The Last moon is the Last Sun
AngelofTheo
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This was originally going to be bigger but my flash drive disappeared so i los the second part of it. I have it saved though so i might have it up by tomorrow.
sidenote I previously wrote this as well as chapters 2-12 on a school laptop. Now that it's the end of the year, no more Microsoft word! sorry for any errors!
Artemis knew something was wrong the moment he walk through the door. A feeling similar to sea sickness took hold of his stomach and is eyes were instantly drawn to the students staring at him like dead fish in a barrel. Something was definitely off.
Malfoy came in after him, Crabbe and Goyle in tow, eye glittering dangerously, seeming to ignore the stares which only seemed to intensify in their general direction.
"Come along, Artie. Breakfast won't wait forever." Draco said in a sickening sweet voice that made Artemis's stomach curl. He looped one arm in Artemis's and pulled him along to the table, Crabbe making a choking sound behind them. When both Slytherins reached the table and were firmly embedded in their housemates, Artemis turned to Draco, a questioning look on his face.
"What was that?"
"What was what?"
"Oh please. Won't you tell me, Dray?" Draco's blond hair seemed to stand on end and stares were all gathered up then set out along the Slytherin Table.
"You haven't heard yet?" He asked with a puzzled look. Several of the Slytherins began to laugh into their palms. Artemis blinked.
"Heard what?"
That day, Artemis Fowl became what is known as a Migraine.
Johanna Valois's potions all blew up, her Papers mysteriously caught on fire, and her hair was dyed an ugly shade of vomit, mixed oranges and pinks included.
She lost nearly 200 points from Gryffindor after screaming at voices only she could hear and what was worse was she was given some lotion from a Slytherin to get rid of wrinkles and magically called forth an army of pimples that swarmed over her head and formed the words, Mud Blood in the form of black heads, blotches, blemishes, white heads, and even pus filled boils. During this, Artemis also watched as Harry Potter and his friend's faces changed from shocked to pure anger. Hermione gripped her books tighter and tighter at each class and when points were deducted, she would attempt to gain back as many points possible through answering questions and correcting teachers. The red head, which Draco informed him was Ron Weasley, became the color of his hair each time a prank was pulled and gave a glare at Artemis and Draco who always sat a least a 2 meters distance away from their target.
Now, in Fourth block, Artemis sat in the back, watching as Draco wrote him notes about what he wanted to do next and also left the suggestion of everlasting moles. Artemis scribbled back about swelling tongues to make sure she never spread a rumor again. Malfoy threw a satanic smile after reading that. During the class when Malfoy cast the spell, Artemis couldn't help but feel as sense of Deja Vu.
We are people uniting against one common enemy.
He shook his head.
He and Malfoy were far from friends. He was just keeping his friends close and his enemies closer. Igneous had earned the right to be called a friend.
Draco had a much longer way to go.
When class ended with a Screaming Johanna Valois running out of the room screaming about Maggots, Artemis was introduced to Hermione Granger, Female friend of Harry Potter, as well as Ronald Weasley, leader of the Snape haters.
"You Cruel and Sadistic little Scumbag!" She shouted once they reached the hallway. "She shouldn't have spread that rumor but still! Hallucinations, the Hair? She didn't deserve that." Artemis laughed bitterly.
"She deserved much more than that, Ms. Granger."
"Granger. She doesn't qualify as a miss." Draco said with a sneer. Hermione returned it, bitter hatred etched into every fiber of her iris. Ron moved forward, snaking a hand around his friend, pulling her back from the two Slytherins.
"Stay out this." She hissed. Ronald bit his lip, stepping back, giving her space then noticed the crowd that had suddenly built up around them. He gulped.
"I'm am going to turn you into Professor McGonagall." Hermione said, pointing a finger directly at Artemis. "Snape won't lay a finger against you but I'm sure she will. This is harassment against one of her students. She will not---."
"And what is this against me?" Artemis said, eyes narrowing. "Spreading the rumor that I was in the Library snogging with Malfoy. That is some sort of blatant form of Sexual Harassment as well as mockery and a limited form of bullying not to mention slander. By the words understood by any who know Karma, What goes around, comes around, Ms. Granger." Artemis looked a the clock hanging about a suit of Armor. "Now if you will excuse me, I must venture to my next class." Artemis shoved past the ring of Gathered Gryffindors and made his way down the hall, Malfoy, Parkinson, Crabbe, Goyle, and Zambini behind him, giving him pats on the back and giving out well dones. Hermione's face went Red before she turned and stomped away, plans of revenge building in her mind.
After Care of Magical creatures, Artemis went strait to Snape's office to start his lessons. The potions master was clearing away a table of Violet gunk and trash that one of his first years must have caused because nearby sat a purple haired girl with watermelon colored tears dripping down the side of her mouth. Artemis grimaced. Or it was saliva.
Snape turned to the girl and sneered.
"Ms. Parsoni," he hissed. "If you forget to stir your potion counter clockwise again, I will condemn you for the rest of the year. After this," he paused, "Fiasco, for any mistake you so much as make,I will deduct fifty points for every breath you take and every fume you inhale. Detention will look like mercy compared to what I am Capable of, Ms. Parsoni. Now Get out." Ms. Parsoni ran from the room, Her thin little hufflepuff legs tangling like vines beneath her. Snape turned to his son.
"Well? Ready to learn?" Artemis nodded.
"I want to learn some spells. Blocking spells and perhaps a few- Oof!" Artemis was hit quickly with a broom. He tumbled back a bit, the broom caught awkwardly in his hands.
"First we crawl, then we walk, and after that we fly." Snape said, a smirk on his face. "Humor an old man would you?"
Artemis gripped the broom in his hand. The Handle was polished and looked to be a light pine. The bristles were thick but held tightly together which Artemis suspected was for little wind resistance. He shook his head. Where did that come from? Running his hand down the handle, he felt over where the handle lengthened out in to a body that met the bristles and was surprised to feel how smooth it was. Brooms were for cleaning not flying but for the two days Artemis was here, he noticed how much these people valued their brooms and the many belittled objects that fell in the same category. He looked up at Snape.
"We are going to fly?"
"Haven't heard about that rumor spread by muggles?" Snape said with a dark gleam in his eye. Artemis scoffed, noticing the pun intended.
"So you heard? Did Ms. Granger rat on me?"
"I was called into a parent teacher conference along with our favorite ministry official directly in the middle of my fifth class. During this time, Ms Parsoni managed to recreate a pink jungle and purple sea."
"Malfoy's father was here?"
"Along with two lawyers who planned to sue Johanna Valois."
"Did they succeed?"
Snape glared at Artemis. "Ms. Valois's family could have done a counterclaim against you. After all the stuff you and Mr. Malfoy did."
Artemis huffed. "I didn't do anything. I asked Malfoy what he would do and organized it into a plan that was conniving and formidable."
"So you told him what to do and he did it?"
"Yes."
Snape snorted. "Very well, although that still makes you an accomplice. Let's focus on the task at hand, shall we? First thing we will do is falling. While you're flying, you will fall. Several if not hundreds of times. I've not heard of one Quiddich player that hasn't fallen at least five times in their life. You will need to learn the basics like falling on limbs and on certain body parts then we will be working on what area's are safe to fall on." He turned around and grabbed a broom from one of the closets behind his desk. "Come. The feild won't stay empty all day. We need to finish in about an hour so we can get out of there before the Gryffindor team."
They went down the hall and out the towering double doors into the Quiddich pitch. Their were towers covered in house colors and three poles on each side with hoops at the end. Artemis read a little about the game but was still very confused. It sounded a lot like flying soccer to him. Pass the ball to other team mates to get the Quaffle into the other teams hoops. Everything else, Artemis was at a loss for.
Snape lead him into the middle of the feild where a dark brown box sat with four mitts on top.
"These are Tag Mitts. The fingers are spelled to make contact then cool while the person who contact was reached with will feel their mitts warm. This is how you tell if you are it."
He turned to Artemis.
"We will play a single game of tag after you have successfully mounted your broom and have learned how to successfully fall." Snape pointed out certain areas of the Pitch that were dangerous which included towers and certain ares where cement or stone lay. When he was satisfied he began his explanation of how to fall on the back and front, never on the sides and only use your legs to fall if the distance is shorter than the height of your body.
"Now, to mount the broom." Snape laid the broom down flat on the ground. "Up."
The broom rose quickly and fitted itself in his firm grip. Artemis watched, captivated. It was as if the broom had a mind of it's own.
"Next is the actual mounting of the broom and the kick off. " The potions master put one leg over the broom and straddled it exactly four feet away from the end where the body of the broom connected to the bristles. He bent his legs, falling on the upper part of his foot then pushed down with this heel, propelling himself forward. Artemis watched as the broom pushed off and up, carrying the potions master as if he were a leaf.
His broom wavered lightly before he guided it back and around, giving small circles that began to grow in size. Soon he was about twenty feet above Artemis's head, who was watching, transfixed, as Snape rose in height.
"Just so you know, I am going to fall." Artemis said, eyeing the broom warily. "I don't trust it and i most certainly don't trust you to catch me."
"Come now. The Artemis Fowl isn't afraid of heights is he?"
"If you were dangling from a helicopter hanging on to a piece of rope for dear life, you wouldn't be so cheeky." Artemis retorted, remembering the Event from one trip to Berlin that went haywire. Snape made a clicking sound in the hollow of his throat.
"Typical of a Muggle child. Fearing something that humanity has so sought since the beginning of time. How to fly." he shook his head, giving a sarcastic smile at the younger boy. "Such a Hypocrite." Artemis raised an eyebrow at this.
"Goading a child into an event like this is like bribing a dog with a bone. Well, I'm not biting."
"Too Bad." Snape said with a dark look in his eyes. "You could have got a grade on this." The pale youth frowned.
"You grade your students on this?" he asked. The Potions master nodded.
"Think of P.E." he said with a smirk. Artemis recoiled into himself, thinking the situation over. On one side, Artemis would loose, which was something that he refused to let happen and on the other, he could possibly fall and break his neck which would mean the world would loose one of the few species with an IQ over 200. On both sides, he would loose one way or the other. Head or his pride. Which would be best?
"Just so you know." Artemis paused. "I hate you." He then sighed as if fighting a meaningless battle. "Lets get this over with." he took the broom and laid it down, pointing in the head of the broom north and bristles south. "So first I get the broom in my hand with that command right?"
"This is so you can feel or connect with the magic sewn in the broom. Calling it is only part of what has to be done. The broom does the rest." Artemis eyed the cleaning utensil with distaste.
"Up." he said, usual tone used with a biting cold added to the end. Snape rolled his eyes.
"What was that? Where's your enthusiasm? What happened to teenage stamina?"
"Give me a math quiz and I'll show you stamina." Artemis growled. He turned back to the broom. "UP." his voice commanded. The broom rose then as if changing it's mind, fell. Snape went back and forth on his broom, chuckling as well as mocking him.
"Maybe there wasn't enough Stamina." he said a smile. The broom under him seemed to shudder. "Try again. This time, though, leave no room for argument."
"UP." Artemis ordered, throwing his hand out and focusing his eyes on the broom. The broom leaped up and fitted itself into the grip of his hand. Amusement. Content. Feelings such as these flooded the young fowl's system and joy jittered through the bones of his adolescent body. Artemis looked at Snape and gave a smirk. "You were saying?"
"Don't get an airhead. You still have to mount and rise." He drooped lower, so Artemis could see how he was sitting on the broom. "Mount until your weight is distributed more to the bristles than the handle. If you feel comfortable, try sitting in the middle. Being directly on the handle of the broom will tip you forward which will roll your body into a position more likely to break you neck. On the back it rolls you off which means you have more of a chance to fall on you bum."
Artemis mounted the broom sparing four or so inches from the bristles. He was larger than Snape so he was debating on going closer to the bristles or staying where he was for now.
"Now, focus on the front part of your foot and kick off with you heel." Artemis made a face.
"And after that?"
"NO ARGUMENT!"
"Fine." Artemis braced his hands in a grasping position on the broom. Dear lord, he felt odd. Tilting most of his body weight to the front part of his foot to the point of tip of his toes then back down, pressing hard against the ground with his heel odd but as he did it, a sudden weightless sensation settled over him. The broom rose swiftly. Artemis shifted in fear of falling but his adrenaline kicked in and suddenly he realized this was it. Falling could mean death. There was no sound theory to brace himself on and there most certainly was no ground to stand firmly upon. Artemis was set out to sea with no land in sight. "How, How do we land?" he asked, a wavering entering his voice. Get a hold of yourself, some part of him screamed.
"We fly low, until our feet can get a grip on the ground."
"So we just fall, right?"
"Pretty much, yes."
"Spectacular."
"It gets better." Snape lowered himself until he was close enough to grab the Tag mitts. "We get to play now." he tossed Artemis a mitt. "Prepare yourself."
Harry and Ron made their way to the Quiddich pitch early. Ron wanted to try riding Harry's firebolt before he began to practice and Harry borrowed a Cleansweap just in case Ron wanted to play or if he fell.
"Could I get a chance at the snitch? I mean, you think they would have the box on the feild already?"
"Don't know Ron." Harry paused for a minute as they went under the breezeway. "Why didn't Hermione come?"
"Didn't have time. She's trying to help Johanna get rid of . . . ." Ron made a face. "her problems."
"They haven't come off yet?"
"Malfoy's already got detention because he won't tell them what spell he used. Artemis is to be taken in for questioning next."
"I sat near him in Potions. He didn't raise a wand against her, but I bet more than anything, he told Malfoy which one to cast."
"Hermione confronted them after Potions. You'd already left for Defense so you didn't see it. I was afraid she would cast a killing curse on him. She was so mad." Ron looked out to the Quiddich pitch and Froze. "Harry."
Harry looked up and saw a shadow dance across the quiddich field. "Who is out there?"
"I could have sworn I saw Snape." Ron murmured. He Cast a look at Harry who returned it.
"Slytherin doesn't have the feild until 7."
"Come on." They went in closer until they approached the bleachers, then they sank behind some seats. Artemis was Flying around the Pitch, Snape watching closely. Artemis gave a swerve to avoid a post and then reared back and lunged at Snape, who dodged, effortlessly.
"Almost." The boys heard him say.
"I will get you." Artemis said as he came back around. "This thing is hard to maneuver. "
"Try a Horrick783 That gives you a kick every time you turn. I had one when I was younger." Snape moved up and out of Harms way as Artemis took a swipe at him. "Try again." Artemis went back to the edge of the field, then paused. He turned and his eyes fell on Harry's.
"We have company." he said to Snape before lowering himself to the ground. Snape's head snapped around and a glare was fixed on Ron and Harry as they rose from the bleachers.
"Well, Well. If it isn't the Boy-that-refuses-to-die." Snape lowered to the ground and pulled the broom under his arm. "You practice time isn't till fifty two minutes from now."
"We wanted to get some flying practice done." Harry nodded towards Ron. "He's gonna be trying out for keeper."
"Good. Slytherin might win by 300 this time." Snape said with a sneer. He turned to Artemis, "Let's go." Artemis tore the mitt from his hand and handed it to Harry before going after Snape who was across the feild in only a few strides.
"Those two can't be more alike." Ron muttered. Harry watched the duo as they disappeared into the school.
"Yeah." he said more to himself than Ron.
Artemis went back to Snape's Lab and met some of the most horrible things in his entire lifetime. His part time tutors. Who then and there began to cram as much information as they could into his, as Snape loved to call it, "His petite muggle marred mind."
Dates, People, places, spells were soaked up like a sponge and when the clock struck the time for dinner, he was excused, the tutors leaving after a dutiful day of punishment for the former prisoner.
"You did well today." Snape said lazily as they approached the great hall. "I feared you would loose track almost as soon as Amadeus said 'lumos'"
"Several of your spells and charms are derived from Latin." Artemis said not as a sarcastic remark but a well know fact. "The only thing I had a problem with was the wand movement and the pronunciation."
"Well, you were working on 1st year spells. Next week, you should be able to work on 2nd year spells."
Artemis smirked.
"Can't wait."