HEY! So this is not my first fanfic, but it's my first TMI fanfic. I read the series as they were released, but I just re read the whole thing before reading CoHF. I really liked the idea of Clary having growing up knowing she was a Shadowhunter, so I created this AU. I hope you really enjoy reading my story as much as I enjoy writing it.

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Clary was in her typical Thursday night kind of mood, and by mood I mean completely drunk. It wasn't an uncommon occurrence in the Fairchild household, in fact it was happening almost everyday now. Usually she would go out to Pandemonium with her best friend, Simon, but today she had actually gone alone. She had danced, and drank, and made out with an unbelievably hot Mundane, and now she found herself climbing the vine covered wall of their Brooklyn townhouse that led to her bedroom window.

Climbing that wall wasn't easy even when she was sober, but by now Clary had done it so many times that it was like walking through the front door and up the stairs to her room. She had made sure everyone was deep into their dreams before leaving. Her mom, Jocelyn, her stepfather, Luke, her brother, Sebastian, and all been asleep when she left, she had even made sure 4 year old Valentina wouldn't be there to tattle on her.

"Clarissa Adele Morgenstern Fairchild" she heard her mother's voice from below and nearly slipped off the ledge she was currently holding on to, "you get down here this instant".

"Crap" Clary murmured under her breath before following her mother's orders. She jumped down and stumbled on the landing, which sober Clary would never ever do, her balance was impeccable. Before she could take another step, Jocelyn was already in front of her arms crossed and frowning with disappointing. "Heeyyy" Clary began trying to keep her voice steady, "Mooom. What are you doing up?"

"I was about to ask you the same thing Clarissa" Clary knew her mother's different voices, and this was definitely one of the angrier ones. "What am I going to do with you?" Jocelyn lifted her hands to cover her face in desperation.

"How many weeks?" Clary crossed her arms and threw her head back annoyed. She knew this was a stupid move, but she wasn't on her best mind set right now.

"How many weeks?" Jocelyn lifted her face to stare down at her daughter, "How many weeks?! You really think I'm grounding you Clary. I already tried grounding you, and you don't listen. I took away your weapons privileges, and you go and get into a fight with a demon. I send you to your Aunts, and you runaway to Monte Carlos! Do you really think Im going to ground you? You're getting older Clary, and soon you'll become a full Shadowhunter, the Clave already thinks you should be in Idris, not here..."

Jocelyn continued patronizing Clary, but she was no longer listening. The world around her became blurry, her stomach turned, and her eyelids suddenly felt heavy over her eyes. She tried fighting the feeling, but before she could do anything about it, her torso jerked sideways and she found herself throwing up in the nearest shrub right before darkness sucked her in.


Sebastian couldn't help laugh at the sight of his little sister. She was currently lying on her bed still in last nights clothes, her makeup running down her face, and her fire red wavy hair messily covering half her face. If Clary knew he was there she'd have a meltdown, but he had to watch this. As soon as the clock hit 5, her alarm went off. Sebastian and Clary and training at the New York institute at 6:30 sharp, but something told Sebastian that was not happening today. He watched for a good minute, but Clary didn't move an inch as the alarm continued to torment the rest of the neighborhood.

"Clary" I said from the door, but that didn't work. "Clary" he said a little closer, but that didn't work either. "Clary!" He yelled in her ear and she finally stirred and hit him in the gut.

"Go away" she turned away as he regained his breath.

"We have training"

"Mmm" Clary groaned and continued to sleep.

"I mean it Clary" he crossed his arms just like his mother. Everyone always said Sebastian looked like their father, Valentine, and Clary looked like their mother, but sometimes it seemed to be the other way around. "Mom and Luke left early for a meeting in Alicante, and they left me in charge". He waited for her response, but she was no longer awake. "If you don't wake up I'm getting cold water".

"Do that and I'll cut you open like a pineapple" she muttered without moving.

He'd had it. In a matter of minutes he was back with a bucket of cold water which he poured all over her. Instantly, Clary jumped up with a low growl and reached for her nightstand. She was really going to cut him open like a pineapple, but her sword, Heosphoros, wasn't there. She turned to reach for another weapon, but nothing was there.

"What's wrong little sis?" Sebastian burst out laughing.

"Where the hell is all my stuff?" Clary stared wide eyed at the wall where various weapons usually hang, but now it was empty.

"Mom and Luke locked everything in their weapons room" he smiled cockily, "I know where the key is. So let's make a deal, you go to the Institute and train, and then I'll get your things out for you"

"Fine" she agreed through her gritted teeth before pushing Sebastian out of her room and closing the door.

It didn't take Clary long to get ready. First she jumped into the shower since she smelled strongly of booze and cigarettes, then she changed into her training gear and braided her hair into a high ponytail, and finally she grabbed an apple. The clock struck 6:40 and she was now officially late to training. She could have taken a cab or the subway, but there was no reason to piss off her mom even more by being late, so instead, she pulled out her stele and made her way to the Institute through a portal.

"Clary..." Callum Regalbrook muttered under his breath as he felt a soft breeze and a sudden presence behind him. Regalbrook was a tall man with dark brown hair and slim features, and he was the Institute's head instructor. "How many times do I have to tell you not to portal whenever you have to go somewhere?"

"At least once more" clary gave him a a fake smile before rolling her eyes and walking out of the library.

"I'm not kidding Clarissa" he followed her into the hallway, "the Clave doesn't think your training should take place here. They believe your special powers should be accessed in a more professional environment. Your mother has fought rigorously with them to keep you here, but they are watching your every move".

She walked into the training room and reached for a sword. The institute was filled with all the Shadowhunter children between ages 10-18 who lived in New York. It wasn't a lot of kids, but she didn't know every single one of them. Clary noticed a few heads turning when she walked into the room, Regalbrook trailing behind her, but most of the kids training were too preoccupied to notice. She didn't know most of the other students who were training, but the one thing she did realize was that this was Sebastian's friends.

As soon as she snatched the sword from the wall, the sword was already out of her hands.

"I don't believe you have training first period today" Regalbrook raised an eyebrow.

"Oh" Clary reached for another sword, "I don't. But training is so much more entertaining than History of Fallen Angels. Don't you agree?"

"Is there a problem?" Sebastian's voice lurked on Clarys back. She took in a deep breath, but kept her mouth shut.

"I was just about to tell Clary here that Sagebrand is waiting for her in his classroom" Regalbrook grinned in victory knowing if someone was getting Clary to do what she's told its Sebastian.

"That's great" Sebastian grinned as well, "I'll escort her there myself, with your permission of course".

"By all means" Regabrook agreed as Sebastian led Clary out of the training room.

"Mom wants you home straight after class" Sebastian said after a good minute of silence, "understood?". Clary nodded annoyed, but that clearly made him angrier, "understood!?".

"Yes!" She looked at him for a second before walking into her class. She loved her brother, but not when he acted like he was her father.

"Clarissa" Sagebrand exclaimed as she walked into the classroom, her boots clicking on the wooden floor, "so glad you could fit us into your busy busy schedule"

"I had to move some things around" clary smiled viciously, "but I managed to make some space and fit you in".

"Well then" Sagebrand said unaffected by Clary's disrespectful response, "let's not waste any of your precious time". Clary sank into her dark wooden desk in defeat as Sagebrand continued the lesson. "So, Lucifer ..."


After lunch, Clary finally had training. This had always been her favorite part of the day by far, and today they were forge battling. Once every few weeks, Wilddew, their main trainor, would make them one on one. If you lost the battle, you were disqualified, but if you won, you'd get to fight the next person in their year. Elle Sternwright was balancing in one of the high beams as she battled Joel Whitwind and Clary was starting to get bored. Ever since she had beaten every single one of her classmates, Wilddew had only let her fight the last battle. She realized that meant that she was too good for anyone else there, but it was also boring as hell to watch everyone fight while she just sat there waiting.

"Did you hear about Michael?" A girl she recognized from her brothers class said as she walked down the hall and past the training rooms large double doors.

"What about them?" Another girl spoke

"There was some demonic activity near the docks and Regalbrook sent Michael" the girl started as if she were gossiping about two people hooking up, "but he couldn't kill it". Clary wanted to step out into the hall, but Wilddew had his eyes on her.

"Is he alright?" The other girl asked amazed.

"He was in the infirmary" she first girl shrugged, "he had venom in his blood, but I heard he was doing fine now"

"What about the demon?" The second girl asked before Clary could.

"It's still lose" the first girl began saying before Clary interrupted.

"Michael's an idiot" she shook her head, "I bet he won't even graduate"

Both girls were now facing her, their arms crossed and clearly annoyed at Clary. "Michael is twice the Shadowhunter you will ever be".

"I bet I could kill it" clary smile cockily, " and I'm not even halfway through my 6th year"

"Have you ever even come face to face with a demon?" One of the girls stepped forwards. Clary's life hadn't exactly been like other kids her age. Most shadowhunters faced their first demon at the end of 6th year, but Clary had already faced a few demons. It had been and accident, and her father had been there to save her, but she had managed to stick a seraph blade through one of them. As much as she wanted to rub it in her face, she kept quite. It wasn't exactly a memory she wanted to share. "You haven't have you. Then I suggest you hurry back to your silly forge battle before you get yourself killed".

Both girls walked away laughing, but Clary didn't find that amusing at all. She might be a 6th year, but she was better than everyone else at the Institute, and she was going to prove it. She carefully sneaked in and out of the training room unnoticed with a couple of blades, and made her way out of the Institite.

It didn't take long for Clary to find the demon near the docks. It was a fairly large Dahak demon, and Clary was more than ready to take it on. The demon ran towards her and she dodged it with ease as she swung her seraph blade. It'd if deep into the demons back, but it still stood strong. It charged at her again, and this time she didn't dodge. Instead, she kept her footing and began dueling with the beast.

She felt as if this was her demon, and she was controlling it. She anticipated every move the demon made. It moved, she moved. It struck, she blocked. They were in perfect harmony. She couldn't believe how easy this was. She had two more years at the institute before becoming a full Shadowhunter, but she felt more that ready to be one. Her lips grew into a wicked smile as she forced the demon into a closed space where it couldn't run away. It was going great, but her overconfidence got the best of her.

With one swift move the demon knocked Clarys blade out of her hands and sent it flying towards the water. Worry grew in her eyes when she saw the demons tail coming straight for her. She docked, but now the demon was overpowering her. It tail retrieved and tried to strike at her again, failing. Clary fell backwards trying to avoid the poisonous tail and reaching for the blade that balanced on the edge of the dock behind her. Her arm reached out to grab the blade, but it was too far away. The longer she took, the bigger the demon grew and the smaller she got. The demon's tail was preparing for another strike when Clary heard her brother.

"CLARY!" He yelled in distress at the sight of a Dahak demon about to devour his sister. It razor sharp teeth were just inches away from her face. The demon struck again just as Clary's hand wrapped around the blades handle. She lounged forward, plunging the blade into the demon's heart. It let out a loud and painful shriek, but it was too late. It's tail dug deep into Clary's shoulder and then the demon fell to the ground and vanished, returning to his home realm. Victory.

"Clary!" Sebastian yelled again as the world started to spin for Clary. She reached for her stele, but there wasn't time. "Clary" He said again, and that's the last things she heard before fainting.