I feel bad that I'm adopting someone else's work even though I have never even finished a story...but I want to try and do a good job with this one. This story inspired me to write my Artemis Fowl/Harry Potter crossover, so leaving it unfinished when I had an opportunity to try and finish it bothered me until I finally asked if I could finish it. The first four and a chunk of the fifth chapters are Bittersweet Alias' words with a few edits by me.

Disclaimer: I do not own Artemis Fowl, Harry Potter, or the beginning of this story. They belong to Eoin Colfer, JK Rowling, and Bittersweet Alias. The only thing so far I own are a couple edits, the summary, and what later develops in the plot.

Warnings: This is a SLASH story. There WILL BE MPREG. There may be Ron/Hermione bashing. If someone has a problem with the first two items, go away. I am not practicing voodoo and making you read this story. The first person writing me a complaint about one of those two items is going to be ripped to shreds in a review response either in the next chapter or in a private response. I have given TWO warnings. Just don't waste either of our times.

Chapter One

Artemis finally discovers his weakness…

"Typical, cookie cutter homes." He drawled in a silky voice. A flash of true disdain flickered across the sixteen-year-old genius' vampire pale face. His jet-black hair was fixed messily perfect. Short in the back and hanging down in his spectacular dark blue eyes. He stood at an impressive six foot even and he was rather slender. He had an oval shaped face with a well defined edge. He was a beautiful Irish boy with the reputation and name to back the genius mind that he possessed.

Artemis Fowl the Second had come to Surrey, Little Whinging to be exact, Privet Drive.

The man standing next to him was massive at seven feet, muscular, and wearing a jet black suit. He was a bald Eurasian with olive skin.

Butler arched a crafted eyebrow. "You asked for it."

Artemis frowned as he stared up at the identical houses that were too close for his taste and the flowers which were identical to each other. "Disgusting." He breathed. "No one has any originality anymore?"

"Apparently not sir."

"Well, can't turn back now. Might as well get used to it."

If he was any less refined, he'd use the term, 'ick' or 'yuck' to describe what he was about to dive into.

"When will the trucks arrive?"

"Ten minutes sir." Butler answered immediately looking down at his silver rolex.

"Very well." He was well aware of the nosy, gossiping housewives peeking out of their disdainful lace curtains. He wondered how many eyes he could count from here without even looking up. It would do no good to sulk now. He was being paid nicely for this station. It was an easy position that he was taking up.

One must ask, who in their right minds would hire a sixteen-year-old boy with a bodyguard? Well, anyone who knew Artemis Fowl and knew the scale that his IQ was on that's who. To say that Artemis was a mastermind prodigy was an understatement. Nothing ever slipped by him and if it did, he'd make sure it would never do so again.

The black trucks and vans that arrived moved in a swift order and fashion. They were the best at getting everything inside. Butler inspected it all, though there was no threat; no one knew that Artemis Fowl was in a normal suburban area, living.

The living room would be done in basic crafted elegance. His statues and art pieces, which were framed to perfection, were placed around the typical structure of the house. Just because it was ordinary didn't mean Artemis had to keep it that way.

He hissed between his teeth when someone man-handled a Van Gogh painting that was worth more than their entire existence. He bit his tongue from a retort when Butler did it for he was absolutely frightening the mover.

The security around the house was hidden from the view of the lurking neighbors. He didn't expect thieves in a place like this, but you could never be too sure. No one knew he was a billionaire.

It was then that Artemis spotted something very out of the ordinary. A snow white owl was fluttering through the air. It was a rare creature, one that you don't see in a normal place like this. He stared at it hard and noticed it went toward a window of the house directly across from him.

The window curtains pushed aside. They looked shabby from where he was standing but then again it could be lighting. It was then that Artemis caught sight of a boy. From what Artemis could see he was pale and he looked thin taking into the thin arm extended for the owl to perch upon.

A snow white owl as a pet? Did he have a license for that? Not that he cared, but it was very unique.

"Master Artemis?"

He came out of his musings and gazed up at Butler. "Yes, Butler?"

"Everything alright?"

"Yes." He decided not to mention the owl, "Was having an inner sulk is all Butler. I am fine. No cause for worry."

Butler smirked at his charge and bowed his head. "As you say. Your bedroom and study have already been set up."

"Thank you. That was proficient."

"They are the best."

"They better be." Artemis said pursing his lips together. "Let's go see what we are dealing with, shall we?"

(o) (o) (o)

In that same house with the snow white owl a beautiful emerald eyed boy gazed once out the window at the new neighbors before moving on with his own business.

Long flowing black hair fell down petite shoulders and down a slender back. His skin glowed an amazing porcelain pale and those emerald eyes he was best known for had too long lashes. He'd been called quite the names since he returned from his fourth year at Hogwarts. 'Fag, Homo, queer.' were only to name a few.

Harry Potter was used to his relatives insults. He stared at himself in the mirror. His face was soft and heart shaped. He looked delicate almost elven if one looked past the over-sized flannel and jeans that were tied with a cord.

He had only received a letter from Sirius; no one else and felt a bit betrayed by the fact that no one had written him. It was bad enough that the Daily Prophet was slandering his and Dumbledore's names because they refused to believe that Lord Voldemort had indeed returned.

He sighed heavily and rubbed the scar on his head. The scar that he had been cursed with. It was so hard being Harry Potter sometimes.

He wondered, why Ron had Hermione forgot about him this summer? Usually he had a letter the second day he was back on Privet Drive. It'd been two weeks and nothing. He had briefly wondered if Dobby was back to saving his life in his weird demented way but then brushed it off. Dobby promised he wouldn't.

He stroked Hedwig and then asked her if she wanted to go take a walk. She hooted and nibbled his ear. "Meet me outside. Go out the window so we don't alert Uncle Vernon."

Uncle Vernon had been rather cruel to Harry this past summer. Though he had yet to hit Harry it didn't stop the verbal abuse that came out of his mouth, his beady black eyes staring with a hate that should only be directed at a murderer or terrorist not an innocent fourteen-year-old. Harry picked up his book bag with all his summer homework and then quietly left out the front door. He ignored the black vans that were moving in the new neighbors and headed toward the vandalized park well away from Privet Drive.

Hedwig met up with him and landed effortlessly on his small shoulder. "Hi ya baby." He said fondly as she rubbed her face up against him. "Thank you for keeping me company." He said crossing the Magnolia Alley. It was a hot summer day and remaining stuffed up in his little bedroom was about to drive him insane.

He found shade under an old oak and plopped down as Hedwig flew up and circled. He was well hidden in the grove and so it was a surprise that an hour later he was discovered. But what or rather who he was discovered by shocked him to the core.

--(o)--

Artemis Fowl escaped the confines of the too small house and told Butler he was going for a walk. After multiple reassurances that no one was going to jump out and strangle him with their aprons he was on his own. He was dressed in finely made dark brown cargo trousers that sat perfectly against his slender hips, a short sleeve crème button up, and black glasses. He adjusted his gold rolex and was about to go left when he saw a petite boy with the longest black hair 'sneak' out of the house as though he were trying to not be caught. He was wearing the shabbiest clothes Artemis had ever seen. On a road like this there should have been at least decent wear on him.

What was so intriguing was when the kid got to the footpath and that same snow white owl from earlier fluttered down onto his small shoulder.

"Hi ya baby." He said in a soft tone that Artemis would decipher as loving. He cared very much for this creature. One of a rarity, who wouldn't? She must be worth a fortune so why was he wearing such old clothing? "Thanks for keeping me company."

The owl responded to the boy with a nibble to his ears and they began to walk off Privet Drive and toward Magnolia Alley.

Artemis remembered passing a park on the way through and took up following. He might as well get used to what he was living near. He kept a good distance keeping out of sight completely as the teen with the owl continued on.

The park was rather distasteful. It looked to be vandalized; there were spray paint on the sides of slides and broken benches. The long haired teen paid no mind and headed over toward an enclave of trees near a large shady oak.

This was the boy's resting place and when he turned around and plopped down, Artemis was almost taken back by the beauty of his eyes, so green. He'd only ever seen green eyes on anime cartoons. But these - were uncanny. His face was so delicate and he wondered vaguely if a fairy mated with a human to get such.

Though, this did not detour him from realizing the boy as a potential threat if things got out of hand. The owl flew up and began to circle in the trees. The boy pulled out what was obviously summer school work and made a face.

"Yuck, Potions."

Potions? Is that what they called Chemistry here? Artemis wondered hearing the soft tone.

Artemis watched him for a good solid hour, memorizing the expressions on the teen's features without realizing he was doing it.

When an impatient prod inside of him caused him to move forward the teen shot his head up completely startled and that was when they locked gazes for the first time. Deep dark midnight blue and startling emerald green.

Artemis arched an eyebrow. "Hello?" Oh, how tactless. He quickly realized as the boy continued to blink at him in shock at having been caught.

He looked around him and then back up. "H- hi?"

"Yes, I'm talking about you. The only boy sitting under an oak tree."

The boy blushed and ducked his head. "Yeah…"

Artemis cocked his head to the side aware of how attractive that blush was. What was going on with his mind? "What is your name?"

"Uh -" The boy's eyes wide as though he were afraid to tell. "H- Harry."

"Now that was not so hard was it?" Artemis asked in amusement.

More blushing. Perhaps, Harry wasn't used to being talked too.

Harry James Potter's mind was going into overdrive as he gazed up at the towering figure of a boy he'd never seen before in his life. He was ware of how startling gorgeous he was and wondered briefly if the teen was a vampire. He was pale white but then again so was Harry. He was dressed all prim and proper and his speech was perfect. He was Irish. Harry realized he must sound so stupid with the hesitance of his name but obviously the teen was no wizard. He was clearly a muggle.

"I'm sorry." Harry slammed his book shut quickly and placed it hastily in his book bag. "Your name?" He asked trying his hardest to keep from stumbling over his words.

Grinning, the boy pulled down his glasses so that Harry got a good look at his eyes. "Artemis Fowl the Second." He said in a rather smug voice.

Was his name supposed to mean something? Harry bit his lip. It was a beautiful name. "Nice to meet you." He said by way of reply.

Artemis smirked, aware of how nervous this Harry seemed to be. "I noticed your owl and became curious." He raised his eyes just in time to see the creature flutter from the trees and back down to Harry, landing perfectly on his shoulder.

Harry laughed quietly and stood up and was aware of how much more Artemis towered over him. "This is Hedwig. I've had her since I was eleven."

"Hedwig. German." Artemis said gazing at the creature. "How did you get her? She's a rare creature."

"A friend." Harry answered fondly. He looked at Hedwig who hooted at him and then to Artemis' surprised she fluttered over to him.

He held out his arm and she landed perfectly against him. "She's tame."

"She's intelligent." Harry told her.

"I agree." Artemis stroked her and she crooned under it. He was amused at how small Harry was compared to him. He was more than a head shorter. He just above his elbow by about three inches, maybe 5 feet. "You were working on Chemistry?"

Harry flushed a brilliant shade of magenta. "Something like that." He answered. "My teacher hates me." He then said with a hesitant laugh.

Artemis arched an eyebrow at that bit of information and tucked it away for later viewing. "What school do you attend?"

Harry's eyes widened. Oh dear, what did he say to this? "Oh, uhm," his shoulders sagged. He knew that whatever he said would be rebuked by the Dursley's. "Doubt you'd know of it."

"Try me." Artemis challenged.

So, bucking up every ounce of courage he had left, he said exactly what his relatives would say. "St. Brutus' Institution for Incurably Criminal Boys." He said this with a 'I don't even believe the words coming out of my mouth' look on his face.

To say that Artemis was startled was an understatement. "You're right." He said slowly. "I've never heard of it."

Neither had I for that matter, Harry thought to himself and shrugged.

"You get in trouble?"

"What they say." Was all Harry replied to this.

"Who?" Artemis asked rather intrigued. "What's your surname?"

"Potter."

"You don't look like a criminal." Artemis mused.

"Don't I?" Harry teased with a sideways smile.

"Well, your clothes are atrocious. You live around here and your parents can't afford anything better?"

Harry flushed and felt his heart pound as he stared down at his pitiful clothing. Artemis almost winced with regret. Perhaps he shouldn't have sounded so rude. "My parents are dead. I live with my aunt and uncle."

Damn. Artemis was feeling guilt now. "Oh, I apologize." He said truthfully. That was not a good subject starter. He thought stroking the beautiful owl without a thought. "I did not mean to come off as rude."

Harry waved it off. "I was only a baby when it happened. I hardly remember." Unless I get around Dementors. Though this muggle would have no idea what he was talking about. "I'm sorry Artemis, I don't mean to be rude. I'm just not used to people talking to me around here so it's a little startling is all."

"You're not a criminal." Artemis stated factually.

"That's what they say." Harry said with a small weak smile. He carded his fingers through his hair and shrugged. What else was he supposed to say to this Irish boy? "Where do you go to school?"

"I've already graduated." Artemis told him.

"How old are you?" Harry asked innocently.

"Sixteen."

"Oh, wow."

"I graduated two years ago." He explained startling Harry. "I have nearly finished getting my medical PH.D. I'll be starting Oxford in September."

"That's amazing." Harry said truthfully. "My friend, Hermione, she's a genius." He said biting his lip and then a flash of pain scrawled across his face at the mention of her. "Though she bugs the life out of me."

Artemis smirked at this. "She? I thought you went to an all boy's school, Harry."

Harry's eyes widened as he realized what he had said. Artemis crossed his arms waiting. "There's a - uh - girls school near it. She helps me a lot." He lied quickly and they both knew it was a bald face lie but the guilty look on Harry's face told Artemis that he should drop it.

For now.

"I - see." He said in a way that told Harry that he saw right through the lie.

"I'm sorry again. I'm just your average student, trying to survive his school years. Nothing special about me." He shrugged innocently.

"Except you go to a Criminal Institute - you have a rare white owl and you are wearing clothing that are disgusting."

"You, are a genius, enough said." Harry stated. He couldn't help but be reminded of a young version of Voldemort, Tom Riddle. Artemis Fowl and Tom Riddle looked a lot alike. It was uncanny. The only difference was the classic look of the years.

Artemis' smirk never left his face. "We both know that. Tell me something I don't know."

"Uhm, I'm almost fifteen."

"Really, when?"

"July 31st."

"Soon."

Harry shrugged, not really caring about his birthday. "Yours?"

"January 9th." Harry started to walk and with Hedwig on Artemis' shoulder he moved into step next to him. "So, why are you walking around in rubbish?" He asked bluntly. He wanted to know and the teen kept trying to evade.

"They're my cousins."

"…" He vaguely wondered if his cousin was a bloody whale. "That makes no sense."

"Wouldn't to you." Harry said once again pulling out an evasive tactic. "I'm a criminal remember."

"Oh, yes, incurable little criminal with a white owl." Artemis taunted. "I don't believe it."

Harry stuck out his tongue childishly. "Ask my relatives," he said blandly.

Artemis got the distinct impression that his relatives weren't as kind as one would believe if his clothing was anything to go by. "I don't think I will. I shall come up with my own theories."

Harry couldn't help but be struck a little dazed at Artemis' perfect English. He was refined and Harry was well - not. He was almost embarrassed to be walking with Artemis who looked so - well - good and Harry looked like a beggar on the street, thanks to his relatives.

"Nice park." Artemis stated sarcastically. "Who does the décor?"

"My cousin and his lackeys." Harry answered at once. "They like to beat up ten year olds."

Artemis sneered. "Pleasant."

"Extremely."

"They say you're the criminal?"

"Yup, I am."

"Why are you a criminal? What did you do?" Artemis asked, wanting grounds as to why his relatives would believe such.

Harry giggled quietly and stared down at the parched grass. "I was born." He answered succinctly.

That made Artemis falter in step. "What?"

"I was born Artemis. That's why I am a criminal. I ended up on their doorstep when I was fifteen months and my aunt hated my mum." Why was he telling a stranger this? Oh Merlin, he could get in trouble for this. He could be teased or ridiculed but he didn't care. Artemis was the first person to talk to him all summer and he was deprived.

"Why?" Artemis' asked lacing his voice with more concern than he had wanted. It'd only come out that way. Artemis was usually good at showing no expression but Harry was throwing him cards and information that he was trying to keep in order.

Harry smiled again. "I - suppose it has something to do with jealousy. I do not know for sure." He confessed.

"What's your mother's name?"

"Lily Potter ńee Evans." He answered.

"Father?"

"James Potter."

He tucked that away for later. "Your relatives? What are theirs?"

Harry was shocked by the questions. "Uhm, Petunia Dursley ńee Evans and Vernon Dursley." He made a face when he said his uncle's name. "Why?"

"I am curious." He said simply.

"Nothing to be curious about. They're boring normal people." He said shrugging. "Nothing exciting, especially my relatives. They hate abnormality."

"You're abnormal?" Artemis asked.

"To them."

"Why?"

"I just am Artemis." Harry said quickly. "Let's leave it at that."

"Hm." He didn't want too. He wanted to ask more, he needed to know more. But instead he gave a nod, submitting to Harry's innocent request. It was obviously making him uncomfortable. Then again, Artemis Fowl was a complete stranger. Neither of them trusted each other. But Harry seemed to have been very willing to talk, almost as if he were deprived.

Psychologically, Harry Potter was showing signs of neglect. Artemis looked down sharply, aware of the silence and how they walked. How Harry's head remained down and on the ground, eyes wide in surprise. The clothes he wore hung off him. His relatives weren't fond of him. They say he was a criminal.

Artemis would bet all the gold in the world that Harry was no criminal. Yet, he had to have some sort of friend if the owl was anything to go by and this girl, Hermione, who was obviously a genius.

What was this little neglected boy hiding? Artemis wondered.

Artemis was aware of how thin Harry was, like he had suffered years of being malnourished. His medical eye noticed all the signs. They screamed at him to the point of wanting to take action.

"Would you like to have lunch with me?" That was a start.

Harry gazed up at him. "Uhm, if you want to eat with a criminal, sure."

Artemis rolled his eyes. "I'll eat my rolex if you're a criminal, how's that?"

Giggling, before he could stop himself, Harry tilted his head. "Thank you."

(o) (o) (o)

Harry was hardly aware of walking through number 10 Privet Drive for it did not look like your typical furnished house. It was like walking into an art gallery. The flooring was not wooden or carpet but black marble that extended into the lounge which had beautiful opulent dark blue area rug a roaring open face fireplace with a black and gold frame and matching antique sofas and chaise lounge.

"Different from yours?"

"Tons." Harry said aware of how everything caught his eye.

"I have a particular taste in all things art. I collect pieces from all around the world."

"They're beautiful." Harry said sweetly. Wow, it was almost like magic that they got everything in so swift. He almost wondered if they were wizards. "You moved in fast." He said casually. "Like magic."

Artemis chuckled softly and for some reason Harry had to resist the urge to shiver at the chuckle. It sounded rich, velvety. "No, no magic included. Just the highest paid laborers."

Nope, he wasn't a wizard. Harry thought wondering if he was talking to a thirty something year old scholar rather than a sixteen-year-old teenager.

"Artemis?" A deep voice startled Harry to the point that when he looked up at the staircase, he saw an abominably large Eurasian on the steps.

If he wasn't used to Hagrid, Harry would have staggered back in fear. He was towering and built.

"Butler, I would like for you to meet Harry Potter. Our neighbor I found him in the park with this beautiful rare creature and I had to inquire." He said glancing to the side where Hedwig was still perched.

She looked about asleep but she moved out from under her own wing and hooted at 'Butler' in greeting.

Harry smiled hesitantly. "Hello sir." He raised up a small hand in greeting.

Artemis gave Butler a sharp look to be amiable. "He is my - er - guardian you could say. He's been with me since my birth."

"Oh." Harry smiled. "That's nice." He wondered about Artemis' parents. "It's nice to meet you Mr. Butler." Was that his last name?

Butler quirked an eyebrow. "Just Butler, kiddo. It's nice to meet you and your beautiful creature." He extended his meaty hand and Harry shook his hand.

"Be nice." Artemis said sharply, startling Harry just slightly.

Butler gave his charge a look. "I'd never be rude. Are you looking for lunch?"

"Yes, actually. All this moving has me famished and I invited Harry to join me."

"Very well, give me ten minutes?"

"Thank you. While we wait, I will show Harry around."

"Great." Butler smiled mildly to Harry before heading toward the kitchen which was in the exact same place as his aunts.

Artemis' room was obviously the largest, which would be his aunt and uncle's bedroom. The first one on the upstairs landing. It was very computerized, modern technology with a bunch of gizmos that Harry couldn't really name. Everything was perfect.

Butler's room was Dudley's room and what would be Harry's room the smallest bedroom in the house had been transformed into a study.

"Same as yours, I'm sure."

"Except your study is my room." Harry answered. It was obvious that Butler was a sort of guardian/servant of Artemis but he couldn't quite understand what and how. He didn't wish to pry into Artemis' life even though he was curious. He could tell that Artemis was a sharp person by the way he spoke with Butler to make sure he remained kind to Harry. He didn't want to provoke the Irish teen.

Artemis smirked. "It's much too small but then again, so is my bedroom."

"I don't really know much about technology." Harry admitted. "Where I go to school is kind of uhm primitive."

"I see." Artemis said slowly quirking an eyebrow. "You ever use a computer?" He wondered how primitive this place was.

"My cousin has one but I've never used one or touched it."

"Your school does not have one?"

"No." He blushed and ducked his head at the incredulous stare he received. "No TVs, DVD players, or even old VCRs. Nothing electronic actually."

To say that Artemis Fowl was absolutely astounded was perhaps an understatement. "You're not kidding?"

"No." Harry giggled hesitantly. He realized just how cute Artemis looked completely and utterly stunned.

What was he working with? Artemis thought as they went back into his bedroom. "I have all the latest technology. As soon as something dies out it's replaced with the newest and latest, until I tear it apart and make it even better."

Harry kept his hands to himself and gazed around. He saw plaques and plaques of achievements. "Art Appraiser?"

"I can tell a fake from an original piece by simple sight," he explained. "Antiques and art combined. My old school, I had a psychologist argue with me over the state of his antique chair which was a complete copy. I believe I made him resign a half a year later. I admit, he was half decent. He surprised me once with his questions."

"Nothing you didn't know, huh?" Harry said peering over at a computer degree. How many did he have?

"I only have a Bachelor's degree in computer technology and designs. I plan on a Master's as soon as one of my medical degrees is completely finished."

There was nothing this teenager could do. He smiled fondly at all of them and then turned around. "You have a lot of talent, though you know that already." He said shyly.

Artemis smiled in answer. "What is your talent?"

Harry winced. He couldn't say flying or getting people killed. He said the only thing he could think of at the moment. "Surviving."

"Literally?" Artemis asked curiously.

"You've no idea." Harry said by way of answer. He sauntered over to the bookcase and gazed at it. Einstein, Newton's Law, Boyle's Law, Edison, and about a hundred other geniuses made up his shelf. The music in his room considered of mostly classical like Chopin, Mozart, and Beethoven. The only modern day CDs he had was David Bowie, Apocolyptica, Coldplay, and Three Days Grace.

Harry felt out of place. He couldn't help it. He giggled uncertainty. Hermione would really have her work cut out for her in the genius department. Actually, she'd probably be madly in love with him.

"Overwhelming?" Artemis taunted when Hedwig flew over and landed on him.

"No." He lied stroking her wing. "It's nice."

"Thank you."

Butler called for them and Artemis led the way out, Harry following behind. Everything was so very sophisticated; Aunt Petunia would be terribly jealous. Harry didn't recognize the lunch but he thanked both Butler and Artemis as he took a seat across from the genius teenager.

It was shrimp something and whatever it was, happened to be delicious. Harry realized that this was perhaps the first real meal he'd actually had but didn't voice this. Hedwig took a bite and then flew off with a hoot.

"Does she know where she's going?" Artemis asked.

"Yes. She's clever."

"I noticed." Artemis said peculiarly. "Strange how those relatives of yours allow her…"

Harry laughed hesitantly. "They didn't at first." He said biting his lower lip and nibbling on the pasta under the shrimp. "They were persuaded," he said after a moment.

Artemis arched an eyebrow at this. Who persuaded them? Had to have been some persuasion, he thought vaguely to himself. What kind of school did he really go too? What was his story? There were so many unanswered questions that they all seemed endless.

After they ate, Harry offered to help with the dishes but Artemis waved him off. "Don't worry yourself." He stated placing Harry's plate back down. "Come." It was when they went upstairs that Artemis decided to show Harry a computer.

Artemis made him sit down next to him. Harry giggled at all his technical terms and stared at him as though he had two heads. He was brilliant, very much so but Harry didn't know what was what.

"Okay, give me your hand."

Harry placed his hand in Artemis' bigger one. They were rather warm. His fingers were longer than Harry's as he placed them on the mouse and made him click both sides and then showed him the so-called 'home' keys for his fingers.

"Uncomfortable." He said typing his name slowly.

"Takes some time getting used to." Artemis said close to his ear.

Harry bit his lower lip, aware of the proximity he was in with this boy. Perhaps he was gay, he thought mildly, he'd never had his heart race before that was for sure. But then again he'd never met such a unique person.

Artemis was aware of how clean Harry's scent was despite his dressings. It occurred to him that he smelled fresh, like cold clean rain fall mixed with ivory soap. He shook himself inwardly. That was preposterous to even think about. He watched over Harry's small shoulder as he continued to type his full name over and over.

"Type mine."

"What's your middle name?"

Artemis scowled. "I hate my middle name."

Harry giggled. "I didn't ask that." He teased. "Come on, I told you a lot about me. Tell me." He said without thinking of what he was doing.

For a moment Artemis was stunned by the sweet request and tilted his head to the side. "It's Angel."

"Artemis Angel Fowl the second." Harry whispered.

"Dismal name."

"No, it's not." Harry rebuked. "It's as unique as you."

Artemis briefly smiled behind Harry's back and watched Harry slowly type the name, stumbling over a lot of the letters and having to backspace. "Practice makes perfect." He said softly to the teen, who was blushing.

"So it does." He giggled and dropped his hands from the keyboard.

"I'll teach you to move around on the Internet, if you have time?"

"I have nowhere important to be." Harry confessed. It wasn't like he had letters waiting on him. No one thought to write him this summer at all. Why should he sit up there alone in his bedroom all day and night and have nightmares?

"Good, I'd hate to deter you from whatever it is you do." Artemis said formally.

"Nothing." Harry said quietly.

By the time Harry did go home, he was full on seered swordfish, which he never in his wildest dreams ever thought he'd have. He made it home ten minutes before Dudley and got glared at by his hateful uncle.

"Where have you been boy?" He growled hatefully.

"At the park." He lied.

"Don't you let me catch you bothering the new neighbors" He snarled, mustache batting against his mouth. "I don't want your freakishness rubbing off on them."

Harry rolled his eyes and swept passed. "Whatever you say Uncle Vernon." He mumbled scaling the staircase and toward his tiny bedroom with the locks on the front and cat flap at the bottom.

Yep, nothing waiting on him when he entered that night. He thought staring around at the dull room. Artemis' was nice, it was intriguing. Definitely not boring. He couldn't believe the teenager that moved in next to them. He was astounding. Harry giggled quietly to himself as he placed his book bag down. He'd never met anyone so intelligent. Hermione was the epitome of stupid compared to him.

He shook his head visibly and pulled the tatty curtains closed. He brushed off the butterflies in his stomach. It was just nice to have someone to finally talk too. That's all it was.

(o) (o) (o)

Artemis tapped his fingers and stared at his laptop in deep thought. Harry Potter was indeed a mystery. He found that Petunia Dursley ńee Evans was a thirty-nine-year-old house-wife and Vernon Dursley was a forty-five-year-old manager at a company called Grunnings which made drills. They were well off, Dursley made more than the average income and they had one child, Dudley Vernon Dursley, a fifteen-year-old who went to a high class school called Smeltings.

When he did a search for Lily Potter ńee Evans however it showed her age, which was several years younger than her sister. However, she died a year after Harry's birth, but it doesn't say how and all he could find was her primary school records; nothing more until her death. It was like she vanished only to reappear dead.

On James Potter, there was a notice saying that he was her husband, nothing else. His search on Harry James Potter told him he was her son and under the guardianship of both the Dursleys. It didn't even tell him where Harry was born like the cousin, which was confusing. Lily and James died at the same time as far as he could tell, but there was no record of James Potter.

He recalled all of the conversations with Harry earlier that day. The glow of the screen shined on his mysteriously pale skin, giving him the usual afterglow. Maybe he was part of a protection program? Was the death of his parents a conspiracy or was it just a fluke accident?

But if there was a protection program involved why would they put him with his relatives who were obviously very neglectful? He scowled at the image on the screen. Harry was a nice person; it didn't take a genius to figure that out. Even Butler had been impressed by Harry's sweet personality.

Artemis rushed a hand through his hair before shutting down the laptop. He couldn't understand it. He stretched and grimaced. He was exhausted, and he noticed it was well after midnight, no wonder he was so tired.

He'd think on this when he was well rested. Hopefully, Harry would give him more information tomorrow.

...TBC...