A/N: This is a Harry Potter/Artemis Fowl fanfiction. For convenience, I've messed with the timelines a bit—everything takes place in the year 2002 because I said so. This is AU after The Order of the Phoenix (for Harry) and after The Lost Colony (for Artemis). I'll try to keep everyone in character and prevent Artemis from becoming a dreaded Gary Stu. Anyways, enjoy!

Disclaimer: …to appease the lawyers, lest they come flocking to eagerly tear out my flesh, I suppose I should say that I do not own Harry Potter or Artemis Fowl. Sigh.

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Prologue: Reflections
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Artemis Fowl's Journal, Disk III. Encrypted.
June 12, 2002.

The world shall remember the name Artemis Fowl.

It has been two years since I have begun to keep a—for lack of a better term—diary. Though I loathe the usage of that word because it conjures up disturbing images of teenage girls pining over unrequited crushes, I have endeavored to create a record of my thoughts and deeds for future Fowl generations.

The world shall remember the name Artemis Fowl.

Indeed. Two years ago, I was unquestionably brilliant and yet unadmittedly arrogant as well. Not that I had no right to be—even disregarding those escapades with the People, by the age of 13 I had already hacked into various heavily encrypted national security systems and transferred the funds from certain Swiss bank accounts into my own. (Thank you, Jon Spiro.)

Yet, it seems that without the humanizing influence of the fairies after the mindwipe (oh, the sheer irony of that phrase), I had easily reverted to the personality of my youth—a disposition which I myself must admit leaves much to be desired. I suppose I was ruthless then, and saw the world and the people within it as tools to be implemented and manipulated to my will. I was the ringmaster, and the universe jumped through flaming hoops for my amusement.

I have not lost my edge though, hardly. Fowls are not known for their sentimentality. It is just that I have come to appreciate the inherent power in the relationships that bind individuals together. I have found that trust can be just as effective as coercion, devotion an infinitely more powerful motivator than fear. I am not foolish. I can now see the subtleties in human (and fairy) nature that evaded me when I was young. It is an unpredictable, irrational system that our world is founded upon, but I am determined to understand it. If you can win the heart, then there will be no need to crush the mind.

Of course, my complex reasonings have been completely misconstrued by Holly, who continues to grin infuriatingly and insist that I am growing soft. I am merely choosing to participate in more legal ventures that I view as beneficial to humanity. What point is there to acquiring and hoarding wealth if I allow the world to simply nuke itself into a million radioactive pieces? Exactly.

Actually, my "evolving" personality is another reason that I'm inclined to continue this diary. Though the fairies have promised to respect the sanctity of my mind, I cannot again risk losing all of my memories of the People. If by some circumstance I am mind-wiped again, I will degenerate back into the immorality of my early years—and by losing my conscience I will gain nothing but my father and mother's disappointment. Though I would never admit this to Foaly, the fairies have come to define who I am. I have my family today because of them. They have brought a strange warmth into my life—happiness, I suppose? Hope? Magic has made my dreams real.

Perhaps I am growing sentimental. However, I also find that saving the world from vain, psychopathic, truffle-obsessed pixies tends to put things in perspective. That, as well as rescuing an entire race of demons from extinction by utilizing energy from a bomb to dimensional-travel three years into the future.

Life is good and I would be a fool not to appreciate it while it lasts.

I can hear Miles and Beckett, those twin terrors, running loose again. Beckett is being…simply Beckett. Without a doubt, however, Miles takes after me. From the sound of things, he has already persuaded (or cunningly coerced?) our father into installing a miniature laboratory in his room. I wouldn't be surprised if he figures out how to decode these diaries himself before he reaches puberty. It might prove somewhat of a challenge though, as the language in which this is encoded is not based on any known to man.

Tomorrow morning I depart for a business venture in London. An associate of mine is expressing interest in a solar cell prototype that I have been developing in my free time. Its efficiency far surpasses that of any solar cell currently in existence, but there are still many more modifications that I plan to add later on.

Though this venture is completely legitimate, Butler insists that I be accompanied by a suitable bodyguard. Butler himself, unfortunately, hasn't been in peak condition ever since the incident with Arno Blunt. He asks that I at least bring along Juliet with me tomorrow, in his place. I suppose that I will humor his over-protective streak, although I assured him that this will be no covert meeting in the seedy alleys of Ho Chi Minh City. (Ah yes, Juliet has come back to Fowl Manor. Upon returning from her wrestling stint as "The Jade Princess", Juliet has actually re-acquired her memories of the fairies as well. Funnily enough, her residual memories were triggered when she walked into the kitchen and smelled the...rather unique, shall we say, stench of Mulch. Not the most pleasant way to be reacquainted with the existence of fairies, in my opinion, although certainly effective.).

I doubt that anything remarkable will happen in London, however. Most things have settled down since I returned from Hybras five months ago, and I am inclined to believe that Fate, fickle though she is, owes me a few more months of peace anyways.

A/N: You might have noticed that Artemis's personality is more reminiscent of that in the earlier books—The Eternity Code, perhaps? However, this is because regardless of how much he changes, I believe that Artemis will never be quite as warm and outwardly affectionate as other boys his age. However, he definitely has learned some things and will continue to mature in the duration of this story.