Hey guys! It's been a long while since I've updated. Well basically I've been really busy, got my As levels in 2 months, but also I've not really got an outline of where I'm going with this particular fanfiction so my inspiration comes from your reviews, mainly your questions give me ideas for the chapters. So please keep reviewing it really helps :) As promised these are Clary's memories of how she ended up in Johnathan's basement…next chapter should be out by the end of this week ;)

Clary's POV

Bern, Switzerland - 6th March 2014

Clary knew she really shouldn't have come here. There really was no reason for her to be here. She couldn't even explain to herself why she had felt compelled to come.

Standing in the bright, snow covered cemetery Clary began to shiver, the temperature was defiantly below freezing and she was still dressed in her thin black autumn jacket. She knew she suck out like a sore thumb, with her burning red hair in country full of blondes. None of this served to calm her nerves.

Despite her fear of cemeteries even she could appreciate the picturesque scenery of snow bound head stones, the crunch of the grass under her canvas trainers and the clear bold blue sky that seemed to stretch on for eons. Really this was a beautiful place, she would have to tell Simon about it someday.

After, of course, he got over the fact that she had drawn a portal on his wall and run through it to a practically unknown country (to her at least) whilst he was supposed to be protecting her. These were her mother's rules now whenever she left the house that she had to be accompanied by someone who could protect her. Clary hadn't pointed out to her though that she could probably fight better than Simon, who had only two months of shadowhunter training compared to her ten, because this was a sure way to convince Jocelyn that she should never let her daughter leave the house.

Wow there are going to be a lot of angry people when she got home, Clary thought miserably.

She looked down at the smooth cool white marble plaques, lightly dusted with snow, at her feet, they read:

Noah Johnathan Morgenstern

12th February 1942 – 28th February 1979

Christopher Julian Morgenstern

6th September 1944 – 3rd March 1979

Seraphina Svetla Morgenstern (nee Krüger)

17th December 1945 – 12th March 1979

Clary felt a stab of guilt as she read the names, Seraphina was clearly her grandmother, but she didn't know which man was her grandfather or her father's uncle. And even than she only knew this scrap of information from a long ago conversation with her brother.

She sighed, something was bugging her. She couldn't help wondering why they were buried in a mundane cemetery, surely Valentine wouldn't have let his family miss out on a shadowhunter funeral or memorial? In fact the only indication that they were anything other than ordinary plaques was a small angelic rune carved beside the names.

The sun was startlingly bright, way too bright because it was reflecting off of the snow. A flash of gold caught her eye and she looked up.

Jace stood there shrouded in sunlight, shining like the angel…but the angel's eyes were wrong.

To shocked to speak Clary opened her mouth but found no words would come out.

A hand clamped itself around her mouth, a pale long fingered hand with a silver ring that cast shards of sunlight like flying daggers. Talking of daggers the one at her neck kissed her throat as she tried to struggle out of her brother's grip.

"JACE!" she screamed causing the blade to make droplets of her blood to appear.

"Hush" Johnathan whispered in her ear "He won't help you now"

She felt drowsiness taking over the fear as the darkness overtook the light.