Epilogue

Life, Harry told himself, refuses to lie alone. It refuses to curl up in a corner. You need to get on with it. Get a grip, Potter, he told himself. You're already 34. It is time to make a difference in someone's life. Whose will it be?

Artemis Fowl was the perfect person to make a difference to. Even more, Illaria was going to have a child. He wondered if he could ask Artemis something.

"Artemis?" Harry asked.

"Yes. What is it?" Artemis lifted his head off The Economic Times.

"I was just wondering…."

"Don't ask. I know it already."

He knew it too.

"It's a girl!" the nurse cried.

"Yeah!" Artemis pumped his fist in the air. Harry grinned hugely.

They walked in. "Illaria," he began, "I want to name Harry godfather to our child."

Harry got the shock of his life. Godfather?

"What will be his name?"

"Oh I don't know," Ilaria replied bluntly. "What about Sirius?"

Again, a bomb fell in Harry's stomach. Artemis could see that Harry was completely bewildered.

"Don't bother with the charade, Illaria," he said. They both burst out laughing. It was all pre-planned.

So, Harry Potter, whose godfather was Sirius Black, became godfather to Sirius Fowl.

Life refuses to be subdued, he told himself. I am not going to waste it.