This is a slight AU (Alternate Universe) from the third book, basically
because the fairies decide not to mind-wipe him. This is a Harry Potter
crossover with Artemis Fowl. I'm sorry if I made Artemis seem like an OOC.
Oh yeah, and I don't own Harry Potter, Artemis Fowl. I only own the HP
movies, books, and the Artemis Fowl Trilogy. They belong to either JK
Rowling or Eoin Colfer. This is also my first fic.just a warning in case it
turns out horrible.
Chapter One
"Boy, hurry up!! The limo will be here in a few minutes!! And we are bringing neither your bloody owl with us, nor your school trunk. Everything had better fit in that carry-on, or you're staying with Marge!!"
"Yes, Uncle Vernon," said a boy of sixteen. His name was Harry Potter, and was going to Ireland to visit some relatives with his aunt, uncle and grossly obese cousin. He had owled the Headmaster and asked if he could magically enlarge his small suitcase (A/N: You know the Ministry cars, and how they are space wise?). The Headmaster in turn owled the new Minister of Magic, Arthur Weasley, and asked him. Arthur had of course agreed. So Harry was able to bring his text books, parchment, quills, ink, Quidditch books, a bit of wizard money, photo album and birthday gifts along with clothes, robes and a cloak. He wasn't allowed to bring his owl, Hedwig, with him, although he had his wand on him, he never went anywhere anymore without his wand. He let Hedwig go. It was the beginning of summer, and he knew that she would either go to Hogwarts, or she would go to the Weasleys.
"Boy, are you ready? I'm not going to call you again. If you miss the limo, you're going to have stay with Marge while she's house-sitting," Vernon Dursley threatened. Harry just tuned him out like he had been doing to all of Uncle Vernon's threats, and went downstairs lugging with him his suitcase. Just because the spell expanded his suitcase, it didn't mean that it made it any lighter. When Harry finally made it downstairs, his aunt and cousin where all ready in the limo, and his uncle was the only one still there.
"Listen, boy, I'm only going to say this once. No funny business. The only reason your going is because Angeline insisted that she see her younger sister's son as well as us attend her son's birthday. Another reason why you are going is because Marge doesn't like you, and doesn't want you in the house, understood? Good. Now hurry up and get your scrawny ass into the limo." Harry didn't say anything. He just lugged his suitcase to the limo, and got inside. He sat as far away from the Dursleys as possible. (A/N: That must have been real difficult)
~*At Fowl Manor*~
"Hello Mudboy. So, I heard that today, June 18th, is your birthday. Now, I have some info on the relatives who are going to be visiting you." Artemis arched an eyebrow. Today was his fifteenth birthday. When he had gone out to retrieve the mail, he had noticed a letter addressed to him. It turned out that it was from Holly. It also turned out to be a recording (A/N: You know like the invitation that was delivered by a Dragonite in Pokemon the 1st movie. I can't believe I just made that analogy. But hey, I was young when I saw that!)
"Now, the family, the Dursleys, is comprised of three family members. A Dudley Dursley, his mother, Petunia (Maiden name Evans) Dursley, and husband and father Vernon Dursley. Dudley Dursley goes to Smeltings, is a year older than you, and is friends with Piers Polkiss. Petunia Dursley is your mother's youngest sister. Vernon Dursley is the owner of a large company that produces drills. All are rather.lacking in appearance. Now, there is your cousin who is also coming. His name is Harry Potter. He is one year older than you, and is the son of Lily Potter and James Potter. Lily is the second youngest. He supposedly goes to St. Brutus' Academy for Incurably Criminal Boys. Don't get your hopes up Fowl, there's no such school, and he hasn't broken any law. Of the four, Harry is the only one who looks like you. Consider this your birthday present from us at the LEP." Now this was intriguing. This Harry Potter goes to a school that doesn't even exist. And of all the names they could have come up with, why they chose a name that implies that the boy is a criminal. Well, this is certainly food-for-thought. Artemis folded the letter, and decided to do a little research. So he went up to his room, turned on his computer, logged on to his AOL screenname and started to gather information on Harry Potter. When he was done, he had only found out that Harry's parents died in a car accident, and that, until he was eleven, he attended a local school. He was supposed to go to Stonewall High, but for some reason didn't. This really intrigued Artemis. Where was Harry going to school for six years? Artemis was jerked out of his musings by the doorbell ringing. ```````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` ```````````````````````````````````````````````````` Harry got out of the rented Jaguar, and stared in awe at Fowl Manor. It was huge!!
"Quit gawking boy and move!!!" Uncle Vernon snapped impatiently.
"Yes Uncle Vernon,"
"Father, do you think Arthur would like to play Sorry? I can't play chess good (A/N: I made that mistake purposely. It's really well instead of good)," Dudley commented. Harry could barely contain sniggers. It wasn't the fact that the great tub of lard couldn't play chess well. No, Harry just recently became good at chess (practice makes perfect). It was the fact that Dudley didn't know his first language, English. From what Harry found out, Artemis (and NOT Arthur as Dudley had taken to calling him) knew Russian, French, Italian, Chinese, French, and he knew English perfectly. He was also a chess champion. Artemis probably wouldn't be able to stand his imbecilic cousin.
"Boy, I expect you to be on your best behavior, understood? Good," with that Uncle Vernon rang the door bell.
"Hello Petunia, Vernon, I'm so glad you could make it. And why, this must be Dudley! And this must be Harry! Follow me, and I'll show you to your rooms," Angeline greeted. They followed her, and soon saw a boy with black hair and blue eyes emerging from a room.
"Arty, there you are! Happy Birthday honey," Angeline greeted her son, "These are your relatives. They're going to be staying here for a few days. Artemis nodded mutely.
"Can you show them around and to their rooms? I have some business to take care of," and with that Angeline left quickly to find her husband and inform them that the guests were here.
Chapter One
"Boy, hurry up!! The limo will be here in a few minutes!! And we are bringing neither your bloody owl with us, nor your school trunk. Everything had better fit in that carry-on, or you're staying with Marge!!"
"Yes, Uncle Vernon," said a boy of sixteen. His name was Harry Potter, and was going to Ireland to visit some relatives with his aunt, uncle and grossly obese cousin. He had owled the Headmaster and asked if he could magically enlarge his small suitcase (A/N: You know the Ministry cars, and how they are space wise?). The Headmaster in turn owled the new Minister of Magic, Arthur Weasley, and asked him. Arthur had of course agreed. So Harry was able to bring his text books, parchment, quills, ink, Quidditch books, a bit of wizard money, photo album and birthday gifts along with clothes, robes and a cloak. He wasn't allowed to bring his owl, Hedwig, with him, although he had his wand on him, he never went anywhere anymore without his wand. He let Hedwig go. It was the beginning of summer, and he knew that she would either go to Hogwarts, or she would go to the Weasleys.
"Boy, are you ready? I'm not going to call you again. If you miss the limo, you're going to have stay with Marge while she's house-sitting," Vernon Dursley threatened. Harry just tuned him out like he had been doing to all of Uncle Vernon's threats, and went downstairs lugging with him his suitcase. Just because the spell expanded his suitcase, it didn't mean that it made it any lighter. When Harry finally made it downstairs, his aunt and cousin where all ready in the limo, and his uncle was the only one still there.
"Listen, boy, I'm only going to say this once. No funny business. The only reason your going is because Angeline insisted that she see her younger sister's son as well as us attend her son's birthday. Another reason why you are going is because Marge doesn't like you, and doesn't want you in the house, understood? Good. Now hurry up and get your scrawny ass into the limo." Harry didn't say anything. He just lugged his suitcase to the limo, and got inside. He sat as far away from the Dursleys as possible. (A/N: That must have been real difficult)
~*At Fowl Manor*~
"Hello Mudboy. So, I heard that today, June 18th, is your birthday. Now, I have some info on the relatives who are going to be visiting you." Artemis arched an eyebrow. Today was his fifteenth birthday. When he had gone out to retrieve the mail, he had noticed a letter addressed to him. It turned out that it was from Holly. It also turned out to be a recording (A/N: You know like the invitation that was delivered by a Dragonite in Pokemon the 1st movie. I can't believe I just made that analogy. But hey, I was young when I saw that!)
"Now, the family, the Dursleys, is comprised of three family members. A Dudley Dursley, his mother, Petunia (Maiden name Evans) Dursley, and husband and father Vernon Dursley. Dudley Dursley goes to Smeltings, is a year older than you, and is friends with Piers Polkiss. Petunia Dursley is your mother's youngest sister. Vernon Dursley is the owner of a large company that produces drills. All are rather.lacking in appearance. Now, there is your cousin who is also coming. His name is Harry Potter. He is one year older than you, and is the son of Lily Potter and James Potter. Lily is the second youngest. He supposedly goes to St. Brutus' Academy for Incurably Criminal Boys. Don't get your hopes up Fowl, there's no such school, and he hasn't broken any law. Of the four, Harry is the only one who looks like you. Consider this your birthday present from us at the LEP." Now this was intriguing. This Harry Potter goes to a school that doesn't even exist. And of all the names they could have come up with, why they chose a name that implies that the boy is a criminal. Well, this is certainly food-for-thought. Artemis folded the letter, and decided to do a little research. So he went up to his room, turned on his computer, logged on to his AOL screenname and started to gather information on Harry Potter. When he was done, he had only found out that Harry's parents died in a car accident, and that, until he was eleven, he attended a local school. He was supposed to go to Stonewall High, but for some reason didn't. This really intrigued Artemis. Where was Harry going to school for six years? Artemis was jerked out of his musings by the doorbell ringing. ```````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` ```````````````````````````````````````````````````` Harry got out of the rented Jaguar, and stared in awe at Fowl Manor. It was huge!!
"Quit gawking boy and move!!!" Uncle Vernon snapped impatiently.
"Yes Uncle Vernon,"
"Father, do you think Arthur would like to play Sorry? I can't play chess good (A/N: I made that mistake purposely. It's really well instead of good)," Dudley commented. Harry could barely contain sniggers. It wasn't the fact that the great tub of lard couldn't play chess well. No, Harry just recently became good at chess (practice makes perfect). It was the fact that Dudley didn't know his first language, English. From what Harry found out, Artemis (and NOT Arthur as Dudley had taken to calling him) knew Russian, French, Italian, Chinese, French, and he knew English perfectly. He was also a chess champion. Artemis probably wouldn't be able to stand his imbecilic cousin.
"Boy, I expect you to be on your best behavior, understood? Good," with that Uncle Vernon rang the door bell.
"Hello Petunia, Vernon, I'm so glad you could make it. And why, this must be Dudley! And this must be Harry! Follow me, and I'll show you to your rooms," Angeline greeted. They followed her, and soon saw a boy with black hair and blue eyes emerging from a room.
"Arty, there you are! Happy Birthday honey," Angeline greeted her son, "These are your relatives. They're going to be staying here for a few days. Artemis nodded mutely.
"Can you show them around and to their rooms? I have some business to take care of," and with that Angeline left quickly to find her husband and inform them that the guests were here.