Author's note: Thank you guys for the comments. I will write another chapter for each one of the characters. Here's the first one. Enjoy!

(my apologies for bad grammar or spelling)

*disclamer* I do not own any of the characters :(

Max's pov

Max woke up with a bad taste in his mouth. He wondered where it came from before the memories came flooding back. Suddenly Max felt a pang of guilt. He stayed in bed for a little while longer then quietly got dressed and left his room. He closed his eyes and hoped that it had all been a terrible nightmare, but when he opened his eyes, he saw the remains of their Livingroom. The floor, walls and ceiling were black with burn marks and ash, the couch was torn apart, the door was broken down, broken picture frames on the floor, glass shattered all over the floor, ichor- and bloodstains on the walls and floor. It was quite obvious that there had been quite a fight here. Again Max felt the unbearable weight of guilt. How many people had gotten hurt because of him? Max thought. Will his parents disown him? After a while of thinking an important thought shot though is head. He had broken the law! It was illegal to summon such a demon. And the spell he used, it came from the white book. The white book. If the clave found out he wouldn't just bring himself in danger, but his Ayah too. Max started panicking, he was breathing hard. Standing in the middle of the Livingroom, he was alone with his thoughts, but his train of panicked thoughts was cut short by a familiar voice. "Max." Max turned around, and saw his father standing at the kitchen door.

Max didn't dared to look his father in the eyes when he spoke. "Dad I-" He was cut short by his father. "Come here Max." His father said. Max obeyed. He was surprised when his father pulled him into a hug. Max couldn't help it, he broke down. The tears were running down his cheeks and were making his father's shirt wet. "I'm sorry." Max sobbed. "Shhhh… It's okey." His father said while gently stroking is back. They stood like that for a while before his father stepped back and lead him towards the kitchen table.

His father offered him a cup of tea from a teapot that he hadn't noticed before. Max's hands shook when he took the cup of tea. He didn't know what to say to his father, but before he could say something his father stood up and said: "You must be hungry, wait here." After that he vanished into the kitchen. Max hadn't realized that he was hungry until his father laid some bagels in front of him. His father waited patiently as he stuffed himself with bagels. After he swallowed the bite of his bagel, he saw that his father was about to say something. Here it comes. Max thought. He was probably just stalling time until the clave comes and arrest me.

But what came out of his father's mouth was not at all what Max expected. "I'm so glad that you're alright Max." his father said. Max stared blankly at his father. "So- so you're not kicking me out of the house or handing me over to the clave?" Max asked. His father looked surprised, but then he started laughing. "Max, yes you're an idiot sometimes." He said. "But I will never ever kick you out of the house, let alone handing you over to the clave." Max felt like a giant weight was lifted of his chest, he sighed with relieve. "But that doesn't mean that you don't need to explain yourself." His father said. Max felt his chest tighten. "It doesn't have to be now. I have to bring a rapport to the institute." Seeing Max's panicked face he said: "Don't worry, it isn't a rapport about you, but a rapport about a demon incident last week. But when I get back I want to hear a full explanation about your actions." "Okey dad." Max answered.

Before his father left their apartment Max noticed the something. "Dad?" Max asked. "What is it Max?" His father said. "The bagels. The shop is closed until Thursday, where did you get these?" Max asked. "It's Friday Max, you've been out for three days." His father answered. Max was surprised to hear that. "I'll be back in 20. You better get your story straight before that." "I will dad." After that his father left.

Max poured himself a cup of tea, sat down at the kitchen table and started thinking about what he would tell his father when he came back.

"So." His father said as they sat down once again at the kitchen table. "Start explaining."

Here it goes. Max thought. He took a deep breath and started talking. "It all started when I first learned about warlocks from Ayah. He told me that warlocks were born from a demon father and a mortal mother. After that I started wondering about my parents." Max was glad that his father didn't interrupted him. He took a sip of the tea in front of him and continued.

"A few days after that you and Ayah told me that I was left in front of the shadowhunters academy. And a few days after that I asked Ayah about how he found out who his father was. He changed the subject immediately. I tried to let it go, but my mind kept drifting back towards the question, so I decided to search for my mother." Max saw his father's hurt expression before he straightened his face. Max couldn't look his father in the eyes so he looked at the cup of tea in his hands and continued. "I tried a few tracking spells but they didn't work. So one day I walked into Ayah's study while I was alone and I found the White book. In the white book I found some more advanced magic spells. But none of them would help me find my mother. "That's when I found a spell to summon my demon father. I figured that if I could summon him, I might get some answers about both my parents at the same time. So I started preparing for the summoning. I went to different stores for ingredients and started practicing more magic so that I would be powerful enough to perform the spell. The preparations took months but last week I was finally ready, I just had to wait for the right moment to perform it. So when you and Ayah were going out for dinner I took the chance. And we both know what happened after that."

They sat in silence for a few minutes before his father broke the silence. "Wat I want to know," his father said. "Is why you went through all that effort? I mean, I understand that you are curious but why?" Max took a sip of his tea before he answered. "After that you and Ayah told me how you found me, I wanted to know my mother. I-I just wanted to know what kind of woman she is." Max said. "I wanted to know what kind of mother would leave her son in front a place where she knows that there's a chance that he would be killed." His voice broke, there was a tear rolling down his cheek. "I wanted to know what kind of mother she would be if I was normal." His father stood up, walked towards him and pulled him in a hug. The tears were streaming down his cheeks. Max didn't care, he continued. "I wanted to know if she ever if she wanted me dead. I wanted to know…" Max was whispering now. "If she ever loved me." His father hugged him tightly. "You know," his father said. "Your father and I too had once tried to find her." Max was surprised to hear that. "But," his father continued. "When we were about to find her, we stopped." His father looked down and met Max's eyes. "We stopped because we knew that it would do neither us nor your mother any good. And I think that deep down you know that too."

His father was right, Max knew that. He knew that his mother probably wouldn't want to see him, that he would just put the both of them through hell. But he wanted so badly to belief that she regretted to leave him. That she didn't wanted to leave him. Max knew that it was just a dream, a dream that would never be true.

Max dried his eyes. "Even though I've forgiven you," his father said. "You are still getting a punishment." "I understand" Max said. He had secretly been hoping that his father would be too busy with other things and that he forgot about punishments. "As you can see," his father said. "Our Livingroom is a complete disaster. Your punishment is to restore the Livingroom. Usually your father does that, but since that he's A) still unconscious and B) Not allowed to use magic for the next month or longer until he's better. You'll have to fall in for him. But you too are not allowed to use magic, so if I were you, I'd start working." "Yes sir!" Max said with a smile.

"I do hope that you will not turn our Livingroom into a total unfashionable disaster dear." A familiar voice said from the master bedroom door. Max and his father turned towards the voice. "Magnus!" His father said.

Hey guys I hope you liked it. I don't know when I will be updating but I hope soon.

Author out!