Disclaimer: belongs to JK Rowling and Eion Colfer
Some clarification- set after HP5 and AF7
Hermione POV
I was so excited to be returning to Hogwarts. I was going to be in my 6th year, out of eight, and was just thrilled to see Harry and Ron again. I was quite worried for Harry, however. At the end of our last year Sirius Black, Harry's godfather, had died. Harry had been devastated, naturally, and I was too. It wasn't like I knew Sirius all that well, but he was a good man and anyway, Harry is my best friend. Of course I feel for him.
After some quick check ups, Ron, Harry, and I headed back towards our usual compartment. When we reached it, though, someone else was already there. I sucked in my breath. It wasn't like it was unusual for someone to be in there, it was him.
The boy. He had midnight hair, swooping back from his forehead. His skin was white-like really pale, not like the race- and, weirdest of all, he was reading.
Okay, some explanations would probably be helpful now. It's not as if I've never seen a novel before, I practically live in the library. But at Hogwarts, for someone to be reading was strange on the Express. Normally, this was the time children were suddenly free of the magic restrictions.
But it was clear this boy was not normal.
The dark-haired bloke glanced up with an annoyed expression. "What," He drawled out. "Would you like? I must warn you, I will not buy anything."
Ron was the first to answer, probably not a good thing. "Uh, for you to leave?" He blustered.
I wince inwardly. Ron had been quite rude, but the guy didn't let it faze him. "Let me rationalize it," He said, sitting up. "It indubitably isn't that complex. I went here prior to , considering this is pubic space, I receive every right to be here as your… trio." He said the last word in disgust, as if he could not imagine sinking to the levels of friends.
Ron gaped at the bloke. Harry had more manners than that- unlike the dark-haired bloke-, but he still stared, transfixed by whoever this boy was.
As always, it was up to me to show my own intelligence. I stepped past Ron, looking in to the bloke's eyes. For a second I froze. His eyes weren't the same at all. One looked like Honeyduke's chocolate, and the other like a block of ice. Then I remembered myself. "Look here. I do apologize for my friend, but as you said, this is public space. We have a right to remain in this compartment. If you have an issue with sharing this room with us, well." I shrug. "That's not our problem."
I look at him, wondering if he'll admit defeat. I thought not, but he stood up and gathered his novels. Then he looked at me and gave the creepiest smile. He looked like one of the vampires from the adventure novels I used to read before...well, I suppose before my life began to resemble them."
"You are correct. I would wish nothing less than to remain in a compartment with some lower intellects." He grinned weirdly again at my offended expression. "Not you, though I have no doubt I can handle more knowledge than you. No, I meant your red-haired friend."
He started to leave, but turned back and offered his hand to me. "I am Artemis Fowl the second. I will be a sixth year."
I was surprised, considering we'd just fought, but I took his hand. "Hermione Granger. I'll be a sixth year as well, though I haven't seen you before."
"You would've." He replied, and he left.
Ron POV
At the sorting
I was sulking between Harry and Ginny at the Sorting. Hermione had told me to get over it already, but Fowl's comments had still annoyed me. Who did he think he was, anyway? Just 'cause I didn't talk like a bloody dictionary didn't mean I was an idiot.
I was imagining me creaming Fowl in a duel when Harry elbowed me. "Hey, the Sorting's done. It should be time for…" He trails off as Dumbledore stands up. Harry's always treated the old headmaster like a god, though I reckoned he was right mad.
"Before we eat, we shall have a special Sorting. Artemis Fowl will be joining us this year as a sixth year. Please welcome him kindly."
I groan. Not him again! Fowl walks up to the Hat, an annoying smirk on his face. I want to hit him.
He sits down, and the Hat thinks, as much as a hat can. After what feels like eternity, it shouts out "SLYTHERIN!"
Well, that's a shocker. Not. Hermione seems disappointed, I don't know why. Maybe she wanted someone else smart to debate. That can't happen now. Slytherins and Gryffindors don't hang out. Like, ever.
And anyway, why would they want to?