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Clary POV

Isabelle and Clary were walking through the forest back to Alicante. Clary always walked back with Isabelle when she came to visit. Isabelle could never find her way through all the trees.

They were both carrying luggage. Isabelle had a large enough suitcase that could enough clothes for a month! Isabelle had only been staying with Clary for three days!

Clary was bringing a smaller suitcase and the servants would send the rest of her stuff through the portal connecting her room to Isabelle's.

"Ugh! Why couldn't we just portal to Alicante!" Moaned Isabelle.

Clary froze. Isabelle knew about her rune talent. She didn't know that Clary could make a portal. She hadn't made one since the day Jonathan…

"I can make one…" Clary said, waiting for Isabelle's reaction. Isabelle stopped and stared at her. "I can make a portal…" Clary said again, unsure if it was a good idea.

"WHAT? FOR HOW LONG?!" Isabelle shouted, looking astonished.

"Since I was five. I haven't made one since the first time though." Clary said smiling at Isabelle who stared wide-eyed at her. Clary was beginning to think she was going to be mad at her for not trusting her enough to tell her when…

"You mean to tell me that we have walked through this damned forest for the last nine YEARS, when you could have just teleported us into the freaking city?" she shrieked. Clary suppressed the urge to laugh.

"I could portal us to the outside of the city. It was protection surrounding it." Clary said finally laughing at Isabelle's furious expression.

"Why did you not tell me before?!" Isabelle looked like she was resisting the urge to pounce on Clary. "Do you realize how many good shoes I've ruined having to walk through this forest?!"

"Sorry! But my father said I wasn't supposed to. That it would cause unwanted attention." Clary said just realizing how stupid that sounded. Had she really believed that for the last nine years?

"Um Clary? You do realize that sounds-" Clary held up her hand to make her stop talking. "I just realized that myself." She said, glaring at Isabelle who was now laughing.

"Stop laughing! Do you want me to make a portal or not?" Clary threatened. Isabelle immediately sobered up.

Clary walked towards a wide tree. She never used a stele on anything but herself and a wall. She closed her eyes and imagined the rune she had used all those years ago. She also kept the fringe of trees in her mind. She wouldn't be able to portal into the city and she didn't want to be seen coming out of a portal.

She heard Isabelle gasp as Clary finished the rune. She opened her eyes and was satisfied with her work. Instead of the glowing portal like the last one, it showed the place she had imagined. She saw the tree's and could just about see some of the buildings of Alicante.

Clary turned around to Isabelle, satisfied with her shocked expression.

"You have got to teach me how to do that!" Isabelle said loudly. Clary chuckled.

"I don't think it's something you can learn. But I can show you the rune later?" Clary said. Isabelle nodded in agreement, and then walked through the portal.

Isabelle looked around her in astonishment. Clary smirked before punching the portal, sending shards to the ground. She then took out her stele and drew another rune on her wrist to disguise herself. She made a habit of doing so. Isabelle understood and never questioned her on it.

"We have time to get something to eat." Isabelle said smiling at her. "Now that we got here an hour early!" Clary nodded in agreement. She didn't eat much breakfast, Isabelle ate nothing.

They entered the city, earning a few strange looks as they were carrying luggage. They were easily ignored by the two girls.

They entered the same café Clary had entered the first time she came to Alicante. It was unchanged, except there was new staff.

Isabelle and Clary sat at a booth that could fit four people. They hid their luggage under the table to draw less attention.

A waitress came over and took their order. Clary ordered waffles and Isabelle ordered an omelet with French toast.

When the waitress left, Clary started getting excited about going to New York.

"Oh I should warn you, we're six hours ahead here. When we get to New York it's going to be nine AM!" Isabelle told her.

"Oh right. Different time zones. Anything else I should know?" she asked. Isabelle seemed nervous about something. She looked around them to make sure no one was listening. This confused Clary. Isabelle leaned forward.

"There is something you should know. Mom and dad haven't told Jace your whole name…" Isabelle said barely above a whisper. Clary looked at her really confused.

"Why? Which part of my name?" she asked simply.

"Your last name. Everyone knows your dad. Mom and dad are worried he'll let it slip and tell the clave." She said looking around, wary.

"I'm not ashamed of who my dad is!" Clary said in an angry whisper. Isabelle hushed her.

"I'm not saying you are! But if the clave found out, then they would interrogate you, me and my whole family!" Isabelle said leaning back in her seat.

Their food had arrived and they tucked in. They ate in silence.

Clary didn't know what to say. Would this Jace really turn the Lightwoods into the clave? Why would he?

That's when she realized she didn't know much about Jace. Isabelle talked about him but after being told he was tall, handsome and often hooked up with girls, she lost interest. She wanted to learn more about her potential threat.

"What's Jace like?" Clary said after swallowing a large amount of waffle. Isabelle groaned.

"Have you listened to a word I have said about him?" she asked exasperated.

"Bit and pieces." Clary lied. It wasn't entirely untrue.

"What do you want to know?" she asked.

Why do you think he would turn us all in to the clave? "How old is he?" she decided to ask.

"He's a year older than us. Next question."

"Jace? Is that a nickname?"

"Yeah! Mom picked it out."

"What's his real name?"

"Jonathan Christopher Wayland" Clary froze. He had the same first and second name as her brother! She was going to call him Jace. She couldn't call anyone Jonathan.

"What does he look like?"

"Have you seriously never heard a word I say about him?" Clary smiled sheepishly. "He's tall, kind of tanned and has blonde hair."

"Personality?" Isabelle seemed to consider what to say.

"Immature, arrogant, sarcastic, good fighter, pain in the ass, smart and an excellent piano player."

"Dislikes?"

"Why do you want to know?"

"Have to learn his weaknesses" Clary said with a wink. Isabelle suppressed a laugh.

"Um he hates ducks, people touching his hair and refuses to believe that someone might be a better fighter than him." Isabelle said, sounding annoyed at the last part. Clary smiled devilishly.

"I take that as a challenge!" Clary said. Isabelle looked confused before mirroring her smile.

"I like the way you think!" Isabelle said, finishing her breakfast and standing up. "We better get back to explain to mom and dad that you're allowed to visit!" Isabelle said taking her luggage out and counting money to pay for her meal. Clary did the same.

"I was wondering about that. Did they convince to persuade him to let me go?" She asked. It was Isabelle's turn to turn sheepish.

"Yeah. They told me to try. I had practiced what I was going to say, but it didn't come out the way I hoped." She said looking at her perfect nails.

Clary kept smiling and hugged her.

"Thank you." She said into Isabelle's ear. "It means a lot. Also, don't believe a word Jace says. You're an amazing shadowhunter. I would be terrified if I had to fight you." Clary said breaking the hug.

Isabelle smiled brightly at her. Clary hadn't been lying. She was an incredible hunter!

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Still a Clary POV

As they walked towards the Lightwoods house, Clary began to imagine what New York was like. All she knew was what she read in books and what Isabelle told her.

Clary and Isabelle were talking excitedly.

"I should warn you. Max still has a little crush on you." Isabelle informed her. Clary giggled.

The last time she had seen max, he blushed every time she talked to him. It was adorable. He always followed her around the house and once cried when they were leaving to go back to New York. Clary hoped he grew out of it soon. But it was still sweet.

"Still? Should I worry that you are encouraging him?" Isabelle laughed.

"I think Jace is the one encouraging him. He's teaching max cheesy pick up lines and trying to get him to act cool." Clary rolled her eyes.

"I'm starting to dislike Jace more and more." Isabelle laughed. "Don't say I didn't warn you!"

They had made it to the Lightwoods. Clary wasn't surprised to see a little boy sitting on the porch.

"CLARY!" he shouted, running towards Clary and hugging her waist.

"Hi Max. Wow you got big!" Clary said to the little boy. That was definitely a lie.

Max was small for his age, and hated to be reminded. He was seven, but looked around five. He had black hair and grey eyes which were behind over-sized glasses.

The little boy smiled up at her in appreciation.

"Thanks! Why do you have a suitcase?" he asked in a rush. He wasn't blushing as much as usual.

"Clary is coming with us." Isabelle told him.

Clary watched his face light up with the news. She was starting to think he would always have a crush on her.

"Oh really? Great! How long? Do mom and dad know?" he asked. Was he hopped up on sugar?

"Few weeks. We are just on the way to tell them." Clary smiled at him. He blushed.

"Yay! I'm going to tell Alec!" he then raced into the house.

Isabelle and Clary looked at each other before bursting into fits of laughter. Max was the sweetest kid, but he was hyper-active!

Isabelle and Clary entered the house and were greeted by a smiling Maryse and Robert.

"So I guess Max was telling the truth?" Maryse said walking towards Clary and pulling her into a hug. Clary returned the hug.

The Lightwoods were like family to her. She felt more comfortable showing emotion around them than her father.

"It depends. Did he tell you I was allowed to visit? Or say I was marrying him?" Clary chuckled.

They all found Max's crush funny.

"I'd rather my son didn't get married till he's a little older." Robert said laughing. "And yes he told us Valentine agreed to let you visit. What made him change his mind?" he asked.

"My father was full of surprises this weekend, actually." Clary said. "He also said Isabelle and I could be parabatai!"

"Oh that's wonderful! We can get that sorted as soon as possible! We don't want him changing his mind!" Maryse said in a strange tone. "How long are you allowed to stay for?" she asked.

"He said three weeks!" Isabelle answered.

"Yeah, Isabelle convinced him to let me visit!" Clary smiled at the blushing girl.

"Really?" asked Robert, surprised. Clary glared at him.

"You sound surprised." She said. Robert ignored her and smiled proudly at his daughter.

"We should have got you to convince him to let Clary visit sooner!" Isabelle smiled.

Maryse looked at her watch then turned to her husband.

"It's nearly one o clock. Didn't you say you had to speak with Hodge?" she said.

"Oh right. Better get going than." Robert said. He kissed his wife, then ruffled Isabelle's and Clary's hair making the two girls yell in protest. He left after chuckling at them.

Clary spent the next two hours helping the Lightwoods pack up. She didn't understand why they brought so much stuff with them for just a few days!

She was back to her red hair, pale skin and green eyes. Isabelle had complained that her blonde hair, grey eyes and ivory skin wasn't as pretty.

Alec had been happy to see her. Every time someone mentioned Clary visiting, Clary caught Isabelle giving Alec a worried glance. Clary was having a confusing day.

At 2:45, The Lightwoods and Clary left to go meet Ragnor Fell. He was a warlock. They were meeting him at the edge of the city. He was to make a portal for them to New York.

They arrived at the arranged spot and saw the portal, but no warlock. There was a note.

I made the portal for your husband, and it should stay open for your family. Hurry through before it closes. I am not in the mood for visitors. –R.F.

They entered through the portal one by one. Clary turned around and said goodbye to Idris before joining the Lightwoods.

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Jonathan POV

Jonathan was back in England. He had arrived barely half an hour ago, and he immersed himself into his sisters sketch book.

The first picture was of the Lightwood girl. She seemed to be holding a whip.

Jonathan was amazed at how incredible the picture looked. He remembered overhearing his sister mutter about not being able to do portraits. How could someone with so much talent, be so oblivious?

He looked through all the sketches. Some were of Isabelle Lightwood, their father, a picture of Jonathan before he died. She drew him with wings.

The one sketch that got his attention was the man she had drawn and tried to rip out of the book. Who was he? And why did she draw him?

He was brought back to reality as a knocking came from his door. He placed the sketch book between his mattress and bed frame. He didn't want anyone looking at it. He already felt like he was invading his sister's privacy.

He opened the door, and Lilith stood in front of him. Her face was expressionless.

"Your father wants to speak with you." She said.

Jonathan was furious. She had whipped him SEVEN times! His back felt like someone had walked over him with broken glass shoes!

"Right now? I just got home!" he said through gritted teeth.

"He said it was urgent." She replied. She didn't sound angry or apologetic.

"I'm pretty sure it can wait." He said, trying to shut the door.

"He said it's about Clarissa." He froze. Damn it! She knew his weakness!

"Fine. Where's the portal?" he asked stepping out of his room.

Lilith created a portal right in front of him. He didn't hesitate to enter. He heard the portal shatter as he stepped into his old home and faced his father.

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Clary POV

Clary stared up at the institute. She was shocked. Isabelle had told her it was the remains of an old cathedral. It was but it still looked incredible.

She followed Isabelle up the path, steps and into the hallway. She could already tell there was going to be a lot of walking.

"Leave your bags down. Isabelle can show you to the kitchen. You must be hungry by now!" Maryse told them.

Isabelle and Clary didn't tell her they had eaten.

"Okay mom! Shouldn't we get Jace? He might not have gotten breakfast yet." Isabelle said.

"I'll go get him." Maryse said, already halfway down the hall.

Isabelle led Clary and Alec through the halls of the institute. Clary could definitely see herself getting lost!

They eventually made it to the kitchen. It wasn't as big as Clary's from home, but it was still big. Clary and Alec sat down at the table while Isabelle went to get them snacks.

"So what do you think of the institute so far?" Alec asked her, smiling. He hadn't spoken in a while.

"It's huge! How do you not get lost?" she asked.

"Church! He's a cat, but he knows his way around. Just tell him where you want to go or who you're looking for and he'll show you" Isabelle said. She was gathering things from the fridge.

Clary looked at Alec who seemed to be having the same thought.

Was Isabelle making the snack?

"Um where's the bathroom?" Clary asked. Alec glared at her. They did this for years.

Every time they were in the kitchen with Isabelle who decided to cook, one of them would make an excuse to leave, leaving the other to suffer Isabelle's food. Then when they came back, Isabelle wouldn't make you eat her food as the first victim looked ready to be sick.

"When you're outside the door, turn right, and then go to the end of the hall. There is a door on the left. The bathroom is through there." Isabelle said oblivious to Alec's glaring.

Clary smirked at him as she walked to the door. She turned to face the door, just as it went full smack into her head. She grunted then groaned before losing consciousness.

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Jace POV

CRAP! Who did he hit?

He opened the door, slowly and peered around it.

Isabelle and Alec were staring at him, horrified. Isabelle dropped whatever she was doing and ran to a body on the floor. He looked down and gasped.

It was Clarissa! He recognized her from Isabelle's pictures. She looked more beautiful in person.

Her red hair looked like a curly halo around her face. She looked small and slim. He couldn't imagine her being a good fighter like Isabelle declared her to be.

He entered the kitchen and looked at her face, there was already a bruise forming on her forehead. Her eyes were closed and she had a lot of freckles across her nose and cheeks.

"Is she okay?" he asked. This was not how he wanted to meet her.

"I don't know! Why did you have to hit her with the door?" Hissed Isabelle.

"I didn't know she was behind it! He retorted.

Clarissa was stirring now. He could see movement under her eyelids. Alec seemed to realize she was waking up as he chuckled.

"I'd run if I were you." Alec told him.

Jace didn't understand till he felt something collide into him, knocking him to the floor. He looked up at what attacked him. He looked into the most sparkling green eyes, before feeling intense pain in his jaw.

So what do you all think? Please review or PM me!

I'm sorry the Jonathan part was short! I meant to write another POV for him, but it's now 2:12AM! I am just after spell checking this story for the last hour! and you know you're tired when a whole paragraph starts to look like one blurry sentence!

Please keep sending me book recommendations! I am making a list!

Here are my book recommendations:

The immortal rules by Julie Kagawa

Hush hush by Becca Fitzpatrick

Fallen by Lauren Kate

Till next time ~Maraudergirl68448