Disclaimer: I own none of these stories, all rights and characters goes to Cassandra Clare, JK Rowling and Rick Riordan.

Jace

We sat in Magnus' tea room, looking bored, in opposite directions. After we'd taken the portal to the base of the apartment building, we had to wait twenty minutes before Magnus turned up after a trip to the grocery store (which is what he told us but not what I believe, considering the spell book he had been searching through before he noticed us, I mean really, does the man think us blind?) and had let us in and told us to 'make ourselves at home'.

"Are we friends, Jace?" Clary asked suddenly. I blinked, confused, completely confused.

"Uh, no?" I asked, immediately regretting my answer. She looked sad.

"Why?" Her eyes bored into me, as if searching for an answer written on my skin.

"What's wrong?" I asked, worried.

"Nothing," she looked away and blushed. "I'm fine." Now, I hadn't lived with women all my life, but I'd lived with Isabelle, and seriously, you can't find a less subtle woman to help yourself work out the fairer sexes language.

"No Clary, tell me," I half ordered. "Please."

"It's just…" she trailed off. I waited for her to begin again. "I mean, I love you Jace," I felt a thrill run down my spine. "But we should be… I don't know. I mean, you and Alec, that's a friendship. I guess me and Isabelle. But we, we just…" when she left off again I didn't give her a chance to even consider jumping back on that train of dark thoughts. I didn't know where it was headed and I really didn't want to.

"There are loads of different kinds of friendships," I promised. "Ours is special. All different types of love are personalized. I promise we can have Disney marathons and laugh at each other. Whenever you want. Besides, I love laughing at you. It's one of my favorite past times." I grinned at her and she smiled tentivley back. I grasped her hand and she squeezed back. She took a deep breath and the wetness beginning to gather on her eyes started to disappear.

"Thanks." She whispered. We sat for a few more minutes and I slowly trailed a circle around the back of her hand, where the shadows of old runes could still be seen. The old clock in the corner ticked louder as the room grew quieter. The sun warmed my cheek and caught pieces of my hair.

"I'm bored," Clary said loudly.

"Well, luckily I brought cakes," Magnus announced, marching through the doorway with a silver platter of cakes and biscuits that followed him through.

"Thank god," I moaned, sitting up and taking a bit out of a danish. "I'm starving and all I've been offered is some food that's very possibly been poisoned." Clary rolled her eyes and sighed.

"What's wrong?" Magnus asked. "It'd better be good; I'm missing Gossip Girl for this."

"A new episode?" I asked.

Magnus gave me a look. "Do you think I'd be speaking to you know if it wasn't a rerun?"

"Point made and filed."

"Anyway," Clary glared at me for leading us so far off topic. "We met them, the others." Magnus looked interested now and leant forward, gesturing for her to go on. She took a deep breath. "The wizards and the Demigods."

Silence filled the room as Magnus closed his expressions to us. He looked a little flat without the twinkle in his eyes.

"Harry Potter," He begun. "Has been marked by death from birth. He may seem not much, but he saved the world as we know it. He defeated the darkest force the wizarding world has ever known. He has survived the killing curse three times." The room dropped a few degrees and I thought of the scrawny black haired almost man from before. He didn't strike me as the savior kind. "Ginny Weasly is one of the bravest witches known today. She has been through a lot. At only 16, she's already been hailed one of the finest witches of recent memory. Her entire family was ripped apart in front of her eyes. Her brother was Harry's best friend." I thought of the red haired, freckled witch that would have matched Clary if it wasn't for her fire, the one I'd seen but no one else had.

"Annabeth Chase ran away from home aged seven. She has been to the underworld and survived. She is the daughter of Athena, the goddess of wisdom and the Architect of Olympus." Clary and I looked at each other; that was impressive. "And finally, Perseus Jackson, the son of Poseidon, Praetor for Rome and member of the fifth cohort. Leader of camp half blood. The victim of a great prophecy, twice and the slayer of Medusa, The Minotaur-"

"Got it," I interrupted, feeling awfully unremarkable. I wondered what would have happened if someone had tried to introduce me. It'd probably go, 'Jace Wayland/Morgenstern/Lightwood/Herondale, killed a few demons and has a few extra drops of angel blood then most shadow hunters. Turns out the father he thought was his was actually a cult leader and a mass murderer. He also happened to be really, super hot.' Ok, I debated on the last point, but it was an asset, and all assets must be included. Mustn't they? "The guy is pretty cool."

"You didn't let me finish!" He muttered sulkily. "He saved the world you know!" I felt a little odd for a second. I'd never personally saved the world. Sure, there had been times when I'd helped, but they hadn't been personal, they hadn't been real.

"We need you to come with us," Clary said firmly. "We need you to explain." Magnus looked at his shoes. It was actually the first time ever I'd been sorry he was lost for words. But he seemed to make a decision.

"Ok," he said slowly, as if even the single word was heavy to release off his tongue. "I'll help you."

Ginny

I sat, bored on the couch and rested my head onto Harry's chest. He was so warm and comfortable. It's no wonder he attracted so much female attention in his sixth year. A light filled the room and I sat up quickly, pulling out my wand. Out of it fell Jace, Clary and third member I'd never seen before with spiky blue hair and yellow cat eyes. Across the room Percy was putting away his pen/sword and Annabeth was sheathing her sword.

"Hey guys," Jace said, relaxed. "This is Magnus." He caught me staring at him and I quickly looked away. The guy creeped me out.

"Yes, I've been threatened with being forced to endure months without a decent supply of hair gel, so we'd better get this underway." He spoke with a strange accent that I would never be able to place. I could hear heaps of countries in it, British and American.

"Really?" Percy piped up across the room, I guess the ADHD thing had acted up. I noticed Magnus' eyes linger on him for half a second before turning away.

"No, now, where shall we begin?" He sat down on a plump arm chair and placed his fingers on his chin. "Wizards." He pointed to Harry and I. "Blessed or descended from Hecate or Trivia and equally powerful either way." I felt a little weird tugging on the bottom of my stomach. "Demigods, the offspring of the Greek or Roman gods." The demigods nodded. "And Shadow Hunters, with a little angel blood running through their veins, sworn to destroy demon kind." I leaned forward as he took a deep breath.

"All of your things exist, just independintley and all the things are far more closely interwined than you might think." He looked around the room.

"The greek goddess, Hecate and her Roman form, Trivia, go around blessing people and taking away the power from people she deems… undeserving." So that explained squibs. And Filch.

"Angels are ancient gods, direct offspring's from Chaos. They oblige under the gods rule but in reality, could do whatever they want. The gods know they created Shadow Hunters, but do not particularily care, if the job assigned to their children can be assisted," his eyes flicked between Percy and Annabeth and Clary and Jace. "Then they were not going to disagree with such a weapon."

"The monsters you all face, the dementors," I shivered and so did Harry, even the memory of their soul sucking ickiness was enough to give me nightmares. "The ones sent from Tarturus and the demons are all different versions of the other. Lilith," he seemed a little uncomfortable. "Was from Tarturus, along with the original dementors and all the other demons." We sat silently for a minute before Annabeth spoke up.

"Why haven't we heard of each other? I mean we must of at least crossed paths at some point."

Magnus nodded at her. "You were not meant to see each other," he said simply. "And now you must."

To Gaia Was Framed, thanks for your review. It made my day. I thought that Clary always seemed a little insecure with relationships, like how she dated Simon because she didn't want to lose him. But thanks for the review, and I am definitely going to be adding the other characters later. For some reason, I always relate to a secondary character rather than the first. I love all those guys and it really wouldn't be a fulfilled fanfic without them.