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And this is back to Jace's POV from the end of chapter 4!


Thankfully, it wasn't Harry and his godfathers at the door, but his family…and Magnus. He didn't think he was ready. More time, even just a few minutes, would make all the difference to Jace's confidence that had been lacking since this was planned. Hopefully it wasn't too noticeable that his Jace-ness wasn't on spot.

"You look nice," Alec commented. Magnus was next to him and he saw his sister behind the couple, and they all came inside, taking off coats and shoes.

"Thanks," Jace replied.

Isabelle gave him a hug that screamed 'I missed you' with the strength behind it—while he and Alec spent a lot of time together, Izzy was at the Institute still and he rarely went there. Even demon hunting Isabelle wasn't there as much as Alec. Jace felt bad; he should've tried harder to be with her.

She stepped back and smiled at him. "I'm surprised you put this much effort into impressing someone, Jace. With Clary you never did anything at all like this."

"He loves this boy, Isabelle," Magnus teased, sitting on the couch.

Jace glared at him. "Behave yourself, warlock."

Magnus conjured a glass cup—wine, probably, from the red color—and sipped it before saying, "Ooh, I'm scared witless."

There was the urge to shake him until he passed out and shake him awake and tell the witty warlock just how important this night was to him. It would bring Harry and Jace closer and he really wanted to be closer to the wizard. He wanted nothing but to be close to him and his beautiful body and that deep accented voice. And Magnus wasn't going to ruin it by being a snarky ass, by making Jace look stupid. Not. Tonight.

Alec came over to him when he saw the rage and annoyance rapidly growing. He put his hand on his brother's shoulder. "We won't ruin this for you. Magnus promised to not—"with that word Alec looked at Magnus with conviction "mess anything up. If he does…" Alec's cheeks turned pink but kept his glaring eyes at Magnus and they seemed to burn hard enough because Magnus looked away.

Jace assumed the worst, because only that would make Magnus look this way. Alec was probably going to deny him sex. His parabatai was harsh but…he was sort of glad for that. It was more assurance for Jace of this night being perfect.

Magnus started to speak. "Jace, I can see you really love this wizard—"

"I don't love—"

"No," Magnus interjected, holding up a hand. "I can see you love Harry and I want you to know I won't 'mess anything up', if only for your happiness, blondie. I may joke and poke fun, in other cases I may go too far, but when it comes to love…" He shrugged, sipping more wine, not saying anything else, but Jace got the gist of his words despite the silence.

Alec grinned. "See?"

Jace rolled his eyes and smiled. "Sappy warlock."

"Love sick Shadowhunter."

Jace jumped when his doorbell rang again before he could make a comeback. This time, without a doubt, it was Harry and his pseudo parents.

"Don't look so scared," Isabelle whispered. "They're wizards, right? They can smell it on you." She laughed.

Jace nudged her away and she went to stand with Alec and whisper things while watching him move to the front door again.

He took her words to heart, and though wizards could not smell fear or anything—did they? Damn Izzy and her teasing, she always got to him—they could probably see it on him. Besides, he could hide it, he wasn't that scared.

Okay, that was a blatant lie. Jace was terrified. Terrified of how Harry would think of his family and if he would like them or hate them or something in-between, or if he would never want to see Jace again. And he was terrified of Sirius and Remus, mostly Remus because he was a werewolf and probably very caring of Harry and probably didn't like that Jace was a Shadowhunter one bit. That probability was very high, too.

Despite his terror, he put on a brave face. He slid on that confidence with ease like putting on a pair of slippers, he wore his Jace smile that was sure to win over anyone, and he opened the door.

Harry looked beautiful. He wore just what Jace had hoped he'd wear—the sparkling-gold lined green scarf—"For our eyes", Jace had said—around his neck, lifting the color of his iris's into a brighter shade of emerald. A black knitted sweater defined his lean chest and he had on casual brown pants. The simplicity made Harry look at the more unique and pretty.

Jace's smile transformed into a true, big grin and he pulled Harry in for a hug. "Evening, babe."

Harry gripped his waist a little longer than he should have, but pulled away to greet him with a perfect smile complete with small dimples. "Evening."

They stared at each other and probably would have longer if not for the loud cough from behind Harry.

Harry blushed. "Oh, uh, right…" He turned halfway and Jace saw two people. A shaggy black haired man with a scowl was on the right of a light-brown haired man who had scars on his face, both men holding hands fitted with gloves. The one with the scars, Jace thought he was the werewolf, held a tray in his hands—the dessert, Jace assumed. "These are my godfathers. On the right is Sirius and the left is Remus."

Jace smiled softly when Remus did, the man stepping forward off the sidewalk to shake his hand. The werewolf's eyes were the kindest he'd ever seen, a forest green. "It's a pleasure to meet you. Harry is practically obsess—"

"Moony!" Harry shrieked.

Jace frowned for a moment at the name, but said nothing otherwise. "Well, I can't say I haven't been obsessed, either, because I would be lying."

Remus chuckled. "Good."

Sirius scoffed, and Jace knew, then, that he had it wrong-Remus wasn't the one to worry about, Sirius was. It was in his stance, the anger. Why anger, Jace did not know, or perhaps it wasn't even that, it might just be hatred. "Can we come in now, yeah? I'm freezing out here," the older wizard complained.

Jace opened his door wider and took Harry's hand, bringing him inside. "Come on in."

Remus nodded and gestured for Sirius to follow, the man mumbling to his self. He was a strong personality, that's for sure.

Magnus and his siblings were around the couch, the warlock sitting and sipping wine still, his siblings standing and chatting. When Jace shut the door they turned and smiled.

Once his new guests had taken off their outer clothing, Jace gave introductions like Harry did. And they stood by each other, just watching, and waiting. Like both of them were curious as to how this would go—Jace realized he wasn't alone in the nervousness of tonight. Harry's hand was shaking in his, and he squeezed it once, and went back to watching the five others.

Sirius narrowed his eyes at Magnus, not in a rude way, more of an analyzing way. "You're a warlock, yeah?"

Magnus nodded. "I am."

Sirius grinned. "Haven't hung with a warlock in years. This one, 's name was…Perturbo, yeah, that was it, and he was one to love mischief." Sirius glanced at Remus, eye twinkling. "Before I met you, Rem, I was a bit of a troublemaker."

Remus laughed boisterously. "You needn't tell me twice, love."

"It makes sense that this warlock caused so much trouble," Magnus said. "Latin translations are usually spot-on."

Remus nodded. "Yes. His name does translate to the English language into 'trouble'." Jace got the feeling of 'scholar' or 'teacher' when he spoke just then; it was in his tone of voice.

Alec chuckled. "I don't think every name is so 'spot-on'."

Remus raised a brow. "Oh?"

His brother's face was a lighter shade of red, from having all eyes on him, especially from these two who he felt he had to please for Jace. He had a good brother, one who was willing to do anything for him, even come out of his comfort zone—Alec had always been shy but one to speak his mind about things. Usually Alec was talkative, but in the company of newcomers he was not, and these newcomers were important and Jace was proud to see Alec shedding more shell. Magnus was helping with that, too.

"Well…Magnus's name…for example."

Magnus huffed. "Alec, darling, that's… I'm…" He sighed. "I suppose 'great destruction' I am not. But great I am. Very much."

Everyone laughed. During the laughter, Harry tugged him away, stealing the tray covered with tin-foil from Remus's hands, and led Jace into the kitchen. Jace watched his ass as he walked away, not ashamed, because it looked damn good in those pants.

"It smells great in here," Harry commented, setting his dessert on the counter.

"Really? Good." If it smelt good, hopefully it would taste good.

Harry turned around, palms behind him on the counter, a smirk on his lips. "You seem nervous, Jace."

"So do you."

"I am."

"Me too."

They stared at each other for a second, and then laughed.

"I'm just glad I'm not alone in that," Harry muttered.

Smiling, Jace nodded. He walked over to grasp Harry's hips in his hands, and leaned in for a kiss when somebody walked over. Usually Jace would just keep going, not shy of PDA, but it was Sirius so Jace stepped back a little, his hands keeping their place on Harry's hips.

"Siri," Harry said, and Jace heard the warning in his tone.

The shaggy-haired man had his lips pressed together tight. "Can you leave us alone for a minute, Harry?" he asked, and sounded somewhat polite when he did.

Jace gave his nod to his boyfriend when he gave him an asking look, and Harry kissed him on the cheek before leaving him alone with Sirius Black. Jace was undeniably anxious of what would happen.

"My godson is very precious to me, Shadowhunter," Sirius began. "He's been through a lot in his life and has had a lot of bad things happen to him, and I won't have you ruining anything good that will happen."

Jace raised a brow, arms crossing over his chest as he leaned on the wall next to his fridge. "Am I not good for him?" he asked. "If Harry is happy, how is that not good?"

The wizard frowned. "Harry is happy with you. But…"

Jace sighed. He could see it now, why Sirius hated him. Or thought he hated Jace. Sirius was angry because Jace was a Shadowhunter, and Harry had been in a war starring as the main part in it, and Sirius probably thought he would bring Harry back into one and it would get him hurt. Sirius was angry at Jace because he was a Shadowhunter, and his job wasn't exactly safe.

"I'm guessing you're just worried about him. Does this have to do with my status as a Shadowhunter?"

The man grumbled. "You kill Downworlders."

Jace smirked. "Only if they've been bad, and I told Harry on our first night together that I only kill if they are justifiable of a death sentence."

"And you decide that? You decide, a teenager, whether somebody lives or dies?"

"Not usually. If I'm able to I capture the…accused, let's say, and bring them to the Clave, that is where they decide punishment. But if I'm ordered to kill then I do." He paused for a moment, thinking on the past kills with his siblings. "And if they provoke me or try to kill me or my parabatai or my sister I will kill them," he said, his eyes hard. He would kill anything that tried to wound his family again, without hesitation.

Sirius pursed his lips. "I—"

"I don't understand why you're angry at me," Jace said, stepping away from the wall. "I'm not doing anything wrong, am I? Is me being with Harry wrong to you? Because that would be hypocritical if you thought that way."

After quick narrowing of his eyes that Jace wouldn't notice if he wasn't who he was, Sirius sighed loudly. He folded his arms over his chest. "I do worry for him," he said, chin titled up. "And I will always worry for Harry." Jace waited, seeing something lurking in the man's dark eyes. "And he is happy with you, any blind man could see that, but your life is…dangerous."

Jace nodded. "Yes. But I'm guessing Harry can handle himself."

Sirius smiled. "Well, of course he can, I did teach him a few things, you know."

Jace was going to say something he hoped would make everything pleasant and agreeable between him and Harry's godfather, if his instincts were correct. "There is no war, there will not be a war, and if there is I will keep Harry out of it, even if he begs me not to, and begs to help. But as far as I know," he said, shrugging, "there are only a few who want to take over the world, and trust me when I say none of them have the strength to do it."

Sirius was silent for a moment. Jace was curious if he had pegged his instincts wrong, that this wizard wasn't worried about that at all, but he knew he was right when the man reached his hand out for Jace to shake.

Jace took Sirius's hand gladly and smiled as he shook it.

"After all my family has been through I had to see if you were safe. If you were serious with my godson."

"My family's had some…hard times, too, so I understand."

Sirius hummed, taking a step back. "I heard. About all of that."

Jace swallowed. He couldn't do this. Have a deep talk about his past with Valentine to Harry's godfather of all people. If he couldn't have one with Alec, or Magnus who just loved to become involved with emotional things and fix people, then why would he with Sirius, even if he was like Harry's second father?

Thank the angels for Remus Lupin, who came in just then before the serious talk could begin. The werewolf easily moved into Sirius's side, and Jace saw how perfect they were for each other, like a perfect portrait of a couple. The way Remus's eyes twinkled—no, really, they sort of did—while looking down at Sirius, who was smiling with a hint of mischief in the corners of his lips and the crinkles of amusement were at his eyes' edges.

"Sirius, I hope you aren't bothering Jace."

"'Course not, hon!" Sirius winked.

Jace left them when it became too much—he wasn't familiar with being the third wheel and feeling uncomftrtable at the same time. He walked out to the living room see Harry smiling with everyone as they all talked; he came over to say the food was done and pull Harry alongside him to sit next to him.

Everything was going well, so far, if the little bump with Sirius didn't count in the 'everything' category. At the table once Jace gave out the food everyone talked and joked and smiled, Magnus gave him thumbs up about the food, and Jace and Harry held hands under the table and gave each other a look that spoke a thousand happiness's that this worked. It meant their families could get off their backs and that they could get closer—Jace couldn't wait for that. And from how Harry's hand was getting further up his pants leg, apparently the wizard couldn't, either. That, or he was just being a little tease.


I have more family dinner in the next chapter :) without the dinner, but Harry's dessert will be present. Yum. Me want.

QUESTION: What did you think of the Jace and Sirius talk?

AND SOON BAD THINGS WILL HAPPEN! I mean, I have to have a bad guy, to keep things interesting right? :)

Any mistakes are my bad. Sorryz. Laziness and all. Bleh.

-Eve