THE WARLOCK'S SECRET

Magnus and Clary.

Magnus's PoV.

Sunlight flew out of Magnus Bane's crimson silk thin curtains, waking the warlock from his dreams. Morning light scattered here and there all over his dark purple bed covers, and his bloodline color carpet. He moaned and stretched his tattooed arms, and his stiff chest, waking himself from his deep sleep. He opened his catlike eyes, resting on a soft, warm pillow - his hair tussled messily over his forehead, shaken also in knots on his pillow. Magnus untangles his lengthy legs from his silky sheets, filled with sunlight warmth, and sits on the side of his bed, legs dangling. He plays with his dark black hair with his tanned skinned hands, breathing in the morning fresh air. The curtains blew wildly from each of the windows in his large bedroom, making small hairs on the back of Magnus's neck and back rise.

Magnus hears a small knock on the door of his three bedroom apartment, and he gets off his bed, carpet shaping at his small feet. His long pajama pants drag softly in the ground as he walks slowly to the banging door, leaving his chest bear. Magnus opens the plain door quietly with no expression on his face then, he sees her. Clarissa Fairchild - daughter of Jocelyn Fairchild and Valentine Morgenstern - though she didn't look as he knew her, she had grown and by now she would be about fifteen or sixteen years of age though, she was beautiful, with dark red long curls, delicate posture and face, pale, and large gorgeous green eyes, like her mothers. Clarissa was standing with three boys - one tall, muscular and slim with bronze blonde hair, gold heavy eyes and pale skin, one that was a little smaller and had rustled brown bed hair, big black glasses hiding his bushy eyebrows and dark black brown eyes and also one with the same posture as the first but, black hair and blue darting eyes and crooked smile- another girl - with long black silky hair, beautiful blue eyes and a glamorous look- all the small age though the boy with the short black hair and blue eyes did look a little more elder.

Magnus knew why they were there, he could tell by the marks of the forearms and collarbones, that they were Shadowhunters just like Jocelyn and the others which means, Clarissa knows.

"Magnus Bane?" Clarissa observed Magnus's bear chest with her glorious eyes.

"The High Warlock Of Brooklyn." Magnus said, clearing his throat, smiling.

"I'm Clary Fray." Clarissa pointed to her self. That must be her nickname she prefers, Magnus thought. "And this is Jace Wayland," She pointed to the bronze hair boy, leaning on the wall next to the door, giving a small wave.

"Alec and Isabelle Lightwood." Clarissa pointed to the two dark hair teenagers, looking awfully uncomfortable and out of place.

"And Simon Lewis," She then points to the slouching boy with the bed hair and glasses. She looks back at Magnus with now worried eyes, "We need your help."

Magnus shifts his weights and his cat eyes wonder to the five teens on his door step, looking tired and hungry. "Would like to come in?" Magnus gestures his hand to the inside of his apartment. Clarissa, Jace, Alec, Isabelle and Simon stubble through the door in a line, walking down the hallway, then, to the dining room. in silence. Magnus followed shutting the door, smirking.

Sighing, they all sit down at the wooden table in the dining room shaped like a large circle, though Magnus stood next to the window, leaning against the polished sill. They stared at him with worried, tired eyes, "What must be the problem?" Magnus asks them.

"I remember." Clarissa told Magnus.

"Remember?" Magnus echoed. She can't possibly remember, Magnus thought.

"I remember - remember you."

"I don't see how you need help with that. Unless you don't want to know me, then, still I can do anything about that." Magnus mutters, trying to advoid the truth.

"You're Magnus. You're ... a" Clarissa started to say,

"I'm a what?" Magnus interrupted her with a laugh, the rest of the audience, just stared at Magnus with a smirk.

"You're warlock." Clarissa said, spurting the words out like knives, stubbing into Magnus's stomach. Magnus got struck by the truth he didn't say anything.

"My mother Jocelyn made you take away my fears and memories every year. Though, you kept visiting me and my mom even when you didn't need to. You wrote to me, secretly, under the name Meow. I have been here, I remember, countless times when my mom thought I was in danger. I remember you protecting me from my nightmares I had, projecting happy dream into my mind, laying with me and hugging me when I was asleep." Magnus couldn't take anymore, he could see tear shredding from Clarissa eyes, dripping down her cheeks, though all Magnus could do was walk vastly out of the room with three simple strides and burst in to his need room, slamming the door behind him.

Magnus clasped down on his red soft carpet, back leaning on his plain bedroom door, knees up to his bear chest which was hammering quickly every panicked heartbeat. Magnus couldn't keep his breathing even, and his yellow-green cat eyes started to tear. Clary, Magnus thought. My Clary. He wiped his eyes, head leaning on wood of his door, chin up in the morning air. Becalmed himself down, and listened to the murmurs on the other side of the door.

"Clary, he isn't going to talk. You can't wait here forever for him to come out." A young male voice told Clary, sounding like they were on the other side of his bedroom door. "Come on, Clary, let's go."

"The only reason I came here is to know if, there was some else out there that actually cares about me. Obviously whoever this boy is to my past, he cared for me and now that Luke and Jocelyn are dead, and can't answer my questions, I need him to." Magnus stopped listening to the two talk, and starting thinking. Jocelyn is dead? But how? Who? And why? I know that Clary knows about the Shadowhunters, that pretty obvious, but I can't tell her anything. Though, I only left her and her mother so Clary can grow up and Jocelyn can have a daughter to love, I did love Clary. I wanted to protect, more than anything in the world and now, she is here in my apartment, on the other side of my bedroom door ready to know everything and anything.

Magnus knew what he had to do. He stood up from leaning on the door and opened it with a deep breathe. Magnus leaned his shoulder lightly on the frame of his door, looking at Clary of whom was crouched down on the tiles of the hallway, back leaning against the white wall, alone, staring at Magnus with sad, worried eyes. "You mother knew me. We were old friend of some sorts. She wanted to protect you from the memories of evil." Clary stood up, as Magnus began talk.

"She was a young retired ShadowHunter, starting to be a mother. So helpless, innocent, and beautiful. I wanted to help her." Magnus looked down at his bear feet and back at Clary, arms dangling at her sides, slouching, tears running down her flush cheeks.

"How old are you?" Clary struggled to say, voice chuckled up and pitchy.

"I have been Seventeen for 806 years."

"How long have you known me?" Clary asked Magnus, walking slowly closer to him, and a tear ran down his face in happiness to see her face once again.

"You were two years of age when I first saw you."

"When did you leave?" Clary said looking, anxious.

"When you were thirteen." Magnus choked up as she kept moving towards him.

"And - and why did you leave?"

Magnus hesitated.

"Please tell me, why." Clary pleaded.

"Because, you said you loved me and -" Magnus stuttered, eye filled with anger, relief, despise and he was so grateful to feel all this because through all of those feelings, he knew he felt love. Love for this young girl that he was so sad to let go and know he did have to. There was no one to stop him.

"And you loved me too." Clary finished Magnus's sentence.

Magnus nodded. "Jocelyn didn't approve of course. So, I left." He shrugged, eyes burning.

Clary started breaking out in tears, and ran to him, hugging her small arms around her his bear stomach, her ear leaning on his chest. His face rushed with heavy tears, and face fell to her top of her soft hair on the top of Clary's head, smelling like strawberry and ash. "I have no where to go, Magnus. I have no one left." Clary mumbled.

Heart broken by Clary's shredding good dreams that turned to dark and damaging nightmares, he offers, "You can stay here." and Clary tightens her hug around him, and looks up to his yellow shining cats eyes with crying green scarlette eyes.

"Thank you." She says to Magnus, stepping in her tip-toes, trying to reach Magnus's angel like face, she re-wraps he arms around his neck. Magnus looks at her with desiring eyes, leans slightly down to her fragile face. They lean in to each other, close, they can fell each other heartbeats pumping fast. Magnus wraps his muscular arms around Clary's waist, finally. Clary lightly brushes Magnus's lips gently, and Magnus kisses back more stronger. Clary gasped at the surprise and loosened her gasp on Magnus's neck, and releases her lips from his, them both smiling.

"I have been waiting for that for three years." Magnus whispered, moving a long strand of Clary's out of her face, though she was leaning close to him, warmly.

TO BE CONTINUED..

TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK. MAGNUS ISN'T BI-SEXUAL IN THIS, AND I THOUGHT WHAT WOULD IT BE LIKE IF MAGNUS AND CLARY WERE ACTUALLY AN 'ITEM'. AND I HAD TO WRITE ABOUT IT, OF COUSRE THIS IS JUST CHAPTER ONE AND SO I AM PLANNING TO WROTE SOME MORE. (PLEASE DON HATE ME)