A/N: this is my first ever fanfic! Yay! I seriously want to become a writer when I'm older (or even now. YOLO) and anything you guys have to say would be dearly appreciated. Also, if anyone seems a little OOC, then I apologise, now, oh yes, I don't own any of these amazing characters (disclaimer! That's the word!) and all credit goes toward Cassandra Clare, JK Rowling and Rick Riordan, thanks for being so inspiring!

out.

(Oh, btw, all of these are based after the series have finished, for instance, I'm going to assume that Clary, Jace and Isabelle survive and that Percy and Annabeth survive and whatever, but you know what? Why don't you comment? Yeah! You should do that!) Ok, where were we?

28/8/12: sorry about the whole thrid to first person thing, it's fixed now :)

Percy

Annabeth and I walked hand in hand along the path that led around the mall, with small squeezes of reassurances from either end. 1 squeeze, you still ok? Two squeezes, totally fine, not.

Chiron had told us where to meet up with the others, not that he would mention who these 'others' were, nor what exactly we were supposed to be looking for.

We stopped walking outside a posh looking botique, Annabeth snapping shut her phone and glancing nervously around to see if any monsters had pick up on her brief call.

"Soon," she promised, slipping her hand out of mine and instead placed her arm around my waist.

"Hm," was all I said, more annoyed at the lack of sleep I'd endured to make it to this place at eight in the morning than anything else.

We leaned against a banister and waited, making small conversation, but more enjoying the time we had together, the foreboding feeling causing us both to appreciate whatever time we had left.

Harry

"Reparo," I said, pointing my wand at the cracked bathroom. Ginny stood next to me, her wand pointing, well shaking really, at a crack that gaped along the bathroom floor.

She narrowed her eyes in concentration and didn't notice I was watching her until she was done.

When she noticed her spectator, she blinked and blushed slightly, her cheeks turning the colour of her hair.

She smiled but then sighed, catching her watch out of the corner of her eye and showing me the scratched face.

"We have to go now, don't we?" I asked, disappointed. It had been ages since Ginny and I had any time to speak and sort all of everything out.

"Yeah," she said, pushing her loose hair out of her eyes and pushing her wand into her belt.

We turned and started towards the door, only registering half the embarrassment I felt when I walked in, I mean seriously, it was a girls toilet, even though that whole affair should have ended after secound year, but still. Girls toilets and me don't really mix (in more ways than just that).

Jace

Clary turned her head up from where she had been working diligently on her drawing, having instructed me not to move, I'd done so for the past hour. I made a face at her and she grinned, her cheeks that would have once lit up like Christmas lights stayed their freckly selves. It disappointed me a little that she felt so comfortable in my presence, I mean, I was Jace. I was the guy that all the girls fawned over and then cried over. I was the guy to be crushed on but never, ever pursued.

"Alright," she said hesitantly, quickly brushing her pencil over a few more times, frowning and throwing her eyes out of focus. "I think I'm done."

"About time," I said haughtily, stretching a little, jumping up and then settling next to Clary who immediately shut the book, looking panic stricken.

"It's ok," I promised, a little insulted. "I won't laugh, promise."

She narrowed her eyes.

I put my hands over my heart. "Scouts honour. See, I really do swear." She laughed and opened it to her page, thrusting the pencilled mirror as if expecting me to shove it back.

It was so good, amazingly good. I mean, I'd seen people draw people as they see them just in front of them, and then there are people like Clary who draw people as they themselves see them, rather than make it public, make it private.

I could see my wings, and I could see the conflicting emotions on my face. I was looking off into the distance.

Probably at name tags, I thought bitterly. Wondering how they managed to get Wayland/Lightwood/Morgenstern/Herondale on a single one.

"What's wrong?" Clary asked, flustered. "Is something wrong? Uggh! I knew the wings were too much!" She fell back into her chair.

"No!" I half shouted. "No! Oh God, no. It's perfect Clary, it's just…"

"Too personal?" she asked. Typical Clary. Read me like a book.

A knock on the door interrupted us. Without waiting for an answer, Isabelle barged in, her heels clacking a rhythm on the floor.

"Hey!" I said indignantly. "I could've been naked!"

She rolled her eyes. "Clary was in here."

My silence caused yet another eye roll and Clary to finally turn that shade of red I'd always come to associate with her. I grinned and flopped down on my bed and bounced up once before settling.

"So what's up?" I asked, enjoying the knowledge that the awkward tension caused in the room was totally mine to claim.

Isabelle rolled her eyes, again. Jesus Christ, she'll have to get that checked out.

"It's time." I sat up quickly and looked at Clary, she looked at me with wary eyes, the red only just fading.

"Let's go," I said, grabbing my jacket.

well, there you have it. cya's!