Harry Potter and Artemis Fowl: Evil Awakens

Okay, so my computer is being a total b**** and the internet doesn't work well because my computer is so ancient. I can't upload an entirely new story, because of something wrong with my computer. I can post new chapters and stuff but not a whole new story. It's nothing wrong with the fanfic site. So until I can figure it out, the new story will be posted as new chapters to this one. So here is the first chapter in the sequel. When I can figure it out, I will move these chapters and it will be posted as a new story, and not as part of the old one. Sorry about all this.

Location Unknown

It's almost time. I almost have the power. Just a little more.

The essence of the magic I needed and the essence of blood has strengthened me. I will reward the one who helped me.

I have been here through the endless centuries. I long to feed. I long to be in world once more, not hidden from everyone. I long to taste blood once more.

It's almost time…

Fowl Manor

Harry and Ginny awoke in the morning sun. Ginny was her side, snuggled up to him. Harry had gone to bed late the night before. He only need four hours of asleep usually and had gone to sleep around three, no nightmares for a change.

"Mmm, you're up," said Ginny. "You slept longer?"

"No, I stayed up watching a movie," said Harry, stretching. "How'd you sleep?"

"Good," said Ginny.

Harry placed a hand on Ginny's belly. "And how did little James sleep?"

"Good, I think," replied Ginny, placing her hand over his. The diamond ring on her hand sparkled in the light seeping in through the curtains. "Not too much kicking."

"Just a little longer," said Harry, kissing her belly.

"Three more weeks," said Ginny, smiling. "And he's healthy and fine."

Harry had been worried when Ginny got pregnant that the baby would be born like him, with wings and blades. If the baby had claws, it could kill itself in the womb, a fairy medic from Haven had come to do special sonar and said there was nothing like that. The baby was fine and healthy. Harry had breathed a sigh of relief.

Ireland 525 A.D.

Ronan and Caoimhin were two brothers who lived mostly by themselves in the wilderness in Ireland. They had lived in their little home since they were born. Their parents had two years ago and Ronan, being seventeen at the time and Caoimhin, being fifteen, took care of the farm and the animals. They grew what they needed and kept to themselves mostly. There was a little settlement not far from their home and they traded stuff in if they needed, but mostly, they fended for themselves.

Ronan was bossy because he was older and Caoimhin was a bit meeker. They had learned magic from their parents who were a wizard and a witch. They kept their magic a secret, for if anybody else knew, they would probably be burned at the stake.

Their life was mostly the same day after day. Ronan and Caoimhin dabbled in dark magic sometimes, seeing what they could do, but they never did anything too bad.

One day, Caoimhin was sitting outside the door of their little home, whittling on some wood, when he looked up and seen a woman walking down the dirt path to their home. She carried herself in a proud manner. She had bright red hair and when she got closer, Caoimhin could see she had piercing blue eyes. She wore a dirty pair of pants made from wolf fur, and a shirt that matched it. She had on a gray knitted shawl over her clothes and carried a cloth bag.

"Good day," she said in a strange accent. "Who are you?"

Caoimhin looked at the imposing figure before. "My name is Caoimhin, and I live here with my brother, Ronan. Are you lost or something?" He had never seen a woman walking around her alone.

"My name is Uallach," she said, and Caoimhin thought if fit her. She did seem proud. "Can I come in?"

Caoimhin, taken by her boldness, stood up and allowed her in. He gave her bread and water which she ate and drank.

"What are you doing here?" asked Caoimhin.

"I'm traveling," she said. "I am looking for wizards to aid me."

"You're a witch," said Caoimhin.

"I not a witch," said Uallach, proudly. "I am a wizard."

"Same thing," said Caoimhin. "Witch, wizard, all the same. Aren't you afraid I might kill you or have you burned at the stake?"

"No," said Uallach. "I am not a witch. Witches are petty woman who sit in huts curing boils for a coin and get burned at the stake when some ones cattle dies of pestilence. I am a wizard. A powerful one at that."

"But you're a woman," said Caoimhin, slowly. "So you're a witch."

"I am not a witch, you fool," she spat, shaking her great mane of red hair. "I am wizard. I have traveled far and wide and learned a great deal of dark magic. I need some lesser wizards like yourself to assist me."

"How do you know-"

"I can sense it about you," said Uallach. "I can always tell who has magic. I see visions too."

"You're a seer?"

Uallach shrugged. "I see visions of my future, and I seen myself coming here to your hut, so you can aide me."

Ronan came in the door at that moment, from the river. He had snared a few fish for supper and asked about the strange guest in their home. Caoimhin explained everything.

"So you're a wizard," Ronan asked her. "And you have visions, saying you to us?"

"Yes," said Uallach. "You are to help me."

"And why should we help you?" asked Caoimhin.

"Because it is the future," said Uallach. "I have a book." She removed a small book from her cloth bag. "I have traveled far and wide, searching all kinds of dark magic. I discovered this book and have been making notes in this one." She pulled out another smaller one.

"You can read?" asked Ronan.

Uallach looked at him like he was stupid. "Of course."

Uallach allowed the brothers to look at the book. Ronan flipped through the pages. There were spells describing how to do all sorts of horrid things, from killing people to making hideous creatures and resurrecting people.

"You can make people alive again?" asked Ronan.

"I need help with the spell for creatures," said Uallach.

"Why would we make these hideous things?" asked Ronan.

"Because I am to be a great wizard," said Uallach. "I am to be a ruler. I have foreseen it."

Ronan thought she was crazy. "You are crazy and will get us all in trouble. Wizardry is look down upon. Now that Ireland is Christian-"

"Pah, who cares?" said Uallach. "I have these items." She took some things out of her back. There were some fangs, a shriveled up thing." They were the heart and teeth of a vampire and she was about to tell Ronan this, but Ronan spoke first.

"We have no wish to help you," he said. "You are presumptuous, to come into my home and start demanding we help you. I am no one's servant."

"I need you to get someone from the village," said Uallach. "I wish to make a vampire, to control."

Ronan knew what a vampire was. His father had told him.

"You can't make a vampire," he said.

"Then where do you think they come from?" asked Uallach. "I have searched for them but been unable to find them. I would like one to help me. I will create it and it will serve me."

Uallach did have visions, but sometimes they had holes in them. She wished she could see all of it, like what her vampire would like, who would be the victim to sacrifice for the ritual. She wanted to know these things, but figured she would wait.

"You shall bring me someone from the village tonight," she said. "We shall get to work."

"This would mean we have to kill them," said Ronan.

"I have killed many," said Uallach. "Don't be next. I need helpers."

"You threaten me in my own home!?" asked Ronan angrily. "How dare you!"

"I dare," said Uallach. "I will be powerful. I see it in my future, and you will help." She had seen it. She had also seen visions of a black haired boy with a funny scar on his forehead. She had seen herself talking to him. Somehow she knew he would be important to her. She couldn't see everything though. When would she meet this black haired boy? Her vision also showed her a sense of waiting, so maybe it would be some years before she met him. She had also had a vision of making a vampire, although it had been very vague. She had only seen the dim outline of a person and then knowing he was a vampire and that she had created him. The brothers would likely bring back a male from the village.

"No, leave my home," said Ronan.

Uallach stood up and drew a wand out. "If you do not obey, I will kill you!"

A blast hit Uallach and she stumbled backwards, hitting her head on a sharp corner of a small table by the door. She fell on the floor and there was blood on the table and the floor.

"Caoimhin!" said Ronan.

"What?" asked his younger brother, holding his own wand. "I was afraid. She is so imposing and odd. She would have killed us."

"Now we have killed her," said Ronan.

Caoimhin felt her neck. "A pulse still."

"We will finish her," said Ronan. He took his knife, and without a second thought, stabbed her in the heart.

"We shall bury her by the river, and no one will be the wiser," said Caoimhin.

"No," said Ronan. "Let's try a spell on her, shall we?"

"What?"

"The book." Ronan picked it up. "I wish to experiment with magic. We have done much from our father's book. There was a resurrection spell. We could experiment on her, and if it works, we bring back mother and father."

"Mother and father." Caoimhin missed his parents terribly. They both did. Could they really?

"But let's take it a step further," said Ronan. "The vampire spell is similar to the resurrection spell. If we can do that, we can definitely bring back ma and da."

"But a vampire is evil," said Caoimhin.

Ronan shook his head. "Yes, but it would serve us. She said she would make one and it would serve her. So whoever creates it must be its master."

Caoimhin thought for a moment. "What shall we do with it?"

Ronan thought. "They need blood to live, as father told me. We could feed it animal blood and live on the farm with us and have it work. Or if it's dangerous, we could just kill it." Ronan had other, less than pure ideas he could do with a woman who under his command.

They got to work, drawing symbols on the floor and doing what the spell said. There was a shriveled looking thing that Caoimhin said was a vampire heart. He had Uallach's notebook and there were notes and drawings. The notes said she had found these things in an urn, but it did not mark the location. The teeth were vampire teeth.

They laid Uallach out in the middle of the pentagram and cut her shirt off. Caoimhin had never seen a woman naked before, but thought she was very beautiful, except for the stab wound. Ronan cut her heart out and they placed in the shriveled on. The spell said to place the teeth into the heart and he did so, cutting a small slit so they would stay well. The book said a small goldish chunk in her bag was something called Pimante and must be laid upon the chest. Ronan did this as well.

Ronan chanted out the page full of words in the book and the body began to glow. The Pimante sank into the body and the chest wound sealed up. The body shook and glowed and then lay still. Uallach opened her mouth and eyes in surprise. Two of her teeth grew long and pointy.

"It worked," said Caoimhin in surprise.

"You are our servant now," said Ronan slowly, as though speaking to someone dumb. "Do you understand me."

Uallach sat up. "What have you done?" she remembered falling to the floor and a pain in her head. Between then and now, she had remembered only blackness.

She ran her tongue along her teeth. "You have made me into a vampire."

"You are our servant now," said Ronan.

"I am not," said Uallach. "I am nobody's servant. You are mine, unless you want to die. You know what I can do as a vampire. I drink blood and I am invincible."

She knew a stake through the heart could kill a vampire, or so he heard, but she doubted these fools knew it.

Uallach took a knife from her pocket and slashed her arm. The cut healed quickly.

"No, you are my servants," she said. "I am untouchable."

Ronan knew how to kill her.

He took a sharp piece of wood from the corner, a stake Caoimhin had played with when he was little. He took it and lunged for Uallach, Uallach jumped over him, with surprising quickness.

Caoimhin grabbed her ankle and she fell down. She was a new vampire and unsure of her new body now. If she'd had time to get used to it, she could've killed them in an instant. Quick as a flash, Ronan stabbed her through the back. By luck, the stake went into her heart. She screamed and lay still.

Ronan, realizing his mistake, flipped through the book. There was a spell that could be done to imprison a vampire.

"It says she could come alive somehow, but not how," said Ronan. "Oh, stupid book."

"Don't take the stake out," said Caoimhin.

The spell had specific instructions, it said to dig a hole, and place the vampire in it and then chant some words. The body had to have nothing earthly in it. They followed these instructions, removing all of her clothes, and the stake. In the hole, she started to come alive and they chanted quicker. The spell took hold and Uallach began to sink into the ground, despite her frenzied clawing at the air above her.

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!" she shrieked, before dirt covered her mouth.

She disappeared entirely. The night was quiet.

"It worked," said Caoimhin.

Ronan looked at the end notes of the spell. "It says it can be reversed if that Pimante stuff is placed on the ground along near the burial. If wizard blood is dripped into the ground, she will gain power faster and revive faster. It says that even if not, the spell will eventually wear off. It is not permanent."

"Well, were not going to stick Pimante on the ground and dribble our blood into the earth," said Ronan.

"What if somebody in the future finds that out and does that," said Caoimhin. "She could be revived. She is evil."

Ronan rolled his eyes. "Who cares. We won't be alive if that day ever comes. And who would do that? We don't even know where that Pimante stuff comes from. She is dead and gone and the world is better for it. Even if she does come back, we will be long gone and won't have to worry. Let someone else worry about it."

Caoimhin felt uneasy, but was glad she was gone.

"Shall we try on Ma and Da?" asked Caoimhin.

"I fear to do so," said Ronan. "They were both old anyway, and sickly. If they came back, they might still be sickly and just die again. The spell doesn't say if they come back healthy or what."

"But you said-"

"No!" snapped Ronan. "We thought Uallach would be in our control, but she wasn't was she? I will not try another such spell and have Ma and Da come back sick again, to suffer. This spell book does not tell everything."

Caoimhin agreed with brother and would not go against his words. He made a note in the back of the vampire spell and how it had worked, so none other would try it.

The book of Uallach's notes was lost over the centuries, but the spell book ended up in the Magical Museum of Paris France, in the wizard community. And Uallach's body remained sunk deep into the ground, hidden from all by the spell. Above that ground, a manor was built. And a certain family lived in this manor through the centuries, never knowing what evil lay below.

This manor belonged to the Fowls.

Okay, first chapter. Please review and let me know if good or bad. I was unsure how to write it, and I hope it turned out okay.