Artemis knew at once that the revival spell Snape had used on Harry had completely removed the mesmer. He was smart enough to figure out such things. He also knew that there was something odd about him being one of only two people in his class to successfully use the memory charm. Not even Holly had managed to get a spell to work, and he was pretty sure that the Granger girl had done the spell before, making it easier for her to do the spell. That was his first time trying it, and it was only his second spell ever.

He was at a loss as to how to figure this issue out, because there was no known account of a human with fairy magic using a wand. This was unheard of, and Artemis would have to figure things out on his own.

He didn't mind much, though. He really liked the idea of being even more revolutionary then he already was, and using wizard magic was the perfect way to achieve this.

As for the Harry Potter issue, he was not overly worried. He knew that this boy was prone to seeing things that others did not and also had a bad habit of not telling anyone else his issues.

The bell rang, and Artemis and Holly made their way across the castle and down to the dungeons for potions. He was excited for this class, knowing that this was an art of its own.

They made it to class, and every student picked a cauldron. Artemis shared a table with Holly, making sure that he was behind Harry so that he could look over his shoulder without being noticed.

Artemis saw Harry pull out a tattered textbook and pour over it, and he knew at once what this was. Artemis smiled at knowing something that no one else did. It was such dramatic irony that he almost laughed out loud.

Artemis knew that he had such an advantage over everyone in the school. He knew how most of their futures would turn out, and he knew secrets that would be revealed to people much later on. He could also tweak this story to his liking. He already knew a few things that he would change involving certain deaths.

The class all waited as the professor entered the room. The potions teacher was Slughorn, and his huge form teetered into the room as the bell rang.

"Today you will be preparing an antidote to uncommon poisons," he explained. "The recipe will be found on page ten of your books."

There was a rustling as the students turned to that page and then began searching for ingredients. Artemis knew that the book that Harry was using would have better directions in it, so he glanced over his shoulder as much as he could without being noticed by anyone.

Artemis thoroughly enjoyed brewing potions and found that he was doing very well at following the directions. By the end of class, most students found that there was a huge pile of dust at the bottom of their cauldrons, but Harry and Artemis were the two that had brewed them exactly correct, and their potions were bubbling nice and purple.

"Well, well, my dear boys, it seems that we have two winners," chuckled Slughorn. "Someone is finally giving the potions king a run for his money."

Artemis smiled. He liked the sound of that. Harry would not be the only one getting help from the Half-Blood-Prince. He saw that Harry had turned around and was looking at him with an odd expression on his face, one that Artemis did not much like.

The bell signaling the end of class rang and the students filed out. Just as he had been expecting, Harry stopped and waited for Artemis outside of the classroom. Holly was standing by Artemis for support in case the Chosen One decided to become suddenly violent.

"Who the heck are you?" questioned Harry, his voice full of more curiosity than anything else.

"Well, I am new here, for one," stated Artemis, deciding to tell something of the truth.

"And what is she?" Harry asked, pointing at Holly, who huffed her discontent.

"Now that is not polite," chuckled Artemis. "She is an elf."

"She looks nothing like a house elf," argued Harry, looking closer at Holly, who resisted the urge to punch him on the nose. What was it about human boys that made her want to punch them so badly?

"She is a different kind, and let's just leave it at that," snapped Artemis, and he turned and began walking down the hall to his next class.

"Oi! I'm not done with you!" Artemis heard quick footsteps behind him.

"You really have no idea how to exercise proper manners, do you?" grumbled Artemis, fully aware that he was being infuriating to the boy with the glasses.

"I just want to know why I seem to be the only one who knows that you are new here," pleaded Harry, very tired of being the only one all the time.

"My friend here has magic that has allowed me to blend in without notice, and Snape used a spell that reversed it on you, okay?" stated Artemis, just waiting for more questions to come his way.

"Snape?"

"Yes, we were practicing memory charms, and I hit you with a severe one. He had to fix your memories and accidently removed the hypnosis that my friend had on you." Artemis was beginning to suspect that Snape had known the magic had been lifted, but had decided not to do anything. Artemis would take care of that later.

Harry thought about this for a moment. "Does Snape know about you? What about anyone else?"

"Snape does know, but don't go talking to him about it. And I have suspicions of others knowing, but nothing more," explained Artemis, getting antsy to get to his next class.

"I don't get along with Snape," mumbled Harry. "Why are you here, anyway? And I never caught your name."

"My name is Artemis Fowl," he said, sticking out a hand for Harry to shake. "And I want to learn wizard magic. I have traces of other magic in my blood, but I want to learn to control it."

Harry took his hand, not knowing whether or not he could trust this kid. He would keep his secret, though, because he could sense no real danger.

They both turned heel and went to their separate classes, thinking about how an adventure was on the brim, Harry dreading it and Artemis ready for whatever was coming his way.

Snape sat in the thick armchair across from the headmaster's desk knowing exactly what this meeting would be about. He was just waiting for the questions, for the gaze that was surely looking right through him.

There was a tin of sweets sitting open on the desk, and Snape was sure that they were some horrible muggle treat that Dumbledore so liked. Every time Snape was there Dumbledore asked him if he wanted a piece and Snape always refused. He would not be caught dead eating something as childish as candy. Snape also didn't want to except any niceties from Dumbledore, not wanting to give Dumbledore any reason to use it against him.

There was nobody in the room to see him, and he was really curious as to why Dumbledore liked them so much. Snape slowly reached a hand over to the tin, looking around him as he did so, and he almost had his hand in the tin when a loud squawking filled the room. Snape jumped back into his seat as Fawkes the phoenix landed on the arm of his chair. Stupid animals.

Snape grumbled to himself as he cautiously stroked the scarlet bird on the head. Why were things always going wrong for him? He decided not to risk the candies again, and sat in silence waiting for the headmaster to enter the office.

Dumbledore made his way into the room a few minutes later, his robes swirling around him as he strode to the desk.

"Good evening, Severus," he calmly greeted.

"I have a feeling you haven't called me here to exchange happy stories about our adventures, have you?" grumbled Snape, wanting to get right to the business at hand.

Dumbledore sighed. "No, Severus, there is rarely time for just a nice little chat anymore. This time I have to discuss one of our students with you, and this time it is not Harry Potter."

Snape knew it. He had been right to expect questioning on the new student. He waited in anticipating silence.

"There seems to be a new student at our school who has arrived here unexpectedly, and I have been speculating that I am not the only one who truly knows of his arrival," stated Dumbledore, a slight smile on his face. "My speculations are rarely wrong, Severus."

Snape just sighed, not really feeling like explaining himself to the old wizard standing in front of him.

"I am not the only one at this school who is an Occlumens, and that seems to be what stops the kind of magic that the new boy's little friend uses." Dumbledore was now waiting for Snape to say something, to confess his knowledge of the strange boy.

Snape gave in. "I do know that this boy is new here, but I also know more than that," explained Snape, and he allowed time for Dumbledore to mull this over.

"And what do you mean by this?"

"When he couldn't hypnotize me, he decided to confide in me his issues. He told me that his only wishes are to learn magic at this school," continued Snape. He left out the part of the fairy knocking him unconscious and the blackmailing that Fowl did to him. Those parts were not necessary to his story telling.

"Well, he did put himself in Slytherin house. I guess he wanted to make sure that his one ally was the head of the house he decided to be in," Dumbledore thought aloud.

Snape nodded, not sure what else he could say on this matter, and then something came to mind. "Mr. Potter also knows that Mr. Fowl has not been here all along," added Snape.

"And how is that?"

"Well, we were practicing memory charms in my class, and Potter needed a revival spell. It must have reversed the effects of the hypnosis."

Dumbledore nodded. "I want you to keep an eye on this boy. He not only managed to make it into the school, but he also has been able to put the whole student body and most of the teachers under his spell. Not to mention he has a little friend who has magic that we have never heard of before."

Snape gave a curt nod of the head. He was already watching the boy closely. He wanted to know just how this boy knew about him being a spy, and he also wanted to know what sort of magic the elf girl had.

"Well, good night, Severus. I have a meeting with Harry Potter tonight, and must get things ready."

Snape wondered what these meetings were about, but decided not to ask about it. He stood from his chair and gave another nod in Dumbledore's direction in farewell. He made his way out of the office and towards his quarters, wondering the whole time what was in store for him.