Okay! So, hi fanatics! This is a new idea that I've been working on. I have recently finished writing 'Resurgent' which is an alternate ending and post-Allegiant Divergent fanfiction. I have also written two FourTris oneshots and I'm currently writing another Divergent High fic (Only With You), if you like Divergent as well as TMI it would mean so much to me if you could check them out. Anyways, I'm really excited about writing something for TMI, as it has to be one of my favourite series, as well as Divergent and Percy Jackson/ Heroes of Olympus. I am also really excited about the new Shadowhunters TV show coming out on ABC Family, as the City of Bones movie was a real let down for me.

But you don't want to hear me go on for ages so here it is - the first chapter of Invisible...

Disclaimer: Cassie Clare owns The Mortal Instruments, I only own the plot of this story. :)

It was the day before school started again, and Clary was currently upside down and hanging off a chandelier. Now, for most 16 year olds, this would be seen as a highly unlikely occurrence, and who can afford a chandelier anyway?

However, different rules applied to Clarissa Adele Morgenstern. Clary lived in a huge house, fit with winding staircases, large rooms and an expanse of garden out the back. She hated it.

"Is there any chance you're going to come down soon Clary? Dad won't exactly be happy if he sees you up there." Jon asked her worriedly.

Jonathan Christopher Morgenstern was Clary's brother, and the complete opposite to her.

"Not really. And for the last time, I don't give a damn what the man thinks, he's not my father."

Jon sighed once more before leaving Clary alone, just the way she liked it.

Now, before we go on, let's go over a few things.

Clary was short. Like, really short. But her size didn't match her true self. As Shakespeare once wrote, 'Though she be but little, she is fierce.' Clary also had fiery red hair and glimmering, emerald green eyes. Her face was dotted with freckles, and she could always be found in a pair of paint splattered jeans and a t-shirt which either entitled a certain video game, or which read out a smart comment or insult to the unfortunate reader.

Jonathan, on the other hand, was tall and strongly built. He had hair so pale it was almost white, and almost flawless pale skin. He was a Silver Boy. The only thing he had in common with Clary was his green eyes. He was sporty and popular, contrast to his artistic sister who would rather be alone than with other people.

Clary and Jon had been through a lot though. Their parents were divorced, and so they moved between houses every term. Their father, Valentine Morgenstern was a cruel man, but he wasn't violent. He was just extremely good at using his words as punishment enough. Jon disliked him, but Clary couldn't stand the man.

On the other hand, there was Jocelyn Fairchild, their mother. Clary and Jon both adored her, everyone did. She lived with her boyfriend, Lucian Graymark, but everyone just called him Luke. To Clary and Jon, Luke was their father, though Jon still hesitated to address him with the title. Jocelyn was artistic, like her daughter, but strong-minded like her son. She was perfect.

"Clarissa Adele Morgenstern! Just what do you think you are doing up there!?" The man of the house had returned.

"I am simply enjoying the pleasures of living with my filthy rich ex-father." Clary replies coolly. She had learnt long ago that she could say what she pleased to Valentine. There was nothing more he could do to hurt her; and if he tried, he would have to go through Jon, Luke, Jocelyn and Simon.

"How dare you talk to me that way you little…" Valentine trailed off but he was red and Clary could practically see the steam spurting from his ears.

Clary just grinned and flipped down from the chandelier, landing perfectly on both feet - she had gotten quite good at that.

"Goodnight Valentine." She said stoically, before heading upstairs to her bedroom.

Clary had a good way of falling to sleep. She would draw. Everything and anything that she could think of. One sheet of paper was for the bad, and the other for the good. While the drawings of her good thoughts would be stashed away in a draw with many others of it's kind; the bad would be torn to shreds. Valentine's face was a regular amongst the torn pieces of paper. It felt good to tear things up. It was like a reassurance that you had control over the things that hurt you and the things you feared. It kept the nightmares at bay.

Tah Dah! So there you go! Don't worry, you'll meet the Lightwoods, Jace and Magnus really soon. Also, I know I said Jon had green eyes, this is because in the last book (SPOILER ALERT DO NOT READ ON IF HAVEN'T READ CITY OF HEAVENLY FIRE) when Clary cuts Jonathan with her sword, all the Hell in him dies. If you've read the book you'll know why this is the case. So basically, he doesn't die straight away, and Clary and her mother get to see what their brother/son would have been like if Valentine hadn't done what he did. One of the differences is that he has green eyes. Because Jon is good in this story, I wanted to make him as much like his 'dying' self as possible. So yeah, there you go.

Please please please review guys it would mean so much to me! I also need to know if you like this story or not? What would you like to happen, etc.

Thanks,

Zxx