Author's Note: Hey, this is the REWRITING of my planned Artemis Fowl-Harry Potter crossover series. In which the twelve-year-old Artemis receives a Hogwarts letter. To the reviewers, sorry I didn't wait for your response. Hope this is up to standard and not as confusing.

Disclaimer: I am fully aware of the time gap, that's why everything concerning the HP and AF timelines is a bit AU. Also, I own zilch.

Chapter I: Feathers and French Toast
June 10th.

Artemis Fowl the Second

The Dining Room

Fowl Manor

Rural Dublin, Ireland

Artemis Fowl II eyed the newly-cleaned letter that lay innocently on the desk before him. Had the letter been capable of human thought and emotion, it would have cowering in a corner out of sheer terror. Instead, the envelope, now completely syrup-free, remained where it was, emerald ink twinkling slightly as it caught the light.

The bearer of the letter tried to ruffle its feathers, but found them glued together. Try as Juliet might, she couldn't get the sticky, thick liquid out ofthe eagle owl's wings. Artemis had no sympathy whatsoever for the bird; after all, it was its own fault that it had flown too fast, timed its landing wrongly, and ended up smack in the middle of Artemis's French toast.

Dear Mr. Fowl,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. While the timing of your acceptance is irregular, the delay can be attributed to various circumstances, particularly the lack of available vacancies in Irish magical schools. As the Headmaster thinks it appropriate for you to be enrolled in second year, with others your own age, you will have to undergo a crash course in first year magic before the start of term. Granted, two months is a rather short period of time for one to learn first year magic, but given your I.Q., we are confident that you will be able to complete the course.

I myself will be taking you to Diagon Alley tomorrow to collect your supplies. The coin in the envelope is a Portkey that will take you to Hogwarts Castle, and activates at the word 'patronus'. Enclosed is a list of all supplies and books required for second year.

The letter was signed Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress.

Artemis's first thought was that the letter was a juvenile prank pulled by Foaly. Surely it was no problem for a smart pony like him to create such a letter, especially with all that technology. If what he'd read on the LEP weblog was true, Foaly was an expert at forging handwriting, especially that of Julius Root and Holly Short. (Apparently Foaly had used that ability to play a prank on Root and Captain Short, in which both officers had received love letters from each other. As expected, Foaly suffered severe physical injuries for his moment of fun.) Yes...that would be it. A feeble attempt at revenge from the LEP, and, of course, laughter would probably ensue when they caught him going off on a wild goose chase for a non-existent Hogwarts.

But what if it was real? If Minerva McGonagall was more than a figment of a centaur's active imagination? Artemis doubted that education would be slowed simply because of a lack of availability of places in schools. He closed his eyes and concentrated, trying to do something with this...magic of his. If he didn't have magic, no big loss; it was only good for him that he hadn't mentioned the letter to anyone yet.

Artemis's first thought of magical use was a time-stop, but the idea was dismissed immediately. His mother would be confused as to why it was ten-thirty for two hours, and unwanted explanations aside, he probably didn't have enough power. Levitation would be best, for now. He turned to face an empty teacup on the desk top, and closed his eyes.

CRACK.

Artemis opened his eyes and found that everything in the room except the teacup and desk had shot up at such an alarming speed that they were pressed up against the ceiling. Somehow, after the wandless magic, Artemis felt oddly drained, but not so much that he couldn't move. Concentrating again, he brought himself and the furniture down, deciding that he wouldn't be trying any magic for a while. At the very least, Hogwarts was clearly no hoax, and he left the room to inform Angeline Fowl of this discovery.

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--EvilExpressions