Recap of last chapter: he gets to Hogwarts (meets Luna, Draco and Pansy along the way) and gets into Slytherin. Yay.

So, now that school is starting, I will be updating a bit more slowly (hopefully once a week). Anyhow, lets get on to chapter the seventh!

Artemis looked around at his new housemates in distaste. Most of them glared at him as he carefully observed the insides of the Slytherin common room and its occupants, however none of them have attempted to approach him yet, which was all that made them endurable. They might have been chosen to be in the Slytherin house because of their 'cunning' mind, although that attribute was nothing compared to him, but they were all cowards who would run at the first hint where their lives were in any kind of danger. Why waste a mind away through cowardice when it could be used for so much more?

Distractedly, Artemis took note of a set of heavy footsteps nearing him. Unperturbed, Artemis said without a glance at the intruder, "Your business?"

The bulky form stopped next to him. "Don't get cocky with me, Fowl."

Artemis only chuckled, "Of course. You wouldn't want a muggle-born to hold more authority than yourself. Anyhow, it is Marcus Flint, is it not?"

Flint growled, "You will learn that it would be best for your safety to not get me angry."

"Good, then we have at least one thing in common."

"FOWL-"

Artemis politely covered his mouth with his hand as he yawned, undisturbed by the fuming Flint that stood next to him. "Good night, Mr. Flint."

With several startled eyes following his movements and threats being called after him, Artemis left.

Flint wasn't the only one who was unhappy. Malfoy was also furious; not only had the Fowl kid ignored, insulted and irritated him greatly earlier that day, he also managed to get into his house so he would have to deal with the kid all year. However, Malfoy suspected that the boy's arrogant attitude would be changing soon. He wouldn't survive the year with all his enemies he already has made.

On his bed, Artemis put several wards up around his bed as a pleasant surprise for anyone who is foolish enough to try to attack Artemis in his sleep. He breathed out tiredly, relaxing his muscles slowly and letting his mind wander. He wondered if he should be feeling homesick. He thought of his parents and Butler, but strangely he could only feel detached- no waves of sadness or regret. It didn't matter, he decided, this is how it should be.

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The next morning Artemis sat in Potions class happily separated from the other Slytherins. There was a clear line between the Slytherins and the Gryffindors that were also there, tension crackled in the air between the two houses. Artemis ignored the silent feud, instead analyzing the teacher. Snape did the same to him, narrowing his eyes at Artemis. Suddenly, Artemis smiled, although it didn't quite fit with his face and most certainly didn't reach his eyes. In return, Snape frowned.

Breaking eye contact, Snape swiftly said, "Creevey! Did I not say to stir the potion 5 times, in an anti-clockwise motion? 10 points from Gryffindor."

Colin Creevey stared helplessly at his most recent explosion that had scattered his potion all over himself causing several burns to begin forming. Snape, with a wave of his wand, made the potion disappear. "Weasley, take him to the infirmary. Now."

The two scurried out of the classroom. Artemis looked at his own potion; it was consistent and smooth and smelled lightly of oranges. Snape stalked over, obviously to comment rudely on his potion, however any insults that he had lined up specifically for Artemis died quickly upon seeing it.

A bell boomed throughout the halls and into the dungeons, signaling the end of class. With a sour attitude, Snape waved them away leaving Artemis with a smirk playing on his lips.

Walking to his next class he pondered. From his long practice during the summer, he was almost halfway finished with what they would be learning this year. Frankly, Artemis was disappointed. It was too easy. He needed a challenge. Perhaps another bank? Gringotts? Maybe in the future. For now, he decided, he would complete his education at Hogwarts, in much less time than normally required of course.

A shrill cry sounded through his ears and a weighty object knocked him over. Artemis head throbbed as his head collided with the stone floor beneath him and there was something sharp digging into his side.

"Oh my! I'm so sorry!" Weasley clambered off him awkwardly, blushing furiously. He looked to his side to see a black book. He remembered rapidly that he had seen that book before somewhere and he shifted slightly to hide it underneath his robe. He sat up smoothly putting the book into his pocket at the same time. The girl was too busy to notice, she was rummaging through her robes, looking for something... the book he just found possibly?

"Oh no. Where is-"

"Weasley." Artemis stated, getting up and straightening his robes.

She looked up startled, as if she forgot he was there. Was that book that important?

"I- Um- Sorry." And then she practically ran away from him. Artemis looked around him and was glad that no one was around to see his embarrassing fall. He glanced at the edge of the book that was slightly hanging out of his pocket. In golden writing, it read, 'Tom Marvolo Riddle'.

Ooooooh, creepy stuff. Did you suspect that this early on? Teeheehee.