"Rey! Aurelia! Wake up!" Magnus shouts my name and pulls the curtains open in my room. Or, rather, the room that I am borrowing. I bury my face in the pillow, and mutter about how early it is. It's not particularly early, only about seven o'clock in the morning. I normally wake up earlier to walk to school, but right now, since I am tired, it seems that I am up at some ungodly hour. "You're the one who insisted on coming today." Magnus says, crossing his arms. His hair is still spiked, but the glitter seems to have fallen out since the day before. Mine, on the other hand, is extremely messy and has fallen out of the bun that I put in in last night. I yawn, and climb out of bed.

"Yes, yes, I know." I reply to Magnus mid-yawn. He looks at me, amusement evident on his face. I walk over to the closet, and see my clothes there. Oddly enough, this doesn't surprise me. Magnus walks over to the door and leaves, closing it behind him.

"We leave in half in hour!" Magnus calls, and I freeze. Half an hour? How on earth am I supposed to prepare to meet the Shadowhunters of the New York Institute in only half an hour?

"Magnus!" I exclaim, running over to the door and swinging it open. "Why didn't you wake me up earlier?"

"Would you have actually gotten up if I had come in your room any earlier?" He replies, his voice drifting over from the kitchen. I sigh, and a smile appears on my face.

"Probably not." I answer, and close the door. Walking quickly over to my closet, I throw open the doors, and start going through my clothes. Picking out the perfect outfit to wear has always been hard for me, and, sometimes, can take a very long time. But don't have a very long time right now, and I still need to look nice. After about five minutes of me frantically pulling out clothes and throwing them into a pile on my bed when I realized they weren't right, I decide to wear flat, soft black boots that stop about three-fourths of the way up my calf, black jeans, a long sleeve cream colored shirt, a white coat with black buttons on it that goes to my mid-thigh, and a cute, white, beret-styled hat. Then I rush to the bathroom, and quickly detangle my hair, which is a very tedious task. I have just enough time to apply a bit of makeup before Magnus' impatient voice floats down the hall.

"We have to go now!" He calls, and I quickly shove all my makeup, which, to be honest, isn't a lot of things, back into my bag, and exit the bathroom. Magnus is in the living room, and smiles when he sees me.

"You look nice." He says, and I smile at him. Magnus is wearing a black T-shirt, normal looking jeans, which I didn't notice before. He's smoothed his dark hair down, and looks nothing like his usual self.

"Trying something new?" I ask, gesturing at his clothes. He shrugs, and I raise an eyebrow. "Doesn't look like anything you'd have in your closet. I'm just going to pretend that you actually bought those. You know, with actual money." He smiles, a mischievous type of grin.

"If it helps you sleep at night." He replies, and turns away from me. I watch with interest as he creates a portal. I can't describe exactly how he does it, for it is much to complicated. But, before I know it, there's a swirling blue vortex in front of me, that looks eerily similar to the one that brought me to 19th century London. And to Jem. I stare at the portal blankly, chasing away all thoughts of what happened two years ago. I suppose I have staring at it for quite a while, when Magnus calls my name gently.

"Aurelia? Are you ready to go?" He asks, and I nod half-heartedly.

"Yeah." My voice is faint and distant. I can hear it as if I was walking past this room and just happened to catch a bit of myself speaking. Magnus gestures for me to step through. This one isn't like the one I took to London. It's vertical instead of on the ground, and I can make out something on the other side. I walk forward, as if I am in a trance. When I step through, I'm almost shocked to find myself standing in the snow next to an old looking building. Almost, but not quite. The Institute reminds me of a gothic cathedral, with its tall, elegant stone walls and large set of double doors at the entrance. Shadowhunters are gathered in clumps on the front lawn, which is covered with snow. They talk and move about, preparing to leave for Idris. I turn around and see Magnus behind me, scanning the crowd, presumably looking for Alec. My eyes wander over to a girl with bright red hair, standing next to a boy who looks unnaturally pale. Clary and Simon. My heart speeds up as I stare at the two, barely believing what I am seeing. Clary and Simon are here, and standing a few feet away from me. Oh. My. Gosh. Magnus follows my gaze and sees who I am looking at. Last night, before I went to sleep in my own bed, I explained to Magnus how I knew everything. He found the story quite interesting, and knows how much the Shadow World means to me. He grabs my hand and drags me over towards Clary and Simon.

"...you two need to DTR more than any other people I've ever met." Clary is saying. She looks meaningfully at Simon.

"Defining relationships over here?" Magnus asks, and Clary and Simon turn to see us. "I see that even as the world plunges into darkness and peril, you two stand around discussing your love lives. Teenagers." When Magnus says this, I suddenly remember an important, dangerous, world-threatening detail named Sebastian Morgenstern. I knew I was forgetting something when I left Magnus' loft. I just didn't think that it was a black-eyed, pale-haired, physcopathic ex-Shadowhunter boy who is trying to rule the world, as villains so often do.

"What are you doing here? And who's that?" Simon asks Magnus, looking past him and at me.

"I came to see Alec." Magnus responds, and Clary raises an eyebrow.

"What was that about teenagers?" Clary says innocently. Magnus holds up a warning finger.

"Don't overstep yourself, biscuit." Magnus replies to Clary, and it's my turn to raise an eyebrow. Biscuit? Only Magnus. I shake my head and smile. "Why don't you stay and chat with them while I go find Alec." He says to me, then vanishes into the crowd of Shadowhunters before I get a chance to reply. I turn to Clary and Simon who are staring at me oddly.

"You're not dating Magnus...are you?" Clary is looking at me warily. I wonder how many people are going to ask me that question. I smile and shake my head.

"No, I most certainly am not." I answer, and Clary's face relaxes. She's wearing a black cloak, that appears to be made of a velvety material. Simon is wearing a simple outfit: a white long sleeve T-shirt and jeans. I must admit, I'm a bit nervous about seeing Alec. I mean, Jace doesn't even look that much like Will, and, yet, I still felt more pain than I have felt in a while when I saw him.

"So, are you a Warlock?" Simon asks curiously, looking at my face to see if I have a demon mark. He's not going to find one though, since I'm not a Warlock.

"Nope. I'm just a mundane." I answer, shivering as a blast of icy air blows mercilessly at my face. There's surprise in both Simon and Clary's eyes. I can tell they definitely hadn't thought that I was a mundane.

"How do you know Magnus?" Clary asks, and I shrug. I am not going to recount the story, for I am almost positive that I will end up in tears, much to my annoyance. And crying doesn't make a great first impression.

"I met him a very long time ago." I answer, and Simon nods thoughtfully.

"Did he take your memories too? Because if that's the case then you could totally be a Shadowhunter whose mom has been disguising her as a mundane." Simon says, and Clary elbows Simon in the ribs.

"No, I'm definitely a mundane." There's something off about my voice, I can tell. The topic of erasing memories is still not one I like to discuss. "Although I wouldn't complain if someone told me that I was actually a Shadowhunter." I smile, and so do Clary and Simon. "I'm Aurelia. Aurelia Rose." I say, and they both introduce themselves in turn. I nod, even though I already knew their names. "So, I hear you like anime?" This starts us all on a conversation about which anime is better, Attack On Titan, or Naruto. After about twenty minutes of us laughing and talking, Magnus comes back over.

"Aurelia, come with me." He says, and grabs my arm. He's pulling me away from Clary and Simon before I even get the chance to say goodbye.

"Magnus! I was in the middle of a conversation!" I exclaim, shooting him a look of fake anger. He doesn't answer and I sigh dramatically as he continues to pull me around the Shadowhunters until we turn a corner and walk to the very back of the Institute. Finally, we stop. "Honestly, Magnus you can't just-." I begin speak when Magnus interrupts me.

"Aurelia, I would like you to meet Alexander Lightwood." He says, and my eyes immediately drop to the ground, for I am not ready to see Alec. But I don't want to be rude. So, ignoring the fact that my head and heart are screaming at me to look down, I raise my eyes and see Alec. The book was right. He does look very much like Will. For I moment, I'm stunned. I stumble back and turn around, trying to make my breathing return to normal speed. But there's something about Alec, something very different than Will. The way he looked at me, almost nervously. I turn back around and see that Alec doesn't look as much like Will as I had originally thought. Magnus turns and walks past me, leaving me and Alec alone.

"So...uh...hi." I say awkwardly. "I'm Aurelia." I say and Alec nods. We stand in silence for a few uncomfortable minutes, until I finally speak. "You know, Magnus really does love you. It's just that he's so afraid of what's going to happen when he loses you. Losing someone that you love as much as Magnus loves you...I don't think you ever get over it." My voice drops down to a whisper and I sit down on the stone bench, next to Alec. "I guess he's been spending a bit too much time around me." I say, allowing a smile to rest upon my face. Alec looks over, interested. I sigh, and decide that maybe, just maybe, it's time to share my story with someone who wasn't there to experience it. "When I was sixteen, I fell through a portal. Not just any portal, but one that could take me to a different dimension and time. This dimension. I landed in 19th century London, and I fell in love. I met someone extraordinary. He was a Shadowhunter. The kind of person who lights up a room when they walk in, but doesn't know it. He was so kind, so loving..." I trail off as tears start to form in my eyes. I blink, and shake my head. "I had to leave. I couldn't stay there forever, and I knew it. To make sure that his story went as it is supposed to, I...I had Magnus erase of of his memories of me. I left that time, and now I've lost him forever." I stare out into the white snow. Instead of feeling sad, I feel a sort of calming peace. I feel a hand take my gloved one. I look over at Alec, who isn't looking at me with pity, but in a way that comforts me. I can see why Magnus likes him. "Just, don't give up on him, okay?" I say, and stand up. Alec and I walk back over to the Shadowhunters, and we talk about archery for the next hour as Magnus helps a Warlock named Catarina set up the portal. I'm sad to see Alec go, and hug him goodbye, much to his surprise. He smiles and waves at me as he steps through the portal, and I turn to Magnus.

"What?" He asks, and I look after Alec fondly.

"Don't lose him, Magnus. He's worth everything that comes after." And I take Magnus' hand. I guess some people are really worth the pain that follows. Jem was one of those people.