Hey guys! Sorry for the delay regarding this second chapter. We had wifi problems at home, then I had a test which I needed to study for and then a competition came up which needed my full attention.

I'll try to upload more often. Promise.

A shout out to MarcusLokison though for being the first person to follow/favourite my story. You really made my day!

Anyways hope you enjoy this chapter! :)

P.S. I lost that competition.

The cover image is something I found on the internet, I don't own it neither do I have any rights towards it.

All the characters are also either J.K. Rowling or Cassandra Clare's characters. I own nothing.


Chapter 2

Suspicion

If you were to look for Hermione Lightwood on 5th June 2001, you would find her in the library of the shadowhunter's New York Institute, curled up on a couch, a book in her hand and a cup of coffee by her side.

If you were to look even closer you would notice that though she seemed to be fully absorbed in her book, her eyes didn't seem to move. In fact they seemed slightly distant.

That's how Isabelle Lightwood found her that evening.

"Figure you would be here," she said, leaning against the door, a smirk visible on her face.

"Don't tease," I huffed, closing the book I had been 'reading' shut and putting it on the table beside me. I then picked up the cup of coffee and took a large sip of the drink.

Isabelle's smirk grew into a full grin at my comment. She walked into the library and plopped down on the chair beside me. Before I could react, she snatched the cup of coffee from me and brought it to her lips taking a loud slurp from it, the condescending grin still on her face.

"Hey! That was mine!" I whined.

"I don't care," she shrugged.

"Well you should have atleast asked," I replied, eyeing the cup with a slight longing.

She just took another aggravatingly loud and long sip of my drink as a reply.

After ensuring that I was sufficiently irritated she brought the cup down and decided to bestow a contribution in the conversation, "Does it really matter? I would have taken it anyways."

I scoffed, "Yeah sure! If you asked I would have already known that you wanted the cup and would have been more ready for this... thievery!"

"All the more reason to not ask."

Letting out a angry sigh I slumped back into my chair with a pout. I picked up my book again preparing myself to read some more of the text. But my mind swiveled somewhere else. I eyed Izzy out of the corner of my eyes, who was absentmindedly twiddling with her stele while looking out of the window.

Probably feeling my gaze on her, Izzy turned towards me. She raised an eyebrow as if in a silent question. I bit my lip once, a tendency I had whenever I was nervous or uncomfortable with a situation. Seeing this Izzy sat up a bit straighter in her chair.

By the angel, that girl could read me like a book sometimes...

I opened my mouth but stopped not knowing how to start this conversation. Deciding that opening with the most simple question would be the best, I said... well more like blurted out, "How is Harry?"

"Who?" she asked confused and slightly taken back. With how dramatic I had been she must have been expecting something more serious.

I looked at her with a blank expression for a second. Then realizing that she probably didn't know who Harry was, I elaborated, "That warlock guy who was bitten."

Her face instantly darkened. "He's fine," she grumbled turning away, obviously still bitter about her brother.

"Is he ok? Did the medicines reach...'

"Go and look for yourself," she snapped, a frown etched on her face. I looked down and stared at the steams billowing from the drink in her hand.

Honestly, I didn't know why I didn't go and look at the warlocks myself. I just didn't... trust them. Something seemed off about those boys but I didn't know why which just made it even more confusing. So, as soon as we reached the institute I left them with the other shadowhunters and went to the one place I always feel comfort in, the library.

I sighed realizing that I had to tell Izzy everything.

"Did you notice they had no warlock mark?"

My head snapped up. Sometimes I really wondered if she could read my mind, how else could she say exactly what I had been thinking. But then noticing her stiff posture I realized that she had been thinking about it herself.

'And they didn't have an aura of a warlock too," I agreed.

"But they can use magic," she continued a thoughtful look on her face. It made me realize that the earlier bitterness she had been harbouring wasn't just because of her face but due to the distrust we both shared about the warlocks.

"They were using a wand, have you ever seen a warlock use a wand?" I added.

"They seem off to me." "Same."

We both stopped talking. Silence filled the room like a heavy blanket. I took in a deep breath. I don't know why this bothered me so much. I had read of a warlock who didn't have a mark either and was also a shape shifter which is not a common magic form among warlocks either. A wand weilding, unmarked warlock shouldn't disturb me this much, should it? It isn't that abnormal.

But then it isn't normal either, is it?

"I think we should tell Magnus," I spoke, breaking the silence.

After a second she replied, "I agree. I'll go tell Alec."

Her signature smile then returned to her face, "They are gonna be so pissed. We're dragging Magnus into work again."

I couldn't help but chuckle along to that imagining Alec's face. This is what Izzy is like, an emotional ticking bomb, one moment she is all serious and the next moment she is cracking jokes over her brothers' romantic life.

Noticing that she was distracted, I quickly reached over and grabbed my cup of coffee from her hand.

"Hey!" she said pouting a bit.

"Shoo! Go talk to your brother," I said trying to sound authoritative but probably failing due to the big grin on my face.

"So mean," she pouted but nevertheless stood up, "Are you coming? Being copped up among these dusty books can't be good for you."

"I like books," I said defensively.

"Are you coming or not?" she said rolling her eyes.

"I'll be there in a bit."

"Fine," she grumbled and turned to walk towards the door, "Bye idiot."

"Bye coffee stealer," I replied in the same tone.

She turned a corner disappearing from sight, the click-clack of her heels still audible.

Smiling to myself, I got up from the chair to put my book back in place. Soon though my mind returned to the topic of the strange warlocks. All this seemed like trouble to me.

Sighing to myself, I could only hope that I was being paranoid. I was in no mood of having life changing discoveries and adventures.

Valentine and Sebastian gave us enough of that, thank you very much...


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