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Also, a huge thanks to my beta, Mandy. Without her and our late night conversations about this fic, this would not nearly as fleshed out as it currently is. Thank you.

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"Oh, it feels so good to be going back to Hogwarts." Isabelle Lightwood sighed, sinking into a seat on the Hogwarts Express.

"Please," Jace Wayland, her adoptive brother, scoffed, "You're just excited to have boys trailing after you again."

"Wait, weren't you the one who was complaining about the lack of girls in our village?" Alec Lightwood questioned, taking a seat next to Jace. Isabelle shot her brother a glance, noticing his cool tone, but Alec refused to meet her eyes.

Jace ignored Alec's comment, "Why are you so excited, Iz? 5th year is hell. All the teachers assign a crazy amount of homework, trying to stress you out for your O.W.L.s."

"Yeah, but I can actually use magic. I've been waiting for the past 3 months for this day!"

"Izzy, you sounds like a first year." Alec teased.

"Says the boy who's been using magic constantly since he turned 17!"

"She has a point, you know." Jace agreed solemnly.

Isabelle settled back into her seat with a grin and let Alec and Jace's conversation drift over her. As much as she loved her parents and younger brother, going back to Hogwarts was a relief. Though she had missed being able to use magic, it wasn't why she was so relieved to be going back. The summer had taken its toll on the Lightwood family. Alec had become increasingly more moody and withdrawn while Jace had been spending less time in the house and more time in their village. Even her parents had seemed tense. Only Max, who was 9, seemed normal, constantly gabbering on about some book he was reading or his excitement to start Hogwarts in a few years. Isabelle hoped that things would be settled by the time Christmas holiday came around.

"I do wonder, though, who the new Potions Professor will be." Jace was saying to Alec when Isabelle tuned back into the conversation.

"Wait, Professor Nightshade isn't teaching anymore?" Isabelle interjected. While other subjects such as Transfiguration or Charms came easily to her, Potions was a class Isabelle constantly struggled with. Her first few weeks at Hogwarts, Isabelle had struggled with even the most basic potions. Professor Nightshade had taken pity on the first year and spent two nights a week giving her extra extra. Those lessons were the only reason Isabelle had passed the last 4 years of Potions.

"Izzy, that was announced at the end of the year feast, last term." Alec said, giving her an incredulous look, "Did you really not hear Headmaster Branwell's speech about it?"

She shrugged, "Guess not. I think Aline and I were planning an end of the year celebration during Branwell's speech."

"Ah, I remember that party!" Jace smirked, "Kaelie and I got to know each other very well."

"Gross, I did not want to know that," Isabelle grimaced, "So, have you heard any rumors about who it might be? Or what they'll be like?"

" No. But, Headmaster Branwell wouldn't pick a bad teacher." Alec mused.

"I guess we'll just have to see."


Simon Lewis sat back in his seat, popping a Bertie Botts bean in his mouth, listening to his best friend, Clary Fray, list all the things that she was excited about for this year. He knew Clary felt much more comfortable at Hogwarts than she did at home. As much as she loved her mother, Simon knew that she was happier when she was learning about magic and how to wield her powers.

"Clary," he interrupted, "Is there anything you're not excited for?"

She thought for a moment, her green eyes shining, "Maybe the O.W.L.s? But, even that sounds more exciting than muggle exams."

Simon gazed at Clary while she continued on about what she hoped would happen this year. The two of them had lived in the same muggle town and have been friends for as long he could remember. Over the years, Simon became more and more aware of how his heart pounded every time he saw her and how Clary seemed to get more beautiful with each passing day. When he received his Hogwarts letter, the first thing he felt after joy was disappointment- Clary wouldn't be able to come with him, and he'd be resigned to seeing her solely in the summer and during holidays. His fear was short lived though, as Clary came running down their street, Hogwarts letter in hand, not ten minutes later. Despite being sorted into different Houses, the two remained the best of friends and Simon's feelings still grew. But he had a plan. This was the year he was going to tell her of his feelings...eventually.

"Simon?" Clary looked at him, her eyes brimming with concern, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, sorry." He said giving her a reassuring smile, "I must have spaced out. What were you saying?"

"I was saying how-" Clary became distracted by something outside of their compartment. Or rather, someone, Simon noted when he followed her gaze. Jace Wayland had walked by, listening to something Kaelie Fey was animatedly saying. Simon glanced back at Clary and scowled at admiration on her face. Jace was a year older than them and had fascinated Clary since her first year. She claimed that she only was interested in him for 'artistic purposes'- because she thought he'd be a challenge to draw, an angel out of the Sistine Chapel,, but Simon knew better. He knew that Clary found him attractive, but she and Jace had never talked, which guiltily pleased Simon.

"Clary?" Simon called, regaining her attention.

"Sorry." She squeaked, her cheeks flushing, "I was saying how this year is probably going to be really difficult, and I wanted to know if you'd be able to help me with Transfiguration this year."

"Yeah, of course." Simon and Clary fell back into a normal conversation, but Simon couldn't help but notice that Clary had kept an eye on the door for the rest of the ride.


Watching Alec and Isabelle make their way to the Slytherin table was always the hardest part about the first feast of the year. When he was a first year, he had been enchanted with the idea that he and Alec would be in the same house together. He saw Alec's face drop when the Sorting Hat had called out "Gryffindor" and imagined his face must have looked equally grim.

The next year was Isabelle's first year, and Jace found himself hoping that she'd either be put in Gryffindor with him or in Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw. However, Isabelle was placed in Slytherin with Alec. And it wasn't as though Jace didn't have plenty of his own friends or not like being a Gryffindor. That wasn't the case. He just missed being with his siblings. And coming back from summer holiday, where the three of them ate almost every meal together, the first feast was always bittersweet.

Jace sat himself down at the Gryffindor table, too preoccupied with his thoughts to pay attention to who he sat next to. When he looked around, he saw that he was seated across from Maia Roberts, a Beater on the Gryffindor Quidditch team, and a small redheaded girl that he vaguely recognized from the Common Room.

"So, Maia," Jace began, ignoring the Sorting Hat's opening song, "Think you'll be able to bring some of your magic to the field without Jordan this year?"

Maia's face hardened and threw Jace a disgusted look before she stood up and found a new seat further down the table. Jace tried to figure out what he had said wrong- it was no secret to anyone that Jordan Kyle and Maia were dating. Especially to those who had been on the team with them last year. The two of them had been incredible Beater partners, easily the best in the school.

"It wasn't anything you said," The little redheaded girl said, her eyes following Maia. She frowned. "She had a really difficult summer."

"Of course she did- she didn't get to see my face everyday."
She turned to stare at him with an incredulous look on her face, "Somehow, I think she managed without seeing it."

He smirked, "I've heard otherwise. I'm sure the only reason you survived this summer was because we had never talked before." When she didn't reply, he stuck out his hand, "Jace Wayland."

"Clary Fray," She replied, shaking his hand.

"Besides," Jace couldn't help but add, "it's not your fault that you didn't know me. You're probably, what? A second or third year? It makes sense that our paths never crossed."
Clary recoiled sharply, letting his hand drop., "I'm a fifth year!"

Jace bit back a laugh, "Forgive me. I don't quite recall seeing you and you are...small."

Clary scowled but did not reply. His attention was almost entirely back to the Sorting when he heard, "And I did know who you were."

"Oh, did you?" He smirked lazily at her, focusing his attention on her again.

She rolled her eyes but responded, "Through Quidditch. You scored the most points for our team last year."

"Big Quidditch fan, are you?"

Her eyes lit up and a small smile graced her face, "I love it."

"Are you planning in trying out for the team?" When she nodded, he leaned forward and asked, "What position?" He was honestly curious as he took in her small frame with a critical eye.

The sorting just ended as Headmaster Branwell stood to make her Welcome Back speech, but Jace was focused entirely on Clary as she grinned, her cheeks dimpling, and said, "Seeker.".


Alec only half listened to Headmaster Branwell's speech. The other half of his attention was preoccupied by keeping an eye on his little sister. She and Aline Penhallow had their heads together, ignoring the speech as usual. The two of them were infamous for throwing parties and Alec wouldn't put it past them to figure out a way to host one tonight.

"And now," Headmaster Branwell's voice cut into Alec's thoughts, "I'd like to introduce our new potions professor, Professor Bane."

Alec sucked in a breath as the new Professor stood. Professor Bane wore a teal velvet cloak, standing out from the deeper colors of the other professors cloaks. He had smooth, tan skin, and even from where Alec sat, he could see his bright green eyes. When he smiled at all the students, Alec's heart unexpectedly skipped a beat.

Whatever Headmaster Branwell said after that, Alec didn't hear. He was captivated by the new professor. Alec watched as he leaned over and murmured something to Professor Gray, who in turn, giggled and quietly replied.

He tore his gaze back to Isabelle when he felt a quick kick in his shins. "What?"

She leaned across the table and said, "You were staring."

A hot flush colored Alec's cheeks. Isabelle was the only one who knew about his sexuality, and Alec planned on keeping it that way. His family was very traditional and didn't approve of "that lifestyle". If there was one thing Alec was terrified of, it was disappointing his parents.

Pulling himself out of his thoughts, Alec began to help himself to the food that had just appeared on the table.

"So, I'm thinking that we should do the party tomorrow," Aline explained, "Everyone will just want to unpack and destress from the train ride."

"We'd also get more time to spread the word if we do it tomorrow."

"You're going to host the party the first day of classes?" Alec raised his eyebrows.

Isabelle narrowed her eyes, "Yes. It'll be a nice way to welcome in the school year."

"What about homework? Now that you're 5th years, I wouldn't put it past our teachers to give you work on the first day back. Especially Professor Starkweather."

Aline sipped her pumpkin juice, "Then we work on it during dinner or before the party. Lighten up, Alec."

"It's one party, Alec. We'll be fine. And, even if you don't approve, Aline and I will just throw it anyway."

Alec sighed, "I know. That's what worries me. But, if you need me to, I will help you set up and get it ready."

Isabelle and Aline both grinned at him and went back to planning excitedly. Alec, for the remainder of dinner, while unpacking and even as he went to bed couldn't help but think about those bright green eyes.