Prologue
Harry looked at the photo. It was dusty and old. Dusty and old. He remembered the old times. Oh, man, those were the days. When he and Artemis Fowl met. They became as thick as brothers.
Artemis Fowl II walked down the stairs. "Hey , I remember that photo! It was taken in Diagon Alley right?"
"Yeah," said Harry. "Do you remember that day we met?"
"Do I ever. Oh yeah, Mr Potter, that was the best day in my life!"
"Where is Illaria anyway?" he inquired.
"Illaria's sleeping," he replied. Illaria was his wife. Harry hadn't bothered to get married. Too much trouble.
"I can still remember that day…."
