Magnus felt a pair of eyes watching him as he sat with his back turned towards the crowd. He didn't acknowledge the person. This way he had the advantage, they didn't know that he knew they were there. He smelt angel blood. Pure, not like his. Whoever this person was, they had a large amount of angelic power which made him feel uneasy. This was most likely a Shadowhunter. A Nephilim. Magnus never consorted with Nephilim. Not since the Whitelaws. He flinched as he thought of that day. So much death. It would haunt him forever.

Just as the person came up behind him, Magnus quickly flicked his wrist and he vanished. He found himself at the other end of the bar against the wall, staring directly at the barstool where he had until recently, been seated. He could see the person now. A boy, muscular, with blonde hair. Ruins decorated his arms and chest and in his right hand he wielded a seraph blade. It had been a good while since Magnus had seen one of those. A Shadowhunter. The boys eyes were wide with shock, but he wasn't scared. A look of annoyance spread across his face as he turned around and quickly signalled to someone behind him.

When he walked out of view Magnus made himself scarce, he quickly made his way to the back door of the bar and walked out into the night. He knew they were there even before he turned the corner. Their hearts thudded steadily in their chests, the banging rung loudly in his head and for the millionth time Magnus wished that his senses weren't so heightened. All Nephilim's hearts beat like mundanes. That's what makes them so human. Magnus on the other hand was lucky if his heart beat about once a month, it was useless, but if he didn't have it then he would be literally 'heartless' and that just sounds pathetic when you say it out loud.

"I can hear you", he said, loudly and confidently. "All five of you to be exact".

There was a slight shuffling of feet on the ground before Magnus heard one of them mutter under their breath.

"Well shit"

"Oh my God Simon! Really?

"I told you we shouldn't have brought the mundie with us"

"Not now Jace!"

"You guys know he can literally hear you arguing like a bunch of teenagers, right?"

"Last time I checked, we were teenagers Alec"

"Well why don't you act your age then?"

Slightly amused and fed up with the ongoing quarrel Magnus decided to step out into the open. They all fell silent as they saw him, their mouths falling slightly open. After a few moments of silence Magnus raised an eyebrow.

"Are you done?"

The blonde haired boy from earlier cleared his throat and stepped forward. From the look of things he was clearly the leader of this group. Before he spoke Magnus glanced at the others behind him. To his surprise he noticed that two of them were mundanes. One being a familiar face, Clarissa Fairchild. What was she doing here? Before Magnus got to answer his own question he noticed the boy holding tightly onto her hand. He had brown curly hair and he wore a pair of glasses. Underneath them Magnus could see the fear in his eyes. 'This must all be new to him' he thought. Standing next to the mundane was another Shadowhunter. A girl. She was beautiful, angelic with dark features. She had long black hair that flowed in curls down her back. Her eyes matched the colour of her hair, they were dark and mysterious. She really was a true beauty and she was sure of herself too. She stood tall and proud and in her right hand she held a dangerous looking whip. 'No need for that' Magnus thought to himself. Before he got to search for the other person the blonde haired boy spoke.

"Your Magnus Bane I presume?"

The boys words made Magnus feel unnerved. Not many people knew what Magnus looked like but nearly everyone knew the name. I suppose when your parents are kind of important that usually happens. Some only thought that he was a myth. Surely someone with that amount of power couldn't exist? But they were mistaken. Magnus was most definitely real and now the Nephilim knew where he was. 'This night is turning out to be rather eventful' he thought to himself.

"You presume? Well you seem pretty sure of yourself so do you presume or do you know?"

The arrogance in Magnus's voice clearly pissed off the blondie, his eyes narrowed and his mouth pressed together. He clearly wasn't in the mood for any shit.

"We've been trying to find you for a while, it proved rather difficult"

"How surprising"

The sarcasm in Magnus's voice hung in the air between them and suddenly the conversation became very awkward. Fed up off the silence, Magnus spoke again.

"Cut to the chase, What do you want Nephilim? I'm guessing its important. I hope it's worth your while cause whatever it is, it's gonna cost you"

To Magnus's surprise Clary stepped forward, clearly nervous but nevertheless she answered his question.

"My memories", Clarissa said quietly. "I know you have them, my Mum paid you to take them away, to conceal my mind from this world. I need you to give them back to me, all of them".

"She didn't pay me", Magnus said clearly. "I did it because she did something for me"

Confusion spread across the Shadowhunter's faces.

"What did she do for you?", Clarissa asked. Her eyes showing her eagerness to know the answer.

"Is it not obvious? She took the Mortal Cup from Valentine. She prevented what would have been a war, she protected us Downworlders. Something you Nephilim are usually incapable of doing"

"Were", a voice said. "Were usually incapable of doing"

The voice belonged to fifth body that Magnus had not yet seen. His eyes quickly found the voices owner and as soon as he layed eyes on him all thoughts and emotions drifted away. He looked like a shadow. Dark yet beautiful. His jet black hair hung down on his face in an attempt to hide the ocean blue eyes that poked through and lit it up. He was taller than the blonde haired one and in Magnus's eyes much more handsome. He had hung towards the back of the group, but why? In an attempt to not be noticed.'When you look like that it's damn near impossible to not be noticed' Magnus thought to himself. As he began to contemplate more about him an image crossed quickly over his mind. Not even for a full second but it was long enough for Magnus to return to himself.

"The times have changed", the blue eyed boy said. "Most Nephilim consider what was done all those years ago to be unforgivable, including us"

Magnus looked into his eyes. They were so beautiful. It was like the ocean was trapped inside of them. He quickly turned away and spoke quickly, his voice harsh"

"I don't have the memories, not anymore. Jocelyn made sure that I had them destroyed."

He paused briefly before he spoke again, swallowing the lump that had formed in his throat.

Don't come to me again. I can't help you. If you do you will regret everything you've ever done."

And with that Magnus turned swiftly on his heel and walked away from the group. When he heard the oncoming footsteps behind him he flicked his wrist again and vanished into the thin air. Leaving four of the group and shock and the fifth in disappointment. When he stepped through the doors of his apartment Magnus found himself heading to the spare room and opening the box that stood on the coffee table. When he lifted the box a rectangular dust shape was lift on the table. Magnus sighed as he looked through all the photos of his past. That night all the memories he had bundled away came running back to him. His times with Catarina and Ragnor. Will and Tess. Letting these emotions run free lifted a weight of his chest that Magnus hadn't even realised was there in the first place. How could a stranger cause him to emit all these emotions? A Shadowhunter. Magnus made a note in his mind to thank the blue eyed boy one day. If he ever got to see him again. He wouldn't admit so but secretly he hoped he would.