A Dreadfully Convenient Crossover and the Prisoner of the Arctic Incident
By Spectra16 (Who is completely spastic at the fact that she finished this story, scar tissue-free)
A/N: This is the epilogue. Like I said before, there will be another bonus chapter after this, with nonsense and all of that. This is actually a sneak peak at the next story, which I WILL be writing. I'm going to continue to add that story on this one, but I also will be starting a completely different story for that, starting from the next book. Do any of you understand what I'm saying? Even I'm getting lost. Oh well, it'll make more sense later.
Disclaimer: I don't own Artemis Fowl, Harry Potter, or Lemony Snicket. Booyah. If I did, I'd probably publish this story. True story.
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Epilogue
Artemis hadn't stopped thinking about where his father could be for the first week out of Hogwarts. And the strangely warm weather wasn't easing Artemis' mind any less. Artemis had contemplated searching for the whereabouts of his father and Buckbeak, but he wanted to give it another week. Artemis' fingers flew across his keyboard to keep his mind away from the anticipation that clouded it. His report on magic and Hogwarts was quite extensive. A little more than 30,000 words. Artemis wondered what LEP would choose to do with this report once they discovered that Hogwarts was virtually harmless.
The report was not the only project Artemis was busy with. A tiny, blue cube that fit into Artemis' palm sat on his work bench. Occasionally, it would light up, processing data. Artemis sipped some lemonade to keep his brain working. His mother had gone with Juliet on a mass spa spree. Butler was Artemis' only accomplice in the manor now. Artemis also kept in touch with Harry, Hermione, and sometimes Ron.
It seemed that no matter how extenuating the work was, Artemis' mind was not fully pulled away from worrying about his father. Artemis sat back in his oak chair and relaxed from typing. Suddenly, as if his thoughts had caused the noise, there was a strange sound on the roof. It sounded like . . . Something was walking up there. Artemis looked up, wondering what it could be. Almost as if he knew, he sprinted down the stairs and out of the door. Artemis' stopped dead in his tracks, seeing that Butler was shielding Sirius on the ground, only a few yards away from a rearing Buckbeak. Butler panted.
"Artemis, get back inside!" Butler yelled with a panic-stricken voice. Time seemed to stop, and Artemis was frozen with it. His father was covered in blood and unconscious. And all rational thought was fleeting.
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Wormtail stood in Voldemort's presence, shaking like mad. He rubbed his hands together, nearly pulling them apart. Bill stood next to Mulch, starring at Voldemort's small, fetus like body. Mulch grimaced at the snake that was sliding about on the floor.
"He's too young," Mulch spoke up, trying to stop Voldemort from wanting this. Voldemort shook his head.
"NO! We must have him. He's a strong wizard, even at age 14. A prodigy, indeed," Voldemort wheezed.
"But he is involved with the Underground. Any strange behavior from him would surely gain immediate attention from LEP," Mulch spoke out. Wormtail starred at Mulch, quite shocked by his attitude. Voldemort titled his head.
"Are you protecting this boy? Don't you realize what a great Death Eater he could become?" Voldemort asked sardonically. Mulch shuddered.
"He's just a boy," Mulch spoke softly. "He's only interesting in gold."
"Then gold we will give him," Voldemort sneered with a smile.
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Harry and Artemis looked up at the sky, a green gaze took the shape of a skull with a snake coming out of the mouth, wrapping around like a twisted coil. Harry winced at the pain of his scar, and Artemis felt like he was fading in and out of reality. He watched the Dark Mark form in the sky, and suddenly, his surroundings changed several times. First, he felt the brisk, cold air of Moscow, and saw the palace towers. He flashed from that to a hot desert and then from there, to a busy city, with taxis all about. His body faded in and out of several crowded locations, and one not so crowded place. A faded, dusty house. There stood two men, starring at him and . . . A dwarf that looked stunningly like Mulch. He flashed from there back to the panicked camping grounds where they had been staying. Fire engulfed the area, setting tents on fire. Artemis gasped for air, wondering what that had been all about.
Harry was kneeling on the ground, holding his forehead, and looking past Artemis. Artemis turned around to see a man standing there, with his wand pointed at the Dark Mark. Surely, he had been the one who conjured it. He lowered his wand and looked into Artemis' eyes. He had been one of the men that he had seen in that vision. He remembered the face of the other man . . . Peter.
"STOP!" Harry shouted, but the man ran off. Artemis starred, dazed by what had just happened.
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Lemony leaned on his cane, looking at the charred camping grounds. This was the work of Olaf's buddies, definitely. Death Eaters had been spotted setting the place on fire and causing havok the night before. Thin whisps of smoke rose up from the wreckage, and Lemony shook his head. Cornelius Fudge spoke up.
"I expect the Daily Prophet will be making a great deal out of this," Fudge assumed. Lemony nodded.
"This must connect in some way," Lemony whispered to himself.
"Pardon?" Fudge asked. Lemony shook his hand.
"Nevermind. Were there any witnesses to who might have conjured the Dark Mark?" Lemony asked. Fudge sighed.
"Two Hogwarts students. Harry Potter and Artemis Fowl," Fudge replied. Lemony pressed his lips together.
"I expected so."
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"Harry, be careful. Whoever entered your name in the cup must want you dead. Tread with extreme caution," Sirius' face spoke in the embers of the fire. Harry nodded hastily. Sirius' panicked.
"I have to go! Someone's coming," Sirius hastily disappeared. Ron scrunched his eyebrows.
"I wonder where he could be communicating from," Ron whispered, also hearing Neville coming down the stairs to the common room.
Sirius pulled himself from the ash ridden fireplace. He guiltily looked into the face of Angeline Fowl.
"Honey? What are you doing?" She playfully asked. Sirius smiled halfheartedly. Surely, Angeline's temporary insanity was coming in handy to evade her questions.
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Principal Nero screeched on his violin for the school to hear. The tune was unrecognizable and deafening. The children that attended this private school were used to Nero's unreasonable performances though. They happened often.
In the audience was a girl, age 17, since a week ago. Her black hair shaped her face perfectly, and she had not even bothered to do it that way. Her knee high socks hid a mark that was surely . . . A secret. Soon, this school would be no use to her. She would have learned everything she needed to learn. Like note taking skills and writing the Sebald Code without hesitation. Hopefully, she'd leave this place dragged out by her ankles (even though she already had).
Withstanding the violin screeches was just a test. The strong willed students that could handle the screeches would pass THIS test, one of the many here at Prufrock Preparatory School. The girl blew a piece of her hair out of his face, waiting for it to end.