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 (Wants a rock version of Phantom of the Opera)

A/N: Cheers. I found a moldy thesaurus in the basement, so I'll be using new words in this chapter. I hope you guys like it so far. Tell me if it's nicht gut! I love my reviewers! Thanks everyone! I hope the 13 secrets helped. If you want to know all of the conspiracy theories for SOUE, please email me. I have a FANTASTIC link that will tell you everything you need to know ever! Except now it may be out of date now that we have the 13 Secrets. For instance, they thought Beatrice was the Bauds mom, but that wouldn't work any more, considering Lemony is a Quag.

Disclaimer: YES! I OWN HARRY POTTER, ARTEMIS FOWL, AND LEMONY SNICKET! MUHAHAHAH! MUHAHAHA! (Disclaimer nazis carry Spectra away) YOU CAN'T STOP ME! AHAHAHA!

Sirius: Spectra16 hopes you enjoy this story as much as she is writing it. In this chapter, you will witness the Quidditch World Cup (Go USA! JK!), Rita being a bitch, Artemis using Draco was his own purposes, and the DARK MARK! Yay! Also, this chapter starts out happy and fun but takes a turn for the worst (you guys know the story). You might dislike this chapter for this reason. Spectra does.

Hey Hey

By the Elms

Yeah, hey hey guys,

Hey hey guys,

What's the prize,

If we want it?

If we want it?

Yeah hey hey girls,

Hey hey girls,

What's the world,

What's the world

Got to offer?

Got to offer?

If you need it, I got it.

I found it. I bought it.

You can't ever take it or fake,

Hey hey hey.

-.-.-.-.-.-

Chapter Three: Ireland vs. Bulgaria (Vs. Journalism vs. Skeeter)

The port key had been something new and quite exciting for Artemis Fowl the Second. He wore an Ireland jacket, like one that could be seen at the muggle Olympics. Amos Diggory was with the Weasleys as well. Fred and George was dressed identically, Harry and Ron were equally as excited for the game. Artemis walked quietly next to Hermione. Cedric, Amos' son, remained quiet next to the Boy Who Lived. Artemis was captivated by Cedric. Something about his aura made him seem strange to Artemis. No one had ever struck him like this before. This was all too confusing. And strangely familiar.

Off in the distance was the faint sight of thousands of tiny tents near a forest. Artemis smiled, finding the spectacle quite enthralling. Later, the Diggory's left. Artemis could tell Harry was extremely annoyed by the fact that Amos was bragging about his son, Cedric, whom was humble and denying the entire time. The strangest part about this was that they had to get a camp site, of which was run by a Muggle. Artemis watched Mr. Weasley try to pay with his galleons, but Harry jumped in to save the day.

"Never been this crowded before. Hundreds of bookings in the last week. People from ALL over. Foreigners, and some not just foreigners! Weirdos, you know?" The man counted the change he was to give back. "I saw a bloke running about in a kilt and poncho."

"Shouldn't he?" Mr. Weasley asked confused. Artemis tried not to laugh.

The campsite was much stranger than Artemis had perceived. There were chimneys on some, weather vanes on others. Once the Weasley's had found their tent, courtesy of a family friend, it appeared rather small, definitely NOT enough room for Mr. And Mrs Weasley, Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, George, Ron, Ginny, Hermione, Harry, Ron, and Artemis. Possibly just Ginny and Hermione, maybe. But just as he was thinking this, most of the Weasley siblings ran into the tent, each one of them fit. The only hesitant ones were Harry and Artemis. Harry looked back at Artemis and shrugged. He jumped in. Artemis followed him, finding that the tent was MUCH bigger on the inside, provided magic. Harry marveled at the sight.

"I love magic," He whispered. (Millions of fan girls, most of which have seen Potter Puppet Pals scream, "I LOVE YOU, HARRY!")

Artemis found his section of the tent was with Bill. Clothes, hygiene products, and his own sheets were there for him in a bundle. He had disliked camping to the extreme. Him and Butler had done it when they had a stake out at the oak tree, waiting for a fairy. His only motive then was gold. But surely, this was no ordinary camping trip now. This was hardly "roughing it".

On the way to the gift shop, Fred, George, Hermione, Harry, Ron, and Artemis passed by a cluster of completely green tents. Artemis smiled, very fond of his country. It didn't matter to him that everyone in this area was completely rowdy and loud. They had a perfectly decent reason to be. If Artemis didn't feel the need to keep his appearance about him, he'd be there with the normal, silly teenagers, screaming and cheering. He was a tad bit worried that the moment would catch up with him, and that he'd give into screaming and thoroughly enjoying himself.

"Krum," Ron whispered.

"What?" Artemis asked curiously.

"Viktor Krum, the Bulgarian seeker," Ron said, looking at a poster of him on the Bulgarian tents.

"He looks angry," Hermione spoke quietly. Fred and George joked.

"Krum mad! Krum smash!" Fred made his voice husky and scratchy. George pretended to be Krum as well. The two laughed, the rest of them felt a bit worried. Viktor Krum was quite scary looking.

Once the group arrived to the grounds, they found a large group of people. They entered the crowd, and found two men arguing, one of which was hard to miss. He was wearing a flowery gown. The whole group was intent on listening in.

"You can't wear that! There are Muggles around here, and they're getting suspicious," The official in the suit exclaimed. The elder man shook his finger at the man.

"I bought this at a Muggle shop! Muggles wear them!" He shouted. Artemis and Hermione stifled laughs.

"Muggle women wear them! Not men! Men wear these," He tugged at his own cotton pants.

"I'm not putting them on! I like a healthy breeze around my privates, thanks," He replied. The whole group fell into stitches, laughing on the ground. Other people in the crowd grinned knowingly, and some were curious, not having heard this sort of thing before. Whilst Harry, Ron, and Hermione were busy talking together, Fred and George pulled Artemis aside. Artemis didn't bother questioning this, since Fred and George did it often.

"Artemis, how much did you bring?" George asked eagerly. Artemis' eye brows furrowed.

"Money? I brought fifty Galleons, just in case," Artemis smirked. Fred and George's eyes widened with excitement. Artemis could almost read their minds without trying.

"Wanna gamble it all away?" Fred asked enthusiastically. Artemis smirked. George broke in.

"We know how this game is going to end," George smiled as widely as Fred. Artemis quirked an eyebrow.

"And how do you know that?"

"Call it what you want, but it's psychic intuition," Fred said confidently. Artemis nodded.

"Sure. I'll throw in some money. But who do we bet against?" Artemis asked. Fred and George backed up.

"Dad's got a friend at the Ministry. Name's Ludo Bagman. He's been known to bet lots at these sorts of things. We heard dad complain about it," Fred spoke suavely.

"But our mum can't know. She wouldn't understand," George admitted. Artemis nodded.

"Alright."

-.-.-.-.-.-

Beams of red and green light moved in the air, piercing the darkness in a magnificent way. Fireworks popped and cracked in the air, tiny sparks falling to the ground delicately. Artemis starred into the sky, his pocket lightened considerably, since he'd give 40 galleons to Ludo Bagman. Fred and George were left with nothing, but as a courtesy, Artemis promised to repay them if their assumption of the outcome of the game was wrong. Artemis felt strangely confidant that they were right, but the looming doubt of losing money never settled with anyone, and especially not Artemis.

The stands were high and the wooden steps made the area creek, but the sounds were no match for the screaming and popping of fireworks, the screaming of fans. Ginny and Hermione ran excitedly for the stands, climbing up quite a ways. The Weasley's had seats near the front, of the highest area. A group of silly teenagers were singing a song in the Bulgarian native language (I feel like a loser for not knowing what it is. . . I hope it's not English. Then I would feel really stupid.). Lanterns crept towards the stands, just as they were.

When the group had finally gotten high enough to see the field, Artemis was awestruck. The field was beautiful and clean. There were no sign of the Quidditch players yet. Fireworks still hit the sky. Magical fireworks were much better than primitive Muggle fireworks. These works turned into moving animals, signs, and advertising. There were billboards for businesses everywhere. The place was crowded by tiny people. Looking across the stadium, people looked like tiny little ants, hurrying to their seats and running to look for friends and family.

They finally reached their box, and everyone sat down. Artemis would've preferred to look around yet, before the game was to begin. Harry and Ron played with their Omnioculars. Hermione and Ginny talked about silly things, and the Weasley parents talked with some other workers of the Ministry. Percy was at the mercy of Ludo Bagman, whom was introducing Harry to a Bulgarian man, who wasn't recognizable at the time. Artemis watched them all, and suddenly, he wondered what his family was doing.

-.-.-.-.-.-

Sirius breathed deeply. He had never liked the look of short hair, but it couldn't be helped. Remus also felt uncomfortable, being the one to do this. He'd never needed scissors before. There was such a thing as a separating charm in the magical world.

"Try to cut straight, at least," Sirius warned him, looking at Remus rather nervously in the mirror. Remus stood behind him, wondering where to cut first.

"Why don't you just ask Juliet to do this?" Remus asked desperately. Sirius grimaced.

"Haven't you noticed? She's not here. She's training somewhere. She left two days ago," Sirius wondered why Remus was this oblivious. Remus frowned.

"Sorry," he said, wondering why Sirius was so irritable. Sirius' long hair was wet. Remus ran his fingers in it, wondering where to begin. He snipped the end of it. Sirius watched his strange face change from wondering to confused to unhappy. Sirius rolled his eyes. He turned around and snatched the scissors from his friend's hand.

"I'll do it," he hissed. He cut off about five inches before panicking.

"WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING!" He screamed. Lupin laughed.

-.-.-.-.-.-

Harry, Ron and Hermione spun around at Fudge's words. Lucius, Draco, and Narcissa stood there, looking disgusted by the sight of every Weasley in existence. Artemis also turned around, face to face with Draco.

"Hello Mr. Fowl," Lucius greeted. Draco avoided eye contact with anyone except Harry, whom he glared at. But his mind was not on being angry at Harry at the moment. Why is my father acting so friendly to a mud blood? Is it because Artemis is Snape's son? Is it because Angeline is his sister?

"Hello, mister and misses Malfoy. Draco," Artemis said politely. Fred and George could tell that Artemis was a sellout immediately. They'd never seen him speak to them in this manner. Lucius swallowed hard, trying not to be rude with Fudge around.

"Will you be sitting with these. . . Weasleys for the game, because you are welcome to join us," Lucius offered. Narcissa still looked repulsed by the fact she was in the presence of the Weasleys. Artemis looked back at his friends, whom were completely sure that he'd stay with them. Artemis almost felt guilty.

"I'll be with you in a moment," Artemis nodded at the three of them and walked over to Harry, whispering something in his ear. Mr. Weasley and Mrs. Weasley looked appalled. Fudge introduced his Bulgarian friend, who turned out to be the Bulgarian Minister of Magic, to Lucius and his family. Lucius looked at Mr. Weasley coldly.

"Good lord Arthur, what did you have to sell to get seats in the Top Box? Surely your house wouldn't have fetched this much," Lucius spoke softly. Draco caught Artemis biting his lip in anger. It seemed as if everyone caught this remark except Fudge and the Bulgarian Minister. The tension in the box was so thick, it was probable that not even a hacksaw could've cut through it. When the Malfoys left, all eyes were on Artemis.

"How could you even fathom hanging around those slimy gits!" Ron shouted. Mrs. Weasley signaled him to lower his voice. Artemis inched closer to the three of them.

"I'm doing this for Harry's sake. There's more than enough reason to believe that the Malfoys are full of dark magic. They might be the only way to find out where Peter is. You need me to gain their trust," Artemis whispered. Ron and Hermione's expression changed. Artemis had already told Harry.

"Thank you Mr. And Mrs. Weasley. I'll meet you back here either when the game ends or before then. It all depends on the severity of Draco's haughty nature," Artemis smiled at them, and they starred at him still confused. Fred and George patted Artemis on the shoulders, smiling at him, thinking only of their bet.

"Enjoy the game Arty!" Fred waved as Artemis walked from their box to the Malfoys. This was either going to be very awkward or very informational. Artemis kept walking towards the Malfoy's box. People rushed by him, in a hurry to their seats. Mostly children ran past Artemis, occasionally brushing him violently. Artemis didn't mind it now, although maybe a year or two ago, he would've glared at them, and caused them to go screaming to their parents.

A man in a cream colored suit walked towards Artemis, but slowly, as if he didn't have somewhere to be. Artemis definitely recognized this man now. It was Lemony Snicket, the editor from the Daily Prophet. He had interviewed Harry, Hermione, and Ron about the ordeal last year with Sirius Black. Although, the article never made the news, at least Mr. Snicket sent his apologies by owl. Artemis smiled at Mr. Snicket, but Lemony didn't seem to notice him walk by. Artemis would've stopped him and talked, but he heard the voice of Ludo Bagman, which seemed to be on some sort of loud speaker.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome! Welcome to the finals of four hundred and twenty-second Quidditch World Cup!" Screams and clapping almost drown out what he was saying. Artemis walked into the Malfoy's box and sat next to Draco.

Draco smirked at Artemis for a bit.

"I'll bet the Weasle's were taken off guard when you said you'd come sit with us," Draco almost laughed. Artemis nodded. Narcissa clicked her tongue.

"How could you even stand their presence, Artemis?" She asked, as if she'd known Artemis all of her life, by the way her confidence was flaunted. Artemis smirked with Draco.

"I find it convenient to befriend even the most vile of creatures. I assure you my relationship with them is only to fulfill my hidden ulterior motives," Artemis spoke softly, and Narcissa smiled wickedly. Lucius, however, used his Occulency powers to try to see if Artemis was really telling the truth. But just as he tried, Artemis' mind was heavily blocked. Lucius panicked. This is strange. How powerful could one person be in this sort of magic. Especially a teenager. Confused thoughts clouded Lucius' mind, and Artemis would've caught it, if he had been paying attention.

Artemis watched the Bulgarian players circle the stadium on their Firebolts. A creature called Veela flew around the field as a mascot to the team. They danced around, almost hypnotically. Artemis found them to be beautiful, but something was wrong. Draco seemed to be under the same trance. Artemis didn't like this. Shakily, as if fighting against himself, he gingerly pulled mirrored sunglasses from his jacket pocket. As if his trance was broken, he suddenly felt better, and didn't feel the need to throw himself at these creatures. Draco would've asked about the sunglasses if he wasn't busy watching the Veelas.

At once, they left the stadium and the crowd erupted in angry roars. Artemis smirked, as if he knew that he might be the only one there that wasn't under their control. He pulled the sunglasses off and shoved them in his pocket. Then the Irish Team Mascots came out. Artemis leaned over to Draco.

"Who are you betting on, Bulgaria or Ireland?" He asked in a whisper. Draco shrugged.

"Personally, I want to the Bulgarians to win. But I won't be unhappy if they lose. Both of these teams are definitely worthy of the Quidditch cup," Draco didn't really seem to care. Artemis sat up straight in his chair, not knowing that Lucius was still watching him. The Irish team set out fireworks in the form of comets, which whizzed around the stadium. Leprechauns were also abundant. The greener area of the stadium, where the Weasley's were, exploded with excitement and anticipation. The Leprechauns threw gold into the stadium and people scrambled for it. A few pieces landed in the Malfoys box, but none of them hurried to get it. Draco smirked at Artemis, as if to dare him to reach down and grab it. Artemis ignored this threat, because he was thinking of something entirely different.

Wait, what came first? Leprechauns or LEP recon? Holly said that mud men got the idea of Leprechauns because of the misconception of the spelling of LEP recon. It would be more logical that LEP recon got their name from the creatures.

"Ivanova! Zograf! Levski! Volkov! Vulchanov! And Krum!" Ludo announced. Draco stood up and clapped.

"Hey Draco!" Pansy ran up behind Draco and hugged him. He spun around and smirked at Goyle, Crabbe, and Blaise, all of who came to see him.

"Fudge told us where your box was. Could we stay with you guys?" Pansy squeaked. Artemis had never really gotten to know her very well, but apparently, her parents and the Malfoys had already arranged their pureblood marriage. Draco did not look as thrilled to see her. Lucius turned to Goyle.

"What box are your parents in?" He asked. Goyle looked at Lucius, quite intimidated.

"32 B. Just down the way," Goyle replied. Lucius and Narcissa quickly walked out to go sit with them. The Slytherins settled in Draco's box.

"Draco, you barely sent me any owls! What's the deal?" Pansy clung unto Draco's arm. He almost seemed to sneer.

"I was busy," He hissed.

"CONOLLY, RYAN, TROY, MULLET, MORAN, QUIGLEY AND LYNCH!" Ludo spoke excitedly. Everyone in green screamed insanely. Artemis, Blaise and Pansy cheered and clapped.

"I LOVE YOU, TROY! WOOOO!" Pansy screamed and waved at him. The man known as Conolly didn't fly in formation with his team, and surely stayed away from the Bulgarians. He flew slowly over to Ludo and seemed to be telling him something. Artemis watched him curiously, but then he flew away into the center of the stadium. Artemis still kept an eye on him, as did others.

"What's Conolly doing?" Blaise asked. Conolly pulled out his own wand and put it to his throat.

"Hey everyone. How are you?" He said casually. Thousands of girls screamed, including Pansy, right in Artemis' ear. He winced and glared.

"Is everyone ready for the chant?" He asked. The stands erupted again. Conolly smiled.

"Okay. On three everyone. We wanna keep it simultaneous, 'cause that'd be cool," He smiled. More cheers. Artemis wondered what he was talking about.

"Okay everyone? Three, two, one," Conolly waved his finger down. At once, thousands of Ireland fans STOMPED, CLAP. STOMP STOMP. CLAP. This continued until it shook the stadium seats. This must be another way to get their fans going at a game. Maybe they do this for every game, Artemis thought.

The stomps started slowly at first. STOMP . . CLAP. STOMP. STOMP. CLAP. But they quickened every revolution and finally got faster and faster when people started screaming and cheering again. The rest of the Irish team members riled up the crowd more by whizzing by closely to the people watching. When the stomps had died down, and screaming consumed the area, Conolly spoke again.

"We're about to win this one!" He shouted and stuffed his wand back in his pocket and joined his team members. People screamed louder, if possible, and the Bulgarian fans "booed" louder. The Quidditch players flew to their positions, ready to begin.

"Krum is going to kick all of their asses," Draco poked at Pansy. She laughed.

"Have you ever seen Lynch play! He's fucking brilliant!" Pansy pushed Draco lightly. Artemis already had a strange dislike for her. She was obnoxious and childish. Of course, he didn't expect real well behaved teenagers in Slytherin, but it would've been nice if she at least acted respectably.

The whistle blew. Every Quidditch player flew somewhere they needed to be. It was hard to keep track of everyone for the soul reason that they were everywhere. The names of the players seemed to dissipate as they were flying up against the other team members. Everything happened so fast. And then--

"TROY SCORES!" Ludo shouted. It seemed as if Ireland exploded in one mass of green. Artemis smiled and clapped, looking over at Draco with a taunting smile. Pansy screamed with Blaise. Crabbe and Goyle seemed to be teaming a fuming Draco. His sour mood wasn't helped by the fact that Ireland scored twice more afterwards.

"I bet my money that Ireland would win, but Krum would get the Snitch," Artemis told Pansy, still trying to get at Draco. Blaise broke in.

"How much did you bet?" He asked. Artemis, not forgetting their last encounter, sighed impatiently with Blaise.

"40 galleons," He watched Krum search around frantically for the Snitch.

"SHIT!" Pansy hissed. Artemis turned his head to the field.

"What?" He asked.

"Krum feinted Lynch. Looks like he's hurt. I can't believe he didn't realize Krum was doing that! Bastard! He's going to be out for sure," Pansy slammed her fists down on the wooden rail. Draco smirked.

"Looks like Ireland's got a bit of a problem. Their seeker is down," Draco winked at Artemis. Artemis put his nose in the air.

"My bet still stands," Artemis exclaimed. Pansy groaned, still highly disappointed. Blaise patted her shoulder. Lynch finally got to his feet and walked of the field. Everyone clapped, not only the Ireland fans. The whistle blew again, and Ireland seemed to come back with more heat and power. Artemis smirked at this. He was positive that they'd win.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-

Lemony Snicket had seen Artemis Fowl as he walked by, but had something much more important to do that chat idly with a boy he had met the last year. Although, he hoped him and his friends wouldn't get into any trouble. Anyhow, Lemony had seen a man who definitely wasn't supposed to be roaming the streets free. He hurried his steps to find Cornelius Fudge, figuring he should probably be the first person to know.

Fudge came out of someone's box with the Bulgaria's Minister. Fudge waved ecstatically at Lemony. The Bulgarian Minister smiled a little.

"Well, hello Mr. Snicket. I hope you're enjoying the festivities," Fudge's smile was friendly. Lemony did not return the favor. He looked at the Bulgaria Minster.

"I need to speak with you alone, Mr. Fudge," Lemony spoke lowly. Fudge's look was curious now.

"Don't worry about him. He can't understand anything I'm saying. What is it?" he asked. Lemony grimaced and gave in.

"I think I just saw Bagman," Lemony spoke darkly. Fudge's smile returned.

"You made me think there was something wrong! Of course he's here! He's the master of ceremonies!" Fudge spoke stupidly. Lemony closed his eyes and sighed deeply.

"No. Not Ludo. His son, Bill. I was in the stands just now, looking out at the forest with those little binocular things they sell at the stands," Lemony couldn't think of the name.

"Omnioculars?" Cornelius asked. Lemony nodded.

"Yes, I saw him. I know it. I've seen the pictures from the Death Eater trials. I've been planning a book about the lot of them, and I swear I saw him," Lemony spoke hastily.

"Well, we'd better investigate this before telling anyone. You know, just to be sure," Fudge whispered now. Lemony nodded. "Do you think we should get Ms. Skeeter?"

"No," Lemony said a little too quickly. "Um . . . No. Just you and I, Cornelius."

-.-.-.-.-.-.-

"LYNCH SAW THE SNITCH! There they go!" Pansy shouted. Artemis was getting really close to hexing her into not speaking for several weeks. Lynch had gotten back into the game, was not flying as fast as he could for the tiny golden snitch. Artemis inadvertently was getting very wrapped up in the emotions of the game. Krum was going to crash with Lynch again, but this time, it wasn't in a feint.

"Oh my God," Pansy breathed.

"No," Artemis whispered to himself. Lynch flew into the ground, his body like a limp rag doll, rolling on the ground. He came to a stop after the crowd had exploded in surprise. Krum caught the Snitch in the midst of the excitement, but then realized what he'd done. The Bulgarian fans stood up and jumped up and down, until the Ireland fans started laughing and screaming. The scoreboard read BULGARIA 160, IRELAND 170. Artemis fell to his knees and lifted his hands in the air.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD WE WON!" Blaise hugged Pansy and spun her around. Pansy jumped on Draco.

"YOU SUCK! WE WON!" She screamed. Artemis quickly stood up and brushed himself off.

"KRUM GETS THE SNITCH- BUT IRELAND WINS!" Bagman shouted, seeming as surprised as everyone else. Artemis smirked, remembering his bet.

"Why would he do something like that?" Draco spat.

"Whatever the reason, I'm going to collect my money. I'll see you at school, Draco, Pansy, Blaise, Crabbe, Goyle," Artemis waved.

"Bye Arty!" Pansy comically waved. Everyone else just nodded at him and said nothing. Artemis grimaced as he walked out of the door to the Weasley's box before they left. Artemis couldn't have felt more eager.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-

George and Fred beamed as they counted their earnings. Artemis pocketed his galleons quickly. He found it good that Mr. Weasley didn't ask what Fred and George were going to use the money for. The man certainly knew what was best. Fred and George had already let Artemis know that they were using the money for experiments with their products that they hoped to sell to a magical joke shop.

"I hope Lynch is okay," Ginny yawned, laying her head on the table, looking at Hermione. Ron jolted up again.

"Oh Artemis, did you see his first hit? It was bloody buff! I couldn't imagine taking a hit like that!" Ron exclaimed, his burning excitement not been doused by the fact that it was three in the morning. Mr. Weasley and Mrs. Weasley looked completely tired, but were smiling softly that everyone was enjoying themselves.

"Yes, I saw that," Artemis replied, trying not to be snide. It wasn't as if Artemis wasn't paying attention to the game. Artemis sipped some tea that Hermione had made for the group. Harry smiled.

"I was shocked that Krum caught the Snitch. I'd have been so embarrassed if that was me," Harry grimaced. Fred and George simultaneously looked at each other.

"IRELAND WINS!" They yelled, and everyone laughed. They had been doing that all night, it was expected now. Mrs. Weasley stood up quite tired.

"Alright everyone. Time for bed," She said dreamily. No one objected to this, with the exception of Ron's grunt. Artemis tried not to shuffle his feet, but it was unavoidable. He had contemplated sneaking out to party with a random Irish supporter group, but he wanted to sleep. Maybe it was the excitement in his system, but he also felt sick, and strangely nervous.

Artemis crawled into the puffy blankets, not that they were needed for a warm night like this. He sighed and stared into the top of the tent for a moment. Bill tossed a bit more than Artemis would've desired.

Fireworks continued to crack in the sky, screaming and singing, crackling fire nearby. The moment seemed serene to Artemis. He'd never been involved in anything like this. He'd never been interested in sports, much less major events like the soccer world cup, before Quidditch. Now, it was like a party, but better than a party. Farther in the distance was a bagpipe-player. Artemis smiled a little and closed his eyes.

A few minutes went by, when everyone was already sleeping. A fire outside of the tent was flickering, snapping and cracking. Artemis was almost asleep when a louder crack from the fire startled him. His eyes fluttered open, and he looked up.

A dark silhouette of a caped person cast a shadow on the tent fabric. Artemis' nerves bunched up, and he shivered. And somehow, he could've sworn he heard a hissing. Artemis' hair prickled, but he reasoned with himself. They must've gotten lost. Or . . . Artemis couldn't find a good reason.

"Artemis," A deep whisper filled his mind, the voice unrecognizable. Artemis, panicking, sat up and starred into the shadow. His eyes were wide now with fright.

"Get up," The whisper commanded. Artemis' mind tingled with obedience. A single moment before he was under it's control, he understood. Mesmer, he barely had time to consider it. Artemis swayed, but threw off his blanket and stood.

"Grab Harry's wand," the voice spoke now, instead of whispered. Artemis, sullenly, took quiet steps, standing up straighter than normal, if possible. His bare feet walked on the Persian carpet that was laid down in the center of the tent. Artemis took in tiny breaths, his eyes glazed over. He spread the curtain apart to walk into Ron and Harry's room. Harry's cloak was cast onto the floor. Artemis searched his wand pocket, but there was nothing. As if he was another person, he smirked and quietly climbed the ladder on the bunk bed, and reached carelessly under Harry's pillow. Artemis grabbed it and yanked it out. Harry snorted in his sleep. Artemis glared at him and climbed down silently. Ron woke briefly from his sleep and saw Artemis walking out of their room, but he immediately feel asleep, thinking it was part of his dream.

Artemis walked out of the tent and to the shrouded man. He pulled his hood down, but even if Artemis was of the right mind, he wouldn't have recognized the man.

"Come with me," The man's voice was layered. Artemis never made eye contact, but he didn't need to. Artemis followed him away from the tents and into the forest. Artemis would've complained about the dirt and the rocks beneath his feet, but he couldn't. The night was slowly getting cold and clear. The stars weren't clouded by clouds. There was a clearing in the trees, where the man stopped. He whipped around to Artemis.

"We're ready, Lord," the man spoke to the air. The wind picked up, as if on cue, and ran though the trees, shaking the leaves silly. Artemis' hair fluttered into his hair, hitting his back. He still swayed, as if the person responsible for taking control of his body didn't feel the need to keep him steady. He starred into space, not thinking as he lifted Harry's wand into the sky. Without words, a green light flew into the sky and started forming in the sky. Artemis was too far into the mesmer to look at what he was doing. A skeleton appeared in a green mist. A moving, slithering snake appeared in the sky. Bill's eyes glistened with green, and a smile of anticipation spread on his face.

A scream from the tents pierced through the quiet. Bill's head whipped to where it came from. It was a woman, but she hadn't seen them. Lucky, he thought.

"Go back to your tent!" The voice commanded. Artemis ran through the brush and the tree branches. Bill lifted his hood to hide his face and he ran off as well, hearing different commands in his head. Artemis' breath wasn't steady anymore. He ran through the Weasley's tent and quietly dived into his bed. The dew on his body quickly soaked into the sheets. Artemis was immediately released from his mind control when Voldemort had ordered him to sleep. Mr. Weasley, started to by Artemis running in, walked outside at the sound of screams. It was mostly women and girls screaming. The pattering of foot steps on the ground outside were abundant. Mr. Weasley hadn't seen or heard Artemis come in, but the movement of the air had shocked him.

He peered down the line of tents. The faint smell of smoke lingered in the air. More screams. Mr. Weasley tried to hear what people were screaming from a hundred yards away. One thing stuck immediately.

"It's the Dark Mark!" A woman screamed. Mr. Weasley's heart dropped into his stomach. He ran out of the tent and looked into the sky. A green skeleton peered down at the camp sights. He shivered and ran into the tent to wake everyone.

-.-.-.-.-.-

Lucius could hear his Lord's weak, cracking voice in his mind.

"Good, Lucius. The Mark is the sign. Set the place on fire," Voldemort, if he had the strength, would've laughed maliciously, knowing that it scared Lucius.

Lucius put on a dark cloak and drew the hood over his head. He stepped out of the tent, hoping that Narcissa and Draco were still asleep.

This was not so. Draco peeked through his tent using a revealing charm, watching his father go back to his old ways. If he was caught, which was very likely, his family would, undoubtedly, be put to more shame. Draco furrowed his eyebrows and ran outside when his father had left. Draco watched his father meet up with who looked like Avery, but without a face, he wasn't sure. Draco ran the opposite direction to look for Artemis. If push came to shove, he wouldn't want to be to blame for the construction of the Dark Mark. He had to find an alibi.

-.-.-.-.-.-

Artemis woke up confused. He was cold and wet, and he had mud on his feet. Not only that, but Mr. Weasley was in panic as he woke up his children, and Hermione and Harry. Everyone was still in their pajamas. Once everyone was out of the tent, they immediately saw the Dark Mark in the sky.

"Oh my God!" Ginny screamed. Artemis shivered. He'd seen that somewhere before, but he couldn't place where. In the distance, tents were on fire. Coming towards them was a group of hanging figures with black cloaks. They attacked people in their way of destroying the tents. Some wizards rose up against them but they all were shot down immediately. Mr. And Mrs. Weasley took off with Bill and Charlie to help the officials with the Ministry. Fred grabbed Ginny and pulled her into the woods, whilst everyone else followed. The darkness returned as the Dark Mark lessened it's glow in the heavy shrouded area, where the thickness of the leaves shielded most light, even during the day.

Ron tripped, but quickly got up. Hermione lit her wand, and only a few yards away, Draco leaned up against the tree, hiding his pounding heart.

"Hadn't you better be hurrying along now? You wouldn't want her spotted, would you?" Draco nodded his head at Hermione. Artemis resisted glaring at Draco. A blast of green lit the sky and then darkened the area.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Hermione retorted. Draco smirked.

"They're after muggles and Mudbloods," Draco spat. Ron's temper flared.

"You watch your mouth!" he yelled. Draco arrogantly stood up straight. The sight of his father running back to Voldemort still replayed in his mind, even though his mind should've been in a conversation.

"Where're your parents? Out there wearing masks, I suppose?" Harry yelled. Artemis shivered again. A voice was in his mind, whispering something barely inaudible.

"Drop Harry's wand," The voice commanded. Artemis dropped the wand behind him and snapped back to reality. The only one who noticed was Draco, who said nothing. Hermione's wand let go of it's own light. The area was dark for a moment.

"Lumos!" She whispered. Draco looked over to the ground behind Artemis, and the wand was gone. Draco smirked again.

"Well. . .," Draco knew this had to be more than a coincidence," If they were, it wouldn't be very logical to tell you."

"Oh come on. Let's go find the others," Hermione ripped away from the group, and everyone followed behind her. Fred and George smiled evilly at each other and then simultaneously flicked Draco off. Artemis was the last to leave the area where they'd come into contact with Draco. Draco nodded his head.

"I'll see you later," Draco spoke diabolically. Artemis, still confused about everything said nothing and tried to catch up to his friends.

-.-.-.-.-

Artemis struggled to keep up with the group as they headed back to the Weasley's tent. Everyone's adrenaline was so high, they wouldn't have realized if Artemis had fallen or gotten lost, anything. He suddenly felt very vulnerable to himself. Weird things were happening. Maybe it was a time lapse, or some mesmer on the People's part. But wouldn't he not remember them again? Artemis kept up with their quick pace by jogging.

The wind changed. Artemis shivered and looked behind to see several wizards running towards them. They weren't wearing the capes like the Death Eaters. They shot at the group of young wizards and Hermione retaliated.

"STUPEFY!" She screamed and nearly hit one of them. Harry noticed Mr. Weasley in the group, and he jumped in front of the storming wizards.

"WAIT! That's my son!" He exclaimed. Everyone breathed a sigh in relief. The wizards' pace would've slowed, but Mr. Crouch didn't slow down. His stern face was an immediate sign that he suspected one of them. Artemis prayed that his memory lapse had nothing to do with this.

"Out of the way, Mr. Weasley," Crouch was outraged. "Which one of you did it? Who conjured the Dark Mark!" He was red and near screaming. Ron resisted flinching as the man towered over him. Harry's face melted.

"We didn't do THAT!" Harry pointed into the sky. Everyone was equally shocked that Crouch believed they could do such a thing.

"We didn't! What did you attack us for?" Ron asked blatantly. Crouch seemed to ignore all of their questions and ask some of his own. Questions led to misguiding answers, which led to a spot in the forest when Winky was found with Harry's wand. Something about the moment was surreal and somewhat familiar to Artemis. He'd taught himself to trust instincts, because instincts were just lessons previously learned but forgotten in the recesses that is the complex human mind.

Ludo Bagman and Lemony Snicket apparated onto the scene, with rushed looks. Artemis looked over at Mr. Snicket and smiled at him in a friendly way. Lemony tipped his hat to Artemis, but obviously didn't have time to talk to the students he had interviewed the year before. Ludo and Lemony rushed over to Winky and began grilling her with questions.

"Where did you get that wand?"

"Who does it belong to?"

"Do you remember anything?"

"Where were you when you first saw the Dark Mark?"

"Who is your master?"

"Why were you wandering off on your own?"

"STOP IT!" Hermione ran in front of a cowering Winky, whom was completely petrified at what they said she had done. Lemony stood up straight and sighed.

"Miss, please, we need to ask her these questions while the answers are still fresh in her mind," Lemony reasoned, although, having no experience with house elves.

"She can't! Only her master can allow her to answer these questions!" Hermione appeared quite outraged. Ron grabbed Hermione's arm.

"Calm down, Hermione. They need this for the investigation," Ron pulled her away, but she yanked her arm from him.

"THIS IS UNFAIR! You know she can't answer them!"

Artemis' ears were ringing. Something was wrong. The deep recesses of his mind were fighting against him, although, he didn't understand why. He could see himself. He was standing there, the way he was standing now. Except, he looked tired or lost. Artemis could see himself in his mind.

The boy raised a wand to the sky and the green mist that still lingered in the sky rose up to the clouds. Artemis' heart dropped. The air was cool and clean, trees surrounded the area. Artemis couldn't remember this, but he could feel the memory from someone else. Something was wrong. He felt older, more sinister. Not confused. Artemis broke from the vision in his mind and looked at Ludo.

That's my father.

Artemis closed his eyes again to focus on the memory. It felt like someone was giving him the memory, albeit involuntarily. Artemis curiosity drove the vision into his mind. Artemis opened his eyes, trying not to think like the person whose eyes were almost his own. Once the strange thoughts had left his head, he opened his eyes again. The sight was one that he barely wanted to believe.

His breath froze in the air with each passing. He shifted his weight, and the snow below him crunched. The sky was gray dull, and he was so cold. Finally, the burn of the snow below him hurt enough to force him to hop around, since he wore no shoes.

"Hello?" He whispered shivering. His nose froze immediately, and his mind was dizzy with strange thoughts. His hair stood on end. Indeed, this was no memory. Artemis spun around, trying to understand where he was. Russia, was his first thought. Then the Arctic. Antarctica? Canada? Greenland? He was near a lake, or an ocean. At first, he didn't recognize the place. But then, as if from a faint dream, he knew this place. The Bay of Kola. There were warehouses about, and two men who went out for a late night smoke, were asking themselves who it was, pointed at Artemis. His mouth went dry with the frozen air. He blinked, and immediately, the cold disappeared. He was somewhere hot. Artemis was almost afraid to open his eyes, but as soon as his goosebumps went away, he had to.

He was sitting on a bench on an empty, dark street of Paris. The sweet smell of perfume and cobblestone was much less harsh on the senses. There was an occasional couple walking by, wondering why a boy was sitting on a bench so late at night. Artemis looked around in the darkness. Artemis was horridly confused about the situation and what to do about it. If only I'd taught myself to apparate this summer. Unfortunately, I was too busy exploiting the People and threatening their secrets for gold. I can't believe myself. Oh, what will the People do when they find out I can remember them?

Artemis random burst of currently irrelevant thoughts were broken into by another change in the setting. Again, he had blinked again and he hadn't thought to keep his eyes closed. It was Ho Chi Mihn City, Artemis had seen it once before. In fact, he was on the very alley where he'd met the sprite. The smell of incense lingered on the fabrics and tents on the alley. Tiny fires were still going even considering the time of night. Whispers in the tents were eerily familiar to Artemis' tweaked head. Artemis breathed in deeply and felt tense. He closed his eyes, wishing he wasn't here again, but nothing changed this time. Artemis looked directly forward, down the narrow alley of palm readers, imitation shamans, hemp venders, and risky apothecaries. There was a figure standing there, parallel to Artemis.

It was a man with a black cloak on, and his face was hidden in the shadows. Instincts told Artemis to run, but his curiosity was much stronger. Artemis made sure his wand was still in his striped pajama pants. Luckily, he wasn't too disoriented by questions to take it with him at the scene of panic. Just as he thought to double check, a voice spoke in his head.

"You cannot attack someone who is not there," the voice spoke. Artemis looked up at the character down the way. Artemis knew not to question people when he felt afraid, or assumed they were trying to make him afraid.

"It's only for defense," Artemis walked towards the being, on the way, calculating everything that could go wrong, and everything that could aid his escape. His stride was quite boisterous with no signs of humility. The shrouded man smirked but remained where he stood. Once Artemis was only ten feet away, some of the apothecaries had poked their heads out of the tent, upon hearing him speak. They wondered what this boy was doing by himself in the middle of the street. Perhaps one of the exorcists on the caravan that never moved had forgotten to sedate his sleep.

The figure tilted his head at the rather courageous boy.

"I can feel you fear, Artemis. Only pitiful human beings are so easily lied to. By the looks of it, you've hide enough practice with them," the deep voice spoke. Artemis recognized the voice, but he couldn't remember where.

"You underestimate me . . . Voldemort," Artemis smirked, knowing that this was an image of what Voldemort hoped he'd be reborn as, tall, handsome, in control again. The figure would have no face, even if Artemis unmasked him. Voldemort, physically no where near Artemis, was impressed.

"You're full of power, Artemis. Your reputation is nothing compared to who you really are," Voldemort knew Artemis was all business now. And he was also unsure if his disguise was allowing him to use his powers to his full potential. And maybe it was just the state he was in. But his Occulency was not working well on Artemis. Lucius, Bill, Peter, everyone he'd used since that fateful day had a weak mind. And here was his newest hopeful for his team. Maybe Artemis was just that powerful. Or maybe he was just that weak.

"I'm sure you have some other business with me besides flattery," Artemis crossed his arms. Voldemort's decoy swayed.

"Keep me in mind, Fowl."

Artemis woke up on the wet ground, looking up at darkened trees and the faces of his friends, wearing concerned looks. Hermione brought her hand against Artemis' cheek. She immediately realized he was awake.

"Artemis! Are you alright!" She helped Artemis sit up. He breathed a few times, hoping it was over.

"Yeah. I'm fine," He looked around. Ludo Bagman was no longer yelling at anyone, but instead, looked mortally worried for Artemis. Artemis shook the scrambling thoughts from his head.

"Did I pass out?" He asked, shocked by all of this. Ludo nodded. After the debate about how Winky could've miraculously found Harry's wand that had been used to conjure the Dark Mark, the group left the forest, tired more than before. The Weasleys, Harry, Hermione, and Artemis were the first to walk back. Crouch and Bagman started walking. But Lemony was eyeing each of them, wondering if it had been someone closer to home. Fudge patted Mr. Snicket on the back. He smiled, mildly entertained.

"Welcome back to the real wizarding world," He joked. Lemony swallowed a smirk of excitement and followed him back.