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-New York Institute-

The Blackthorns were staying with the Lightwoods, debating, planning, brainstorming ideas on how to get their brother back. Magnus and Alec were curled up on a love seat, in the corner; Jace and Clary on the floor; Helen pacing the room while Aline watched lost on how to help her girlfriend; Isabelle sat near Magnus and Alec ringing her hands.

"One of his eyes were soild gold. He's in the Hunt now and he can't get out with out his leader's permission. The Clave--" Alec got cut off.
"Fuck the Clave, they're not gonna do shit for Mark." Julian spat.
"Language. And the Consul would help if she could, you know that," Helen said.
"I know, sorry Aline I know your mom would do it if she could. Its just that-" he stopped short at let out a breath. "I understand Jules." Aline told him, a small smile on her face.
"Magnus, anything?" Helen asked. "Sorry, darling. I can't." He responded sadly.
"Wait. Remember our really distant cousin in England. They have connections with this kind of stuff."
"The Malfoys."
"Pack your bags, guys. We're going to England"
"What about Simon? Can he come too?"
"Sure"
"Okay, lets do this."

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~Hogwarts-- Great Hall~       

If you looked at the Great Hall now and its occupants, you wouldn’t have thought that they’d just been through a war two months. The Gryffindor table, was filled with jeers, loud laughter and unnecessary shrieks. The Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs are talking amongst themselves, completing assignments and eating. The Slytherins are unusually silent, calmly eating their lunch. 

Anyone that’s late to lunch usually arrives during the first three hours at least. Which is why the sudden opening of the doors opening nearing the end of lunch caught both the students and teachers off guard for a bit. Even more unusual was the woman who walked in. Her hair a strawberry blonde, eyes a blue-green, and the strangest thing about her was the strange black runes covering the visible skin of her body.  

At the Gryffindor table, four students tensed, reaching for their wands. At the Slytherin table, grey eyes sparked with recognition. At the head table. Headmistress McGonagall stood, raising her arm in calming gesture.  

"Hello, I'm not sure if you are aware but you are trespassing, if you want to visit the school or see a student or teacher you must give notice and request permission to bypass the wards. To my knowledge there are no visits scheduled for today so I wonder how you’ve gained entry." McGonagall spoke to the strange woman composed but threatening. 

The teachers ready their wands, the golden trio follow suit while Neville Longbottom watches on curiously. 

The strange woman spoke, stretching her arms out attempting to diffuse the tension. "I apologize, Headmistress. I agree that I could've done that but I'm afraid that due the situation at hand I was not thinking rationally. As to how I bypassed your wards, we can discuss that privately. But for now I'd like to discuss something with my cousin."

"Before you meet with this cousin of yours, how about we continue this discussion in my office?" It's staged as a question but the slight hardening of McGonagall's eyes says otherwise.

Seeing that the Headmistress would not take for an answer, the woman concedes.

"Students! Continue on with your regular schedules! Prefects, keep an eye on them!" McGonagall voiced. She shared a quick glance with Severus Snape, who gave a slight nod and headed out the Hall silently. "Follow me, Miss....?" 

"Blackthorn, ma'am." She answers following after her obediently.  

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~Headmistress's Office~

"Why don't we begin with your name and why you're trespassing?" McGonagall seated behind her desk.

"My name is Helen Blackthorn and I was able to bypass your wards because I am close friends with a very powerful warlock, I'm here because my brother was kidnapped and my cousin has information on how I would be able to retrieve him. His name is Draco Malfoy and I believe he belongs to the house that is associated with snakes. Please, may I speak with? I promise you that I bear no ill intentions towards your students or staff. I only want information." Helen spoke quickly her composure breaking slightly.

"I would first like to know what you are? And why you bear these ancient runes. Then you may speak with Mr. Malfoy, if I deem your response worthy." McGonagall compromised.

"I'm a Shadowhunter or a Child of Nephilim, if you prefer." The headmistress stills, Helen continues. "My runes amplify my angelic powers. I'm aware that the Shadow World hasn't really interacted with the Magical World, despite our similarities. And I am aware of the reason why, but I beg of  you please do not turn me away. " Helen pleads, eyes shining with tears she refused to spill over.

"And I will not do that. But are you aware that rumors of your appearance here will surface. You arrived during the busiest time of the day, the students are probably already writing to their parents. Telling them of the mysterious lady with weird tattoos that just walked into Hogwarts like it was nothing. It wont be long until the Aurors come knocking on our doors. You could've gone about this a bit more subtle , Miss Blackthorn." McGonagall scolds. "Yes, ma'am." Helen flushes in embarrassment. "You may see Mr. Malfoy."

She pulls out her ward and casts a Patronus and slivery, ghost-like cat appears. "Lead Ms. Blackthorn here to Severus." She addresses the cat and turns her attention to Helen. "Follow my patronus, he'll lead you to Severus, who most likely knows where Mr. Malfoy is."

Helen smiles brightly, eyes shining. "Thank you, Headmistress! Thank you for listening to me."

"Yes, child. You're welcome. When you've finished your discussion with Mr. Malfoy please send him up here. The password is Nitwit."

"Will do!" She follows the cat out of the office. McGonagall seats at her desk pensively, before deciding to check with Madam Pince on any information she has on the Shadow World.

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Chapter Four

I followed the ghost-like cat called a patronus through the strange and complicated hallways of the old wizarding school for what felt like forever, for a second I entertained the ridiculous idea that I was being led to a torture room, like what else is there in a dungeon besides torture rooms?  Turns out there’s classrooms, dorms, an office and a lot of storage. Interesting. I still think there’s a torture room somewhere in here. I’ll be sure to ask cousin about it. The cat, I’ve taken to calling it Luna it my head--stopped in front of large oak door and pawed at it meowing loudly before disappearing. The door opened up to reveal the professor dressed in all black.

“Ms. Blackthorn, I believe?” He asked, face stern with an eyebrow arched mockingly.

“Helen Blackthorn, sir.”

“Professor Severus Snape,” he introduces himself and lets me in. He leads me through what seems to be his private quarters to his study. “Mr. Malfoy will be just behind those doors.” I nod my head in thanks and move to open the door. He places a hand on my shoulder pausing me in my stride. Suddenly his face goes from stern to something so cold and if I hadn’t seen actual demons before, I think I’d be a little scared. “If harm befalls my student, the kind of spells I will use on you will pale in comparison to any type of punishment you’ve seen before.”

Looking at him in a new light, I nod my head in respect and acknowledgement and go in.

Draco hops up from the couch where he was previously rubbing his thighs anxiously and rushes towards me, grabbing on to my shoulders. He looks at me with worried eyes and asks, “What’s wrong, Helen? Why are you here? Did something happen?”

“Yes,” my eyes tear up as I respond. “It’s Mark. He’s part of the Hunt now.”

Draco pulls me over to a seat and rubs my shoulders comfortingly. “Do you know how deep he’s in? What's the color of his eyes?”

“One of his eyes are solid gold, he can’t get out without the leader’s say. And the Clave can’t do shit and relations between the Fae and Nephilim are so tense that they would never release one of our own so easily. Especially after the war that we just ended.” I rush through the words but he had no trouble understanding me.

“War? Wait what war?" He interrupts me, looking taken aback. 

"The Shadow World descended into a war again after so many centuries, I'll update you about it later." I reply after calming myself. 

"Ha! What a coincidence! Our world-well at least the British Wizarding Community was also plunged into war that was just concluded only a few months back."