A Dreadfully Convenient Crossover and the Goblet of Eternity
Sequel to A Dreadfully Convenient Crossover and the Prisoner of the Arctic Incident, a Harry Potter/Artemis Fowl/Lemony Snicket crossover
By Spectra16 (Doesn't know what Prime Time is.) (Actually, she does. And you should too.)
A/N: Welcome back to the A Dreadfully Convenient Crossover series! Now with more Baud action! And VFD action! Hacha! THIS WILL BE BETTER THAN THE LAST ADCC! Guaranteed! Much more emotions, less carbon copy of the HP book! YES! I can't wait until the next book I'm doing! A Dreadfully Convenient Crossover and the Order of Deception! And after that, A Dreadfully Convenient Crossover and the Lost Half-blood, or the Half-blood Colony, or the Lost Prince (I don't like that one), or the Lost Half-blood Colony. Tell me which one you think is best. Or make one up.
Anyways, for those of you who do not know, this is the sequel to my first story "A Dreadfully Convenient Crossover and the Prisoner of the Arctic Incident". You might want to read that first, but you don't have to. After all, you're only missing the fact that Artemis arrives at Hogwarts, Butler is keeping a secret from him, Lemony Snicket works for the Daily Prophet, Mulch works for Voldemort, Artemis finds his real father (promptly after finding his fake father), and Harry's role as main character is drastically shifted. Interested now? No? Well, if you assumed as much, I did NOT just ruin my entire story. Yes, there's more. And it gets deeper in this story. SQUEE! I can't wait to see the looks on your review faces!
WARNING: Since Goblet of Fire was so largely based on the Triwizard Tournament (because Quadwizard Tournament sounds perfectly ridiculous) and Harry, I'm writing what happens behind the scenes with the Order, Voldemort, Olaf, and the strenuous story plot I had to recreate because Mulch bringing Artemis' memories back is going to take too long. My Sirius/Angeline mini story fried my brain at the last chapter because so much had to fit. I'm quasi-retarded now. (frown)
WARNING: I've just been informed that fan fiction dot net's new name is factory fudge nuts. PEACE. And Harry and the Potters is coming somewhere near you! (be it in your neighborhood or two states away. . .)
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The Curse
By Audioslave
Help me, I don't know what I'm doing.
Help me before I fall to ruins.
And if I'm blind, I will lead you on.
Don't follow me now, before our time is gone.
And as you're laughing at this fool tonight,
I rid myself of any lie that I might choose
To trip you up.
And as I'm howling at the moon now,
don't you kid yourself.
I will be alone, I'll never be a curse.
Help me, I don't know what I'm saying.
Sometimes this tongue can be betraying.
And if I'm wrong, that's such a crime!
And if you want you can send my words to rhyme.
So as you're laughing at this fool tonight.
I rid myself of any lie that I might choose
To trip you up.
And as I'm howling at the moon now,
don't you kid yourself.
I will be alone.
And if your eyes forget to wear,
And if your lies forget to tear,
And if our paths forget to cross,
it doesn't mean you're lost.
So if you're laughing at this fool tonight,
Let me rid myself of any lie that I might chose to trip you up.
And as I'm howling at the moonlight,
Would you kid yourself even at my worst?
As you're laughing at this fool tonight,
Let me rid myself of any lie that I might chose to trip you up.
And as I'm howling at the moonlight,
Would you kid yourself even at my worst?
I will be alone. Even at my worst.
I will be alright. Never be a curse.
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Chapter One: You Think You Have It Bad? Try Being in a Lemony Snicket Novel.
When's the last time I did a house call? It must've been years ago. I'd much rather be somewhere else, like the bank or the Orphan's home . . . Or my home. With my wife, Edgar, and Albert. Artemis is proving to be quite the challenging case though, and I do enjoy a challenge. I hope he will have changed from the time he transferred from St. Bartleby's. I wouldn't be here if his mother hadn't have called. Perhaps she would enroll him back into St. Bartleby's at my expense.
Thoughts similar to these had crossed Mr. Po's mind in an instant as he walked up to the rather imposing manor. He'd raised his fist to knock when the door swung open with a rather strangely beaming Artemis. Butler was not behind him, like usual, glaring down. Dr. Po cleared his throat and coughed into a tiny white handkerchief he always carried around. As long as Artemis had known him, Dr. Po seemed to always have a cough.
"Hello, Mister Fowl," Dr. Po greeted gruffly, ignoring the fact that Artemis seemed to be in higher spirits. This could be a diversion from a deeper problem Artemis had. Artemis, instead of replying in a snide remark, and outreached his hand for Mr. Po to shake.
"Welcome to the Fowl Manor. If you don't mind, I'd prefer we sit outside in the gardens as we talk," Artemis led Mr. Po around his mansion and into a beautiful garden. The once wilted garden of Angeline Fowl was quickly replaced with hundreds of daffodils and other smaller species of flowers. The sun seemed to heat the countryside quite nicely. Artemis dressed for the warm occasion, but Mr. Po did not. He was still wearing a black suit, with a black top hat, and carried his belongings in a brief case. Artemis pulled out a patio chair for Mr. Po and sat beside him. Mr. Po cleared his throat as he sat down.
"I'm sure you know why I'm here. Your mother seems to be very concerned about you," Mr. Po started. Artemis nodded.
"She hasn't yet realized that boys will be boys," Artemis put it very lightly. Dr. Po smiled and pulled out his notebook.
"Well, instead of jumping into something completely different, I want to talk to you about the last time I saw you, which was quite some time ago," Dr. Po paused to cough.
"And that would be?" Artemis asked, forgetting the last time he had seen Mister . . . Doctor Po.
"The one we touched on with our last session. The one about respect?" Dr. Po eyed him. Artemis nodded. Now he remembered.
"Oh yes. That issue," Artemis smiled and looked out towards the expanse of the emerald land. Dr. Po steepled his fingers.
"Now, I want you to pretend I'm as smart as you are, and give me an honest answer," Dr. Po supposed and paused. Artemis smiled as he thought of Harry, Hermione, Ron, and his father, Sirius. How romantic it would be to see his father approach his broken hearted mother after 12 years of being away. Artemis breathed in the sweet smelling air. Harry had fought the most evil wizard in all time three times. Ron and Hermione had done their part to help Harry in this adventure. Artemis, himself, he figured out the mystery of Padfoot, Prongs, Moony, and Wormtail. And he had a hunch that, if given the right clues, he could locate Wormtail and his master, Lord Voldemort. Artemis smirked at the thought of this, chasing after an evil wizard. The thrill of being the one able to defeat him would be intoxicating. He looked back at Po, who was still eyeing Artemis.
"Well young man, have you found any one worthy of your respect?" He asked semi sarcastically. Artemis looked at him with honest eyes.
"Yes. I believe I have."
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Wormtail paid a shuddered glance to Voldemort's face, or what there was left of it. He was afraid to suggest the next thing, but if Voldemort fell for it, inappropriate hazards could be evaded.
"It could be done without Harry Potter, My Lord," Peter spoke softly. Voldemort's tiny intake of voice made him seem rather vulnerable for the most powerful wizard in the world.
"Without Harry Potter?" Voldemort breathed again. "I see. . ."
"The boy is nothing to me, nothing at all! It is merely that if we were to use another witch or wizard, any wizard, this thing could be done so much more quickly!"
"I could use another wizard . . . Perhaps a stronger one," Voldemort spoke in a whisper. "That is true."
"My Lord, it makes sense," Wormtail's voice quickened, hoping this would convince Voldemort to let him go. "Laying hands on Harry Potter would be so difficult, he is so well protected. . . And Artemis! The boy that you were talking about before! He'd be so much easier to grab!"
"And so you volunteer to go and fetch me a substitute? I wonder . . . Perhaps the task of nursing me has become wearisome for you, Wormtail? Could this suggestion of abandoning the plan be nothing more than an attempt to desert me?" Voldemort seemed enraged, but his health prevented him from acting on his anger. But a stronger wizard, thought Voldemort. Perhaps, that boy . . . Harry's friend from Hogwarts could work. No, he's for another purpose. We need Harry.
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Filaments of light seeped through the closed curtains in Artemis' room. He stood at his work desk, where his laptop was hooked up to a very strange looking piece of hardware. It was a tiny blue box with gold plated lining. Artemis had just finished uploading Gnomish into it. He couldn't help but smirk when he worked on the C Cube. It would be his greatest masterpiece when finished.
One floor below Artemis was Butler, lounging in an arm chair, watching a movie with the volume turned down low, and subtitles on. It was a Marylyn Monroe movie, but he didn't pay much heed to it. Butler's ears twitched, hearing something quite strange. It was the screech of a large bird outside, which wasn't common. Butler's curiosity (more like paranoia) got the better of him and he quickly walked down the staircase to the front door to see what it had been. Butler looked into the sky above him, cloudless. The blue was easy on the eyes and the sun was against his back. He walked farther from the door and looked back into the sun. He shielded his eyes from it and saw quite a strange sight. There seemed to be some sort of creature on the roof, and another figure. A glistened of glass reflected off of the figure. The creature squawked again. Butler's jaw dropped, wondering if he was seeing things.
The architecture of the manor was strange in certain ways. The part where the bird creature had perched was a low over hang, only two stories above the ground. The majority of the rest of the manor was at least four stories up. This fact was a considerably good, fortunate fact, because the man-like figure tripped and started rolling off. The bird creature squawked and hesitantly crawled with hooked claws down towards the man. Butler could barely see what was going on, due to the blinding light of the sun, but he knew that there was something rolling down the roof.
"Shit," Butler breathed. The glistening glass was a bottle that ran off of the slope of the roof and shattered on impact of the ground. The liquid was red and had an alcoholic stench. There was a man up there, and he had been drinking. Yet, he did not yell for help. He kept rolling until he came to the last of he roof and grabbed onto the edge with one hand. Realizing the danger, the man used his left hand to grab onto the edge as well. He let out a confused grunt and dangled from two stories up. The creature eased it's way to help the man dangling in the air, but the shingles of the roof started to break and come undone. The man tried to keep hold of the shingles but they fell off the roof, and the man strangely was able to keep hold.
"No, Buckbeak. Stop!" Sirius peered over the corner of the roof, trying to keep Buckbeak from allowing him to slip. This was the first time Butler had heard him speak at all. He contemplated asking who he was, but that would be put on hold. The man slipped and fell, his large jacket not acting as a parachute. Butler ran and tackled the man right out of the air. He landed with an "umph". The creature on the roof screeched angrily and the beating of wings could be heard. The shadow of a great creature with a long wing-span flew past Butler. The wind caused flutters Butler's designer jacket. He spun his head around to see what the creature was.
Butler pulled away from the grip on the unconscious man to see the animal landing behind him and scratching at the ground with its talons. Butler was no fool to the behavior of any animal, no matter how mystical or unimaginable. This creature was getting ready to attack, and Butler was almost ready.
The creature had a beak like a bird, and it's body was covered in feathers, yet, it walked on all fours. Butler stayed on the ground, wondering if he should stand up. His eyes were in a dead lock with the creature's. It screamed again.
The front doors to the Fowl manor flung open and banged against the wood, frightening the beast. Butler looked to see that it was Artemis.
Artemis looked at Butler, as if it was a dream. Butler was reared back on the ground, covering a long haired man. Artemis looked at Buckbeak, seeming to be in a daze.
"Artemis! Get back inside!" He yelled desperately. Artemis starred into Buckbeak's eyes. Artemis bowed, not looking away and Buckbeak bowed back. Butler was quite confused by this, but started to understand that this must've been part of his wizard training. And if so, who was this man? Unless. . .
"Buckbeak, come here. I've prepared a nice room for you," Artemis held out his hand. Buckbeak knew Artemis well enough to trust him, and he followed Artemis to the back of the manor.
"Butler, take that man inside!" Artemis yelled across the yard. Butler didn't ask any of the questions swimming in his mind and as he scooped the man up, something about his wrinkled, dirty face reminded him of an old friend.
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"Is this all that you could find!" Voldemort hissed. His small form was ignored because of the things he had done in the past. Peter, Mulch, Bill, and Olaf watched him carefully, looking like a rather pitiful bunch. Peter shook with some undisclosed emotion.
"Master, you must understand, gold is not easy to come by," His voice trembled. Voldemort scoffed. Olaf eyed the small clump of gold that was laid before Voldemort. This was far more than he had ever imagined, and yet, it wasn't good enough for his master.
"You have ALL failed me! I highly doubt resourceful creatures as yourselves couldn't steal enough gold!" Voldemort spat. Mulch took a step forward.
"Permission to give it another try? I'm sure I could find a lot more, with more able workers," Mulch hinted that Olaf and Peter had been worthless. Voldemort knew Mulch's potential, and that Peter and Olaf were just getting in the way.
"Of course, Mulch. Olaf, Peter, I'll have other tasks for you. You will not be joining Mulch on this mission," Voldemort coughed. Peter bowed and groveled at Voldemort's feet.
"Please sir, we'll do anything!" Peter clapped his hands together. Voldemort wished Peter's loyalties lied where they should've been. Instead, Peter only obeyed Voldemort in fear. For now, Voldemort ignored it.
"How close are you to getting that fortune you keep talking about, Olaf?" Voldemort asked. Olaf coughed.
"Very close, master. Just give me a bit more time," Olaf believed what he said. Voldemort nodded. He then shot a look at Peter.
"I have another job for you."
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Sirius opened the door to his manor, with a wide smile. His hair had been cut to his shoulders and his clothes were finally changed from the rags he was in when he was at Azkaban. His Armani suits were now too big for him, since he had lost too much weight during his stay at Azkaban. Sirius didn't hesitate to hug the man on his door step. Lupin squeezed him in return, and they both pulled away after a few moments.
"Remus, how did you find me?" Sirius asked, starry eyed. Remus smiled.
"Your son, Artemis, sent me an owl. He said I should stay with you for a while. To talk," Lupin smiled. Sirius led him inside his vast mansion. Butler took Lupin's suit case and coat. Lupin looked especially weary and sick. Sirius was the first to realize this, when Artemis hurried down the staircase.
"Professor Lupin!" Artemis smiled and walked to him. Sirius put his arm around Artemis. Remus shook his head.
"Not professor anymore, remember? Call me Remus," Lupin smiled. Artemis nodded. Artemis looked over at Butler, whom was standing there patiently.
"Please go get us some tea, Butler," Artemis asked politely. Butler nodded and headed for the kitchen. Lupin seemed to watch Butler as he left.
"Butler? I'm surprised he's still around, since you're not part of the Black family anymore," Lupin whispered to Sirius. Black nodded.
"12 years ago, his father swore to me that he was loyal to me alone. He didn't want any part of the Black family. 'Said his only concern was my immediate family. His son has been no different," Sirius whispered back. Lupin scratched his head. Artemis knew there was a full moon two days before. He still had his moon charts in his room and looked at them to see when Lupin would be sick. Lupin obviously looked shaken, even now. There were scratched all over his hands and face. Artemis chose to be polite about it.
"Since you're no longer a professor, who makes your Wolfsbane potion?" Artemis asked. Lupin sighed heavily.
"This month was the first time in years that I couldn't take any. I tried to find an apothecary, but I was too late," Remus said sadly. Sirius seemed shocked.
"You went through the full transformation?" He asked, stunned. Remus shook his head nervously.
"Do you know how to make it, Sirius? I can never do it. I brought the ingredients with me," Lupin pleaded. Sirius shook his head.
"I'm sorry, Remus. I've never attempted that potion. From what I hear, it's rather dangerous," Sirius' brow furrowed apologetically. Artemis looked up at Remus.
"I can make it," Artemis spoke up. "I have the recipe for Wolfsbane in one of my books." Remus smiled at him, appreciating the gesture, but still disbelieving.
"Don't you know the risks?" Lupin asked. Artemis nodded.
"Of course."
"Is that alright with you, Sirius?" Remus asked. Sirius nodded. Lupin seemed to realize something and he looked around.
"Where's Angeline?" Lupin asked. Sirius had a deep intake of breath, hearing the name of his wife.
"Artemis said she's off to some spa with Juliet. She'll be back within the week," Sirius replied. Lupin smiled dreamily.
"What a romantic scenario it will be when she returns. Her husband back after 12 years." Sirius shifted uncomfortably.
"For her, it's only been one year. It's been one year for 12 years," Sirius said, ashamed of himself. Lupin wasn't shocked by this. He put his hand on Sirius' shoulder.
"None of us blame you for that. It'd definitely ease her pain, and Artemis'," Lupin looked at Artemis. Artemis looked away quickly.
"I even put Butler under the spell. For him, it seemed like one year, but he knew differently," Sirius spoke as Butler walked into the room where Lupin, Black, and Fowl were sitting. Lupin swirled his tea around in the cup, starring deeply into the liquid. Remus had barely recognized Sirius when they met at the Shrieking Shack on that fateful night, under the full moon. Now, Sirius looked like he had fifteen years ago, but older. Remus figured he too looked older to Sirius. Lupin looked at Artemis, who seemed to be intently starring at the carpet.
"Do you mind if your father and I speak alone for a moment?" Lupin asked Artemis politely. Artemis tore himself from his trance and looked at Remus' eyes.
"Of course," Artemis replied curtly and left hastily. Sirius watched his thin son leave the room silently. Sirius knew very well that Lupin had something important to tell him, but Sirius wanted to talk about his son.
"I can't believe it. Snape told him that he was Artemis' father," Sirius spoke resentfully. Remus looked up at Sirius.
"What a ridiculous thing to say," Lupin replied shortly and sipped his tea carefully. Sirius bit his lip.
"Apparently, him and Angeline got together shortly after I was put in Azkaban," Sirius spoke quietly. Lupin spit out his tea and looked up at Sirius, shocked.
"What!" Lupin yelled. Sirius hid his shivering.
"We know for a fact that Artemis is my son. But Snape and my wife did have an affair shortly after I was sent to Azkaban. Angeline told me herself when she visited me there," Sirius exclaimed. Lupin looked quite devastated by this.
"Sirius, I'm so sorry," Lupin started. Sirius shook his head.
"She has suffered too much now. When she gets back, I'm going to tell her how much I love her and missed her," Sirius spoke softly. Remus set his cup down on the table.
"How is Artemis taking this?" Lupin asked.
"At first, I could tell he had a lot of family pride behind him, but now that he knows that we aren't really Fowls, he's been a bit reclusive," Sirius whispered.
"He's brilliant, Sirius," Remus replied quickly. Sirius nodded.
"I gathered as much when we met at the Shrieking Shack. How he found out about the Map and us is beyond me," Sirius exclaimed. Lupin nodded sullenly.
"Dumbledore speaks well of him, beyond the fact that he is a Slytherin," Lupin said cheerfully. Sirius scratched his chin.
"That's what puzzles me. I was a Gryffindor even though I was a Black. Angeline was a Slytherin of course. What is it about Artemis that makes him . . . Slytherin? He doesn't seem like the kind of boy that would . . . Be that way," Sirius seemed saddened by this. Lupin smiled at a past thought.
"Angeline, a Slytherin. She's was pretty rebellious, I guess. Not evil, per say. Just. . .," Lupin searched for the right word.
"Willing. Anything for love, she'd say," Sirius was reminded of the instance when he felt most in love with her, when they were robbing the vault for the gold. Sirius wore a faded smile. Everything would fall into place once she returned to the Fowl Manor.
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Foaly clutched a round, blue object in his hand, quickly trotting to Root's office. Foaly scurried through room until he reached Root's desk, which was cluttered with near finished B'wa Kell court orders. The arrest and council orders were long and difficult, but Root had finished most of them only weeks prior. This mess hadn't been cleaned up quite yet. Root looked up at Foaly from a LEP squadron briefing document.
"Fowl finally finished the report on his trip to Hogwarts," Foaly held up the blue orb. Root blanched.
"It's about time. Lazy little mud whelp," Root threw the briefing one top of the other briefings. Foaly looked at the stack.
"I wouldn't call it lazy, Julius. It's about the width of two of your heads, in paper anyways. I'm fairly sure that we picked the right mudman to write the report," Foaly tossed it to Root, who caught it with one hand. Root puffed his fungus cigar.
"This document could be a bunch of syndicated troll piss that Fowl put together for our enjoyment. No matter how thorough it is, I'm hesitant to trust any of it," Root placed the small orb into a reading devise, and found the whole document to be in Gnomish. Root puffed again.
"Did you translate this Foaly? I've already got a headache," Root asked. Foaly shook his head.
"Nope. Our little Arty did that all on his own," Foaly hid a smirk. Root grimaced. He's taunting us, I just know it. Root continued to read the report, and Foaly left the office to give Root the ample time to read it.
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Remus and Sirius were playing a heated game of Wizard Chess while they waited for Juliet and Angeline to finish up with cooking dinner. Butler sat at a distance and watched them mindlessly. Artemis strode into the room and stopped as he reached his father's side.
"Can I speak with you, sir?" Artemis asked, sounding rather depressed. Sirius looked up from his game.
"Of course you can," Sirius wondered why Artemis insisted on being so formal around him. Artemis sat down to the side of the table.
"Snape told me, back in Hogwarts, that the telekinetic ability is hereditary," Artemis sounded quite worried, but Remus was the only one who seemed to notice this. Sirius bit his lip.
"Not always," Sirius answered shortly. Artemis' look didn't relent.
"So you and mother are not telekinetic?" Artemis asked. Sirius shook his head.
"No. Why?" Sirius then realized what Artemis was getting at right as he spoke those words. "Oh."
"Yeah," Artemis understood that he understood. Sirius seemed surprised.
"Well, telekinesis is a powerful gift. Use it wisely," Sirius moved his queen. Remus eyed Artemis.
"That's how you knew about the Marauder's Map," Remus smiled. Artemis scratched his nose.
"Well, I had enough evidence to assume who made the Marauder's Map, but my telekinesis just proved my theories." Lupin smiled pleasantly, seeing the Sirius in Artemis. The deduction, the intelligence, the mischievous nature about him, it was all in Sirius. Lupin moved his king absentmindedly.
"No, no Remus. You can't move there. You'll check mate yourself," Sirius quietly interrupted. Artemis, subtly, was getting tired of the lack of attention his father was giving him. Of course, he could deal with the lack, but it was unnerving, considering that he had saved him (of course, with the help of Harry, Dumbledore and Hermione). Artemis clenched his jaw. Butler noticed this in Artemis. Artemis stood up silently and walked back out of the room. Sirius moved his queen again.
"Check."
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Artemis had his suspicions of why he was telekinetic, even though it didn't run in his family. Sure, it could've been hereditary, somewhere far down the line of his ancestors somewhere but the problem with that was that since Artemis was born of two wizards, he was a squib. He used fairy magic to make himself magical. This troubled Artemis but brought him to one conclusion. Artemis wasn't just naturally good at magic, the fairy magic enhancer was more powerful than the magic he should know at his age. This explained the patronus he conjured just two months before.
At this, Artemis began to find way to duplicate the solution. It was not hard to find the answer using his fairy technology. The weaponry and helmets he had collected at their first encounter with fairies had proved quite useful. Artemis picked at the C Cube on his work table, the only thing lighting the room was a small workbench lap. A strong rap on the door broke the unbearable silence in his room.
"Yes?" Artemis asked, hoping that it was his father.
"Permission to enter, sir?" A deep voice spoke. Artemis grimaced.
"Come in, Butler," Artemis sounded considerably less enthusiastic. Butler gently opened the door, his eyes adjusting to the darkness surrounding Artemis Junior.
"Is something the matter, Butler?" Artemis asked. Butler shifted.
"Your father wants to know why we're going to London," Butler spoke softly, wondering if Artemis had given thought to this. Artemis set his metallic tool down and turned around to face Butler. He tapped his fingers down on the table, looking around.
"We're going to Diagon Alley for school supplies and a day on the town," Artemis replied shortly. Butler gave a small nod.
"Luckily, his criminal record will keep him from following us," Artemis paused. "Oh yes, we need to go to Gringotts tomorrow as well. The magic enhancers should be kept in high quantities there. Just in case. I wouldn't want mother or father to find them," Artemis muttered. Butler nodded and left the room quickly. Instead of going back to work on doing his fifth systems check, Artemis violently opened the curtains to reveal a dark night sky filled with tiny lights. There was a full moon tonight.
Artemis opened his window, and a warm breeze entered his stuffy room. Artemis left the window open while he went to grab Multice from his cage. Multice hooted curtly and spread his wings. Artemis sat him on the windowsill and handed him a small parchment with something quite important wrapped inside. The parchment read one name, Hermione Granger. Multice took the parchment and leapt out of the window hastily. Artemis watched his bird climb into the sky, hoping that this would reach its destination.
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Sirius stood in the fire place of the Fowl manor with Remus Lupin. Angeline looked rather worried at the two of them. Juliet held her hand for comfort.
"Come back as soon as you can!" Angeline teared up. Sirius helped Remus stand on his feet. The previous night had proved to be quite treacherous, since the shelter gave through and Remus ran about the Fowl acres. Scratches and bruises were the least of his problem now. Remus had bit himself in the leg, and Sirius had quickly wrapped gauze around it to keep him from bleeding to death.
"Always," Sirius dropped the Floo powder down and they were gone in an instant.
"It'll be alright, Mrs. Fowl. Artemis will be home in a few hours. Everything will be alright," Juliet attempted to encourage Angeline, but she was already in hysterics. Something about her husband running around with a werewolf and her son getting involved with criminal activities kept her awake at night. Call it a sixth sense or the tiny bit of seer blood in her, but she also knew that neither of them would be returning any time soon.
Because of this, she decided to go after her husband.
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A/N: Hope you enjoyed the first chapter of the sequel! Trust me, it picks up after this. Someone requested more emotion to the story, and I'm certainly delivering! I like it better this way, rather than copying the story. It's more fun for me to make up my own back story. Anyhow, JK announced that she's killing off two more characters in the next (Final? Doubt it.) book. I bet it's going to be Voldemort and, strangely, Ron. I just have this weird feeling that Ron's going to die. Is that wrong? My friend says Harry's going to kill himself in order to kill Voldie. Her husband replied to that with, "Harry's going to die a martyr?" I thought it was funny. Who do you think is going to die and why? Love you guys!
A/N 2: Oops. I forgot something. I recently beta-ed a story (only the most recent chapter). Honestly, it's pretty awesome. It's called The Charity Case by shadowgirlVG. It's fun to read and almost slash. Meh.