What if Clary, given anything to wish for, wished for something else?
What if…
Clary looked towards the boy, his body slumped on the ground, lying there motionless. So many had died because of Valentine, it wasn't fair. She wanted to fix things, make them right.
Turning back towards the brilliant angel Raziel, she nodded her head. "You know what I want."
A flash of white light hit her face, blinding her eyes with its intensity. She found herself able to move and she rubbed her eyes back into action. When she opened them she was not surprised. The familiar hulking building of the institute and the orange sky of noon greeted her. She knew what she had to do.
Moving swiftly she approached the crowd of faces unnoticed, she was not wearing a glamour, the disguise she had was something much stronger, something that only an angel could conjure up. Her heart gave a wrench when she caught sight of him but she was going to help him later. For now she had to focus on Madeleine.
The white haired woman stood with the others, waiting for the portal to open. Clary walked to stand behind her, ready for what was coming up. It did not take long, she caught sight of the forsaken, big, ugly and dangerous. It came towards Madeleine but she was quick, she swerved the woman away from the creatures attack and flung her towards the open portal watching as she disappeared, a look of shock and surprise apparent on her face.
Clary then felt herself shifting, moving away from the scene, "No" she choked out, eyeing Simon as a huge double-bladed axe swung into his back. But her plea went unanswered, she saw his eyes close as her vision blurred. But it was okay, she'd see him again.
The next scene was familiar to her, Ragnor Fell's cottage loomed into her view, smoke spouting images out of its chimney. This time, instead of feeling invisible and separate, Clary felt herself enter her own body. It stood beside Sebastian Verlac, well now to her knowledge—Jonathan Morgenstern—her brother. Anger started to bubble up in the pit of her stomach but she forced it down. She had to remain cool. Magnus Bane stood at the front door talking animatedly back to Jonathan. Clary knew what was coming next—Jonathan froze midsentence at the exact same moment Clary entered her body. She turned back towards Magnus and quickly whispered a "Thank you."
Magnus's face appeared confused. "Why? Do you want to use him as a coat hanger slash hat stand too?" Clary responded with a quick shake of her head. "Leave him like that, I'll be back." She entered the cottage, searching for a weapon… something. She wanted to be the one to destroy the traitor. She spotted a sword hanging on a wall and went for it. As she came out the doorway, struggling with the heavy metal, Magnus's eyes widened. "Have you gone crazy?" Clary ignored him, lifting the sword high before letting it fall down hard on the boy's head, splitting his skull.
"Take that, dearest brother!" she screamed before carrying on in her destruction.