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Alec's POV

Bang. Bang. Bang. And then shouts.

Jace leapt up from where he was sitting. "Did you hear that?"

I stood up as well and Magnus followed. He grinned at Jace, "You have an intruder."

Jace stood there for barely a second processing this and then he was off, sprinting faster than I had ever seen.

I looked at Magnus. "You knew about this, didn't you? Why didn't you tell me?"

Magnus looked at me. "You didn't need to know and they didn't mean any harm. Not to us, anyway."

I felt the anger swell up in me. "Look. It's bad enough that we have the man who killed my brother here, but now you're keeping things from me?"

Magnus started to say something, but the Angel be damned if I let him defend himself. "Don't you dare say you were just trying to protect me! Look I don't need- "

Magnus sighed. "On the contrary, Alexander, you didn't need protecting from this specific person, and so I chose not to give you this protection that you hate so much and not telling you was included. So if you're going to get so worked up about it, why don't you go down and find out what all the drama is for yourself?"

I knew there was no point arguing at this point since what's done is done, but I didn't want Magnus to feel as if he had won. He'd become even more cocky.

"Fine, but don't think this is over," I said, and then swiftly left the room before I could let him get through my angry-at-you wall.

"Thank you for being so forgiving!" He called out from behind me and I knew he was smirking, that he knew he had won. I shook my head. I had more important things to think about.

When I finally found everyone down in the basement, the tension was so thick in the air I could practically feel it as I walked down the steps. They seemed to be having a staring competition but they all swivelled their heads round to look at me, but then quickly turned back to the person they were staring at. The Consul, Father, and the rest of us were all looking at the chestnut-haired girl before us, and she looking towards the Consul, but not directly at her, as her grey eyes looked steadily at the Consul's feet.

She raised her head and drew in a breath, she said, "My name is Hannah I'm- "

"My Queen!"

An old man had appeared out of nowhere and was bowing to the unknown girl like she was the most important person in the world. From what he called her, she probably was.

"Petey- I mean Chief Advisor Peter! How nice to see you!"

"Queen Hannah, likewise. Who are these people?"

I felt my eyebrows rise. He didn't know who we were? I mean, he didn't know who the Consul and everyone else was? That was just-

"I am Jia Penhallow, the Consul of the Nephilim. This is Robert Lightwood. He is the Inquisitor. May I ask-"

"Who are you and how did you get in here? Both of you!" Dad, charming as ever, cut in. Lowering his voice slightly, he said, "Jia, shouldn't we be tying them up or something? Making sure they can't escape? We don't know these people! How did they get into the Institute- ?"

He was always such a good whisperer.

Jia gave him a piercing look with an obvious message. Shut up and stay on your toes just in case they try anything.

The girl, Queen Hannah, laughed, a bit nervously in my opinion, saying, "Sorry for the rudeness, Consul Penhallow, I am pleased to meet you. I apologise if my mission- "

Mission, huh? The man, Peter, cut in before she could say anything more. "What she means to say, ma'am, is that we are very sorry that our matters seem to have disturbed your affairs. Now, if you don't mind, we must be going."

Dad stepped in before they could go anywhere. "I do mind quite a bit, in fact. Now you are in the house of Nephilim and you will not go anywhere until you answer our questions on why you were in here and how you got in here."

"Well ,sir," Peter said, smiling a wrinkly smile, "The why is strictly confidential, but the how, I will show you now. Hannah, are you ready?"

To everyone's surprise, the girl shook her head. "I can't, Petey, I'm exhausted and I definitely won't be able to summon any magic tonight, you're going to have to leave me."

"Now, my Queen, I can't do that, and you know I'm a soloist; I can't do double-teleportation." Okay, that just went from weird to weirder. Magic? Soloist? Double-Teleportation? What were these people talking about?

It seems that Dad was thinking the exact same thing and you could tell he was getting so frustrated not bring able to know everything that he finally blew up.

"What are you people talking about?!" Well said, Dad. "Look, who are you and what do you want? I want explanations and if you don't start giving them to me, I'll throw you in with him!" He pointed at Sebastian.

Hannah's POV

Whoa, scary threat. Being in a room with someone. And from the way he said, it, I'm guessing he meant Jonnie. Which just dropped the scare factor a few millions down. It would just be awkward and Petey would probably try and kill him. Anyway, there was no choice, we were just going to have to tell them the truth.

"Okay, fine- "

"Hannah, you can't tell anyone!"

Jesus. "Look Petey, we can't get out of here until tomorrow and there's no way we're staying here if we don't talk. So just let me do this, okay?"

Petey sighed and then did his grumbling thing. "Fine. You do what you want, alright? But if anything bad happens, jest remember- "

"You told me so, right." I turned to the Inquisitor.

"We're waiting…" How mature.

"Okay, my name's Hannah, and I am an Elemental, and so is Peter over here. We were both of Nephilim blood, and so we were able to teleport into here. We came here to take Jonathan, because he is a wanted criminal in our world, and we need to give him a trial. We were going to give him a punishment and then return him back to you. Sound fair?"

"No, actually, Miss Hannah, this… thing is also a wanted a criminal in our world and thus we will be the ones to discipline him."

"Yes, but- "

Consul Penhallow cut in. Seriously, what was it with Shadowhunters, did they not know how to let other people finish a sentence?

"Inquisitor, Elementals. May I suggest we have this conversation some place else, somewhere more… private?"

"Yes, of course Madam Consul." Petey, forever the diplomat, said, looking at me expectantly.

"How about my- I mean, Arthur's- study?" I motioned upstairs.

"Yes, about that- Where is Arthur? What have you done with him? We could- "

"Please, Inquisitor. No harm has come to Arthur Blackthorn nor will it ever the place he is." Oh damn, that made it sound like he died. "He is within my protections and I ensure his safety."

"Well then," said the Consul, "it's getting late. I suggest we rest for the night and then we can have a long, elaborated talk about this tomorrow. Sound good?"

We were about to nod when she cut through again. "On one condition. There will be no more… unexpected visitors and you will not do anything unless you have received our explicit permission to do so, understood?"

"Understood, Consul."

Jeez, who did these people think we were, some cold-blooded murderers out to get them or something?

Anyway, that was that, I suppose as I curled up in my new, more unfamiliar room.

I had seen, or rather heard Jace Herondale today. He had put his arm around Clary as they left the room, whispering secretively, probably thinking about how weird their situation was, what with one Jonnie Morgenstern and a few other Elementals. Lucky Mr Jace Herondale. Clarissa Morgenstern wants you. The Lightwoods want you. Everybody wants perfect Jace Herondale. He wasn't that great, right?

I sighed, pushing the thoughts from my mind. This wasn't worth thinking about. Anyway, it wasn't Jace's fault, I suppose.

But still, as the darkness claimed me I couldn't erase the feelings of hatred towards the Shadowhunter's Golden Boy. I would show them that I was worthy. I would show everyone that Grace Hannah Herondale could have been just as good as her brother.

Again, apologies for the brief chapter. Sorry for the cliffhanger!

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