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Harry Potter and Artemis Fowl (untitled)

Hello pplz! This is my 1st fan-fic (all-tho not my 1st story – so don't get scared!) just stick wid me 4 a bit…I hope u can undastand: arty: normal textitalics, thoughts, otha text, passing timenormal. Harry: normal textnormal, thoughts, otha text, passing timeitalics – happy reading… plz review – I wanna know (contructive criticism accepted, praise accepted, flames not) and…thnx…njoy :)

Artemis

Artemis Fowl the second, hereditary heir to Fowl Manor and inter-world criminal mastermind was tired. Staying up all night did have its advantages, but it did not do wonders for your state of awareness. For two nights now he had been obsessively reading newly unlocked information that had been sent to him through the post on a small, circular, gold-leafed computer chip. His memories were back. But there was more. Artemis closed his eyes and ran his mind back through the information that had been contained on the chip – information that he knew he had not put there…

"Wizards (magicians, warlocks, sorcerers, necromancers, enchanters, conjurers are among other names given to these people) are a race of elite mud-men who were created through fairy alliances with the mud-men in 1151. Since then the race of wizards have grown from their original beginnings as village wise-women and hermits with limited powers, to a separate, secret organisation of which the location and existence of is kept to the highest ministers of the wizarding world and the likewise of the Lower Elements. Liaison between either is advised against, however when it does occur, is strictly confidential and must be undertaken in disguise"

Artemis rubbed his temples and sighed. Was it a hoax or was it…for real? How possible could it be that an entire different magical civilisation was living around him and he had never noticed? It was impossible. It had taken him long enough – years in fact – to learn about the People – and they were underground! This was above ground – right here, right now. How could he be so stupid? A hoax? No! As far as Artemis could tell, this was real. He was going to find these people and…exploit them? Somehow life didn't seem so sure anymore, and Artemis was certain that it would be even less sure soon.

Harry

Harry jabbed his toe once again underneath the lawn, pushing upwards so that the grass roots cracked as their stems and leaves were lifted upwards, spraying out dirt into the cracks in his oversized sandshoes.

That's what we have to do to Voldemort he thought, dig in underneath him – undermine all his operations…but how?

It was the summer holidays after Harry's fifth year and, once again, he was sitting on the garden seat on the same day, on which, almost four years ago, he had first met Dobby. His Birthday. And like that day, almost four years go, there was no present or even recognition of his presence from the Dursleys. But Harry had suddenly grown up very fast over the last five weeks since the attack in the ministry of magic. He didn't care about presents anymore.

Harry now knew why he had to go back to the Dursley's every summer holidays, he knew that, ultimately, this battle would be between him and Voldemort, and there was nothing, absolutely nothing, he could do.

"HAR-RY!" Aunt Petunia's shriek echoed through both the house and garden. It seemed like for once she had found a worthy-enough cause to not bother about what the neighbours might think. "Get in here this instant!"

Harry sighed and pulled himself to his feet. He couldn't wait for night-time when he could have a moment of peace just to reflect, stare up at the ceiling and imagine things differently…if he had a family still; if Sirius was still alive…but some things never change.