A/N: Welcome to Idris Academy. The first chapter was originally going to be longer, however I decided to split the second section of the original first chapter and make it the second, so I could get this up faster. I am always anxious to improve my writing, so reviews with feedback or constructive criticism is very much appreciated. Just another note, I apologise for any inaccuracy regarding facts about the two countries America and England. I have tried to do my research properly, but I am Australian and have not been to either country. Having said that, all spelling will be English Australian.

Enjoy!

Alec Lightwood stared at his reflection in the glass. Hard blue eyes set in pale skin stared back at him, locks of black hair fringing his eyelashes. The sapphire eyes drifted down to the uniform, shaky hands smoothing down the creases of stiff material. The blazer was a deep, royal blue, with a navy tie and a starch white dress shirt underneath, both emblazed with the school logo of angel's wings adorning a oval shaped symbol, with the schools name written in swirling script Idris Academy... Alec sighed, shuffling in his stiff long navy pants, which completed the look. There was nothing wrong with his old school back in America, but he figured his parents just finally wanted to get rid of him. He was a disappointment to them anyway… And now he had to attend school with Isabelle… His… his…sister. The word still sounded completely alien to him. I suppose it would if you only just found out two weeks ago you had a younger sister and brother… Alec thought wirily as he checked his watch. He had never met Isabelle and Max, and was not even aware of their existence until his parents sat him down in their mansion in the American countryside, and informed him unceremoniously that he would be attending boarding school in England with his brother and sister.

He remembered vividly the fight that followed. Harsh words, tears and pointless accusations filled the sitting room, until Alec finally stood up and pointed a shaky figure at his parents and shouted 'IT'S BECAUSE I'M GAY, ISN'T IT?'

His mother had burst into tears, not tears for him but tears for herself, as if she finally had to admit something she had been trying to lie to herself about for a long time. His father remained tight-lipped, not uttering a word to Alec but demanding to their butler to find…

The rest of the two weeks in America was a very lonely time for him. After certain things regarding Alec's life came to light, his father stopped speaking to him and his mother started bursting into pathetic, self-pity tears every time she saw him, Alec could honestly not board that plane to England fast enough.

Alec shook his head vigorously, trying to avoid such dire thoughts. He stared at his lonely but extravagant room in his parent's London apartment. His parents had sent someone, a butler in charge of the Lightwoods English affairs, to look after him during his brief stay in London, until it was time for him to board his train to the quaint English countryside where Idris Academy was located. However the butler, who had taken Alec's suitcase with a grumble and grunted that his name was 'Alonso' hadn't been seen since his arrival.

Alec nervously checked his watch again. It was 9:30am, and the school train to Idris was due to leave in a hour and a half. Alonso was meant to be taking him to the train station, although the butler (who reminded Alec of one of the reasons his wanted to leave America) was nowhere to be seen. And he had heard London was notorious for its traffic.

It was another fifteen minutes before the doorbell finally rung. With a deep breath and a last sweeping glance of his place of safety for the past couple of days, he grabbed his suitcase and headed for the door.

Clary Fray stood in front of her anxious parents. 'It looks ridiculous' she said, sticking her thin arms out and twirling ungracefully on the spot. 'No it doesn't, sweetie, it fits perfectly!' said Jocelyn, Clary's mother with a warm, reassuring smile. 'No, it really doesn't!' Clary said, puffing out the white blouse that hung off her tiny frame for emphasis. Jocelyn avoided Clary's protest 'We are so proud of you, you know Clary' she said with a endearing smile. 'Yes, this is a huge achievement' Luke, her adoptive father said with an equally huge smile. Clary sighed.

Yes, she knew her parents where very proud of her for being awarded the prestigious Handell Scholarship from Idris Academy, but she always felt like her achievements in academics where their dreams, not hers. They certainly made a point that school should be the most important aspect of her life, but all Clary really wanted to do was to stay in America, graduate, study art at the local community college and become a artist for a living. Still, she knew she should be grateful for the lot she's been given in life- lots of kids would gladly give a arm or leg for the opportunity to study at Idris Academy, the elitist of all European boarding schools. It was the place to send your privileged children, and the majority of the student's parents where either royalty, owners of multimillion dollar companies or just plan rich. Clary's scholarship that allowed her to take up schooling there paid for all school and boarding fees, however it did not pay for the costly school uniform, so Jocelyn took it upon herself to search frantically for a second hand one. Hence the four man tent she now had draped over her body. The previous girl to wear this uniform had been an aristocrat, spoiled rotten by her parents, having left Idris to attend finishing school and mingle with high society. The royal blue blazer made her shoulders look far too broad for a girl petite as her. The white blouse with the navy tie just made her look hopelessly frumpy, and the faded navy skirt had to be rolled up several times just to stay loosely folded around her narrow hips. Yes, Clary was vertically challenged, as well as having the physique of a thirteen year old. She had to admit that the deep blue blazer did make her flame red hair stand out even more, she thought as she glanced at the ridiculous sight in front of her. 'Alright Clary, ready to head to the train station?' Luke said enthusiastically, picking up her cases which lay by the door of their hotel room in London. 'Hold on!' Jocelyn said, scurrying off to her bedroom, returning with a sleek blue digital camera. 'Lets take some photos!' Jocelyn grinned, poising to take plenty of happy snaps. Clary groaned. At this rate, they'll never get to the train station and her parents will miss their flight back to New York.

Alec stood on the platform where his train to Idris was meant to be leaving. Alonso had already dumped him there, having unceremoniously deposited his suitcases next to him and left without so much as a goodbye. Not that Alec was really going to miss his cheerful presence.

Alec trained his eyes to his surroundings. There was students everywhere in a sea of blue, with designer brand suitcases and bags as far as the eye could see. There appeared to be some commotion up close to where school officials where trying to get the crowds in order, to no avail. Here the parents looked just as glamorous as the students, and Alec wondered what sort of world he had stumbled on. His old boarding school had been elite, but not on a scale as large as this. He rolled his eyes at his parents thinking. They figured that if they sent him to the best school in the continent, he would be satisfied and decide never to return to them, and they could continue their charade that they didn't have an openly gay son. Which led him to his next question. Why did his parents never tell him that he had siblings? That would have made his life in New York so much easier, having someone to endure his parent's idiocy with. Then again, he wouldn't wish that on anyone. He heard that Isabelle is a year younger than him, and Max is only twelve, joining the middle school at Idris.

Alec sighed, picking up his cases. Well, he had to join the throng sometime. With a deep breath, he pushed his way through the crowd, nearly running into a frantic-looking midget redhead, who's skirt appeared to be falling down…

'Watch it!' A voice shouted, but it was too late, Alec had run head first into another student, judging by the flash of blue as he fell to the floor. Great, way to go Alec, make a fool of yourself before you even meet anyone. 'Sorry' He said hastily to the girl in front of him with the long ink-coloured hair, who was brushing dirt off her blazer 'That's fine, but you can pay for the dry-cleaning' she said in a lilting British accent before looking up at Alec.

Alec gasped. He was staring into a mirror. The girl in front of him had the same eyes, hair, mouth, nose, even eyebrows. Alec gaped at her, unable to form coherent words, emotions threatening to rise out over him. This girl, she had to be Isabelle. His sister. His very own sister, in the flesh. He just couldn't stop staring.

Luckily the girl seemed to recover from her shock quicker than Alec did, because she offered her hand to him. 'You must be Alec… my… my… big brother' She said slowly, as if she was testing the words out herself. Alec by then managed to recover some of his intelligence, and shook her hand. 'Yeah… That's me. You must be Isabelle' he said, smiling so warmly at the girl in front of him. He just couldn't believe that he had is very own sister, living, breathing, human. And she was beautiful, too. Long black hair, smooth, even pale skin, grey eyes. 'You can call me Izzy if you want. Everyone does' She said shyly. As if on cue, a boy's voice came into hearing. 'Izzy! Izzy! Where are you?'

Isabelle smiled 'I'm here, Max' she called, and a small boy came running. Alec was told that he was twelve years old, but the boy in front of him crouched over Isabelle looked about nine. He had scruffy brown hair and oversized glasses that looked far too big for his head. Clutched in his arms was what appeared to be a manga volume, although Alec could not work out the title from his vantage point on the ground. 'Who's that, Izzy? Your boyfriend?' Max whispered in Isabelle's ears. She laughed, and grabbed Max's shoulders and turned him to face Alec. 'That-' Isabelle said, smiling warmly at Alec as she explained it to Max '- Is your older brother Alec, Max. He came to us'

The look on Max's face absolutely lit up. He stared at Alec in delight, then launched himself into Alec's arms. Alec caught him in surprise. Finally, Max pulled away and began to talk at high speed what he and Alec where going to do together now that they had finally met 'We can go to the movies and the arcade and the bookstore and the comic store and you can help me with my maths homework-' Alec laughed sincerely. Max had a infectious personality, and Alec couldn't wait to spend more time with his new little brother.

Suddenly, a loud whistle was heard from the train master. Isabelle laughed and patted Max's shoulder. 'Alright Max, you better go find your seat' said Isabelle. Max nodded vigorously and hugged Isabelle briefly. 'See you at school Alec!' He called behind him as he ran off, joining a group of his friends. Alec stared after Max, watching him show his friends his manga volume, who all roared in approval.

Isabelle followed his gaze 'He's always wanted to meet you, you know' she said quietly. 'So you've always known about me?' Alec said, slightly hurt that they never tried to contact him. She read his look. 'We didn't know anything about you, Alec, except that we had an older brother living with our parents in America. You didn't know about us?' She said, staring at him curiously. 'I found out you existed three weeks ago' Alec admitted. Isabelle looked shocked 'I-' she began.

'IZZY! What are you doing on the ground?' A boy suddenly appeared behind Alec. Isabelle shuffled to her feet. Alec followed suit. 'Jace' she said, smiling 'Hi, this is my brother, Alec' Alec turned to view the boy behind him. And stopped dead. He was gorgeous. Tanned skin, fair hair, amber coloured eyes. The perfect mixture of lean and muscly. Alec had a thing for lean guys. 'Hi, I'm Jace' the boy said, offering his hand to Alec, giving him a strange look. Alec blushed, realising he was staring. 'Alec' he said, returning the handshake.

The whistle blew a second time. 'Come on, we better get a seat on the train' Isabelle said, adjusting her handbag. Alec recognised the design. It was Louis Vuitton. At least Isabelle and Max had access to their parent's money to live comfortably here. It relieved him. He had only just met Isabelle and Max, but he felt like he had known them his entire life, and he found himself feeling protective towards them. Why had his parents never told him about them? Why did they let him believe that he was all alone in the world? He stared at Isabelle's retreating back. He was sure they would have plenty of time to talk later. Picking up his discarded bag on the floor, he followed them, a small smile creeping onto his face. It was shaping up to be a fabulous year.

Thoughts? Why do you think Alec's parents never told him about Izzy and Max?

Reviews! Let me know your thoughts :)

Love Meg.

Next chapter hopefully up by Monday