Hello lovelies! As promised, here's chapter 7! (I know I was supposed to post that yesterday, sorrry!) And THANK YOU FOR ALL THE CONGRATS, your guys are amazing :D So from now on, we'll be back to our normal schedule and I'll post a new chapter tomorrow night. We're coming to a close and there will be 3 more chapters and an epilogue, with a bonus if you guys want it ;) But you won't know about what it is till the epilogue lol :D So this is also the last non-malec chapter and next one should be full of smut and fluff ;) Hope you enjoy this one for now, we unravel some bits of Magnus's mystery :D Let me know what you guys think :D

Disclaimer : Wish I could own something... but I don't. And I'm not delusional enough to believe I do XD

Chapter 7: An Undesired Memory

December 22. Magnus was fumbling with the worn out letter. He had read it countless times and it had always helped him in times of need. He usually read it also when the holidays came across. It made him feel less lonely, as if somehow she was still with him.

He had seen Alec this morning and they had planned to have dinner tonight before his blue eyes beauty went off to celebrate Christmas with his family in the next days. As his angel was perfect, he obviously had a tight relationship with his siblings.

Magnus hadn't seen his father in two years. They used to have the formal/polite phone conversation for his birthday and for Christmas but it had been a while since their relation was crumbling. He could always find his account well provisioned but that's all he could hope to get from his father.

- "You want to do WHAT?" His father yelled in an incredulous tone.

Magnus sighed deeply. He was 21 and had decided to make a life-changing decision that he knew his father wouldn't agree with. Although, he didn't planned on changing his mind.

- "Father..." He tried again.

- "Don't father me, Magnus! This is ridiculous! You're two weeks away from passing your bar exam and you want to drop it all? Are you telling me that all the efforts we spent in forming you to be the best criminal lawyer ever known will turn fruitless?" His father's voice grew exasperated and hurt.

He didn't know what to say anymore. His father was right. Ever since the... accident, they had worked hand in hand for him to become the lawyer he had wished to be. The best. So he would be sure that what happened would be avenged; he would not be find useless again. But a lot had changed since then. He had changed... And it seemed like his father couldn't accept that.

- "Dad... I know you don't understand but I really have to do this. It's for her..." His father cut him off abruptly when he uttered those words.

- "Don't you dare! You ungrateful brat!" His father shouted, green-gold eyes ablaze with fury, the only trait they shared. "If you would really wish to honor her memory, you would pass you bar exam and spend your life trying to right the wrong that's been done, just like I do, ever since we lost your mother." Lukas Bane's words grew to a choked whisper at the end.

- "Father... you know that's what she wanted for me." Magnus mumbled softly, eyes cast aside, unable to face his father's pain.

- "Enough Magnus." The New York's Prosecutor said firmly, with a tone that got lifetime criminals cowering on their chairs. Magnus winced. "I will not hear more about it. If you persist in this foolishness, I will require you to leave this house. I don't want to see my only son dishonoring the love of my life memory with his stupid life choices." His father said with finality.

Magnus's heart sank. He knew there was no going out of it. They would never understand each other. They both wished to honor their loss but with a completely different approach. Magnus squared his shoulders in a very familiar attitude that his father noticed with an unwelcomed feeling of pride. His son was far too similar to him for his own taste. That meant this wouldn't end well.

- "Very well father, I guess this is goodbye then." The tall young man said with a dead voice.

His father looked shell-shocked and mostly hurt. There was an awkward silence lingering between the two stubborn men and when Magnus turned around to leave and pack his bags, some fear of loosing his son grasped the stern Lukas Bane.

- "Don't be silly Magnus. You can take the Brooklyn's flat. It's paid for already... and maybe, it'll do us good to... think about what just happened. I'll give you the money you need, don't worry about it. I still won't accept my son living like a commoner." His father said ruefully.

Magnus had nodded slightly, leaving the room quietly.

That had been five years ago. Ever since, their relationship had been tensed. They had tried to keep it together for the first three years, knowing that's what his mother would have wanted but they had stopped pretending two years ago. They had always ended up arguing about Magnus's choice; his father constantly inquiring when he would "drop this nonsense already and become a man." It was rather tiresome and they had both agreed to live their life on their own.

Magnus kept caressing the white paper as his eyes stared blankly at the bleak afternoon, noticing the small snowflakes falling restlessly. He thought about his father and his mother, how he missed both of them. He was so lonely... and tired to be.

He recalled the situation from so many years ago and thought that he found himself in a similar one at the moment. His life was coming at a crossroad and he had a choice to make. He could loose it all or win a lot, or both at the same time, but the result could be worth it.

He opened the yellowed sheet again and read the words he knew by heart. He enjoyed again the cursives letter he had tried to imitate as perfectly as possible when he was a toddler, without ever quite managing it. He remembered the dark copper skin of his mother, her lean and graceful frame, the black ebony of her hair and the sparkling smile she always had for him. He thought he could hear her at the moment.

- "You know what you have to do Magnus. Delaying it won't change the outcome; it can only make it worst. You're brave my child, don't forget it."

The sheet of paper left his hand and he knew that tonight would be the one when he would tell Alexander Lightwood his story. He had waited long enough, too long, and he could only hope the outcome to be in his favor. Maybe his angel could forgive him... aren't angels suppose to be merciful?

Magnus walked to his bathroom with a new lightness to his stance.

Hope you liked that lovelies... and you know what I love? Yes my nephew of course but beside that? I'm sure you can guess ;)