Disclaimer:I do not own Artemis Fowl or Harry Potter. I do, however, own the plot of this story and any OCs I may introduce at a later date.

To the anonymous reviewer: I apologise for the 'tell-instead-of-show', but I'm trying to skim over the backstory so that I can get into the meat. I'll slow right down and up the depth once I've got to the right place. It shouldn't take too long, just bear with it.

Terribly sorry about the long absence. Regular updates should now resume.

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The rest of Artemis' shopping trip passed surprisingly quickly. He purchased practically a library's worth of books on magic and magical history. A visit to the robe shop yielded some expensive, silken robes – only the best for Artemis, of course – and a specialist potioneer's provided him with a large supply of ingredients.

There was only one thing that didn't go to plan. Artemis failed to find a familiar. None of the owls caught his eye. He'd never liked cats, and a toad or a rat was out of the question. He supposed he'd just have to address the problem at a later date. For now, it was best to study.

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Several weeks passed, and Artemis had worked through his entire collection of books. He'd even made some improvements to some of the spells and potions once he'd got a handle on the techniques. The history books were informative, and he'd found that the reason for the Gringotts vault was that Lord Hugo de Folé had been a very powerful wizard and one of the very first to utilize Gringotts. He was actually quite an infamous name in wizarding history – he had been known as the Snakeye, which according to legend was because he had stared down a basilisk without dying or even so much as breaking a sweat. Artemis suspected that he had been a Parselmouth and had tamed the creature that way. It would certainly explain his own affinity for the sinuous reptiles. He made a note to test himself for Parseltongue abilities.

Having found that nearly all incantations were based on Latin, he had tested out some different languages and found some interesting effects. French made mind-affecting spells, especially love-related ones, more effective and was good for food, while German incantations were unparalleled for mechanical operations. Every language had its own magical characteristics, and Artemis was in the middle of debating whether or not to keep the knowledge to himself or publish a treatise when an owl arrived bearing a letter. It was addressed to Artemis Fowl II, Artemis' Workshop, Fowl Manor, Fowl Estate, Dublin

Frowning, he opened it and began to read.

Dear Master Fowl,

It has come to our attention that you have recently awakened some magical abilities. We are most pleased that a member of the Fowl line has once again become a part of the wizarding world, and as such we are reinstating all of your ancestor's holdings to you. An enumerated list is below.

We are somewhat confused as to why the Trace has not applied itself to you, and a representative will be arriving at your home shortly.

Cornelius Fudge, Minister for Magic

Attached to the letter was a long list of properties and titles, among which were a magical estate close to Fowl Manor and a seat on the Wizengamot. Idly fingering his wand in its holster, he kept his hand on it discreetly as he opened the door. "Yes?"

A robed man looked at him, rolled his eyes and pulled a wand. "Confund-"

With a flick of his fingers, Artemis slammed the man backwards, sending him to the floor and his wand flying. Smirking, the young genius commended himself on having the foresight to train his wandless magic. "I am Artemis Fowl the Second. I assume you are a representative of this 'Cornelius Fudge'?"

The wizard gaped. "Not possible. Your magic only just awakened, you should only be eleven! And how did you do that without a wand?!"

"And yet here I stand. Allow me to fill you in. I am not, nor was I ever, naturally a wizard. My latent abilities – no doubt passed down from Hugo – did not awaken at eleven, and would never have done so were I not recently exposed to a high concentration of magic which kickstarted my powers. As for the wandless magic, I began training myself as soon as the power surfaced. However, that is not your concern. I am most displeased with your conduct. Please vacate my property immediately, or I will remove you."

As Artemis slowly drew his wand, the wizard disappeared with a crack.

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Cornelius Fudge sat in his office, sweating, as he stared at the letter he had received.

Dear Minister Fudge,

I am extremely displeased. You sent one of your lackeys to my house without an appointment, who then proceeded to attempt a Confundus Charm on me. Your Trace is not on me because I am above the age at which it will apply itself, and even were it not, I would have already broken it. I am not a dog to be kept on a leash.

You can be sure that the general populace will be hearing about this disgraceful conduct.

Artemis Fowl II

He considered the report from the Auror he had sent to the Fowl estate. The young man had thrown him halfway down the drive without a wand. Fudge shuddered to think what he could accomplish with one, especially since he had acquired the Fowl Wand.

This wand had a long and chequered history, though not quite on the level of the Elder Wand. It had been made by Hugo de Folé from the fang of the basilisk he had tamed and the wood of an ebony tree that had sat at the heart of a dark forest, whittled by a blade of bone and tempered in his own blood. The wand would allow nobody other than a Fowl to even touch it, and maybe only one Fowl in ten generations would ever have a chance of wielding it fully. Artemis was such a one, the wand having given him its allegiance as soon as he laid a hand on it. The combination of the two was a horrifying thought, even more so since Fudge had found tales of the boy's exploits in the muggle world. He would have to run damage control as soon as possible, and with that in mind, he got on the Floo to Albus Dumbledore.

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For the next few days, all was quiet. Artemis spent his time at home, raising an extensive and deadly ward network with all the skill, power and viciousness passed down through his line. Some of the protections were well beyond the border of Dark, but that was what one got when dealing with the Fowls. As long as you get results, the method is irrelevant. When his home was protected to his satisfaction, he returned to Gringotts and collected his Family Ring, keying in Fowl Manor as the new main property. A full portfolio was provided, and while he was irritated that the goblins had said nothing to him of ancestral estates or hereditary artefacts, he couldn't fault their business sense. After all, while he didn't own them, it was free money for them.

When he considered it, he wasn't actually at all sure what he wanted to do yet. The pureblood society would doubtless look down on him for the long history of dormant magic, though they would put on a sweet façade for his wealth. He had never liked hobnobbing with the rich and powerful; they were all so narrow and petty, and the wizarding versions probably even more so. With that in mind, he turned to what he had heard of magical creatures. They were treated as little better than animals, and in some case worse. Scowling to himself, he resolved to do something about that at a later date.

In passing research, he had found something on Hogwarts, the British school of magic. Apparently it was one of the most impressively warded places in the world – something he would be interested to see – but more eye-catching was the supposed curse on the Defence Against the Dark Arts position. For several decades, not one teacher had managed to stay past a year. He smiled his trademark vampire grin. That was a challenge he liked the look of.

Striding into the Daily Prophet offices, robes billowing behind him with the aid of a most amusing charm he had found (attributed to one 'Severus Snape'), he completely ignored the frantic cries of the secretary and went into the main office where he proceeded to hand them the story of a decade – the Fowl line once again magical, and the Minister immediately putting his foot in it. As reporters, they jumped on it like a dog on a bone, and Artemis had the foresight to throw them a few teasing lines about future plans, to keep them hooked and waiting.

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Albus Dumbledore was having a bad day. Cornelius had called him, and at first he'd been ecstatic. The first magical Fowl in hundreds of years attending school in the same year as Harry Potter! Two living legends under his thumb, to manipulate and twist to his will. Then things had taken a marked turn to the worse. The Fowl was a grown man, already with command of his magic, and had summarily ejected an Auror from his property. When they had tried to make a second visit, three men died from some frankly brutal wards he had erected around the estate. Then, later, the evening Prophet had come in, and the headline had nearly given Albus a heart attack.

Fowl Heir in Ministry Mess-Up

Rita Skeeter Reports

Early today, it was detected that the Fowl line – a notorious wizarding name from the past, long thought magically dead – had a living magical successor. A Ministry Auror was sent to escort the young Artemis Fowl back to his wizarding roots, but things took a turn for the worse. The Heir, as this reporter can attest, is a grown man with full command of his magic. He was gracious enough to visit us at the Prophet just a few minutes before the time of writing, and give us the following interview.

RS: So, Mister Fowl, if you don't mind me asking, how did you awaken your magic so late?

AF: Were it not for certain… extraordinary circumstances, my magic would never have awoken at all. However, over the recent years, I have been exposed to large quantities of magical energy, and I believe that it acted something like a jumpstart for my own powers. You'll have to forgive the Muggle expression, there is no wizarding equivalent.

RS: I see. Can you shed any light on these 'extraordinary circumstances' and their magical nature?

AF: I am afraid not. It would put certain people in an… unfortunate position, and I am not willing to do that to them.

RS: Interesting. Alright, what about the Auror who showed up, and the three more who died to your newly erected Dark wards?

AF: The Auror made no appointment and no announcement of his arrival, and immediately tried to Confund me when I opened the door. I defended myself and, as is my right as Lord Fowl, ejected him from my property for his poor conduct. I didn't want such a thing happening again, so I put up some defences. This so-called 'Dark' magic is simply a more effective deterrent. It has no bearing on my personal inclinations; I use it merely because it makes for a better defence.

RS: So am I right to assume you have no particular bias towards Dark or Light? A lot of wizards are firmly aligned one way or another.

AF: As I have said, I care not for the nature of the magic I use, only if it is effective. Pragmatism is a trait I value and cultivate. There is as much Light magic in the wards as Dark, the Dark is simply noticed because you, as a culture, are biased against it.

RS: A lot of wizards would disagree with you there.

AF: I'm sure. However, history speaks for itself. Practitioners of 'Dark' magic are often shunned or outright hated. Some of them, I'll admit, are simply evil to begin with – this Voldemort individual I've been reading about, for example. However, magic is not an exclusive choice between Light and Dark, it is a single body. If you wish to select certain aspects of it, that is your loss. Salazar Slytherin was a great wizard, one of the Four Founders, and do you really think someone like Gryffindor would have worked with him if he was inherently evil? Practising 'Dark' magic is simply a different view, not a different creed entirely, though some may take their personal ideals of it to that level – again, Voldemort would be an example.

RS: For someone new to our world, you seem remarkably well-informed.

AF: Miss Skeeter, I am a genius. That is not a boast, it is a fact. I have done my research, and I know as much information about this world as anyone. I'll admit I lack experience, but that's something I can only gain through time.

RS: So, what are you planning?

AF: As of yet, I'm not entirely sure, but the curse on the Hogwarts Defence position looks like a worthy challenge. We shall see, I suppose…

And with that, he left. This reporter is eager to see how the Minister responds to his grievous error. One can only hope that the gross breach of etiquette is forgiven, as someone of Lord Fowl's obvious power and intellect, not to mention wealth, would be a terrible loss to take before the game has even begun. Only one thing is for certain – the Wizarding World is in for some interesting times.