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Jonathan's POV

Despite my rune-enhanced hearing, I felt like I was deaf compared to when I had demon blood in me. So no matter how close I pressed my ear to the door, the only things I picked up from the whispered conversation was that Clary had come to look at the door and Arthur was coming to give me a nice pillow and blanket. How thoughtful of him. Though I can't say that he's the smartest guy alive, the runes he had put on the door had obviously been very good, but anyone who had met Clary would know that she was going to come back no matter what anyone told her so that she could copy out the runes.

Once the conversation ended, I scrambled towards the back of the room, closed my eyes and pretended to sleep.

I heard the door swing open and avoided flinching as I felt the footsteps coming nearer.

"Stop pretending, Jonathan would have woken up the minute he heard footsteps. Besides, I know you've been listening at the door."

What? Was I that obvious? And how on earth did he know I was listening at- Wait. Did he call me Jonathan? I opened my eyes and looked at him. It would probably be better to give up deceiving him at this point, but I wasn't about to give up.

"Hmm… what? Oh sorry, Arthur, you woke me up, what is it? Are the Clave here already?" I said in the sleepiest voice I could muster.

"Oh, give it up, Jonathan Morgenstern, I could sense your presence behind the door, and people don't move 10 metres in 2 seconds if they're asleep."

If the fact that he had known I had been listening in on him wasn't creepy enough, then his face starting to deform definitely was. It didn't stop at his face either. His legs were now shorter, his hair was growing and his clothes were changing too. When the figure stopped shaping, I no longer needed to crane my neck to look up at its face from my sitting position, in fact this person seemed to be just a couple of inches taller than Clary. And it was definitely the same gender as Clary, but with the face and body of the woman he had been dreaming of for months.

Hannah.

"Miss me?" She said, quirking an eyebrow.

My body got up from the ground on its own accord. "H-hannah? I never thought I would see- "

A sharp slap to the face stopped my sentence midway. It stung. I had seen Hannah hit people before, but I had never known that one day I would be the one receiving the blow. I could feel the anger welling up in my chest. I had only been trying to be friendly. I looked at her.

I felt the hot flames of rage die down as I caught one of her tears with my hand. She did have every right to be angry with me, I realised. Out of al the people I had hurt, all the lives I had taken, she must have been the most wounded by what I had done. "I guess I deserved that."

She swung her hand again and caught my other cheek. Okay, I knew I deserved this, but it still hurt my pride. She raised her hand. She was going to hit me again? No way. I shook my head internally. Not happening. I caught her wrist just before it could make contact with my face. She moved her other hand, but I caught it too. Thank the Angel Raziel for Shadowhunter reflexes.

She struggled and kicked me, nothing like how I knew she could do, but enough to hurt. I tightened my grip on her wrists. How a blind girl could aim her hits so well was a concept unknown to me yet completely familiar.

"Enough, Hannah. Enough." She stopped struggling and just looked at me helplessly. She was crying. When I was younger, I never thought I would have seen Hannah crying. That was until the war. The little girl who would stand up for herself against bullies twice her size and get beaten up in the process but not even shed a tear had cried, and cried, and cried after Father and I had made our first few moves in starting the war. I was ashamed to say that I had been the one who had caused her tears. I let go of her wrists and pulled her into a hug.

"Hannah… I'm so sorry, my Beautiful One."

Hannah's POV

My Beautiful One.

His nickname for me. I remembered the day he had started calling me it.

"Jonnie… It's cold! Can we go home yet? I promised Ji that I'd be back by 4.30… and wait, what time is it now?"

He sighed. "Nearly 5. But come on, Hannah, it's Sunday for the Angel's sake. Take a break from all your magic tricks and have fun for once! We'll just go to the graveyard and then we can go back immediately. Maybe we'll even see some ghosts!"

I knew he was just humouring me. Jonnie didn't believe in ghosts. But I did, and when I eventually saw one, because I would, I was going to talk to it. Nonetheless, the idea of seeing a ghost had gotten me excited, and completely forgetting all of Queen Jiwa's orders, I ran off, arm in arm with Jonnie.

As we peered at all the graves, me trying to sense for any ghosts, Jonnie just observing each grave carefully, he shouted suddenly. "Hannah, come here!"

I ran to where he was. My adventure with the ghosts of this graveyard was a dull one as of yet, and anything Jonnie found was usually interesting. I looked at him expectantly. He pointed at one of the gravestones.

"Here lies Hope Alberson, may she rest in peace knowing that she is and forever will be God's beautiful one." I read.

I raised my eyebrow. Well, tried to. I raised two instead. "So?"

Jonnie grinned at me. "God's beautiful one. Grace Hannah- "

I cringed. "Don't say it."

Jonnie shrugged, but his eyes were apologetic. He knew I wasn't ready to face my real name yet. It made me sort of a coward, I suppose, but Jonnie didn't care much and so neither did I. While I sorted myself out, everyone called me Hannah instead.

"Hannah, I have found your new name. The Beautiful One. My Beautiful One. There we go! Henceforth, you, Hannah, will be known as 'My Beautiful One'."

For years after that he called me the same name. I had told him over and over that I was neither his nor beautiful, but he ignored my protests. Once though, he had explained to me, insisting that the 'My" was only there because he had already gotten used to it and even if I didn't believe that I was beautiful on the outside I still had beauty on the inside. So sweet, right? Left. I mean, wrong. Over time I had come to realise that Jonnie had only been befriending me on his father's orders and I hated him. But, to quote War Horse, I could always hate him more, but I would never (ever) love him less. And of course I despised myself for it.

Life was just not fair. And here I was, in my best friend/ archenemy's arms, crying my heart out. I sighed. I had promised myself I would keep strong but all of that had been false hopes in my opinion. I sighed. Enough tears. There had been too many these few years.

I pushed myself away from him.

"Let's get down to business. You were supposed to save me, remember? Well, I think that was when I woke up, and now your fate is in my hands… so…" I raised both arms up looking at the ceiling. I decree that Jonathan Christopher Morgenstern live!" Nothing happened. Well, Jonnie was still alive, so I guess it worked. Okay, all done. Now, I had done my job. Well, part of it. The other part was to bring Jonnie to Cor so that he could undergo punishment there and then we would give him back to the Worlders (Nephilim and 'Downworlders') Cor was the Elemental City- most Elementals lived there, though more were based in each continent of the world. Those people were known as the Guardians and they managed the smaller problems in their respective continents.

Jonnie was happy, I could feel all the happy vibes coming off him, and that soured my mood just a little bit. He didn't deserve to be happy.

"Wipe that smile off your face, Morgenstern. I'll be back to collect you soon," I said, walking towards the door.

He sounded slightly startled at this. "You're going?"

What, you want me to stay? Yes, I'm going.

However, I refrained from saying this because sarcasm would only make us seem like friends again and he did not need to believe that was what we were. I levelled out my gaze, not saying anything and was about to push the door open when I felt it. Someone was coming this way, and since there were no other rooms of interest down here, they could only be here for one room. Or one door. By the sound of it, the light-footed tiptoes could only be from Clary, which meant she had decided not to heed my previous advice, and come back anyway.

It was fine, I would just teleport out of here. I closed my eyes, imagining Arthur's office and trying to move my body there, but just as I was about to step into said room, a brick-hard wall came out of nowhere and slammed into me. I stumbled backwards, cursing myself for putting anti-teleportation wards on this room. Ones that I hadn't learned to control yet, just put on and take off. I regained my composure as I glanced at Jonnie. I could feel him stifling a laugh and I snapped, "Oh, shut up!"

I heard a sharp intake of breath from a certain distance away. Nuggets. I had forgotten about Clary. And she had definitely heard me. I quickly transformed myself back into Arthur, and walked out. I knew what I had to do, and hopefully she acted as I thought she was going to.

Please, I'm giving you a warning here, Clary, please take the bait. I called over my shoulder just as the door was going to close. "The Clave will be arriving tomorrow. I would get some rest if I were you. This interrogation's officially over."

I raised my tone just slightly, and I knew Clary had heard my voice because her footsteps stopped. Well, she had heard Arthur's voice. And then her footsteps took off down the corridor and into one of the other rooms. Thank God. She had bought it.

I headed up towards Arthur's bedroom and put on some of his nightclothes. Having to wear a stranger's clothing, especially since that stranger was a man had made me feel slightly guilty and disgusted at first, but I had gotten used to the idea, though I definitely was not comfortable with it. I lay down in Arthur's bed and closed my eyes. Dear Lord I was exhausted.

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