Magnus could sense the person standing outside his door even before they knocked. It had become a sort of habit now, using his supernatural abilities for things he didn't need them for. Like right now. There was no need for Magnus to know that this person was here because they clearly posed no threat. For starters they were by themselves. Over the years most people had come to realise that Magnus didn't like to be disturbed in his home. Not even by close friends like Ragnor, so of course this led him to feel puzzled about who on earth could possibly be standing outside his door at this hour, shuffling their feet, clearly nervous to enter.

After what seemed like a millennium Magnus rose from has couch and walked towards his front door. It was 12:38. 'This person clearly hasn't been taught a lesson in suitable visiting hours' , Magnus thought to himself. Nevertheless he couldn't help feeling a little curious as to who this mystery midnight visitor was. Whoever they were, they had been there a good while. Magnus had heard their heartbeat almost ten minutes ago. The quiet thudding sound gradually became louder as he approached the door. With one last look in the mirror he placed his hand over the door knob and quickly turned it.

When Magnus saw who was on the other side of the door he couldn't help but feel a little idiotic, surely he should have guessed that she was gonna show up sooner than later. Standing in his doorway was no other than Clarissa Fairchild. She looked a mess. Her fiery red hair was all over the place, clearly having been disturbed by the windy weather. Her huge green eyes stared directly at him. In them he could see so many emotions. Fear, Bravery, Desperation, Hope. She didn't give off a Jocelyn vibe at all. Jocelyn. Possibly the bravest woman Magnus had ever known, always causing trouble for herself of course, that was the reason Clarissa was her surely? Jocelyn had gotten herself into another sticky situation and of course trying to get her memories back. Magnus stared intently at Clary, almost as if he were signalling her to speak first. Which is exactly what she did.

"I know you told us to leave you alone", she blurted out before pausing giving Magnus a chance to speak.

"Well, it appears that you don't listen to what people tell you to do", Magnus sighed.

"Look, I know what you said last time we met and i'm not going to bombard you with accusations about taking my memories away because I understand why my Mum asked you to do it. You may not think it but right now you are my best shot at getting the answers I need. So im asking you to help me. Please."

The words came out in a heated mess and yet Magnus heard every syllable crystal clear. It didn't take long for him to make up his mind. Clary was staring directly into his golden eyes waiting for an answer. Waiting for anything.

"I'll need some of your things", Magnus said firmly. "And some of hers too, i'll try to get some images or memories that may be encased or trapped in them. After that your on your own. I have enough problems to deal with already."

A look of sheer relief spread across her face. Her muscles relaxed and she allowed herself to smile for a brief second.

"We already have everything laid out for you at the institute. We had some time to prepare, all I had to do was convince you to help us. That actually turned out to be pretty easy" Clary said, still smiling.

"Don't push it", Magnus remarked raising his eyebrows. "And don't get your hopes up either, this kinda thing doesn't usually work"

"Tell me your joking. Please tell me your jok-"

"Ah ah you didn't let me finish!" Magnus exclaimed. "This kinda thing doesn't work for most warlocks, but as you've probably been told already. I'm no ordinary warlock." Magnus said stepping towards the door.

"So then", he said invitingly. "Are we going or what?"

Together they both left Magnus's apartment block. Clary with a new spring in her step and Magnus with a twinge of hope. He wasn't usually one to hope but even he knew that helping Clary get her memories back would be the first step in winning this war. For the first time in what felt like forever Magnus allowed himself to feel like he was part of this war. Fighting for the right thing. Just like everyone else.