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Clary paced her room anxiously, trying to remember something. Anything. But she couldn't seem to remember who she was. She knew her name of course, and that seemed to be the only thing she could remember. There were times where someone would say something and she would believe them because somewhere, somewhere deep in her, she knew they were telling the truth. There were times where someone would say someone about downworlders that, for some reason, she thought or rather knew was incorrect. And the feeling that she had when Mrs. Branwell talked of the warlock Magnus Bane. It was like she knew him and trusted him. With her life.

Clary ran her fingers through her fiery red locks in frustration; all of this not knowing was making her angry because she hated not knowing something. Clary would not admit it but she was fearful.

"I've heard the word 'fear'. I simply choose to believe it doesn't apply to me."

Clary froze. She knew that voice, she did. She searched her amnesiac memory for a face that matched the voice and to no surprise, she didn't find it. It made her more fearful and frustrated at the same time.

Clary took a deep breath to calm herself and she continued pacing the length of her room.

The amnesiac stopped pacing when the sound of a knock echoed in her room, she invited the person in and turned to the door. It was Tessa.

"Hello Clary, I hope I'm not interrupting something."

"Oh, no not at all, is there something wrong?" Clary asked.

"No, Charlotte sent me here to tell you Magnus Bane has arrived and he is waiting for you in the library." Tessa replied.

"Thanks Tessa," Clary smiled slightly, before making her way past her to the library.

Clary took calming breaths as she finally arrived at the library and pushed the wooden door open. Clary looked at the figure and watched as he turned to face her and smirked at her.

Deep inside of her, she was ecstatic to see him, and another part of her was nervous to see him.

"You must be Clary." He began, "I am Magnus Bane, the High Warlock of London."

"It's a pleasure," Clary told him.

"Oh, I'm sure."

"I heard you can help me with my memory," Clary asked.

"It depends, but I will try to do my best," Magnus said, his cat like eyes glinting in the light. "Please sit down Clary."

Clary did as she was told and sat down beside Magnus on a couch.

Clary closed her eyes as Magnus pressed his fingertips to her temples lightly. She felt an odd sensation run through her but no memories appeared.

They spent only a minute like this before Magnus drew away frowning.

"There seems to be a very powerful memory block on your mind, and I can't seem to break it." Magnus said. "But the strange thing is, I sensed my magic in your mind."

"What does that even mean?" Clary asked, a confused frown adorning her features.

"It means that we have met before, but I have no memory of ever meeting you Clary." There was confusion on his face and she knew her face was the same.

"What about my memories?" The red head asked.

"Your memories are not gone, they are being blocked, but if I'm correct, and I usually am," Magnus said, "then they will come back in time, it could be tomorrow or a year or ten."

"But they will come back."

"It's a possibility, just because I'm usually right, doesn't mean I've ever been wrong."

"Thank you, Mr. Bane" Clary voiced sadly.

"I am truly sorry that I could not help you Clary," Magnus told her truthfully. Clary nodded and watched as he stood up.

"I must take my leave," Magnus started, "I am very busy, but we will see each other again, I'm sure."

Magnus bowed slightly, and Clary watched as he walked across the library and exited the door.

Clary continued to sit there and let the information Magnus told her sink in. Her memories could come back at any time, and she felt annoyed at that. Clary took one final deep breath, she shouldn't be annoyed, and she knew that. It wasn't Magnus' fault that he couldn't unblock her memory.

She would just have to be patient. But something told her patience wasn't her strong suit. Clary sat in the library thinking until Jem came and escorted her to dinner.

Once they arrived at the dining room, questions were thrown her way and she answered as calmly as she could.

Will seemed to find it amusing that she was struggling to answer the questions, she threw him a glare but she didn't mean it. There was a part of her that thought he was similar to someone she knew and knowing that, she smiled slightly. She caught Will's eye and he winked at her, to which she laughed slightly.

When dinner was finished, Will escorted Clary back to her room, and they threw witty comebacks at each other. It almost seemed like a memory and Clary wondered if maybe something similar had happened once. Will bid her and left to outside her bed room door. Clary watched his tall figure disappear down the hall and she turned back to her room and entered.

Clary lay on her bed and went through the memories she had. There weren't many, but the few memories she had, were good, and she liked them. With the few memories she had in mind, she drifted off to a peaceful sleep.