I had this idwa for a while, but it took me a while to actually put it down. What if instead of growing up with Clary, Jocelyn, Luke and Simon, Erin grew up thinking she was Jace's sister with Valentine? How would it effect Erin, Jace and everyone else? Would it change the story at all and in what way?

Just on heads up, I know absolutely nothing about giving birth.

Also, this is a bit confusing, but Jace is a year older than Erin and Clary in this.

Valentine's Daughter (Erin Fray AU)

Chapter 1

Childhood (Part 1)

August 23, 1991

Brooklyn Hospital Center

4:23 am

Jocelyn Fray screamed again, her stomach a huge swell. Luke Garroway stood by her side, nervous and worried. Time passed and Jocelyn's first child was born. Jocelyn laidd there panting, relieved it was over.

After the baby was cleaned. A nurse came over. "Your child, Ms. Fray?"

Jocelyn held out her hands, tired, but doing her best not to show it. The inner Shadowhunter in her telling her to not show weakness. She looked at her daughter with the small tuff of light blond hair and grey eyes, too early to see what color her eyes would favor, her mother or father. She hoped it was her, she didn't want to see a child with Valentine's blond hair and dark eyes. She would do it nontheless, but still...

She smiled gently at her daughter, brushing her small tuff of hair. The doctor asked. " ? Do you have a name?"

Jocelyn nodded. "Yes, Erin...Charlotte Fray. Yes, Erin Charlotte Fray."

She hoped the strength of the one in their family and the first female Consul would give her daughter strength.

Suddenly she felt another pang of pain in her lower stomach. She gasped sharply, tightening her grip on her daughter. The doctor came over quickly. "Ms. Fray, they is another baby coming!"

Luke and Jocelyn both screamed. "What?!"

Luke was shocked that there was no sign of it before. Jocelyn didn't want to go through it again. Though she knew she had too.

The doctor took Erin from Jocelyn, giving her to a nurse to bring to the baby holding area before bringing her in area where all babies are just born go to.

While Jocelyn gave birth to her other daughter who she would later name, Clarissa Adele Fray, the nurse dropped her off after making sure she was secure. Since it was barely 4:30 am, the security wasn't as good as it could have been.

Blackwell and Pangborn came here on Valentine's order came to the Brooklyn Hosptial Center. They walked over and saw the new girl, noticing that the child in the carrier was the one they were looking for. She had blond hair and dark eyes, famillar cheekbones and looks also pertaining to Jocelyn. Blackwell stood in the way while Pangborn grabbed the child tightly.

Distirbed by this, Erin was starting to cry. Pangborn shoved a hand against the baby's mouth and nose, trying to leave as smoothly as possible. As they were in the lobby, a doctor called. "Hello? Wait a moment."

Blackwell and Pangborn quickly left the building, turning in what others would think would be an random alleyway. Valentine Morgenstern light hair was shone and his dark eyes locked onto both of the Shadowhunters. "Did you find my child?"

Pangborn nodded. "Yes, here she is."

Pangborn handed her to him, bowing his head. He gave a flick of his hand and they both knew they were dismissed. They pivioted on their heel, leaving Valentine. He looked down at his daughter frowning. She had his hair and structure of his face. He could see Jocelyn in her. The shape of her eyes and her chin, along with other things.

He walked off, knowing it would be too risky to try to get Jocelyn. The best thing he could do would be to raise his daughter right. It was no doubt Jocelyn would not tell her about her heritage as a Shadowhunter and raise her a mundane. Just the thought made his face twist in disgust. He decided he would raise her with Jonathan, the Herondale's son. His daughter was sleeping.

He stepped into a Portal already made for him by a warlock he hired a later that night before. As he stepped through, coming to the Wayland Manor in Alicante, the captail of Idris. Seraphina Amalia Morgerstern or as the world would know her, Seraphina Amalia Wayland.

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As Valentine left with his daughter, Jocelyn was in panic. "Where is my daughter!?"

"Ma'am, please-"

"Please nothing, you lost a child! My child!"

"We're sorry-"

"I don't care about sorry, you lost my daughter, how do you lose a baby?"

Luke laid a hand on her shoulder. "Jocelyn, please stay calm."

Her eyes were panicked as they looked at him. He sent her a worried look back. A younger doctor rushed it, breathing heavy with wide eyes. "Dr. Walker! Two men...came and took a child."

All eyes went on the man that was bent double. "Dr. Micheals? What did you say?"

"Two men dressed in black came and took a child. I couldn't get her fast enough!"

Jocelyn gave a gasp of shock and pain. She knew who took her baby. Her and Luke looked at each other, thinking the same thing. Jocelyn grabbed Luke's shoulders, fisting the fabric. "He took my child. Valentine took her." She wept in grief, ignoring the other doctors and nurses in the room. She wept for what she thought was the death of her baby girl. Her only relief was that she still had Clarissa. Luke closed his own eyes in pain, wishing something could have been done.

Knowing Valentine, the mundane police couldn't touch them and they would go to the Clave because they were also hiding from them. From his keen hearing, they were nowhere in sight. He hung his head.

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Jonathan Wayland toddled over to the crib, chubby fingers gripping the bars. His Da told him Seraphina was his little sister. Seraphina was 6 months old.

"Jonathan, come here." He looked up at his Dad's voice. He turned around and went to his father's side. "Da?"

"Jonathan, what are you doing?"

"Seeing Sera."

"Be careful."

Jonathan nodded. "Yes, Da." He went back to his sister's crib. She had a fuzz of blond hair like his, but lighter, like Da. Her eyes were bright green, not like his or Da's. She was awake, smiling at him. He grinned back, putting his hand through the bars and took her hand which was balled into a fist.

She gave a gummy grin, taking his fingers and putting them in her mouth. Jonathan made a face at her, taking his hand back. She let out a little laugh. He moved out of her reach and patted her head softly, remembering his Da telling him that for a while, a baby had something called a "soft spot".

He moved his hand away, shuffling away. His Da wasn't there.

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Jonathan was three years old and Seraphina was two. Valentine was starting his training with Jonathan. Nothing too life threatening that would kill him if he kept watch. Seraphina would start when she was three. Male or female, Valentine didn't care. She would become a strong Shadowhunter warrior. He would not allow his daughter, his own daughter to become weak like Jocelyn wanted to do in the first place.

As he watched with a stiff back and arms crossed over his chest, he watched Jonathan go over the exercise he told to do untill he could do them flawlessly and perfectly. Valentine heard a knocking on the door. He frowned, saying to Jonathan. "Continue."

The blond boy gave him a nod, not even looking back. Valentine walked over to the door, opening it ajar. He looked down at his daughter. She looked up at him with bright green eyes, her light blond a little bit above her shoulders. She smiled at him. He fixed her with a stern look. She winced, looking down at her feet.

Valentine's voice was sharp. "Seraphina, why did I tell you to do when Jonathan was training?"

"Not to go in." She was looking back at him, knowing he didn't like when she looked down at the floor.

"Then why are you here when I told you not to?"

She bit her lip, hating when he was mad at her. "I'm sorry, Da."

He frowned some more and nodded his head. "Very well, go have one of the servents make you something to eat and then wait for me, do you understand?"

"Yes, I do. Sorry Da."

She ran off after he gave her a look of dismissal. He turned on his heel to see Jonathan do the same thing that he was been doing since he went to see Seraphina. He made an exercise that was based on flexablity to start him off. That way later on in his Shadowhunting training, the more extenisive training could be done easier.

He had done it this time without hesitating or trip over his own feet. Jonathan has been at it for hours. He looked up at Valentine and Valentine smiled slightly, nodding his head. Jonathan grinned at him. Valentine said. "We'll go over your next training exercise tomorrow. Your free to go."

Jonathan nodded his head. "Yes, Dad." He ran into what Valentine knew to be Seraphina's direction. Seraphina and Jonathan got along more than he thought they would. He knew if he decided to raise her with the other Jonathan, the one with the demon blood, his actual blood related son, things would have most like turned out differently.

Jonathan went to his sister who was eating chicken and potatoes with her finger, he hopped up on a chair, ruffling her hair with a grin. She looked at him with a pout. "John, I got in trouble."

He frowned at her, tapping her nose. "You have to listen to Dad, you know that."

She frowned, using his fists to rub away tears that collected. He smiled at her and messed up her hair again. It was something he usually did. "Sera, it's okay. Just listen to Dad, okay?"

She smiled at him. "Okay, brother."

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Jonathan was at five today and Seraphina was four. It was Jonathan's birthday. Valentine let them have anything they wanted on their birthday's. It was easily, their favorite days. Seraphina started her training. The training that Jonathan did before as Jonathan's training went up in difficulty.

Jonathan went to his father. "Father, I would like a spaghetti bath."

Valentine looked down at him with a small smile. "Alright, if that is what you desire."

Jonathan smiled happily at that. Seraphina went to go play with her brother as he waiting for the servents to make his special bath. Sera was a bit disappointed, but knew that it was John's present. Sera pouted when the servents came over to get Jonathan. Though she grinned at him when he looked at her. She didn't want him to be upset on his brithday.

He smiled back, following after the servent. Valentine came over to Seraphina. "While your brother is in his bath, come train."

Seraphina nodded. "Yes, Dad." He turned on his heel, walking throught he Wayland Manor to the training room, Seraphina at his heels.

He opened the doors, his daughter following him. He crossed his arms over his chest and spoke. "Start."

She nodded, feeling nervous with her father's eyes on her and rolled her shoulder a little. She gave a little start, going to roll on her shoulder, but instead of rolling completely and landed on her feet in a crouch, she stumbled, falling on her side. She squeezed her eyes shut tightly, knowing her father's eyes were on her.

"Again."

She gave a nod, standing to her feet and trying, only for the same thing to happen again.

"Again."

She tried over and over, but could not complete the exercise perfectly, though with each time she did get better. Valentine walked over to her and stops her by the shoulder, yanking her to her feet. "What are you doing? Jonathan could do this at your age. Why can't you?"

Seraphina looked down at her feet. "I-I don't know."

"Don't stutter and look at me."

She looked up at him with wide eyes. "Sorry, John's always faster than me."

"Then do it again."

"Yes, Dad."

She did and he kept a stern and unwavering eye on her until she did it like he asked her to.

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Seraphina was five years old today and Jonathan was six. It was August 23rd, 1996. Seraphina was thinking for a while since April what to ask for from her father, but she was stuck. Jonathan tried to give her some ideas, but shot them down causing Jonathan to get annoyed with her and walk off.

As she finished her training that day (Which was less than what it usually was on other days), she finally decided what she wanted. She went to her father and asked. "Father?"

Valentine looked down. "Seraphina, what is it?"

She smiled at him. "I decided what I want for my birthday."

He raised an eyebrow at her and she said. "I want a cake. I mean a really big one, as big as me." She spread her arms far apart to demonstate. She grinned widely. Jonathan raised an eyebrow at his sister.

Valentine nodded his head. "If that is what you wish."

"Thank you, Father." She hugged his leg on reflex, her height only about reaching his hip. He stiffened and she felt it. Wincing, she moved away, only to feel his hand on her head, ruffling her hair slightly. She grinned brightly at him, letting go and trotting to Jonathan's side, hugging him as Valentine went to talk to the servents.

He had bandages on his hands, fingers and upper arm. A couple for his face too. Lately, since Feburary, Jonathan has been distant with her and their father told her to leave brother alone. She felt a bit lonely, but the new training that her father came up with for her, she didn't think about it much.

Seraphina said. "John, I'll even let you have some."

He gave a little smirk. "Even with that big cake I can only get a little?"

She nodded sternly. "Yes."

He gave a laugh, hugging her tightly.

A couple of hours later their father had her cake. It was easily a foot and a half tall with chocolate and vanella frosting covering it. She licked her lips and gave John a piece like she said she would. She looked up at her father. "Father, would you like some?"

Valentine gave a shake of the head, getting up from the table, giving them each a pat on the head and walking out of the room. She pouted for a moment, then ignoring the fork in her hand, took her hand, grabbed a handfull of cake and shoved it in her mouth.

She chewed happily, it was good. Jonathan ate the cake with a fork like a normal person. She made a face at him and looked to see if her father was around. After making sure he wasn't there, she dug her other hand into the cake which barely left a dent and threw it at Jonathan.

It hit him in the front of his shirt, shocking him. He turned toward her to give his sister a glare. "Sera!"

She could tell he was upset about whatever made him ignore her. So she just gave him a toothy grin, her green eyes lighting up. Jonathan's golden eyes glared some more. She grabbed another chunk of cake, throwing her arm back.

He sent her a warning look. "Sera, don't-"

With a wider grin, she tossed it at him and he ducked, quickly tackling her to the floor. He halfway turned his body so she didn't get hurt. She laughed pushing at him. He lost the annoyed look and pushed her, taking the cake that was on the table and throwing it back at her. She giggled a little and sat up, hiding behind the chair.

When half the cake was there, they decided to eat the cake until they were full. Sera was surprised they're father didn't come out, with all the noise they were making. Though by the grin and happy light in his eyes, she didn't care in that moment if he was disappointed, even if she hated disappointed her father.

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There it is. This was so hard, to tell you the truth. Writing Valentine as a father is really hard. For a couple of reasons, one, we was strict, we all know that. Two, He was not fully evil to Jace as Jace looked at Valentine as a father figure that was strict to him, but kind on certain points, for example, his birthdays, when he could do what he wanted.

Also, I believe in City of Glass Valentine said something like Sebastian was the warrior because of the demon blood and Jace was the one he cared for as a son. So yeah, he wasn't by any means a good father, but he wasn't a fully evil one either. If he was Jace would fully resent him and not grieve at his funeral. Maybe that's just my opinion.

Sure abuse is still seen with more mental abuse so much more than physical. The next chapter will be the other half of their childhood and will get into it more.

Sorry about the long Author's Note. I felt I needed to explain it. Please tell me if you liked this.