

"Apparently most of them are blind fools," Robbie added. "These are wonderful."

The dwarf chuckled loudly at the comment before turning towards Jean Bellamy. "Lord Bellamy your grandchildren are pure magic and goodness at heart. Do them a favor and introduce them to all of the magical beings you are friendly with. I daresay they are more supportive than Lady Arwen was and arguably more prepared to help make changes our society needs. I daresay they inherit that from their other mother. Don't look so suprised, we have heard many stories of the formidable Minerva McGonagall and her willingness to help other magical beings."

"You have heard of me," questioned Minerva in suprise.

The dwarf smiled at her. "I sit on the magical beings council and your name has come up quite a lot. Hagrid has mentioned how you took him under your wing when his father died. Alma has mentioned how you helped her during a breeched birthed and saved her life. Twilia has informed us of your added protection to the Forbidden Forest. She has seen you cast protection spells in an effort to keep the areas safe for the children of the Magical beings. Those are just the ones in Scotland, we have heard from others."

"I hadn't realized my actions had been noticed," she said. "I merely do those things to help, not receive praise."

"The council is aware of that as well," another dwarf said as they entered the Grand Parlor.

She tilted her head to the side studying the other dwarf. "I know you," she said puzzled. "I can't remember from where though."

The dwarf chuckled and nodded his head. "I told them you would break the memory charm eventually. Your mind is too strong for it."

"Who is them?" she inquired. "What memory charm?"

"The sirens," he informed her. "You saved an entire colony when you worked for the Magical Law Enforcement department. A group of wizards had enslaved them and were experimenting on them."

"My partner died on that mission," Minerva said as pieces of memories rushed to her. "They were torturing them. Oh Merlin, the bastards were raping the children."

"They were," he said sadly. "Your magic, unleashed, exploded from you, in your anger and you slaughtered every last wizard there. The sirens still speak of the impressive magic you cast that night."

"Unleased," Minerva asked.

"You only use half of the magic you have available to you," he answered matter-of-factly. "Twilia believes it is out of obligation to your father. He feared your magic and you tried to ease his mind unconsciously. You will need to mediate and practice if you wish to tap into that magic."

Minerva nodded as she turned her attention to her children and smiled in reassurance. "I shall work on it. Now can we discuss the vault Arwen left for the children?"

"Certainly," he answered. "This emerald key is to a cavern with three separate vaults. She insisted you all have your own vault." He pulsed his magic around the emerald key before it tore apart into three separate emerald keys. He handed a key to Minerva, Hermione and Robbie. "Do you wish to see them?" Everyone nodded. "Do you wish to allow the Bellamys to accompany you?" Everyone nodded again. "As you wish! Please follow me."

Minerva gasped as soon as they entered her vault. Paintings of her covered a section of the wall. Images of her happy, smiling, relaxing, sleeping were all there. "Arwen's paintings," she breathed. "I thought they were destroyed when the London flat caught fire."

"Arwen had a charm cast upon them to return to the vault if they were in danger of being destroyed," the dwarf answered. "She insisted these paintings were more valuable to her than any form of money. She spoke of her love for her wife a great deal."

"Arwen was a member of the Magical beings council," Minerva finally realized.

"She was," he answered with a grin. "Her dedication to equality among magical beings ensured she received an emerald vault. She gave so much to help our cause. When she was murdered, our council grieved for her and worked behind the scenes to protect her children."

"You had the wards installed on the house," Hermione asked. "And provided the falsified paperwork for the Grangers."

"We did," he admitted. "Arwen meant a great deal to us. We knew Minerva didn't need our protection but you did. We were happy to watch over you."

"Will you relay my thanks to the council for protecting my children," Minerva asked humbled by the protection they offered her children.

The dwarf nodded his head in response to the thoughtful witch in front of him. It was rare to meet such a lovely witch or wizard these day especially one so thoughtful to magical beings others thought below them. He showed the other two vaults to the group.