"Guys! Come quick!" Rue's high-pitched voice interrupted the raucous cheers of the crowd. No one seemed to hear her- there was a much more interesting event occurring. But the crowd were not to blame for their preoccupation- it wasn't every day you saw a dwarven king locked in an arm wrestle with an eccentric wizard.

"Guys- quickly, they're hurting each other!" Rue pushed her way to the front of the chanting mob.

"Don't worry, kiddo. The old guy with the crazy beard looks weaker than buff little dude, but it's actually a pretty even match." A lady with long, dark hair and a disapproving smirk told her.

"No- not them, Max! And the guy with the white hair!"

Gus stood up from his seat behind the arm wrestle. "Wait- Max is getting hurt?"

"Kinda... um... just come and see." Rue turned around and sprinted back to the door where she had come from.

"Thorin- Albus- you gotta come help us." Gus pleaded, as he began to follow Rue. The crowd sighed collectively- it was fun watching the two arm wrestle- but it was probably more important that they tended to whatever was happening outside.

"Just for the record, Dumbledore, I was winning." Thorin mumbled as they stood up.

"Sure, sure," Dumbledore smiled, and Thorin gave him a gracious nod. "You keep telling yourself that."

The collection of people had begun to try and squeeze through the door, until Dumbledore, using the sonorus charm, announced that "Perhaps only a few people should go- we don't want to crowd them, after all."

"Dumbledore and I will go- we need magic and physical strength." Thorin volunteered.

"I want to go too." The lady that Rue had spoken to raised her hand.

"But... Tori... your leg..."

"It's fine now. I'm just not that used to walking on it properly again, but I can handle it." Thorin gave a quick glance to Dumbledore, who nodded.

"Okay then- I think that's all the help we need. Thank you for your concern." Dumbledore said as they all rushed out the door.

"Max, no! Stop! Max!" Rue was trying to get in between the two people and separate them, but she wasn't quick enough.

"Rue!" Thorin ran over and pulled her away. Thanks to his nephews, he had grown quite attached to the little girl. and he didn't want to see her getting hurt.

"Max- Max!" Gus was yelling too, trying to get the attention of the younger boy. There were two men, one punching the other, the other struggling and trying to fight back. At first, it was hard to make out who was the victim of the two, but soon enough it was clear that it was Max that had launched the attack. "Max, what are you doing! Stop it!"

"He- he-" It was clear Max was trying to say something, but he was choking on his own rage. Throughout their time in heaven, no one had ever seen Max angry, especially not to this extent.

With a flick of his wand, Dumbledore separated the two, lifting Max off the ground, and into Gus' arms. The victim of the fight stood up shakily, brushing the dirt out of his silvery-blond hair and blinking his bright green eyes.

"What were you doing?"

"I... I hate him!" Max choked. The other man looked offended, but partially understanding.

"Max, I've changed, I swear I have, and I could not be more sorry-"

"Liar! Filthy liar!" Max struggled to get out of Gus' grip, but Tori grabbed him too so that he couldn't attack the other person.

"What did he ever do to you?" Tori asked incredulously. She had never seen a child so rage-filled, and she was in the Dauntless faction.

"He- he killed me!" With those words, Max stopped struggling, and began sniffling a little. "His name is Sebastian, and... and he killed me in front of my sister! And then... he did some terrible, terrible things! He killed hundreds of innocent werewolves, ruined he lives of hundreds of shadowhunters, and tried to kill my entire family!"

"I'm sorry- it wasn't my fault! There was demon blood in me, and I couldn't see what I was doing clearly! Max, I-"

"Sebastian?" Someone else had walked out of the room where the arm wrestle was. He was tall, and had brown hair and piercing hazel eyes. "Sebastian?" He asked again, demanding an answer.

"It's Jonathan, but... yes." Jonathan stood there. He wasn't rearing for a fight, nor was he trying to hide. It was as if he knew what he had done was wrong, and that he was willing to accept his punishment.

"You... you!" The man's eyes were clouded with tears as he too tried to lunge at Jonathan, before being intercepted by Dumbledore. "Do you realise what you did?"

"I do, and you must understand I'm truly sorry-"

"Save your excuses! You... you murdered me and left me to die in the arms of my girlfriend. How could you?"

"Jordan, calm down." Dumbledore muttered.

"Calm down? Calm down? He killed the entire Praetor Lupus. He's a cold-blooded murderer!" Jordan spat at Jonathan, battling to get out of Dumbledore's grip.

"Jordan- Jordan! Do you know where we are?" Dumbledore asked.

"Heaven?" Jordan sneered.

"Yes. Now, there is a reason that we do not see many evil people up here- the truly evil, such as Voldemort, or perhaps Sauron, or Azog the defiler, among others, is because there is another place, where there is more punishment than here, for people such as them. People get admitted into heaven when they show that there is good in them, and that they are sorry for any wrongs they have committed."

Jordan sighed, getting the point of Dumbledore's ramble. "So you're saying that he's truly a good person?"

"Why else would he be here?" Dumbledore shrugged.

Still glowering, Jordan shook himself free of Dumbledore's restraint, but it was clear Albus knew what he was doing. Stiffly, he walked over to Jonathan, looked him in the eye, and held out his hand. Jonathan took it, smiling softly, and whispering "sorry" as earnestly as possible. Max, too, slackened, and after Tori and Gus had let him go, he walked over to Jonathan, who knelt down to reach his eye level.

"Max, I am so, so sorry about everything. If it's any consolation, after Clary stabbed me, and freed me of the demon blood, I tried to help them escape. I did. I couldn't do much, but I did all that I could. I'm not saying that I saved the life of Alec and Isabelle, but I tried. I know that's probably not good enough, but-"

"It's a start." Max wrapped Jonathan in a hug, but retreated fairly quickly. "Thank you for that, Jonathan."

Jonathan looked touched, but still sad. "I don't deserve your forgiveness, Max. I did awful things. But I would be honoured if you would help me become as good a person now as you are."

Max smiled. "Let's see... in that case we'll need the help of the good-est person I know. Dobby!"

There was a loud crack, and a small, wrinkled person appeared, with large green eyes and big ears.

"Master Lightwood! Are you okay? Oh- have you made a friend? Who's this handsome fellow?" He addressed Jonathan in a squeaky voice.

"This is Jonathan, and we're going to help him become good again."

Hi guys!

So- apologies, but this is a really TMI-based chapter. There are characters from other series in it, but in all honesty, it revolves around the plot of City of Heavenly Fire.

In case you haven't noticed, I have conflicted feelings about Jonathan Morgenstern.

Anyway, I'm soooo sorry about how long it has taken me to update- it wasn't even that long a chapter... (sorry)

If there's anyone you'd like to see in the next chapter (which will hopefully be written faster than this one was), please review and tell me! I really appreciate all your reviews, and I take them all into account when writing them!

Also- just a quick apology to the guest Couldn'tCareLess, who apparently could care less regarding the deaths in these stories- I didn't mean to make you hate me or anything! Sorry!

Have a great day!

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