Artemis Fowl and Harry Potter: Weapons of Magic.

Okay, so here is my new fan fiction. I had this idea milling around in my head one day, after watching a Wolverine movie. Wolverine himself is not in this story, but later you'll see why I got the idea. Harry Potter and the gang are in this story, plus Artemis Fowl, Holly, Butler, Juliet, ect. Soooo, here is the first chapter. Please read and review!

By the way, the name Aeron, comes from the Welsh unisex form of the Celtic word, Agrona. Agrona was the name of the goddess of war and death. She was portrayed as a masculine figure and the name means, "carnage and slaughter." I thought the name seemed fitting for what's to come. Carys means love in Welsh.

This story is going to be rated T just to be safe. There won't be a ton of swear words and there won't be any smutty sex scenes, but there will be violence.

Witches and Wizards know of the Fairies existence in Haven, but they keep pretty separate, since they are different species. They don't bother each other much. They have ambassadors to keep peace between both worlds, and they keep each other a secret from Muggles.

I'm going to try and make this fic a lengthier than my last one (which I'm not quite finished with) and try to write better. I'm using the first chapter to explain about Aeron's early life. Hopefully everybody likes. Read and review!

Aeron stepped into one of his laboratories, marveling at far he'd come in life, and what he was about to do. Pretty good, considering he'd been born to a poor Welsh woman and lived in the slums of London most of his life, and had only gone to a crummy magic school.

Aeron had been born in Wales, to a woman who had been around the block with a few too many men. She had no idea who the boy's father was, and, frankly, didn't care. Even if she did know, he likely wouldn't care for the baby.

She lived in a small village and gave birth one rainy, stormy night. She came a couple of week's early, going into labor in the living room of her small, rundown house. The only person near enough to hear her screams for help was a sort of midwife who lived next door.

Maud had no official training as a medical assistant or anything, but she had helped birth babies before and new a bit of herbs and spells. She had mistook the first scream for thunder, or her mind playing tricks on her, and continued watching the small television set, but upon hearing the second scream, she arose from her threadbare couch and realized it must be Carys next door. She drew on a tattered coat, grabbed a small bag she kept in her room, and ran out into the rain to Carys's house. She knocked on the door and tried the handle. It was unlocked. She entered and hurried to the living room. Carys was on the couch, clutching her swollen belly.

"The baby is coming," she said. "It's early though. I'm bleeding."

"Calm down," said Maud instantly. "It's only a couple of weeks early. You should be alright."

The nearest hospital was thirty miles away in the next town over.

"There is not time," said Carys. "I can't get to the hospital."

Maud rushed around the house, getting blankets and pillows. She set out some blankets on the floor and a couple of pillows. She asked Carys to remove her skirt and underwear.

"I have to check how dilated you are," said Maud. She checked and found that Carys was almost fully dilated. The baby would be here soon.

"Its hurts," moaned Carys.

"It'll be over soon," murmured Maud, trying to sound reassuring. She mixed a pinch of some ground herb into some water and told Carys to drink it. "That'll help with the pain a bit."

Carys drank a few sips and lay on the blanket, her legs spread. She couldn't say she was excited to have this baby. She hadn't ever really wanted kids. But she had slept around a bit too much, and here she was.

She swore as another contraction came on, stronger. The herb didn't help very much.

"Drink it all," Maud urged her. Carys finished the cup.

Fully dilated, Maud showed her how to breath and told her to push. Carys did as she was told, wishing it to be over.

A bolt of lightning struck somewhere and the power went out. Maud swore like a sailor. She needed to be able to see.

"There's, candles, in the coffee table drawer, and matches," huffed Carys, and more lightening lit up the room for a second and thunder shook the house. Maud quickly found them and lit several, placing them on the table and the side table by the ratty couch. She also found a small flash light and balanced it so she could see what she was doing.

Carys pushed and sweated for several minutes, though it seemed like hours to her. The baby crowned.

"He's coming, I can see his head, just a little more," said Maud. "Come on."

Carys gave a last push and the baby slid free.

"It's a boy," said Maud as the baby let out a weak squall.

Carys breathed a sigh of relief. "Is he all right?" she asked weakly. She sat up and seen the blood all over the pale blanket she lay on. It looked eerie in the candle light. Blood, she thought dizzily. Like a scene of carnage. She shrieked. "WHY IS THERE SO MUCH BLOOD?"

Maud knew something was wrong, but she could help it. She quickly cleaned the baby and wrapped him in a blanket and mixed some herbs into a cup with a few whispered words, and gave it to Carys.

"Drink it all, quickly," said Maud. Carys obeyed.

Maud cleaned her up the best she could. The bleeding stopped after a few minutes. Carys would be alright.

"You'll be fine," said Maud, breathing a sigh of relief.

Carys looked at the little bundle in her arms and put him to her breast to feed.

"Wow," she said. "He's actually-beautiful."

She hadn't been excited about a baby. She hadn't planned on one, but when she found she was pregnant, she couldn't abort it. He was a little life growing inside her, and hadn't asked to be conceived. It was no fault of the babies. She had slept around and hadn't been careful. Besides, she had been accident, and her mother had told her she almost aborted her. She thought of how close she had come to never being born and couldn't do that. Now that the baby was here, she was actually happy. Although she worried how she would care for him; she was quite poor.

"Aeron," she said. "That'll be his name."

Carys and Aeron moved to London when he was three. She had an Aunt there who owned a small home on the edge of the slums. She had a job lined up for Carys that paid more than the waitress job Carys had. It was another waitress job, so Carys would still be waiting tables, but it made more and she had an opportunity to try and make a better life.

She tried her best to be a good mother. Her own parents had been abusive to her and never showed much love or affection. She wasn't good at giving it, but she tried, and Aeron's Aunt Carrie showered him hugs and kisses, excited have a little one in the house.

Aunt Carrie died after two years and left her house to them. It was paid off, so Carys was grateful, despite it being small and rundown. It was still in a bit better shape than the home she had had in Wales.

Carys had small magical abilities. Her mother had been a witch and actually gone to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Her father had been a Muggle, but some of her mother's powers had been passed down. She hadn't gone to any school, and only learned a small bit from her mother. When Aeron was ten, he got a letter from a local magic school. It was small, crummy, and comparable to a poor school in an inner city. But Aeron, who seemed to have inherited a bit of magical talent, was excepted and went, getting most of his stuff from second hand shops in Halbury Alley, which was a magical area hidden in the slums. It wasn't as nice as Diagon Alley, but it had the essentials.

Aeron had a hard first year, getting used to learning the things he needed. Being poor and wearing second hand items, he got picked on a lot. Carys had gotten a job as a maid in the summer before he went for his second year. She had walked in on the man of the house having an affair with some lady, so for her silence, the man upped her pay considerably, so she wouldn't go and tattle to the wife. She kept her mouth shut and her son went back to school in new clothes, and had new, decent items.

He made some friends with a few first years, and even a few in his own classes. In his second year, he quickly got better at magic and ended up being the smartest and most talented boy in his year, and even better than some of the third and fourth years. His teachers gave him extra tutoring and marveled at his talent.

"Good job," said Carys, when Aeron came home with his report card one day. "You should have gone to Hogwarts."

"Nah," said Aeron. "I'd have to go away from you for months at a time, and I'd much rather come home everyday to you, Mom."

Aeron started dabbling in dark magic in his fourth year, finding books in the library. He was granted access to the areas generally only allowed to the seventh year students, studying advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts. His knowledge increased by leaps and bounds and he began doing dark spells in secret, creating his own spells.

This led to one kid falling off his broom at a Quidditch match against a small school from Black Pool. The kid had picked on him, calling him a nerd, and at the match, riding his brand new Nimbus 4000, he had fallen off and broken both his legs. Aeron smirked to himself when it happened.

Nobody suspected him. He wasn't a particularly nasty kid. He was pretty well behaved in class, and only got caught passing notes a couple of times. The teachers usually just scolded him and let it go, because he was so talented and well behaved the rest of the time. He had only gotten detention once. He turned his homework in on time and didn't cause trouble.

Voldemort came to power again (AN: Aeron is one year older than Harry Potter). But the boy known as Harry Potter managed to defeat him.

Aeron thought about Voldemort and figured it be a pretty good idea to wipe out most Muggles. The world should belong to magical creatures. Look at the fairies that lived below ground. They had to keep hidden from the Mud Men, as they were called to the fairies. If non magical people knew about Fairies, they would try and exploit them and likely kill them off. It was true that they weren't human, but it wasn't fair they had to go live below ground.

These thoughts formed the basis for his plans later.

He decided he would become the most powerful wizard ever, and would create an army and rid the world of the non magical beings. Fairies could come to live on the surface once more, and the world would belong to those who had magic.

In his seventh year, he graduated with top honors. He was a good looking man, with dark brown hair and bluish green eyes. His mother thought he looked very handsome when he went up to get his diploma and she felt very proud of him.

Eighteen now, he left home and told his mother he would be going abroad to study more and see more of the world. He had written two books on magic in his sixth year and published them, which brought him quite a sum of money. The money had helped his mother to get the house fixed up. She had a gun for protection (just in case something ever happened). He had used magic to toughen up the house and the locks, so his mother would always be safe. He decided that he ridded the world of non magical beings, he would probably let half Muggles live, since they had magic. His mother was half Muggle, and she wasn't so bad.

He studied Dark Magic and learned a lot in his time abroad. He created more of his spells and began to bring his plan to fruition very quickly, creating dark, horrid magical creatures and hiding them, asleep , in various places around the world. They would be called on when needed.

He built a laboratory hidden away from everyone and had only certain trusted people come to work for him. His plan would come to be very quickly.

Now, he looked at the table before him, upon which lay a dead body, half decayed, stinking up the room. He had found the burial spot and taken the body, surprised to find a spark of spirit left, which was all needed to do the spell. He wanted this wizard, knowing him to be having been powerful wizard. He'd done a great part during Voldemort's time, although for the good side. By bringing him back to life, he would have control over this person, and this person would work for him.

He drew a five pointed star around the table and chalked in some symbols, muttering and waving his wand about, concentrating hard. He drew symbols on the half rotted body, clad in a tattered black robe.

He laid a clump of a magic ore, known as Pimante. He lifted his wand and began chanting.

The Pimante glowed and sunk into the body. The body jerked and twitched, the movements growing more rapid and violent as the spell progressed. The decayed bits of the body grew back, making the man whole once more, as if he had never died.

Aeron, finished with the chanting, lowered his wand and gazed intently at the body. The body jerked once more and lay still.

"Work," he muttered.

The chest began to rise and fall as the body breathed. The eyes flickered open.

"Welcome back to life, Severus Snape."

Snape blinked a few times and sat up.

"What-?" his voice sounded raspy, having not spoken in so long. He looked at himself. "But-I-the snake-I died."

"You were dead," said Aeron. "I have brought you back to life and now you belong to me."

Snape looked at him and just blinked, seeming confused. "I'm alive?"

"Yes," said Aeron. "Do you remember anything of being dead? What was it like?"

Snape thought for a moment, and shook his head. "I don't remember."

"Probably because I brought you back to life," said Aeron. "I figured it. But now, we have to work to do."

"We do?" asked Snape. "What about Voldemort? I thought-"

"Harry Potter killed him," said Aeron. "Voldemort is no more."

Snape actually smiled. "So, the boy did it?"

"Yes," said Aeron. "You've been dead for some years now."

Aeron sent out Snape to do something for him, and Snape fled. Somehow, the spell had not worked, or Snape was too strong for it. Snape fled and didn't come back. Aeron swore and went into a rage when he found this out, and killed two of his workers.

When he calmed down, he decided to start his new plan.