Grace was doing a basic routine to check the defenses of the school when she found it. Perhaps it was because of the new addition of the Fall Maiden's powers, or it could have been fate.

But she found a Rift that lead into a place she had only heard of through Regulus' descriptions of it.

Diagon Alley, straight into Gringotts.

She immediately contacted Regulus and Ozpin. If this was a Rift, then they'd need to find out how to secure it and see if it was a two-way street.

Regulus, once he saw what she had found, held his breath.

"It's a Rift. An unstable one, but a Rift all the same."

Grace could feel her magic reach out to it. She was following more on instinct than knowledge as she took Storm's Embrace and used it like a focus. Her eyes were already displaying the usual signs of an Active Maiden using their magic.

Ozpin went to ask what she was doing, but Regulus shut him up before he said a word. This was the Old Magic, from back when most of it was done without the structure of wands.

With movements much like a dance, Grace used her magic to stabilize and solidify the Rift. The fractures around the rift started to form a stable portal, until with a snap, an active doorway was created.

Grace fell to one knee, gasping from exhaustion. Her Rogue Semblance memorized the 'feel' of the portal to the point she knew she could create one with a bit of time to charge up the necessary magical cost.

"Sleep, little sorceress," said Regulus. She passed out in his arms.

"What do we do about...this?" asked Ozpin looking at the portal with concern. Regulus looked around, before creating a fake boulder and a magic suppressing seal on it.

"That should hold it, so long as no one comes this far into the forest anytime soon with active magic. I'll test the portal later...if I'm right we can visit Earth and set a lot of things straight, and possibly help get that stupid communications tech up in the sky for once."

If there was one thing that annoyed him, it was the crappy signal strength because the damn Grimm kept targeting the relay towers in the rural areas. The only reason they didn't have an orbiting system was because Dust stopped working once it left the atmosphere. Magic didn't have that limitation, or if it did, he knew that it could at least be programmed to 'launch' the relays past the atmosphere. It was much more versatile than Dust-enhanced technology.

Besides, his mother might not have approved of it, but Regulus was perfectly aware that muggles had been in space before and survived. Ergo they had the means and knowledge to get the relays up in orbit. They just needed to adjust a few things to run on magic.

The return of the two Blacks to Earth was not met with fanfare, which suited them both just fine. Regulus hated crowds, and Grace had no patience for false adulation.

But the second they entered the bank (very early in the morning on Earth, one must add) all sorts of shrill alarms went off, and the goblins were quick to shuffle the few brave early risers out of the bank before moving Grace and Regulus firmly into the inner reaches.

"Well this is new," said Regulus dryly.

The goblin glared at him.

A much older, far more important goblin entered and gave both of them a foul look. Likely for dragging him away from his breakfast or waking him up in general.

"I don't know how you two set off those particular alarms, but if this is some sort of scam to get into those vaults you'll be in for a much worse punishment than we normally give to thieves."

Grace's expression went from distantly pleasant to the same one she had when dealing with Ironwood.

It was her "I don't particularly like you, nor do I expect to get along with you, but for the sake of this meeting I'll be civil and not attempt to strangle you."

It was the same one she intended to use if she ever met Weiss' father in person. She could get along amicably well with Winter, but the head of the Schnee family would never get a warm welcome from her.

The goblins seemed to pick up on her civil, if somewhat frosty expression and oddly enough seemed to relax around it. How strange.

"I have no idea what you're talking about. I only brought her here to claim the vaults I know belong to her by birthright and conquest, not bother to steal from you. If I wanted to be that suicidal I wouldn't have brought her to Gringotts so damn early and alerted the press to our coming," said Regulus flatly.

"Name?"

"Regulus Black."

"Regulus Black was declared dead over a decade ago," said the goblin curtly.

"I can prove it, unless you wish to barter this for a blood inquiry," said Regulus flatly.

He pulled out a very low-grade Dust crystal, one that was meant for small children to learn how to use Dust properly.

The goblin stared at it.

"That will be more than sufficient for payment into a blood inquiry," said the goblin with a shaky voice.

Well this certainly opened up new avenues for gouging the Goblins out of some gold if they refused to cooperate...or better yet the Ministry.

Within a few moments, both Grace and Regulus took similar tests on their bloodline. Needless to say it was nice for Regulus to have his suspicions about her heritage firmly confirmed once and for all.

Even if she refused to go by anything other than Grace Goodwitch.

She also several vaults Regulus had no idea even existed.

"Let me get this straight. Some asshole spreads the word about how she 'defeated' that idiot Voldemort as an infant and now they're paying her tribute yearly because of it? And not one of the Family bothered to inquire on her living conditions or her placement?" said Regulus with horrified incredulity.

No way in hell should the heiress of the Black family have been left with those damn muggles. Half-blood or not, the fact Sirius firmly shifted the title of heir to his goddaughter/cousin right down to the damn paperwork being filed, should have meant that he older members of the Family track the girl down so she knew how to shoulder the responsibility as the future head of the Ancient and Noble House of Black.

And that wasn't getting into the fact that most of the people in Magical England were damn sheep. Someone should have checked in on her long before she ended up in Remnant in the first place!

The more he heard, the angrier he became. Not only had the Ministry regularly tried to claim the vaults by claiming that the girl had been rendered a "squib" because of her actions (they were mostly basing it on the fact that even though a letter was written out for her five years ago, she never came to Hogwarts or appeared to claim her vaults), but he saw clear attempts by Headmaster Dumbledore in trying to locate her by force.

And that was before he found out about his elder brother's false imprisonment because of Peter Pettigrew, who Regulus knew damn well was a Death Eater like he used to be.

Thank Oum for Dust-powered tattoo removal. It had hurt like a bitch, but it had completely destroyed the tacky tattoo to the point the spells were ruined.

"What about these vaults?" asked Grace, changing the subject smoothly.

"These are the inheritances left to anyone who bears the mark of Nimue. While you have an incomplete inheritance, the fact you have any of it at all suggests you may be qualified. There are rituals you can enact to properly claim it, though they were banned by the Ministry."

"I don't care, we'll pay whatever is necessary to have the requirements filled to use it. The one who has the rest of it used line theft to take it by force," said Regulus flatly.

"...In that case we'll give you a discount."

Goblins hated the idea of Line Theft. It made their accounting more difficult than it needed to be.

It would take several hours and a lot of headaches as Regulus went through the process of freeing up Grace from Dumbledore's pitiful attempts to reclaim her.

Regulus had already warned her about Voldemort's lies, so the only real threat she had to deal with was the political mechanations of the Ministry and the old man who acted as the 'shepherd' of the sheep people. And no, he wasn't being insulting to the sheep faunus.

Most of the magical community acted more like sheep than the sheep faunus did on their worst days!

It would be late into the next morning when they were finally able to return, and Regulus quickly discovered one fact that was somewhat unsettling to him.

Even though he could now come back to his home country if he wanted, he found that he disliked it too much to do so. The sheer amount of backstabbing and bullshit they had to deal with was ridiculous. At least in Remnant he was free to be his own person without the stigma of being from Hogwarts to haunt him. They didn't care if he was a Slytherin, or a former Death Eater. He was a Hunter and that was all that mattered.

It was a rather sobering revelation that he considered Remnant his home before he considered England.

At least he was able to free Kreacher from the stupidity of his older brother. The sheer amount of damage his mother did to the loyal elf was staggering, and Sirius had never liked him to begin with. Kreacher was practically sobbing with relief learning he was alive, and that he still wanted the elf around.

Finding out that the necklace had not been destroyed...though not through lack of trying...was annoying. Learning Dumbledore had taken over Grimmauld place really pissed him off.

If he wanted to deal with the shitstorm that would come of evicting the Order from his home, he would have done it in a heart beat.

Instead he settled on the Slytherin method of being a complete bastard. In other words he locked his brother and anyone with Black blood inside the ancient house and kicked everyone who didn't have it onto the streets by having Grace activate the war wards.

That ought to piss the old man off and confuse everyone.

Let it never be said Regulus wasn't above a good prank.

In Beacon...

"Well?"

"I am never complaining about the stupidity of the Council again," said Grace with a groan.

Ozpin winced.

"That bad?"

"Worse. There sheer amount of paperwork I had to go through to make it very clear I have no intention of being their puppet and freeing up my bank accounts was horrifying. And then came the registration as a 'sorceress' and having to memorize a list of things I need to do to forcibly reclaim the power stolen from Amber, and the less said about how much back log in accounting I'm going to have to do to straighten out my bank accounts because of illegal withdrawals the better," groaned Grace.

She was so shoving that onto Stitch, who happened to like math.

Ozpin was halfway through a sip before he choked.

"Wait, did you just say that you have a way of forcibly reclaiming the Fall Maiden's powers?" he repeated in disbelief.

"Apparently what happened to Amber qualifies as 'Line Theft', since it wasn't done normally. Ergo the magic that the Maiden carries can be reclaimed via a ritual that has to be done on the full moon with a list of ingredients and the hope that the old magic will acknowledge theft has occurred and return it to the one who's supposed to have it. Since Amber transferred what was left of her power into me before she died, which is the proper way of acquiring it, that means whoever stole it is going to be in for a very nasty shock soon," said Grace.

"...I'll help Stitch sort out your bank accounts to a more manageable level, you get ready to reclaim the title of the Fall Maiden. The sooner it's out of the hands of Amber's attacker, the better off we'll all be in the long run," said Ozpin, his voice dead serious. This wasn't the laid back headmaster of Beacon, this was the voice of the man he had been before taking the post.

This was the voice of a senior Hunter who wasn't afraid to get his hands dirty if it meant doing what needed to be done. The man Ironwood respected as a commander.

Grace nodded, but planned on getting a much needed nap in first.

She was going to need all the energy she had if she wanted to do this properly.

Cinder Fall had a bad feeling, but could not place what it was. It had started recently, and every instinct in her was screaming that there was something big about to happen that would not be beneficial to the plan in the least. Far from it.

And the worst part was that the event would affect her the most, and not in a good way.

It was the 'full' moon, or as close as it got on Remnant. It started with a weird tugging sensation she thought was her period starting. But then it became a painful, ripping sensation somewhere in her stomach and chest.

Cinder nearly collapsed onto the table, and she heard her lackeys cry out in surprise. Emerald was the only one that showed actual concern. Mercury was more interested in what she could give him, and only followed her because she could kill him at any time.

The pain was excruciating. Worse than anything she had ever felt.

With a loud cry, she almost passed out from it.

"Cinder!" said Emerald, staring at her in horrified shock.

After what felt like several hours (but was in fact only half an hour) the pain slowly abated, but did not dissipate. Instead it lingered. Oddly, there was a sharp twinge in her back and several other areas and her face felt like it had taken a nasty fall on the pavement in certain areas.

It wasn't until she looked in the mirror and her eyes focused that she realized something.

Her face looked exactly like the previous Fall Maiden's did after she attacked her. And now that she thought about it, the pain in her body was consistent to what she remembered of their attacks on the woman.

Moving felt like a monumental task in itself, and when she reached for the Maiden's power, her eyes went wide open in horror and disbelief.

The power was gone. All that was left was a sinister void and merely brushing up against it sent sharp shocks into her Aura. Almost like a warning.

"What's going on?" asked Mercury.

"The Maiden's power is gone."

"What."

Cinder grimaced. There was no way the protectors of the Maidens would ignore her new look. In fact it was practically a signal flare she was in on the attack on the Fall Maiden.

Outside Beacon Academy...

Grace felt a surge of magic hit her like a giant Nevermore. It wasn't pain, nor was it pleasure, but a sense of power. It felt like she was becoming complete, as if a piece of her was returning to it's rightful place.

Qrow, Ozpin, her mother Glynda, Ironwood, Penny, Winter and Regulus watched in silence as she forcibly reclaimed the part of the Fall Maiden's power that had been stolen.

Under normal circumstances, Winter wouldn't have been sworn in on this particular secret. However they had needed a seventh person to stand in the circle for the maximum effect and Ironwood trusted her more than anyone else he brought with him.

Regulus was just amazed Penny counted, since she wasn't actually alive in the normal sense.

Normally after a major ritual like this, the one using it would have collapsed. But Grace was positively brimming with energy now.

"I'm guessing it worked," said Qrow dryly.

"Whoever stole the power originally is going to be marked in an obvious way. We can track whoever did it through security cameras, if they don't try to erase the evidence first," said Regulus.

"Hence why I had Stitch recording every one leaving the academy grounds on a separate server. Even if they delete the original recordings they can't delete the copy. And if that fails, he can always use my scroll to take a picture with the camera," said Grace.

"Your eyes are still overflowing," said Regulus.

It was a harmless safety measure to insure that the Maiden didn't get killed from an oversurge of power. The power itself would 'bleed' out by the markings around her eyes and vent the excess.

Three hours later, they had faces to Amber's attackers.

"I knew they had something to do with it," said Grace darkly.

"Who is it?"

"Mercury and Emerald, the two people who were the last to enter when a friend of mine was murdered in his own shop."

"Legally there is nothing I can do to have them arrested," said Ozpin.

"But...?" said Qrow, knowing that tone in his voice.

"But nothing said I can't have the resident hacker ruin their day and send Hunters after them," said Ozpin.

"You mean that blue dog thing?" said Qrow.

"Not exactly."

Like iron filings to a magnet, everyone turned to look at Grace. She looked rather smug.

"I hate math, but I enjoy hacking," she said by way of explanation. More than a few bullies in Beacon found their personal scrolls hacked.

"I can think of a few things," said Grace smiling in a way that made the teachers in them wince.