Recap of last chapter: Artemis has an argument in the Slytherin common room and he takes the diary from Ginny.

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"Professor Dumbledore."

Gentle, blue eyes twinkled towards the boy. "Ah, Artemis Fowl. I trust you have been enjoying your classes?"

Artemis plastered a smile, "Unfortunately, it is my current classes that have brought me here, Professor."

Dumbledore sighed, "I should have expected that much. Your intelligent mind couldn't be entertained by simply first year classes."

Artemis eyes intrigued, then settled on the phoenix. He walked up to it, observing it curiously while saying, "You would know, Professor, that the new must always replace the new to create development; it's the way of life. I find it quite interesting how everyone can see this cycle everyday of every year yet still not understand or accept the inevitable. Time is precious, and I do not intend to waste it, unlike many others."

"More precious than gold?" Artemis's facial expression didn't change at this, but his eyes flicked to Dumbledore. The old man let out a chortle. "I know you didn't come to talk about your muggle life, Artemis."

"That would be correct. I came here to ask you if I would be possible for me to move up to the second year."

There was a moment of silence in the room, and neither of the two moved. Dumbledore broke the silence, "Preparations would have to be done. And you would have to take an exam before you can enter the grade, however we can have you changed dorms immediately. This way you can introduce yourself with your new classmates before attending the second year classes, that is, if you pass the exam. However I believe you will do fine in that aspect."

"Very well, Professor. I would need approximately two weeks before I can take the exam. As for changing dorms, the time doesn't matter to me." Artemis had analyzed his current dorm mates, but had not bothered to create any type of alliance between them. They were all too weak to be of any use to him.

"Excellent! Now go out and enjoy the sunshine, you look far too pale to be healthy, Artemis."

Artemis didn't move towards the door and his smile grew. He almost looked like an pure-hearted first year. Almost. "There is one more reason that I came to you."

Dumbledore's smile wavered ever so slightly. It was hardly noticeable, however Artemis noticed it anyhow. "And what would that be, Artemis?"

"I was wondering who Tom Riddle is or was."

Dumbledore's voice changed from his welcoming tone. "Where did you hear of this name?"

Artemis shrugged innocently, "Can you really be surprised on how knowledge I have? But, if you must know, I was fascinated by his trophy that I found when I stumbled upon the Trophy Room." It was not completely a lie. After he discovered the diary, he heard Ron Weasley mention Tom Riddle's name while complaining about having to clean the trophy and Artemis then sought it out.

Dumbledore's eyes saddened faintly, "He was a student from fifty years ago or so. Why, just thinking about it makes me feel old. Good day, Artemis."

Nodding, Artemis turned to leave. Judging by the way Dumbledore had ushered him out, he knew that he wouldn't be able to get any other information about Tom Riddle without evoking more suspicion than needed. But just from what Dumbledore had said, Artemis learned more than Dumbledore had intended. Obviously Dumbledore had failed the student in somehow, or the student was not the guiltless person that he was perceived to be from the trophy. Perhaps he would search the library for any unusual event from fifty years ago.

His feet swiftly took him to the library. He picked a table in the far corner where he wouldn't be disturbed. With a death glare, a few Ravenclaw first years were sent running from his chosen table. After a few charms on his area, he started his search.

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Artemis couldn't say he was surprised. The setting sun casted red streaks across the empty library, save a few eager students and Artemis. Most students were eating dinner but Artemis still hadn't found his answer, which only fueled his determination. What happened 50 years ago?

He asked for school records, searched through old newspapers, and persuaded the librarian to access the Restricted Section but he still found nothing. Whatever had happened, if anything had, it was covered up well. It made it all more exciting.

Artemis collapsed on the chair in front piles after piles of documents. He winced marginally as the diary still in his pocket jabbed his leg. He pulled it out carefully. He hadn't touched the diary much since he didn't know what the book could do and its possible danger towards him. However, how else would he find out about Tom Riddle if he didn't take a peek at his diary?

Hesitantly, he opened the book. He flipped through the pages, frowning. There was nothing inside it, not a single drop of ink staining any page. He looked at the front and back cover, examining it to see if there were any hidden compartments. He ran his fingers over the golden letters of his name, but he felt nothing. Artemis sighed, if the book held any importance, its secrets would be guarded with magic.

He took his ink and quill out. He didn't want to resort to this, there was so many unsaid variables, but what else could he do? He wasn't sure what to write and resorted to simply, "Hello."

To his surprise, although he didn't show it, the writing began to sink into the page and then disappeared entirely. And then, words formed on the same page, in a handwriting possibly neater than his own. "And a hello to you, as well. I am Tom Riddle. What is your name?."

Swiftly, he thought of a name, "Ron Weasley. I found this diary in my sister's bag."

There was a pause. Artemis stared at the blank page, waiting patiently. And then it said, "You should not lie, Artemis Fowl."

Interesting. "How did you know that I was Artemis Fowl?"

"I can feel your suppressed magic through the pages of this book."

"Suppressed?"

"I would suspect there is a seal."

A seal to suppress his magic? That would explain his reputation amongst the teachers that didn't know about his muggle status. But then again, what would stop the book from the stolen diary from spewing lies?

"I can destroy the seal."

Artemis nearly laughed. "Perhaps you could. But I know well that nothing in this world is free."

There was another long pause, as if the book was debating. "You are correct in that aspect. However, at the moment I am hardly from your world."

Enthralled, Artemis wrote hurriedly, "Then what are you?"

"That remains to be seen."

There was a burst of light that erupted from the book before him. It stretched out, consuming his body. He then felt a searing pain from inside him, like something was tearing from the inside. Artemis bit his lip hard, his teeth breaking through the tender skin, to keep him from crying out. At that moment, he felt power building inside of him but he did not try to subdue it. Fascinated, he let it grow until the feeling was spread out thoroughly inside him. But it kept on growing, expanding beyond his reach, causing a wind to form, swirling the dust on the floor of the library and snuffing out the lantern on the table.

Experimentally, Artemis closed his eyes and concentrated on the alien feeling. He felt the reaction immediately. He heard the windows behind him shatter and rain on to the table however any shards disintegrated before they reached his skin. He expanded the wind further, knocking over the ceiling high bookcases, making books flutter as if they were mere leaves in a breeze.

He heard a million ear-piercing screams. He felt the rock beneath his feet begin to tremble, rocks beginning to fall from above him and then...

Nothing.

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"How is he, Poppy?" Dumbledore asked.

Pomfrey frowned, "It doesn't make sense. He is recovering at a remarkable pace, I've never seen it before!"

Dumbledore looked at the boy. When he slept, his face was relaxed, peaceful; the exact opposite of his true self where he is always on guard, never having fun. He had far completed being a child, then again, Dumbledore doubted Artemis ever was one.

"His injuries aren't like the others that were in the library, there is no glass shards or hits from blunt books. What happened to him was from the inside. His injuries wouldn't have been detected from the naked eye, except for that one strike to his head, which only probably happened when he collapsed and hit the floor.

"It was like something was punching from inside him and on his arms, torso and a few other places it eventually broke through skin. But then, moments later, it just healed. I didn't have to do anything, like he was doing a healing spell by himself, without words, when he was unconscious and injured."

Dumbledore looked thoughtful at Artemis's adventure. If Artemis was the cause behind the library's destruction, not to mention his sudden interest in Tom Riddle... But that line of though was cut short by a nearly inaudible groan from Artemis.

"I will be taking my leave now. Goodbye, Poppy."

Artemis was first aware of the excruciating pain raging inside his head. His whole body ached and felt overused, and his mind felt weary but it registered some quiet talking and fading footsteps in the background. His eyes burned as he opened them slowly to be exposed to bright daylight.

Startled, he tried to sit up but gasped as a biting agony fogged his brain and barely took in Pomfrey's voice beside him, "Oh, good. You're awake."

Grimacing, Artemis tilted his head towards her. His voice was hoarse and scratchy. "What happened?" He demanded weakly.

"The library was... um... damaged last night. Although that would be quite an understatement. Luckily, most of the books will be able to recover however the screams from the restricted section was enough to alert the entire castle of the disaster."

Memories flew back to him in an instant and anger began to grow in him again. Why did the diary break the seal? Well, if there was anything useful that came out of that, there had been a seal on him. But who did it and why? Artemis wanted answers but he knew that the teachers, or whoever had sealed him, would hide the keys from him.

Pomfrey checked his bandages on his head, even though it had completely healed, saying, "You got a nasty hit on the head I'm afraid. But, what could you expect with all the flying books there? Anyhow, you will eat this, and then you will rest some more. Understand?"

Artemis glared at her however he took the bowl offered reluctantly, his arm feeling heavy as lead. The smell of the porridge drifted in the air, but it looked very unappetizing to him. His mind was too muddled with thoughts of the diary. Had anyone found it yet? Did it get destroyed? Unlikely.

He glanced over at Pomfrey, who was now busy attending to a Ravenclaw girl who he remembered also had been in the library at the time. Putting aside his porridge softly, he slowly took his wand from the small table beside him and silently casted a disillusionment spell he had learned recently.

He climbed out of the bed with his expression twisting in the shooting spasms it brought him. He had to find the diary. He suspected it was almost noon, so most people will still be in their classes and soon going to lunch. He walked quickly towards the library, only slowing down into silence when the occasional teacher walks by.

He pushed opened what was left of the door to the library. The door that was half-hanging off it's hinges creaked and threatened to fall off completely as he stepped inside.

Composed, he observed the library, he could see in the restricted section Pince was rearranging all the books, one by one, with the occasional scream of an accidentally opened book. The rest of the library had not been cleaned up yet, leaving almost all of the bare shelves resting like fallen dominoes with the books littered in piles on the floor. None of the windows had remained, then again, half of the ceiling had collapsed letting sunlight stream through the gigantic hole above him. There are several openings and gaps in the floor and he moves around them cautiously.

But amongst the rubble, books and occasional holes, how would he find the diary?

"Accio Tom Riddle's dairy!" Nothing happened. Artemis frowned.

He walked over to the table he was sitting at just the night before, but now was only splinters. He moved away the wood carefully, revealing several books trapped underneath. Most of them were in a despairing state Artemis noted as he searched through them.

Where was the diary?

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