Hey, I was re going through the reviews and have decided to answer some questions that were asked as well as comment on some stuff. This could take a while, but I want to thank everyone that reviewed THANK YOU (If you don't want to read this, just skip it, it'll be long).

"Great story. Malfoy seems a small bit out of character though. I kind of think of him as more mean and nasty."-Bob the Builder mafia man

I thought about that, but I figured it would be best if he was venerable and such because all the Voldie followers hate him for something I have planned later in the story. ;)

"Faster than Artemis could say "Frond" Professor Potter had disarmed him and had him at wand point. "Who the hell are you, Death Eater? No one is immune to the Imperious Curse, no one! It is physically impossible." Today we will be focusing mainly on the Imperious curse. It is no good trying to explain it in theory, so today we will be practicing throwing it off. I am going to keep this up until every one of you can do so. They must have been there for a while. Anyway Story looks great so far. Hoping to see more updates though :P"-Bob the Builder mafia man

Well, they would have been there all class if not for Draco's… reaction. It was planned to be spread out for a few weeks worth of classes, after they had done other stuff. However, things don't always go as planned… CUE EVIL LAUGH MUHAHAHAHAHAH!!!

"Interesting premise, although Potter's position as DADA Prof confused me.watches the fic"-Icestar-comet-moon

Ahh, I was waiting for that. I KNEW I'd have to explain it personally at some point, so here it goes… I changed how things went over the summer for Harry. Moody still died, blahblahblah. But instead of going to the Burrow or HQ, he went to Hogwarts, because Dumbledore arranged for him to do so. That way he would know all of his facts before he went off looking for Horcruxes. He took the entire seventh year over the summer and received vigorous training. McGonagall turned to him for the position of DADA teacher, but when he said that he would be absent a lot, Lupin offered to sub. Because of the curse Lupin couldn't take the full time job. If that doesn't explain it… I'm so sorry.

"OMG. Bellatrix LESTRANGE. How the heck did she manage to infiltrate Hogwarts with Harry around? It seems practically impossible! Hmm... Anyways, GREAT CHAPTER! It's opened a new plot line, and now I'm shivering with suspense... I'd love to be your beta, but I'm not sure if I'd be able to... /"-luver of jellybeans

I'd love to have a beta! If you can that'd be so great. Email me… 3 Now that I think about it… Anyone who wants to beta me would be awesome! Email me!!!!!

"Another beautifully written chapter. Not many people can get down Artemis' intelligence(myself included :( ) but we can see it in him here. WHY DID YOU DISAPPEAR? DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS CHAPTER!?!?!!?!? REVEIW IMMEDIATLY! Please?"-kimmmmmmmm!!!!!!!

OMG YOUR EXCITED!!! LOL. I'm just as bad. I'm happy that you think so. I was worried that I didn't make Artemis an idiot or something. Is this Update soon enough for you? A few weeks later instead of a few months? Ha-ha!

"Hey, I didn't get the code until Artemis mentioned it. XD But, I went back, and THEN found it. So, the plot thickens! Can't wait to see what Lucius is up to."-NinjaAngel

Wow, I thought it would be uber painfully obvious! I'm glad to hear that you like it!

Anyway, after I read all of the reviews, I decided to update so you people didn't bite off my head or something… so here ya go!

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Artemis awoke in a dimly lit room. It had the feel of being underground, and yet there were windows on every wall except the one with a door. He was on a simple bed with off-color sheets and a cracked headboard. The surroundings reminded him horribly of the muggle play "Annie," which he had seen when he was 10 after his mother had decided he was going through a spoiled phase, and wanted him to be more modest. Of course to prove the point she had first had to buy front row seats on Broadway, as well as round trip tickets from Ireland to New York.

He yawned and looked around. Nothing special here. No immediate danger sited. Check check double check…he felt the inside of his pockets. They took my wand, so they must be wizards… what on earth happened last night. He racked his brain, but all that he could remember was standing on a tower with Draco's father. Because he sent me a letter. A letter to meet him… it was important. Then it clicked. There was a woman at the tower, a woman whom Artemis had asked to contact him if she was interested in his proposition. Apparently, she was.

He dug deeper into his pockets, and found a small ring at the bottom. He smiled to himself. Idiots. If he were in charge, Artemis knew that he would have had everything confiscated. After all, you never knew what could be something important.

"Holly?"

"Mudboy it's five in the morning, what do you w-w-waaaant?" She had yawned. Artemis snorted disapprovingly.

"Don't you normally get up at four Holly?"

"Shut it, I'm tired."

"Can you tell me my position?"

"Why?"

"I've been kidnapped."

Artemis heard Holly sigh. "You have got to be kidding. Okay, I'm putting you on to Foaly's line…"

Artemis waited. "Hello Foaly?"

"Hey mudblood."

Artemis mentally rolled his eyes. "Just because I am in the wizarding world now does not mean you are allowed to insult me as they do."

"Whatev…"

"Foaly?" Artemis heard a muffled mhmm, it sounded as though Foaly was eating. "Where am I?"

"Oh! Right." He said. Something crashed in the background. "D'arvit! Okay, Fowl, you're in… France."

"France?" Artemis asked."Great, getting back is going to take out so much energy. Fine, thanks Foaly."

"Oh, mudboy?"

"Yes Foaly?"

"Good talking to you, and, get back before we arrive please." Foaly hung up with that.

Artemis sighed, took off his ring, and put it back in his pocket. He strode to the door. Might as well explore, and find this Bellatrix to talk to her. It was locked. "Obvius is ianua" The door swung open. To easy. He wandered for a few minutes, meeting no one. Artemis wound his way through long corridors and down flights of stairs, unsure of where he was going. The farther he walked, the darker it became. The windows vanished and it was damper and danker. It was obvious after a few minutes that they were indeed underground. A few more minutes of wandering found him at a dead end of a hallway, with a large mahogany door in an archway. Along the walls there were more doors. No door was as fancy as the one at the end. He opened one of the doors and found a small boy and his mother chained to the wall, either sleeping or dead. He winced and closed the door again. Another door lead to a room that contained nothing more than a large plinth with a sword stuck in a stone. He walked up to it, and when he touched the blade, his fingers grew hot. He pulled away and backed out of the door. Now approaching the large door at the end, Artemis put his ear to its surface.

"Well, go and get him Roddy!"

"Bella darling, should we not call our lord first?"

"I have called him, now fetch the boy!"

"Obvius is ianua." He whispered. Just like it had when he unlocked his cell door, the dark mahogany door swung open with a creaking sound. "Hello Miss Bellatrix."

"Mudblood!" She screeched. "I-you, Roddy I told you to lock that door!"

"He did. Voco lectus." A chair appeared, and he sat. "But it was horribly easy to unlock. Voco ver aqua." A glass of water materialized, and he drank.

"I-uhh…" Bellatrix was speechless.

"I can perform wandless magic, so taking my wand was horribly useless. Now, I believe you wanted to take me up on my proposition?"

She recovered and smiled, "Yes boy, I did. Roddy, out!" Her husband ran out of the room like a frightened dog. "Now," she said with a sinister smile. "About your offer. I have informed My Lord and he was very interested, and in more than just the magic. I told him about you." She winked. Artemis kept his face impassive, but inside his stomach had turned. "So, what kinds of things did you want to know?"

Artemis kept silent. He did not know what to say first. Finally, he decided on confirming something. "Who is your lord?"

"Who? WHO? WHO IS MY LORD, YOU INSOLENT LITTLE-"

Artemis raised his hand. All caps. The woman was talking in all caps."Please, I have sensitive ear drums."

Bellatrix Lestrange made a face. She opened her mouth, but before she could utter a word, the room went dark.

"Bella."

She turned. "My Lord!" Bellatrix flew at his feet, kissing the souls of his boots. Artemis however stood up, inclined his head slightly, looked the tall man in the face and held out his hand.

"Lord Voldemort I presume?"

"You fool!" Bellatrix cried, still kneeling. "How dare you look in his eyes have you filthy mudblood! Do you have no honor? Bow to your superiors!"

"Would he be willing to bow to me?" Artemis asked. When no one answered, he continued. "I am not above anyone, nor am I below them. I have learned that the hard way. If he is now willing to bow to me, why should I do the same for him?"

The man chuckled. "You would be Master Artemis?" His voice was chilling and unnaturally high. It is a pleasure."He took Artemis' hand and shook it. "Allow me to summon a chair."

"No, allow me, please. Voco lectus."

"You perform wandless magic." The Dark Lord observed.

"Yes, I do. Now take a seat, please." They sat. "I believe, that we had a proposition."

"Ah, yes. Now please inform me. What is this ancient magic you spoke of?"

"The same magic that allows a muggleborn to perform wandless magic. The magic of the first wizard, Merlin." Artemis re-told the story of the demons, but with purposeful inaccuracies. No need to let this man know everything. Throughout the whole conversation, the man kept his hood up, and his face down.

"So, what do you want in return for your loss of magic?"

"Information."

"Why?"

"For, my friends." The only reason that he was there, after all, was to get information about the wizarding world for Foaly.

"Well, well. Information comes at a price. Maybe you could do me a favor. There is something I desire, from you."

Good lord, what did I do to deserve this? "Meaning?"

"I need someone of your power to retrieve something for me. I would perform the task myself, but I need to remain hidden. I want, the Elder Wand."

"The, what?"

"The Elder Wand, also known as the Deathstick. It is the most powerful wand on this earth, and I want it."

Artemis was truly relieved. For a moment there, he had been worried that maybe Lord Voldemort had been proposing, other things. "Well then, tell me about this… Elder Wand."

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"Well, Master Artemis, it was good speaking with you."

"And you, My Lord." The two bowed. They had reached a mutual agreement easily enough, and were now considering each other as equals.

As Artemis was leaving the building, there was a scream.

"Who was that?" He asked Bellatrix, who was escorting him out.

"Just a prisoner." She replied.

"Quisnam est captus intus illa moenia?" Artemis asked the room in general. One face came into his mind. "Let him free."

"What?"

"Let the man downstairs leave, or I refuse to help you. Addo mihi ut Hogwarts." And with that final statement, Artemis vanished.

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Artemis felt the wind rushing around him, blowing his hair and making his eyes water. His body flattened to the point where he had no depth, much like a paper drawing. The wind stopped, as he was sucked through the second dimension. Not even Artemis fully understood how it worked. Wind surrounded his body again, and blurred images flashed by his eyes. He stopped abruptly in the Great Hall. Artemis glanced down at his watch. He had been in the second dimension for half an hour. It was always so hard to tell with these things.

"Artemis!" Artemis turned just in time to see a blonde blur tackled him.

"Draco."

Draco Malfoy released Artemis, and held him at arm's length, examining him for any physical damage. "Where were you? We were all so worried!"

"We?"

"Well, me, Weasley and Granger."

Artemis turned to the Gryffindor table. It was then that he realized that the hall had been overcome with a silence so thick, more than a knife would be needed to cut it. More like a chain saw. "It is a long, complicated story Draco." Artemis said smoothly.

In the next few seconds, many things happened at once. Some men in black robes marched through the door and threw someone onto the ground roughly. The teachers grabbed their wands and students screamed. There was a crash, jets of light criss-crossed the room, and an even louder, single scream erupted. A student hit by a curse and was spewing blood. The men in black fled back out the door, and Artemis surveyed the room. Tables were overturned, groups of terrified girls stood in clusters, and some of the students had their wands out. They were in perfect offensive stances and ready to strike at a moment's notice. Artemis noticed that the students who reacted this way were the same ones who resisted the Imperious Curse on the first day of Defense class.

"Someone get Madam Pomfrey!" The Headmistress cried. A small Hufflepuff boy ran out of the Great Hall. The room was silent for five minutes, during which students looked from the lump on the floor to the bleeding boy, to Artemis. When the nurse arrived, she rushed over to the injured and examined him carefully.

"I've never seen this curse before." She said, sounding frightened. "It's nothing I ever studied at St. Mungos."

Just then the man on the floor groaned. All eyes turned to face him. "It's a new invention of Tommy's, they tried it on me. I didn't get to see how they fixed it, but I know that it left one hell of a scar." He lifted his head. It was covered in scars, but was still recognizable. Harry spoke again. "You won't be able to heal it with a spell or counter-curse without research. I would suggest a blood replenishing potion and a relaxation draft to numb the pain." Harry stood shakily. He was weak and battered.

As Madam Pomfrey summoned the suggested remedies, someone yelled. "What happened to you Harry?"

"Nothing much, Dean. I was a little bit of a human guinea-pig for a while, but I'll live." Something in the professor's tone suggested that the matter would not be pushed further. With all but one question answered, the hall turned to Artemis.

"So, where've you been Artemis?" Draco asked. However, Artemis was spared the trouble of answering any other questions when Harry cut in.

"He was with me, and there will be no further inquiries about his whereabouts or mine."

"He won't stop bleeding!"

The hall hushed as Madam Pomfrey went into panic mode, something no student had ever seen her do. "I can't stop the bleeding Minerva!"

Artemis quickly moved backwards out of the hall, placed his ringed hand up to the side of his head, and whispered, "Holly?"

"Artemis, we told you not to use this line unless there was an emergency. This had better be good."

"It is Holly. There is a boy in our great hall bleeding to death and no one can help him. I need permission from a higher up in Section 8 to perform any magic on him."

Holly was silent for a few long moments before answering. "Are you sure there is no one who can do anything about this boy's condition?"

"I am positive, Captain."

Holly sighed. "Permission granted, Fowl, but don't screw this up."

"I will not do any such thing Captain, thank you. See you tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow it is then."

Artemis hung up and made his way back into the hall quickly. He tried to race through the crowd of students now huddled around the dying child, but had quite a lot of trouble. Finally, he simply resorted to yelling "Permoveo ex meus semita!" People went flying as Artemis ran through the now cleared crowd. He reached the boy and did a quick once-over. Harry wasn't exaggerating, the boy, whom he now recognized as a Gryffindor named Colin Creevey, had a deep gash all down the right side of his body trailing from his collarbone to his hip. "Heal." Artemis muttered desperately. His sparks trailed from his fingertips into the gash as it began to heal. Colin winced as Artemis forced every bit of energy out of his body. He would need to visit one of the replenishing sites soon, but that didn't matter. Artemis released the last of his blue sparks as they danced over the cut and faded. The wound wouldn't fully heal for a long time, but had at least stopped bleeding, clotted, and parts of it had a thin covering of pale skin.

Everyone was staring at him. Artemis felt like some sort of one-man circus, or at least something similar. Colin groaned. Artemis whispered to the small boy, "Colin Creevey, can you hear me?"

"Yeah." Came the muffled reply.

"What day is it?" Artemis asked.

"October 30th."

"Where are we now."

"Hogwarts."

"What house are you in, and what year?"

"Gyffindor and 6th."

"He's sane, and hasn't suffered any permanent mental damage." Artemis informed the room in general. "He needs bed-rest and plenty of high-quality chocolate. I will have some of the sent with my butler. And he will need a blood restorant once every hour for three days. I would also suggest physical therapy, so the poor boy will not lose the functions of his right side. The cut made contact with his spinal cord, and there was a poison in the spell that may have affected his healing process. This wound should be bandaged in case it re-opens." He turned to Harry, who looked mildly impressed. Artemis was glad he had regained his composure. "Professor, I need to speak with you privately, if you do not mind that is."

"Not at all Artemis, let's go to my office, shall we?"

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Artemis thanked Harry for playing along with his 'I need to talk with you' bit and began to make his way down the staircase when Harry called, "It's only fair."

Artemis turned. "How exactly is it 'fair,' professor?"

"You scratch my back, I'll scratch yours." Artemis gave him a puzzled look. "I know it was you at the Lestrange mansion. I also know what you did for me."

"I have no idea what you are talking about professor, maybe they did one too many tests on you." Artemis turned around to leave again, but…

"Bellatrix told me about your alliance, Artemis. I beg you, please choose your friends wisely. I don't want to lose you to some half-minded Death Eaters. Voldemort and his horcruxes are going to be a difficult enemy to defeat. Watch yourself, okay?"

Artemis still had his back turned from Harry, and he said, "I appreciate the sympathy and the advice which you have bestowed, but I know what I am doing."

Artemis once again began to descended the stairs, and as he did, he heard a muffled "That's why I'm so worried about you, Fowl." Artemis smiled. Harry had just given him a very large piece of information, and he intended on using it.

Artemis immediately called up Foaly, who had no idea what horcruxes could be, and he was unsuccessful in tracking down information, had thrown a small fit. Artemis made a mental note to mock him when he arrived.

The next day, Artemis awoke even earlier than usual, around four o'clock, so he was shocked to find Draco already awake.

"Oh, Artemis, you're up." Draco said coldly.

"As are you."

"So…"

Artemis looked over. Draco's ears were turning red, and his knuckles were white from griping his toothbrush. "Is something wrong Draco."

Draco opened and closed his mouth two or three times before turning to Artemis. "Yeah, yeah there is." When Artemis didn't comment, Draco continued. "I thought we were friends."

Artemis was taken aback. In his whole life, no human had ever referred to him as a friend. Minerva had gone from rival to girlfriend, and Butler wasn't exactly someone you went out to a movie with. "We- we are."

"Oh yeah?" Draco yelled. "Oh yeah? Then how come you wouldn't tell me what your name was, but you told Granger and Weasley?"

"What on earth are you talking about?" Artemis asked. He was genuinely confused. He didn't remember ever telling anyone at Hogwarts his full name except Harry Potter.

"Oh yeah? Then how do you explain how Granger came up to me and asked me 'Have you seen Fowl?' and I asked who 'Fowl' was, and do you know what she said, do you? She said 'You know, Artemis, Artemis Fowl II, the muggleborn Slytherin?' Why did you tell me that? And why didn't you tell me you're a muggleborn? Did you think I was like the others, or maybe I would sell you out to the Dark Lord?"

Artemis blinked. When had he told Hermione Granger his last name? Then he remembered. He had just learned that Draco was awake, and as he ran out of the library, Hermione had said, "I never got your name." And he had been in such a hurry he must have let it slip.

"Well?" Draco yelled.

"I was in a hurry to see you, I dropped my guard. I was not thinking clearly because of my excitement that you were up. It is not that I was keeping secrets, but from what I have seen here muggle-borns are not well thought of. Plus, I am not exactly proud of my family history."

Draco could only stare. His knuckles were no longer white, but he was even more flushed than when he was angry. "Oh."

"So, what are you doing up this early?" Artemis asked awkwardly.

"I always get up early on Saturdays. It's my beauty day."

"Your, what?"

"My beauty day. Every Saturday I get up early to clean up, exfoliate, you know, all that good stuff."

"You, exfoliate. Every Saturday?"

"Yeah, I know, I know, kinda… gay, isn't it?" Draco chuckled quietly. "So I guess we both are allowed secrets."

Artemis, who had begun to brush his teeth, choked on toothpaste. "You're gay?"

"Oh, you didn't know?"

Artemis and Draco turned to face each other. An identical smirk crossed their faces at the same time. They had called themselves friends before, but they had finally made an actual connection. Artemis actually snorted with laughter.

"So, how do you, exfoliate exactly?" Artemis asked.

"Okay, come here." Draco pulled him over to his sink and began to slather some green goop all over his face.

Overall, Artemis felt that he had had one of the best mornings he had ever had. He knew it would a moment he would remember for the rest of his life. He had made a friend of the same species. Plus, his skin felt smooth and clean. Granted, they had had a situation involving Crabbe, Goyle, and some other thugs calling them girls, but a few curses shut them up well enough.

When they arrived at the Great Hall, they found a group of students clustered outside the doors.

"What's going on?" Draco asked. No one answered him. "Oi! I'm a prefect. You're blocking the hall, clear out!"

"We cant Malfoy, we're not allowed in. McGonagall's locked the doors."

Artemis pushed through the crowd while Draco tried to find out what the trouble was. He glanced around, and when he was convinced no one was watching, Artemis leaned against the door and whispered, "Permissum mihi audite per is ianua."

Artemis screwed up his face in concentration, listening to the conversation on the other side of the door. He had a suspicion of what was behind the door. He smiled to himself once he had confirmed his suspicion.

"Draco, stop harassing them, I know what's going on."

"What?"

Artemis couldn't help himself. He uncharacteristically smiled. Not because he was trying to flatter someone, but because he was genuinely pleased. "One word Draco, Butler."

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Yay! Next chapter, the AF gang arrives at Hogwarts. This was a pretty fast update if I do say so myself. Hope you enjoyed it! And because it is so controversial, I will say this flat out. If you don't like gays, or references to gays, don't flame, just stop reading the story. I hate it when people do that, so don't. You will succeed only in annoying me to no end.