Witch or Shadowhunter?(TMI/HP crossover)

A Shadowhunter Christmas-Part 1

  "Momma! Dad's making me wear a dress!" I yell, kicking at my dear father. I hear Momma coming up the stairs and Dad backs up, hands up in surrender. Too bad for him, he was still holding dress. "Jay, you can't make her wear a dress, we both know she prefers skirts," Momma scolds, walking into my room. I giggle as Dad opens and closes his mouth, looking like a fish. "But Sam," Dad starts, but I hold up my finger. "Fine, I'll wear the dress. Just go argue downstairs," I say, shooing them out. Dad tosses me the dress and I shut the door. I smile at the dress. It was quite pretty, a dark blue that reached to a few inches above my ankles, with middle length grey sleeves. But I can't fight in a dress, and who knows what might want to attack me. With a sigh, I put the dress on and grab my black shadowhunter jacket. I always keep the jacket stocked with daggers and seraph blades, all I'd need to defend myself. I grab my steele on the way out and put it in my jacket pocket.

  Both my parents gasp when I walk into the living room. I smile sweetly, "lets go, I wanna get out of this boring house." Momma stands up, pulling Dad with her. I walk as calmly as I can to the front door, which isn't that calm. Its the first year I get to go to the party at the institute, and I'm going to make the best of it. I'm out the door before Momma can call me back, and bound down to the sidewalk. "I'm gonna go get Grace!" I yell back to my parents, and start skipping down the road. I stop when I reach the tree I carved on over 3 months ago. Before I can dwell too long on the question I'd carved into the bark, a tall, light skinned boy jumps down from the branches. I stumble back as my training screams 'warlock' and my mind screams 'hotie'. His eyes are bright red, the color of an apple, his hair an ice blue. After my first shock, I snatch one of my daggers and demand, "who are you and what do you want?" The warlock blinks, obviously surprised by my outburst. Of course, I think, mentally smacking myself, you don't have any Marks yet, he doesn't know you're a shadowhunter. I narrow my eyes, waiting for his reply.

"I am Pater Timor, and I was just wondering why a pretty little girl such as yourself was staring at a random tree on Christmas," he finally answers. "Father fear," I mutter to myself, ignoring Pater's compliment. "Who is your father, warlock?" I demand, and he backs up, eyes scanning me, most likely for Marks. "Answer me, before I get help!" I snarl, pinning him to the tree. "I don't know what-" he breaks off when I spin on my heel and walk away. "You know exactly what you are, and I can see in your eyes that you know your father. But it doesn't matter, I must go before I'm late. And I suggest you avoid me in the future," I call back to the warlock. I practically run the rest of the way to Grace's, being careful of my dress. I shove the dagger back into my jacket before knocking on the door.

It takes a matter of seconds for Grace to yank the door open and pull me into a bone crushing hug. She's also wearing a dress, though her's is light pink and much shorter than mine. Although, just like me, she's wearing her shadowhunter jacket and boots. "You're early," she says once she lets me go. "I couldn't wait, and my parents were taking forever," I reply with a shrug. "Lets see if your parents will let us help the others set up for the party," I suggest, flipping my dark hair over my shoulder. Grace eyes my hair jealously and runs her fingers through her light ginger hair. I giggle and drag her into her own house, muttering, "its cold out there." She can barely get the door closed before I pull her further into the house. "Let me go Naila, you don't even know where they are," she orders me, laughing. I stop and release her arm, glancing around, "I don't even know where we are!" We both bend over laughing as soon as the words leave my mouth. And that's exactly how Grace's mom, Mrs Appleshade, finds us a few minutes later. Once we've finally stopped, she informs us its time to go to the institute. With a glance at each other, me and Grace race to the door. Although somehow, Grace's mom beats us both.

The walk to the institute is a quick one, and its only 5:45 when we get there. "Well, I guess we have to wait out here for a few minutes," Grace's dad says, sitting on a nearby bench. For the 15 minutes before the party starts, Grace and I talk about random things. We quickly get bored with that, and my mind drifts back to tree and the warlock. I had suspicions on who his father was, but I wasn't going to jump to conclusions. If he thought I didn't know Latin, he proved that wrong when he told me his name. Grace tugs on my arm, pulling me from my thoughts. "Time to go inside, Naila," she says happily. I follow her up the steps, barely containing my excitement. But just as I enter the institute, I see Pater's red eyes in the bushes. I think he followed me.