Hello everyone! this is my first non-harry potter fanfiction! I liked the idea of Clary growing up with Sebastian because it sounds really interesting! im sorry this chapter is short, but I wanted to add valentine's point of view. I will not be doing another Valentine POV unless I need to! I know in the books Clary's mother runs away before Clary is gone, but in this story I made it that Valentine knew about her. so I hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I do not own the mortal instruments.

Valentine was running from the burning building with his two children.

Jonathan Christopher and Clarissa Adele Morgenstern. Although Clarissa was an ok name, he'd rather Seraphina, but he had wanted Jocelyn to be happy.

He stopped running when he was sure that the forest surrounding him would cover him.

As he looked down at his children, Jonathan who was two and Clarissa who was just a few months old, were staring up at their father. He had kept their eyes away from what he had done. He was sure he would have nightmares himself of everything he did in the last couple of minutes.

But Jocelyn deserved it. She betrayed him! She didn't deserve to come back to a family after leaving him like she did.

After waiting a few minutes he saw Jocelyn run up to the burning building (it had gone up very quickly) and watched her scream and run into the burning building.

Satisfied, Valentine fled with his two children to start a new life.

5 YEARS LATER

Clarissa Morgenstern was training, by throwing knives at her desired target. Her father observed these trainings.

Although he was a bit harsh on his children, he still worried if they hurt themselves. Clarissa especially.

And it wasn't because he didn't think she could handle herself (she was the most ferocious five-year old he ever met), it was because she looked so much like her mother. Even after all these years, he still loved Jocelyn.

He watched as his daughter aimed a knife at her target, and hit it dead centre. She smirked at her accomplishment.

"Well done" congratulated Valentine.

Clarissa spun around smiling up at her father.

"Give me a real challenge" she said confidently.

"Now Clarissa, what have I told you about modesty?" said Valentine disapproving.

"A person without modesty is a person with more enemies."

"Good. Now wash up. It's almost lunch time."

"Yes father" said Clarissa turning to put the weapons away.

Valentine smirked. He taught her well.

He had given her a schedule. Most children her age would just be learning basics of being a shadowhunter. Of course most children didn't have as much angel blood like Clarissa.

She was to wake up at 7A.M. sharp, have breakfast, train, have lunch, study then have dinner and do whatever she wanted for the rest of the day.

Of course she always wanted to play with her brother who was currently doing his own training in the woods. He didn't know if he regretted turning his son into what he was, but it was too late now.

Clarissa was very talented. She was an excellent artist, even though she was five. And she had a way with runes that not even he understood. He had brought in an old friend who was an expert in runes to teach her how to control her talent. The angel blood he fed Jocelyn when she was pregnant had made Clarissa stronger, faster and given her this talent. He could not have been more proud.

The three of them were currently living in a surprisingly big cottage outside of Alicante. He couldn't risk people recognizing him, so he moved into the outskirts of his home. It gave his children plenty of space to run around without causing attraction and it was protected from downworlders.

Of course he sneaked away to see his 'other son'

Looking at his daughter as she ran past him, he smiled thankful that he was blessed with the best children.

Well that's the first chapter! I will be doing a Clary or Sebastian point of view next!

Please review and give me ideas on what you want me to include!

So till next time! ~maraudergirl68448