A/N: The events in "Making Connections" happens after Eternity Code. However, because Artemis doesn't turn 12 and discover Faires until 2 years after the Battle of Hogwarts, I went ahead and made Artemis older. In this story he is 14 during the Battle of Hogwarts and turns 15 shortly after. I felt I had to mess around with the timeline so that the Battle of Hogwarts and the Eternity Code matched up. I hope you guys enjoy it and the adventures that follow.
The sun rose, bringing color back into the world. The darkness that had ruled the night and turned everything into the same drab black and greys, receded slowly as the rays of light crept across the sky. And you couldn't really pinpoint when the night ended and the morning began because the sounds and lights shifted so gradually that it appeared seamless.
Diana was oblivious to the dawn. She had been cooped up in her office at New Scotland yard for three days now. Her secretary brought her regular intervals of food, water and coffee, making sure that she remained virtually undisturbed. Well, the woman wasn't actually her secretary. She'd stolen her from Norman down the hall. But no one liked, Norman, least of all his secretary; so there was no objection to her pilfering the secretary. From no one except Norm that is.
She leaned against her desk, arms crossed as she stared at the far wall. Papers, and pictures, and anything else of relevance that she was able to find were pinned up and laced together with red string. Was it a little cliche? She pursed her lips, yes, but it worked. That's how things became cliches. They worked.
She looked at her most recent evidence. A picture of the perfect family. A mother with a too long neck, a father with too much neck and a boy that had seemed to receive a mixture of his parents too muchness.
The Dursleys.
They had completely disappeared a year earlier. No letter, no explanation, just gone. They'd been reported missing by one Marjorie Dursley. Diana remembered when the woman had come in. She had been rambling about a nephew who blew her up and men with sticks that had tried to make her forget. Of course it had been written off by her, and everyone else, as the ramblings of a mad woman.
But now? Now things were different. Things had happened in London. Things that had no explanation and for which no explanation had been requested. Not by her boss, or her boss's boss, or the supposed boss of the whole freaking country, God save her. But something was up and everyone was either completely oblivious or didn't care.
But she was going to figure it out. If anyone could figure it out, she could. She was a Fowl and this is what Fowl's did. For God's sake, her cousin had figured out Fairies. Freaking Fairies at 12 years old. She scowled, her brows knit together. She needed answers. And if anything could lead her towards the answers it was this seemingly perfect family.