Hello Again

Summary

Clary was transferred from the New York institute to the Paris institute when she was 10. She has now moved back New York after 7 years. Everything is different and someone is looking for her for revenge.

Sorry that was so rubbish, I really hope you think the story is better. :/

This is my first chapter and I am new to Fanfiction, so I might mess up sometimes. Hope you enjoy!

Chapter One

As the seatbelt sign flashed above Clary's head, she'd never felt so relieved in her life. After 7 long hours of babies screaming and her nerves getting the better of her, she had finally arrived in New York. She hadn't been there since she was 10, after the Clave had forced her to move to Paris due to there being a shortage of young shadow hunters. Paris wasn't all that bad, somewhere inside her still wanted to be there but she was glad she was able to come home again. She missed everyone so much.

The forty-five minute taxi journey, which was only meant to be half an hour but the traffic was terrible, only made her nerves worse. Clary couldn't help but question if everyone at the New York institute would welcome her? Or even remember her? As she walked up the cracked steps up to the institute doors, the cold wind blew Clary's bright red hair across her face causing her to trip and hit her knee. She cried out in pain and tried to put little pressure on her leg as she leaned forward and knocked loudly three times on the old wooden doors, after a moment the doors creaked open and standing in front of her was a tall male with dark hair and sea blue eyes. "Hey Alec, remember me?"

" Clary!" Alec's face turned from shock to a smile as he stepped aside to let her in. "I wasn't expecting you so soon"

Clary returned his smile and limped through the threshold. "I couldn't wait another 2 months, I just missed my family to much." Concern showed in Alec's eyes as he looked down to see her knee. "Are you alright what happened?"

"Oh, I'm fine, I just tripped on the step." Clary replied as her face turned red.

"I will draw a iratze for you when we go up." He said taking her bags and walking towards the creaky elevators gate and yanking it open.

"How was your flight?" Alec asked as the elevator jerked upwards.

"It was alright, just tiring with the babies crying and no room to sleep."

"I know what you mean but imagine having to sit next to Jace on a long flight to china. He loves the sound of his own voice way too much." Both humour and irritation creeping into his voice.

Clary laughed. "That must have been torture." She had forgotten how annoying and sarcastic Jace Herondale could be. Living here in New York was going to be very eventful.

The elevator gates opened with protest as they stopped. Waiting for them was a tall girl with a slim waist and long dark hair. She was tapping her foot with her hands on her hips, her mouth a thin line. "Alec, your dinner is getting co…" Isabelle stopped midsentence as she saw Clary. Her face lit up to a grin as she dropped her arms and hugged Clary tight. "Clary! Your early, oh I've missed you so much." "How are you? What was Paris like? I bet there were some nice boys there."

"Okay, enough with the questions Iz. She only just got here." Alec said looking tired.

"Fine," She crossed her arms across her chest "I don't see what the problem is, I missed her."

"Its alright Izzy," Clary smiled "I've missed you too." Isabelle uncrossed her arms and hugged her again. They made there way down the hallway, Clary winced as she stepped on her leg.

"Are you alright?" Isabelle asked.

"Yeah, I just hurt my knee that's all."

Isabelle pulled out her stele and carefully drew an iratze on Clary's leg. The burning sensation felt familiar to Clary making her relax slightly.

"There you go, all better."

They carried on walking until they stopped by a room. "This is your room." Alec said opening the door and setting her bags down. Clary nodded and walked in. It was a simple room with a bed, nightstand, closet and a small bathroom. Isabelle helped her unpack her things with disapproval of how unfashionable her clothes were while Alec apparently went to eat his cold dinner. "Where is everyone else?" Clary asked, feeling a bit rude how she hadn't seen the others.

"Mom, dad and Max are away again doing business in Idris and I don't know where Jace is, probably thinking about himself somewhere."

"Jace is still the same then I take it."

"Hasn't changed a bit." she said annoyance dripping off each word. Isabelle got up and walked towards the door. "I'll let you get ready and then find me in the kitchen." She walked out with her hair flowing behind her.

Clary fell down onto her bed, relaxing into the clean sheets. Coming to the institute wasn't as bad as she thought at all; they hadn't forgotten her and instead had welcomed her with warm arms, so far that is. She still hadn't had her reunion with Maryse, Robert or Max and the one and only Jace Herondale. The last time she had seen Jace was when they were 10 years old and they were saying their goodbyes. Even then he managed to slip in some sarcastic remarks while everyone was upset about Clary leaving. He couldn't be any worse could he?

Could Jace be any worse? You will have to wait for the second chapter

I'm not sure when I will update depends how many reviews I get and if im busy. I really hope you like it!

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Rose