Disclaimer: As I said previously, I do not own Artemis Fowl or Hermione Granger. They belong to Eoin Colfer and J.K. Rowling

Immediately, Hermione whipped out her wand, or a stick in Artemis's view, and muttered underneath her breath, "Aguamenti." Nothing happened, and Artemis just stared her-wondering slightly if she was the one who needed the therapy sessions, not him. She then proceeded to practically run over to the door and say, "Alohomora." There was still no effect. Artemis, on the other hand, had reasoned that the best thing to do in the situation was ignore the lunatic and examine the room for any materials that may help in extinguishing the fire, as that was the only solution left. The fire was spreading rapidly, and Artemis hadn't quite finished his search for anything useful when Hermione told him to hold onto her arm. Of course, Artemis found the request illogical and continued his search. Exasperated, Hermione outstretched her arm with the 'stick' towards Artemis, whispered "Accio," in between coughing. A quite surprised Artemis flew across the room to Hermione, who grabbed his arm. Then they were gone, and within a few seconds, they were both in London, England at a pub that is known as the Leaky Cauldron.

As soon as Artemis's head cleared from that transportation method, he turned to Hermione, looked at her pointedly, and said, "Do explain, Ms. Granger, why, or how if you will, we were transported from a room in Ireland to a ratty alley in what I suppose is England in front of a bar?" He continued, "Furthermore, why the fire was set in the beginning." Hermione was gaping at Artemis, " You can see it? The Leaky Cauldron, you see it? Muggles… aren't…supposed?" The boy stared at her coldly, "Your answer is not satisfactory, and could not be in any way considered an explanation. Also, 'muggle' is not word. Explain." Hermione shook herself and muttered to herself, "Can he be a wizard? I know he's had no training, so he's never gone to school. But he can see the Leaky Cauldron!" She finally looked up at Artemis, " I am a witch. You might be a wizard. The fire was set by a… by a… criminal, an enemy of mine. We got here by apparation. I'm sorry, but you'll have to come with me to see Professor Dumbledore. For now, why don't you get a butterbeer in there?"

"I don't drink."

Hermione sighed, " It's not alcoholic. Go!"

Confused, slightly curious as to the urgency of the situation, and slightly miffed at the prospect of having been partially forced to enter the dingy pub, Artemis obeyed and ordered a butterbeer from the bar tender, Tom. The butterbeer, Artemis found, was delicious. It was a warm, creamy, drink that instantly made you feel better, even if you weren't upset to begin with. After Artemis had finished his drink, he excused himself to the restroom, where he texted Butler, his bodyguard:

Butler, I am in London, England-

through I am not sure for how

much longer. Please fly over

immediately. ~AFII

Artemis wasn't positive what he was dealing with, but from he could tell so far, Butler would be needed, and so would Holly Short. He twisted the ring on his finger, realizing it had been over six months since he had communicated with the LEP (Lower Elements Protection) elf captain, and that they hadn't exactly parted on the best of terms. After a few moments he called Holly Short on the fairy communicator, which was the ring, and prepared to confront the wrath of the elf from being summoned to England, of all places. Artemis was sure the People didn't know of these wizards/witches, and even if they did, they needed to know of the war between the wizards that was sure to be coming. He heard a voice in his ear.

"Artemis? You had better have a good reason for calling me right now; I'm in the middle of a meeting with Mulch, who is being held in jail for the time being. He is suspected of stealing the head of the councils personal collection of gold."

"Holly, I was just taken from St. Bartleby's to England in less than thirty seconds by a person who claims she is a witch, and it appears I might be a wizard. Did you know of these magic users?"

Holly paused and then replied, " No, but is there any possibility it was an illusion and she convinced you of this?"
"None at all, I was conscious the entire time and personally witnessed the events. Is there any way you come to the surface. I believe a war is going to break out. Soon. It will affect humans and the People alike."

"Let me talk to the commander."

So that was chapter two. If you liked it, reviewing would be great. Or not. Even if you didn't like it, could you help me out? Or if you just too lazy, it would be appreciated if you just clicked the review button and pressed some completely random letter or number so I'll have some motive to continue writing this because it's actually, **gasps**being read!