Lots of drama prevented me from writing for a while. Sorry about that. Again, please leave reviews on either what to do with the characters or how to improve my writing. Also, Owen Herondale is completely made up. I looked it up, there was no Institute Head in London for 1995-1996 which is Harry, Hermione and Ron's fifth year, so I made up a Herondale because I knew it was a Herondale in that time period. (Until 2007 when Sebastian tried to attack.)

Chapter 9 (Hermione)

"Wait, what are we doing?" Harry asked, looking from Dumbledore to the shadowhunters
"It's it obvious?" I turned to him. "They came out of the Pensive. Something must have happened there. While we had class, they probably went in and a problem arose."
"How are you so smart?" Ron demanded. I was taken aback.
"I just open my eyes and observe Ron," I replied, turning away from him.
"Why did you rush up here?" Clary asked, taking in our flushed faces.
"Harry's scar hurt," Ron piped up. Jace shot us a disbelieving look as if to say why would you rush up here to tell your Headmaster your scar hurt? But Clary seemed to have a conversation with their eyes and he dropped it. Magnus had entertained himself by turning Dumbledore's different trinkets different colors before Alec lightly tugged on his sleeve and his eyes dropped to Harry who was watching him peculiarly. Isabelle and Simon stood slightly farther, though they were no less tense.
"Ah," Dumbledore said, sweeping around his desk to Harry, who mumbled something about not needing the attention.
"So, what happened?" I asked, fiddling with the strap of my bookbag, feeling the weight of my books settle comfortably on my shoulder. If possible, the shadowhunters tensed even more at my mention of the Pensive. Dumbledore shook his head sadly.
"I have made a grave mistake," he said before the shadowhunters could chime in and say anything about what had happened in the Pensive. "I gave someone permission to come onto the school grounds without knowing how dangerous they actually were."
"Necromancy," Isabelle clarified.
"What's necromancy?" Harry asked. I rolled my eyes. Honestly, did they ever pick up a book?
"Bringing someone back from the dead," Clary said, exchanging a look with Jace and Isabelle. "It's illegal in our world and this man Dumbledore is talking about and we saw in the Pensive thing happens to be a shadowhunter. A long-dead shadowhunter. The very first shadowhunter. I can see the appeal in power but what would he do? We're perfectly fine." She trailed off, her eyes distant. Jace shook his head as if trying to find a reason that would go against her logic. Harry and Ron looked mystified to be pulled into this conversation. I was a bit confused, too, but I figured Dumbledore would explain it.
"I need backup," Dumbledore muttered.
"We'll help defend against Jonathan Shadowhunter if he has demons or whatever brought him back, but we might need reinforcements. There is an institute in London..." Alec looked thoughtful. "It isn't too far from here."
Jace gave a grim smile. "And Owen Herondale runs it. Practically a family member. I'm sure he wouldn't mind us contacting him for help with demons. I've heard he's quite..." Jace trailed off, an annoyed expression on his face.
"Enlightening? Narcissistic? Ignorant?" Magnus put forth.
"Yes. Narcissistic and he believes he can do anything. And ignorant. As well as being a bastard." Jace sneered. It was odd seeing his usual smirk replaced with something.
"Must be a family trait," Clary teased. Jace looked indignant.
"I-" Clary stopped him and he sighed, realizing she was teasing him.
"How will you contact him?" I asked, breaking the silence. "We have owls-"
"We have our own ways of contacting," Magnus said swiftly. "Ragnor Fell, an old friend, is the High Warlock of London. Besides, I know how to get messages beyond these magical walls."

(Alec)

"Okay, so tell me about Ragnor Fell," I asked as Magnus hurried down the corridor in front of me. We had just finished making plans to contact the London Institute and how to proceed from there.

"He's green."

"Wait, what?" I asked.

"He is green. His demon trait is him being green," Magnus repeated. "With, um, horns."

"Okay," I replied, though the green part wasn't exactly what I wanted Magnus to tell me about. I was used to Magnus's friends that had odd things about them because of their half-demon parentage. Like Magnus's yellow-green cat eyes.

"Alec, I have you my journal. Read it so you don't keep asking questions," Magnus said. His voice held a tinge of exasperation.

"Fine. I'll drop it. Now how do you reach Ragnor Fell?"

Magnus went off explaining the various aspects of warlock communication, not realizing he was leaving glittery green-gold footprints in his wake.

"Magnus." I gently turned him around so that he could see the footprints. He erased them with a flick of his wrist and then kept walking, right out to the edge of school grounds. Raising his hands, a clap of thunder sounded and then Magnus started walking back up to the castle. Clary and Jace had gone to a room and Simon and Izzy were nowhere to be seen. I was glad I didn't have to share a room with any of them. Straight people. They could never control themselves. Thinking of that reminded me of when we were in the demon world and both pairs had gone off.

"When will he respond?" I asked Magnus.

"He already did. In the clap of thunder, we talked. Fell said he will alert Owen Herondale and round up forces to help fight Jonothan Shadowhunter. He's bound to know that we are here already. Probably has spies everywhere," Magnus replied, turning to me. I kissed him quickly before continuing on to our room. I heard him sigh as he followed me back.

"Should we check on Maryse, Max, and Rafe?" I turned to Magnus, and he nodded. I wrote a short letter, and Magnus added on the end. I watched as smooth loopy handwriting flowed from his fingertips. At last, he finished and sent it up in flames.

"Hopefully they'll get back to us soon," Magnus said cheerfully and I pictured Max and Rafe. Max, with his little toddler legs and shining blue face. Rafe, with his messy dark hair and brilliant smile. I missed them, but hopefully, this would be resolved soon and we could go back. About half an hour later, a fire message appeared for us. Maryse's print was intermingled with big blocky handwriting from Max and scribbles from Rafe. Maryse assured us that they were fine and Max was turning his hair different shades of pink before moving onto Rafe's hair and turning it purple. I laughed when I read it and told Magnus, "you'll have to change it back once we get back. I doubt Max will want to change it." Magnus chuckled and nodded.

Outside, the sun began to sink below the horizon and I changed quickly, then pulled myself under the covers. Magnus joined me there and together we fell into a deep sleep.