I have already written this story (kind of) but it didn't have a strong storyline. You were all liking it so much so I thought I'll do it again to make it better. This is just the introduction. I hope you like it sorry if you've already enjoyed the story from when I previously writ it but I promise this one will be better. I know what's going to happen now haha

Prologue- late September 1991

A man was hugging the shadows as he made his way down the alley, holding a bundle to his chest lightly like it was something precious to him. In the distance the sound of traffic and the buzz of voices as everyone returned home from their late nights out. The only lightness in the alley was the illumination of the half-moon, guiding the man on his pathway towards his destination.

The man himself was ragged looking with brown uneven hair, blue eyes that shone in the moonlight and glasses that he pushed up his nose. He was hunched over protecting the bundle in his arms, looking both where he was going and watching over the bundle.

A slight noise came from the bundle, like a baby waking up from a nap. Little hands appeared out of the bundle like it wanted to explore the word, to understand where they were going at such late hours at night.

Of course, the bundle was a baby, no older than a few weeks but clearly the man looked down on it like his own. Maybe it was his own; maybe it wasn't. He patted the baby's back in a comforting gesture as he continued down the alley coming towards the end, where a glow of street lights appeared.

The man sighed quietly realizing that his time with the baby was coming to an end, realizing that this was the last moment he and the baby would have together ever or not for a very long time. It pained him to do this, but he knew it was the right thing to do. It was what she wanted. He would do anything for her, anything now that she couldn't do anything for her daughter, and he wanted to protect the baby however he could.

He stopped realizing this was the only place they could say goodbye before he gave up the baby he saw as his daughter to the institute. A part of him wasn't sure if he could trust them with her, to accept her into their home with open arms.

A tear had escaped his eye and he wiped it away before saying his goodbyes. "Clary, our little Clary. We've come along way me and you. On the run together. I wish you wasn't welcomed to a life like this, I wish you could have a future that you deserve. With your mother and–" he choked not sure what to say. "Your going to be fine. Your going to be a good girl for the Lightwood's, they're not that bad once you get to know them. The Lightwood's are known to have an attitude, but they will be good parents to you." the words pained him to say. "I promise I will never leave you, I will always be there in the shadows watching from behind. Apart of your life but not in your life. One day we will meet again, until that day be brave Clary. Grow up to be your mother." He closed his eyes as he kissed her tiny forehead.

He had lost everything in these last few weeks, now he couldn't bear losing the one person he had left in the world. She was going to be in good hands, be raised well and raised as a Lightwood. It was a better title then the one she had currently, and the one the man hoped she would never have.

Opening his eyes he walked out of the dark of the alley and into the glow of the street. Crossing the road, he looked in all directions, afraid something will jump out of the shadows. He was so close to having Clary to safety.

The gates creaked as he opened them, pausing to check he wasn't being followed, then entering the grounds of the area. To any human eyes the grounds would be an old abandoned warehouse, but to the man the Gothic cathedral stood before him. The home of the Lightwood's: the New York Institute of Shadowhunters.

He climbed the steps quietly, afraid each noise would bring danger, before pausing at the wooden arched door. This was it. Looking down at his daughter one last time, before laying her next to the wooden door, making sure her skin didn't touch the cold stone. He pulled out a letter, tucking it in the blanket carefully, and pulled the summoning bell.

"Goodbye, my Clary." He whispered before retreating down the steps and back through the gates. He emerged back in the shadows, just in time to watch the institute door open, showing a glory of light in the dark night.

A women with raven black hair and blue eyes looked across the dark street, searching for the person who had summoned her. The man watched as her eyes fell upon Clary, shock appearing, before she bent down to pick her up. With one last look at the shadows, the women closed the door.

Hey I hoped you liked it please do tell me what you think about it. What's going to be different about it from the other one is that I will have more chapters of Jace and Clary growing up together from the age of 10. So you will see how their friendship grows and how they become parabatai. The next one has a really cute start, might be posted soon:)!

Oh yeah I need a Beta so if anyone is interested please do send a private message or in a review:)