AN: Here Artemis gets some more immersion in the Wizarding World! This chapter was just typed instead of written on paper and then typed and edited, so see if you can tell a difference in the writing. Anyways, thanks for all the reviews, follows, and faves! If any of you want to know the answers to any questions you have, please feel free to ask. Artemis should be enrolling next chapter and term will start the chapter after that most likely.

I don't own either AF or HP!

Butler followed on Artemis's heels, his towering frame and menacing presence creating an opening in the thick crowd around the pair like a bubble. Artemis calmly strode down the street, taking in the various names of the shops and memorizing them for future reference. He was also listening to the crowd's conversation, and heard the words 'Quidditch World Cup' and 'Death Eaters' mentioned often.

Having read about both the sport and the supposedly disbanded group of terrorists, he was understandably curious. The pale teenager turned towards a stall on the sidewalk that was selling newspapers and muttered,

"Holly. Can you get me a paper?" He would have purchased one himself, but unfortunately they hadn't traded in their Euros for wizard currency yet. He heard a tiny sigh, and ten seconds later a newspaper appeared on the ground in front of him. He bent over and picked it up, surprised to see at first glance that the pictures seemed to move.

When he moved his gaze to the headline, he was alarmed to see the words 'The Dark Mark Returns'. In his reading, he had learned how the Dark Mark was a spell performed to send a sign into the sky after a killing had been carried out by the Death Eaters, and was a sign of terror and also of Voldemort, the dark wizard who had supposedly died fourteen years ago.

After scanning the article, Artemis tucked it into his suit and continued down the street, mildly disturbed. Maybe there was, in fact, a valid threat to the People. If Voldemort came back… the death and destruction would be catastrophic.

He shook his thoughts off when he saw a sign proclaiming 'Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions'. Artemis decided he might as well get fitted now for his school robes and stepped into the shop.

Madam Malkin was a friendly witch who bustled around Artemis as she fitted him for his robes, chatting cheerily, her enthusiasm not dampening by the icy, abrupt nature of Artemis's answers.

"So what will you be ordering today?"

"Three sets of plain black work robes, two winter cloaks, and a set of formal robes."

"Ah, Hogwarts then?"

"Yes."

"I haven't seen you before, but you're too old for a first year,"

"My magic developed late."

"Really? How peculiar! Do you know what year you'll be entering?"

"No." He winced as a pin stuck his arm.

"Well, that should be about it," she said, shooing him off the fitting platform. "I'll have them ready in twenty minutes or so."

"We'll pick them up then and pay," Artemis said before stalking out of the shop.


Their next stop was Gringotts Wizarding Bank.

Artemis liked the old, statuesque, marble building and appreciated the architecture and craftsmanship as he strode into the bank. He went straight to the back of the hall, not showing any sign of discomposure at the strange creatures that gave him dark looks as he passed. Wizards called them goblins, but they were very different from the fire-breathing, scaly, dimwitted version he was acquainted with.

"Yes?" The goblin at the tallest desk hissed when he halted in front of it.

"I wish to exchange Euros for wizarding currency," Artemis stated.

"How much will you want to convert it into?"

"5000 galleons' worth, a third of it in sickles and one fifth in knuts," Artemis said calmly. The goblin's shadowy gaze intensified at the amount he threw out so casually.

"Will you want to rent a vault for that?"

"Yes, of course."

"Then the total amount will be 5 million Euros." The goblin grinned nastily, exposing sharp teeth, awaiting the boy's reaction to the huge amount.

"Very well," Artemis said briskly, taking out his wallet and quickly counting out the right amount before giving it to the goblin, who sat, stunned, for a moment before taking the thick wad of bills.

"You are vault number 456," he muttered darkly, handing Artemis a large key. "Thank you for your business."

After a brief trip to the vault, Artemis and Butler emerged from the bank with more than enough money for the rest of their trip.

"Books next, I think," Artemis directed before making his way to a nearby shop, Flourish and Blotts.


Many of the books required for Hogwarts students were amont the seven Artemis had stolen, so he had to purchase less than he thought.

Magical Theory, Magical Drafts and Potions, Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, Numerology and Grammatica were the only ones he had to buy to meet the requirements for the supply list he had memorized.

When they emerged from the shop with the books in Butler's arms, Artemis picked up his robes from Madam Malkin's (which also went to Butler).

He purchased potion ingredients and equipment and was headed down the street to the wand shop when he passed by a storefront and felt a prickling on the back of his neck, like someone was watching him.

Or something, he thought when he turned to see a large, white barn owl's black gaze drilling into him.

"Butler, wouldn't it be useful to have a foolproof method of communication?"

"Yes," Butler grunted, shifting the bags in his arms.

"So I thought," Artemis said, striding into Eeylops Owl Emporium.

He left with the white owl in a cage under Butler's already overloaded arm.

Butler sighed and trudged after Artemis toward the small, rather forlorn shop with the sign "Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands Since 382 B.C." hanging above the doorway. In the cobwebbed window was a shabby display of a single wand lying on a dusty purple cushion. Artemis exchanged a dubious glance with Butler before pushing open the door.

Inside was a small, dusty reception area, a desk, and behind that shelves of long, narrow boxes stacked up to the ceiling a bit precariously. Artemis rang a small bell on the desk and waited calmly until a wraith-like old man appeared suddenly from the back, his wide, pale eyes almost staring straight through Artemis before focusing on his customer.

"Welcome, welcome, to Ollivander's. I assume you are here for a wand? But you are too old... well, no matter, the wand chooses the wizard..." and with that, he disappeared back into the shelves, and they could hear muttering as he slid wand boxes off the shelves, returning with a tall stack of wands.

"Wave each wand, we'll know if it's right," he told Artemis, who did as he said, feeling rather foolish.

Hazel, unicorn hair, 12 inches. A puff of acrid smoke.

Walnut, pheonix feather, 10 1/2 inches. A row of boxes fly off the shelves.

Yew, dragon heartstring, 14 inches. A glass shatters violently.

And so on, more and more disasters occurring as Ollivander bustled around, muttering to himself as he picked out more and more wands.

Finally a huge pile of discarded wands lay on the floor and broken things lay all over the shop. Ollivander stood thoughtfully in the midst of the chaos, frowning and scratching his head, before slowly crossing to a back corner of the room and drawing out an extremely dusty, old-fashioned box.

"Highly unusual... hm, but I wonder..." He muttered before carefully presenting the box to Artemis. "Elder wood, dragon heartstring core, 13 inches, slightly springy. Elder wood is very rare, and it takes a remarkable wizard to wield an elder wand. But those who can are marked out for a special destiny."

Artemis took the wand and cautiously swished it in the air, as he had been doing for the past hour. But this time, nothing bad happened.

A huge wave of warmth ran through his body. His magic brightened and stirred in his mind, and the wand began to shoot off warm, bright jets of blue, green, and amber light.

"Yes, yes, that's it!" Ollivander said excitedly. "You have very powerful magic, Artemis Fowl."

Artemis looked at the man oddly. He hadn't told him his name had he? The boy paid and left quickly, pocketing his new wand.

"Let's get back to our hotel," Artemis said, tired and needing some time to think over what he had seen that day.