Hi everyone! So not my first fanfiction, but my first in...2 years. Woah. i thought it would be like a year or like 7 months but okay I'm shutting up now. So i tried as much as i can to edit this (i read it three times and corrected a lot of things and re-wrote some of it. If you catch anything i didn't tell me please! I hope you enjoy this chapter! And one more note, i will be starting off with the beginning up until they get sorted into Hogwarts in their first year, then i will move on to the fifth or sixth year.

Disclaimer: i do not own Artemis Fowl or Harry potter.

Chapter 1: Early mornings and Fowl Noons

I woke up to the sound of my mother calling me from the floor below. I groaned, turned over on my stomach and put my pillow above my head. What harm would it do if I just stayed or 5 more minutes? I stooped back into my glorious sleep until I heard someone stomping up the steps.

Said person came barging into my room (without knocking. How rude) and threw the blankets off of me, my pillow soon following the same fate.

How dare he?! The last time my floor was swept was two days ago. He was going to have to wash them himself.

"Rise and shine! By the way, if you want breakfast you better go down now. There are only two waffles left." Nate said and he left.

I was going to kill him. How was I supposed to satisfy my growing appetite now? I was a growing child, after all, and I needed all the nutrients I could get!

…okay, maybe waffles are not the best source, but I still needed to satisfy my sweet tooth.

I turned over and got up slowly, propping my body up with my elbows. I looked over at the clock, waiting for my vision to focus and get used to the blinding light.

7:13 a.m.

Gaaah.

I hurriedly swung my feet over the side of my bed and slipped them into my slippers, dragging myself across my room. I reached out for the bathroom handle, but then a thought struck me…

There was no time.

I had to eat those waffles before Nate did.

Still in a dazed state, I turned towards my bedroom door and ran to it. I slid down the banister (don't judge. I'll be 17 and still be doing that), jumped off the end and ran towards the kitchen. I sat down at the table and rubbed my eyes, wiping all the traces of grogginess out.

"You better not be thinking of going out looking like that."

I raised my head towards the ceiling and met my dad's hazel brown eyes. He smiled and kissed my forehead before sitting on the chair right beside me.

"Yes dad. I'm perfectly okay with walking outside this door looking like a hobo." I heard a snicker from behind me, and I turned to face the biggest git in the world.

"You practically always do." Nate called out and started running up the stairs. I grabbed an apple from the table and threw it at him. Bull's-eye! I silently thanked myself for my awesome basketball reflexes.

I sat back down at the table, grabbed my fork, and reached out from the two delicious waffles. I put the first on my plate, but when I reached to get the second…

THE PLATE WAS EMPTY.

…I hope murdering someone won't affect my school records.

"NATHANIEL ETHAN DAMON!" I yelled out. He ate the second waffle, he did. He was going to pay.

I heard the door to his room shut and the sound of the lock clicking as I got up to chase after him, but a hand closed around my wrist.

"It won't do you any good. The doors locked, so try to take your vengeance when you come back from school. Oh, and don't come through the front door. Climb in through your window." Then he leaned in and whispered "There are some firecrackers in the garage. They've been there forever, so put them to some use. I'll leave them behind the flowerpot 'round the back."

I smirked and mouthed 'you're the best' to my dad and was my turn to peck his cheek. He smiled back at me and got up, taking his cup of coffee with him and his morning newspaper.

Ugh. Coffee. How do people even stand it? I once took a sip from mom's cup thinking it would be sweet and warm and delicious, but it was disgusting. I mean utterly disgusting. My dad had told me that once I grew up I would love it, but I knew he was wrong. That brown liquid of doom was NEVER entering my mouth.

I looked at the clock in our kitchen and I banged my head against the table. 7:35. That left me with no time at all. I practically stuffed the waffle in my mouth and poured syrup into it, and after I swallowed took the whipped cream can and sprayed some into my mouth.

"Fw'ahht?" I asked through a mouthful of cream as my mother scrunched her nose in disgust.

"Be more lady-like" she said and turned to resume her work in washing the dishes.

I shrugged, swallowed the contents of my mouth, got up and headed back towards my bedroom. I got in and threw my tank top onto the bed, took off my shorts and headed into the bathroom. I looked at the mirror and took in my appearance. I did look like a hobo, but I wasn't going to admit that to Nate.

I took all my clothes off and took a 7 minute body shower, and then I got out, dried myself, wrapped a towel around my body and went into my room once again. I threw on some random top, some jeans, brushed my hair then tied into a pony tail. I ran back into the bathroom and brushed my teeth, rinsed, and ran back into my room.

I was going to be late.

I grabbed some socks and pulled them onto my feet, then pushed my feet into my favorite sneakers and swung my backpack over my shoulder. I rushed down the stairs not caring to go down the banister this time and ran out the door.

"BYE MOM!" I called over my shoulder as I closed the door and ran down the driveway to the sidewalk. I looked at my wrist. 8:05.

I was officially late.

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Let me tell you this. Running to school from where your house is nowhere near it is not enjoyable. Trust me.

I staggered into the classroom and bent over, trying to catch my breath.

"S..S-sorry Miss A-Andersons." I managed to breathe out as I slowly made my way to my table. I plumped myself on the only seat left empty in the classroom and dropped my backpack near my chair.

"You're nearly ten minute late, Aidan. I dread to see how late you'll be in later years." She said with a disgusted look and turned to resume her explanation.

Sheesh. Why does everyone give me that look?

"Lucky for you I won't be here" I muttered under my breath. I don't understand why they bother to even explain anything on the last day of school. As if we're even going to remember what she's saying now.

…okay maybe I will just because I'm saying this now, but I will try as hard as I can to forget.

I stretched my legs out and slumped down in my seat only to get a harsh kick on the base of my feet. I silently thanked the creator of sneakers and his cushioned soles.

"What?" I hissed at the blond in front of my.

"Move your feet." Beckett Fowl hissed back. I decided to ignore him because this was a free country and I had my feet there first, but my feet met another harsh kick.

Fine. If that's how he wanted to play, then I was going to tell Angeline Fowl that he stuffs those sugar cookies from Costco in a hidden compartment in his drawer right beside his bed.

I retreated my feet and set them to rest at the back of my chair.

I was rewarded with another kick from behind and I cursed the day the Fowl twins were born. I decided not to put up a fight and just relax and put my feet sideways on the metal of my desk.

Sorry desk. I hope I'm not bothering you. And if I am, suck it up.

The session seemed to take on forever, and Miss Andersons' words seemed to be flying around my head with no absolute meaning. A bird on the windowsill caught my attention, and I couldn't help but wondering…

Was it female or male?

What type of bird was it?

Did it have children?

Why was it staring at me in that murderous way?

What if it was a mechanical and had a camera through its eye?

I started at the bird. It didn't move.

And that is how I, ladies and gentlemen, ended up staring at a bird for 25 minutes.

A sudden ring woke me up from my trance and I looked away to find most of the class heading towards the classroom door. Sheesh, is the lesson done already? I grabbed my backpack and ran towards the door, bumping into a most annoying Fowl blond.

"Oops. Sorry!" I said as I hurried off to my next lesson. Yes. As much as I hate running I like to stay energetic.

The day trudged on until my favorite lesson on the day came up: 'How much can you eat before Mathematics?' .I sat at my usual table at the far end of the cafeteria where the twins of doom joined me.

"Who broke first, you or the brambling?" asked the raven haired twin.

"What?" I asked him. Did he just say I was babbling? Excuse me?

"The bird." Myles answered.

"Oh. That. Well I don't know since the bell rang pretty loud and it should have shocked me and the bird, so it would have flow away about the same time I turned away, so it's a tie." I said, opening my peanut butter and jelly sandwich and taking a hearty bite out of the meal.

"I can't believe today's the last day! I can finally catch up on sports" Beckett said as he helped himself to some mac-and-cheese. I looked back at my sandwich and I felt a twinge of longing towards Beckett's meal.

Stop looking at me like that, sandwich.

I turned my attention back to the twins. "At least now I can have marathon without having to stop a movie in the middle because of my bedtime!" I said and shoved the last remaining of my sandwich into my mouth. I wish I had a second.

We sat in silence as we all ate our lunch, watching other 5th and 6th graders eating their lunch.

"…What did you say back in class?" said Myles in a low voice. I tried to remember the little words I spoke in the first lesson we shared, but as my brain loves to do to me, it remembers all I want to forget and forgets all I want to remember.

"Do the honors of refreshing my brain, oh wise Fowl" I said as I tried to hide the crumbs of my sandwich on the table by slowly blowing them away.

"When Miss Andersons told you how unpunctual you are-"

"Thank you."

"-You're Welcome. You said…that you weren't going to be here next year…" he said without looking at me in the eye.

I felt a pang of guilt as the realization also dawned on Beckett. As much of annoying prats they were, they were my best friends. I didn't want to leave them behind, but I had no choice.

I was practically the only friend Myles and Beckett had. Okay, maybe Beckett had a few fellow sport friends(one), most of the people wo tried to befriend them were after their family's wealth (okay more like their parents told them to befriend them once they heard there were Fowls in their children's class).

Lucky for me, my parent's hadn't even told me who the Fowls were. I was just examining the wonders of my locker, (closing and opening it. Yes. It was very interesting then 'of my god my own locker!), when I accidentally hit Beckett in the face. Oops.

Then he got sent to the nurse and his mother came and blah blah blah…BAM. BFF's were created.

Nice heart-touching story, right?

I felt so sorry. If I could take them with me, I would. I'm going to miss them so much. In fact, when I first got my letter, I was thrilled, but then it dawned on me too…

What if an oddball like me never makes any friends? Who am I going to be with my whole stay? And that night, I cried. I cried until my eyes were dry and I fell asleep. I knew I was going to meet them again, but being apart from them most of the year…I just couldn't bear it.

I couldn't look at the twins in the eye. I fidgeted with my hands and tried to come up with the right words to say, but the harder I thought about it, the more depressing and harsh the sentence seemed.

"Look…I just…I just was looking for the right time. And to be honest, I totally forgot about it. I wanted to forget about it to make this year the best I ever had with you two." I said, still looking down at my sweaty fingers.

"Aidan…how…how could you not remember something like this? And…and you mean there is no chance of you coming back here?" I can hear the pleading sound in his voice, which only made this day even more depressing.

"Look…I'm so sorry. I wish I could stay, but I can't. I need to go." Their looks were killing me. they just seemed so hurt and…

I couldn't help it anymore. I'm not the crying type, but what if things change and I never see them again? What if-

I felt two warm arms around my shoulder from each my left and right. I wiped my tears away as I heard Beckett say something about going over to their house. I didn't care where it was to, honestly, as long as I got to have extra hours with them.

Their butler (well, technically their brother's retired Butler, but he still doesn't mind chauffeuring them around when the Fowls ask) took us to the family manor. During the ride to their manor, we managed to lift each other's spirits up, and I managed to get my watery eyes look like they weren't crying (thank you face).

We drove up the long driveway and waited for Butler to open the door. We all climbed out and headed for the manor. Beckett said something about chocolate and a blender and confetti, but it didn't really go through me. I laughed nonetheless. As we reached the door, we didn't have time to speak before Angeline Fowl opened the door and engulfed her children in warm hugs.

"And how was your day at school, dears?" she said pecking each on the cheek. They both thought it was 'unmanly' as they referred to it years ago, but I thought it was rather nice.

I wish my mom would do the same for me.

"And how are you, Aidan?" she said. She hugged me and pecked me on the cheek too. Angeline Fowl was so considerate; no doubt she could read minds. The second time I visited their house and she greeted her sons in the same way, I guess she saw the signs of longing and jealousy on my face, so she did the same for me too. And ever since she has treated me like her own daughter.

"Fine, Mrs. Fowl. It's actually a relief to have all this weight off my shoulders." I smiled to her and she let me in.

"Well, dinner will be ready soon! Better be all washed up! Now excuse me…" she said as she left to who knew what part of the big mansion.

The Fowl twins were waiting for me at the top of the stairs, so climbed the steps after them. We went on silently towards their room until we made it to Myles room. (we usually went into his room because every time we went into Beckett's I insisted on cleaning it up for him. No, I am not a clean freak.)

As we entered, we were met with an ear splitting screech. Myles and I covered our ears and we were blinded by a shower of colorful stings.

Myles and I turned to glare at the silent Beckett.

"…that was supposed to sing 'Happy Birthday'…" he said, glaring at the device that was supposed to be located at the right of the door on the opposite wall.

"Beckett…our birthday isn't for 9 days." He said, shaking off the confetti.

"Oh…" he said, taking out his phone and looking at the date. " I was wondering why you weren't at least wishing us a happy birthday…" he said to me.

I was actually glad that this happened. I'm not good with remembering birthdays, and so if this incident hadn't took place, I wouldn't have remembered.

Myles sighed, making sure he got most of the glitter off his clothes and hair. I just shook them off like a wet dog.

"What? It's the fastest way." I said as I caught a ribbon stuck to a tangle in my hair. "so now what?"

But I knew what was going to come. If Myles room was going to have to be cleaned…then we had to go to Beckett's room.

Gaaah.

We entered the chamber of horror, and I instantly started picking up the discarded clothes and putting them in a corner. I can't really stand a messy room, but I trained myself to accept messy piles, that way I don't get distracted.

Beckett groaned and went on about how I shouldn't do it for him, but too late.

In less than 3 minutes I had gathered the laundry and put it in one pile and in another 2 minutes shoved everything under his bed.

"There. Now it looks clean" I said, and dropped myself onto the couch in the corner. "So what're we gonna do?" I asked them.

"First of all, you're going to move your British butt off of my spot." Beckett said as he pushed me to the middle and sat on the edge. But before I could move the other side of the couch Myles sat there.

By the way, yes. I was British. At first we actually did live in Brittan, but my mom wanted to move back home to Ireland and my dad agreed for some reason. I silently thanked dad for that, because I would have never met these two idiots.

"Aw come on! Where am I going to rest my precious elbows?" They did this to me every single time. I kind of hated it, but part of me loved it.

"Nowhere. Now, what are we playing?" Myles asked turning to Beckett.

"Mario Kart." I said in a firm voice.

"Oi! We always play that!" Beckett protested.

"Mario Kart." I said again, turning the Wii on and entering the Mario Kart disc. (most guys would have X-boxes, but Beckett likes his Wii for some reason. Not that I'm protesting!)

So we ended up playing Mario kart. People would assume that Beckett would win, but Myles always did. (He was a secret gamer geek)

We played several games after that until we heard the soft knock on the door indicting the presence of Angeline Fowl. She opened the door and entered the room (I swear she could be a Disney princess with that graceful was she moves around)

"Dinner's ready! Did you wash up?" she asked looking down at our hands.

"Uh…I was about to, you see, but you came in…?" I said innocently. She pointed at the bathroom and we all went to wash our hands.

"So…" Beckett started.

"To which school are you going to?" completed Myles calmly. I stopped midway through scrubbing my hands clean. I wish I could tell you. I really do.

"I don't know, really. My parents don't want to tell me between which schools they're deciding so I don't get disappointed if they had the choice between one near and one that we have to move close to and pick the one farthest." I blurted out. I wasn't completely sure that it made sense, but I went with it.

"Oh…" Beckett said as if in a haze, and I dried off quickly and exited the bathroom.

"Come on, Mrs. Fowl will not be happy if we're late and she has to get us once more" and with that I opened the door and left.

Down the hallway I went praying I wouldn't get lost in this Manor (it wasn't small enough to be a manor it was more like a castle) and just as I was about to turn a corner I thought I saw something move in the corner of my eye.

I know it was the stupidest thing to come up in my mind, but all I could think of that moment was the episode 'Listen' of Doctor Who. All I wanted to do was to turn and run in the opposite direction, but my curiosity got the better of me. I recognized this part of the manor-thank god- and identified it as the one leading to Artemis Fowl II's room. I shouldn't be down this part of the house, but I had to find out what I saw.

I saw it just close to the painting of Angeline and her husband on the wall, so I approached it carefully. I reached out my hand to the corner in which I saw movement, hoping that my arm wouldn't be eaten by thin air by vashta nerada, and was just about to grab at it when I heard footsteps from behind me.

"What're you doing?" asked Myles.

"I just…thought I saw something move…" I said, still staring at the corner.

"Aidan…you're hopeless." Beckett said walking away from me.

"Demented" Myles agreed, but he was still staring at the spot I was. I decided to let it go, just this once, because if I didn't feed my tummy it would turn into a growling beast. I turned away.

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I had absolutely no idea what was on the table, but it smelled good. I sat down in the second chair on the right side of the table, my usual seat, while Beckett took the one opposite to me but a seat down and Myles sat down beside him.

Unfortunately, Artemis II was on my side and there was only a seat between us. Okay, I didn't despise him, but he was scary. When we're not looking he has that cold look, dark look and he's just…weird ok? He just is. He gives off a bad vibe.

We began to eat through several platters and choices of who knows what kind of foreign dishes (but I remember clearly that it was DELICIOUS)

We elegantly dug through the food (well, they did. I tried and took mom's advice on how to be more lady-like when eating and ate as mannered as I could) and we were just finishing off when I heard a hoot from the nearby window.

My head whipped around as I spotted a nice tawny owl with something tied to the end of the leg. All the color drained from my face as Angeline let out a tiny yelp and Mr. Fowl made his way to shoo the owl away.

If he notices the letters…

I jumped up and raced toward the owl, put my body in front of it and tugged the letters away from the owl's leg. It screeched in protest as I shoved them into my pocket, and just as it made its way to my hair, Mr. Fowl shoved it out the window and shut it. The owl kept on pecking at the glass as Mr. Fowl examined it closely.

"Strange…" he said and turned away from the owl to sit back down at his seat. I turned around to face the remaining people in the room, everyone looking surprised and Angeline rather pale. I straitened up and tried as much as I could to neaten my now messy hair.

"Uh…sorry…" I said and made my way to sit back at the table, but as I was sitting down, the contents of my pocket spilled out on the floor and soared under Artemis's seat. Curse these jeans I bought from the boys section. I made a grab for them but Artemis got them quicker.

Gaaah.

"Here you go" he said reaching out to hand it to me, but his eyes slipped down to the letter just for a second before lingering on it.

"What-"he started before I snatched the paper out of his hand.

"Thank you!" I said and was going to stuff the letter back into my pocket when I suddenly realized the name it was addressed to.

-Mr. M. Fowl

Third floor to the left

Dublin

Ireland

Tara

-Mr. B. Fowl

Third floor to the left

Dublin

Ireland

Tara

As I read the front of both letters, I couldn't help grinning from ear to ear. No way! I looked back up at the twins, got up, and walked around the table.

"I believe these are for you guys" I said, as I handed the letter to the blond and the raven haired boy. I restrained myself from jumping up and down while clapping like a seal.

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