The Family Name
By Elbereth in April
Artemis Fowl was a natural at Occlumency. It was mostly a matter of clearing his emotions and controlling his mind, and Artemis could make his mind do what he wanted it to do, except for the occasional stray thought of Hermione Granger.
When he was first learning, Snape had managed to pick up images of Angeline's mental illness while his father was missing, and of his father plummeting from a tower towards icy water. And of his mother saying "I'm pregnant!" with a cheerful smile that brought Artemis a sense of impending doom. But it didn't take him long to learn the trick of pushing someone out of his mind. Snape was quite pleased and was going to start him on Legilimency.
Draco was having a harder time of it. Artemis was having him practice the same mind-clearing and meditation techniques that he had recommended to Potter, which was helping.
"You're actually doing quite well," Severus assured Draco. "You can't really judge yourself against Mr. Fowl. He has an extraordinary intellect that normal people do not."
"Yeah, yeah. I'm not a genius, I know. Let's go again."
"Very well. On the count of three. 1—2—3—Legilimens!"
The other problem was that Draco had a lot more traumatic memories that could pop to the surface of his brain. The Cruciatus Curse had been the most painful curse his father cast on him, but there had been plenty of others. Lucius preferred to use spells to fists, although he did have a liking to the whip. It didn't take long for Snape to be sorry that Lucius was in Azkaban, simply because he wanted to take his own vengeance.
By the end of July, Draco was starting to get the hang of it, though. They took a break to drink some pumpkin juice. "What do you think of the latest news, Professor?" he asked.
Snape sneered. The Daily Prophet had been running articles about the horrors that had occurred the last time Voldemort had risen, and on how people were panicking, even leaving the country. "They write those stories and then wonder why people are panicking. It was an atrocious time, that's true, but that's not what the public needs to hear now."
Draco nodded. "They should be telling us how to prepare."
"The rest of what they write is just propaganda for the Ministry and Fudge," Artemis said. "But obviously not many are buying it."
"At least Potter managed to have four Death Eaters arrested. Add in my old dad and Voldemort's only got a handful left."
"He'll have to do something about that," Artemis mused.
"Recruit, most likely." Snape didn't look pleased. "I'm going to have to keep an eye on the older students."
On August first, Artemis got an owl from Potter. "I've arrived at Sirius' house," he wrote. "I've been practicing like you told me. Are you ready to teach me?"
Consequently, Artemis spoke to Snape, who Floo'ed to Fowl Manor, where he met Angeline, who found him distant but unfailingly polite (and darkly mysterious and handsome, which Artemis attributed to pregnancy hormones), and Artemis Senior, who was uncomfortably reminded of one of his childhood nannies. Snape handed Artemis and Butler a piece of paper, which read, "The headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix may be found at no. 12, Grimmauld Place, London."
"Read and memorize," the Potions Master ordered. Once they had, he set the paper on fire. "Now, the Floo is open to receive visitors. You will only be able to Floo there when someone is at home who can turn the wards off." They nodded. "Very well. Think about what you read…" They each took a pinch of Floo Powder.
"I'll go first," Butler said. He had to check the area was secure of enemies. "Grimmauld Place." He tossed in the powder and stepped into the fireplace. The other two followed.
Artemis found himself in a gloomy, dusty room with threadbare carpet and faded wallpaper. Light came from gas lamps and from candles in a chandelier shaped like a snake. It smelled like mold. The general ambiance was one of oppressive foreboding.
Ron, Hermione, and Harry were waiting by the fireplace. Hermione was chatting with Butler, and Snape and the boys were scowling at each other. "Very well, I'll be on my way," Snape said, clearly glad to leave. "Some of us have important things to do."
"You know this is important!" Harry responded indignantly, but he was speaking to the professor's back as the man swept from the room. "Slimy, greasy git," Harry grumbled. "You told him your theories, he came to me and said he agreed they were valid and this was necessary. He told Dumbledore—and refused to teach me himself—'Better Fowl than me,' he told him, all snarky-like. It's why they arranged for you to come here even though this place is supposed to be secret because it's the headquarters for the Order of the Phoenix."
"So the paper said. What might the Order of the Phoenix be?"
"It's a secret society founded by Dumbledore," Hermione explained. "It's made up of the people who fought You-Know-Who the last time."
Artemis raised an eyebrow. "Indeed. Who would these people be?"
"Are you sure we should be telling a Slytherin all this?"
Artemis stared at the redheaded boy. Hermione sighed. "We discussed this, Ron. Artemis is trustworthy."
"As long as he doesn't report all this to Malfoy," Ron grumbled.
"I can keep a secret," Artemis drawled. He carefully did not promise to actually do so.
"We've met about twenty members, but we think there are more," Hermione volunteered, ignoring Ron's objections. "They won't tell us what they're doing or let us into their meetings—they say we're too young. But they're working on recruiting, spying on known Death Eaters, and guarding Harry—until he came here."
"I'm assuming Snape and McGonagall are both included, and those Aurors—Tonks and Shacklebolt. Black and Lupin. The real Moody. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. The oldest of your brothers?"
"Bill and Charlie, yes," Ginny Weasley said, walking into the room. "Hello, Artemis. Nice to see you again."
Artemis gave her a nod. When no one added any more names, he moved on, nose slightly wrinkled, "You'd think they would have cleaned their headquarters up a bit. Hasn't Black been living here?"
"He has, but there's just so much to do. Believe it or not, it looks tons better than at the start of the summer. We've been working on it since we got here. It was left empty for ages and it's full of—well, the Blacks used to be a Dark family, you know…"
There was a crash in the hallway. They hurried to investigate, and discovered Tonks had tripped over the umbrella stand, knocking into a painting. It had been covered by a velvet curtain, but now it could be seen: a life-size portrait of an unpleasant old woman in black.
The woman immediately began to shriek, eyes rolling at them. Other portraits along the hall woke up and shouted, too. "Filth!" the woman screamed. "Scum! Byproducts of dirt and vileness! Half-breeds, mutants, freaks, begone from this place! How dare you befoul the house of my fathers…"
Sirius came running in from the kitchen and re-covered the painting. She continued to shriek. "Shut up, you old hag!" he yelled back at her. Butler stood from his protective crouch and re-holstered his gun. Ron watched him with awe.
"Blood traitor, abomination, shame of my flesh!"
"I said shut up!"
Tonks began stunning the other portraits, apologizing to Black and the others profusely.
Sirius looked at Artemis and Butler with a weary, resigned half-smile. "Hello. I see you've met my dear old mum. We've been trying to remove her, but we think she put a Permanent Sticking Charm on the canvas."
"Why don't we all move into the kitchen? Quickly, before they wake up again."
Artemis regarded Black solemnly. "You want her quiet?"
"I would be eternally grateful," Sirius sighed.
Artemis stepped up to the portrait and once again pulled back the curtain. "Madam," he interrupted in a loud, firm voice as she drew breath to speak, "How do you feel about Narcissa Black?"
Mrs. Black paused, blinking. "Narcissa was a lovely girl. Married that pureblood, Lucius Malfoy."
"Yes. Their son Draco is my good friend. We are in Slytherin House together."
"Are you a pureblood?"
"I have wizards in both lines of my family."
"Then what are you doing with these blood-traitors, this Mudblood-loving filth?" she demanded, eyes narrowing.
"Ah well, I'm afraid our opinions of Muggles differ, madam."
"Then you are no better than them!" she shrieked.
"Indeed. But you see, as a Slytherin, you'll understand that I think differently than they do. I fight dirty."
Her mouth snapped shut. "What do you mean?"
"Black has a history of slashing pictures of women. I imagine he still has the knife."
"He would never! I'm his mother!"
Artemis looked over his shoulder at Black, who was wide-eyed. "Hmm. Perhaps." He turned back to the woman. "But I have no sentimental attachment to you. And while I don't have a knife, I am well-versed enough in Incendio to set you on fire without burning down the house."
"You—you wouldn't dare!" she screamed.
He leaned in closer. "Try me."
Her hands curled into claws, but she didn't raise them. "You nasty little boy," she hissed.
He smirked. She kept her mouth closed. He let the curtain fall over her. Silence. When he turned around, all seven of them were staring in wonder. He shrugged. "I'm surprised Professor Snape never did that."
Sirius shook his head, but he was grinning. "Good work. Now let's go start Harry's education."
"I don't know that he really wants an audience." Artemis looked over at Potter inquisitively.
"Um, not when I'm first learning anyway," Harry admitted.
"Oh, right, right. Well, we'll all go to the kitchen and you two can head back to the parlor."
Artemis directed Harry to stand across from him about six feet apart. "You remember our promise not to reveal anything we might learn about each other to anyone, yes? Good. We'll start slow. Take out your wand. Clear your mind." Artemis waited a few minutes. "Now imagine that blankness is surrounded by the walls of a castle. That castle is about to be stormed by an invader. You must repel my mind from yours." Artemis figured the war-like imagery would be something a Gryffindor could appreciate. "Are you ready?" Potter nodded. "Legilimens."
It was like fishing in an icy barrel. Once you broke through the ice, the fish snagged themselves on your hook. Then the fish had to wiggle themselves free from the barb—not an easy task—especially when the hook was sentient and strong.
Vivid images chased themselves through Harry's mind. He was five, watching Dudley riding a new bicycle, seething with jealousy… he was nine, being chased by a dog while the Dursleys laughed… the Sorting hat was saying he'd be good in Slytherin… dementors were closing in on him… Cho Chang was telling him she was going with someone else to the Ball… a dragon was rearing in front of him…
Harry gasped as the spell was lifted. He swallowed. "Did you see everything I did?"
"Flashes of it. If the Hat wanted you in Slytherin, how did you end up in Gryffindor?"
"Oh—well, I begged it to put me anywhere but Slytherin. I—I had heard all the evil wizards came from Slytherin, and I'd met Malfoy, who seemed to prove it…"
Artemis frowned. "It's disturbing that the Hat would allow itself to be overruled."
Harry tilted his head to the side, expression full of bemusement.
"Let's try it again. Stay focused. On the count of 3…1—2—3—Legilimens!"
Potter's parents were waving inside a mirror. Diggory was lying on the ground, eyes open and staring…
"Nooo!" Harry screamed, falling on one knee.
Artemis regarded him calmly. "I heard last year that you could fight off the Imperius Curse. Think of how it felt to do that… and when you cast your Patronus, your happy memory had to be stronger than their despair. You do have a strong mental will, Potter. You must shore up your defensive walls. Sit down. Let's practice imagery for a moment. You must build your wall stone by stone."
So it went. Artemis would meet with Draco to help while he practiced with Snape, and go to Grimmauld Place to teach Potter. He met a few other adults while he was there—a stately witch called Emmeline Vance, an excitable chap named Dedalus Diggle, and an older gentleman known as Elphias Doge. He noted them carefully.
He also picked up gossip while he was there. Percy Weasley was fighting with the rest of the family and now worked as Junior Assistant to the Minister. Bill Weasley was dating Fleur Delacour. Fudge was afraid Dumbledore was after his job. The twins had something called Extendable Ears that they used to eavesdrop on Order meetings. Sirius Black had a nasty house elf named Kreacher who no one liked and who liked no one. He was still completely devoted to Mrs. Black's memory.
They continued to meet weekly. Harry progressed at a slow but steady pace—not as fast as Draco. Harry just had so many emotions churning around it was hard for him to clear his mind.
Eventually their Hogwarts letters came. Draco called Artemis, filled with excitement at being made Prefect. "Pansy, too. And you're glad it's not you, aren't you?"
"Yes," Artemis agreed. He had no need for assigned positions of seeming authority that would simply keep him from more important things. Whereas Draco liked being seen as superior to others.
The last week of August, Draco visited Artemis at Fowl Manor. "The paperwork finally all went through," he told Artemis. "I am now the official legal Head of the Malfoy family."
"Good for you. And your brother?"
"Mother decided to keep Eucleus a Black."
"I declared him unworthy to bear the name." The smile was smug, but the eyes held pain.
"Ah." Artemis looked at his friend with sympathy. "You did what you had to do."
Draco shrugged, glancing away.
"I'm glad I don't have to learn a new name to insult you by."
Draco blinked at Artemis's completely serious expression. "What?"
"I'm so used to saying Fowl's are better than Malfoy's, anything else would just sound wrong." He let the smirk come through.
Draco broke into a grin, obviously relieved to drop the subject of his father. "Prat! Malfoy's are most definitely better than Fowl's."
"You sorely deceive yourself."
"Oh, really? I challenge you to a game of Halo."
The next thing they knew, the summer was over, and Artemis was saying goodbye to his parents with a carefully hidden sense of relief. Due to his mother's pregnancy, they were both being extremely sentimental and nostalgic, talking about potty training memories and what color to paint the new nursery.
Artemis boarded the Hogwarts Express, looking around for his friends. He found the boys in one car and the girls in another, but before the ride was through, they'd all gone back and forth, and the groups in both cars had switched repeatedly. Draco had to leave early on to go to a meeting in the Prefects' carriage. He came back about an hour later.
"Guess what? They made Weasley a Prefect! Can you believe it? Of all the temperamental idiots—I mean, I know the pickings in Gryffindor are slim, but—Weasley?"
"Huh. I'd have thought he'd pick Potter," Crabbe said.
Eva nodded. "I suppose Granger is the girl, though?"
"Well, of course."
Curiously Goyle asked, "Who else?"
"Ernie Macmillan and Hannah Abbott for Hufflepuff, and Anthony Goldstein and Padma Patil for Ravenclaw." Draco adjusted his robes and smirked. "We patrol the halls and can give out punishments for bad behavior. I can't wait!"
"You're imagining Potter, aren't you?" Artemis stated more than asked.
Draco gave him an impish grin. "Wanna go bug him with me now?"
"'Bug', no, but I will accompany you on your traditional rounds of the train. Someone has to see that your power isn't abused. Well, maybe on Hufflepuffs."
"Rii—ght, let's go."
When they found Potter, he was of course sitting with his other 2/3's, plus Longbottom, Ginny Weasley, and a Ravenclaw. "What?" Potter snapped at him as soon as they entered the car.
"Manners, Potter, or I'll have to give you detention," Draco drawled in a honey-sweet voice. "You see I, unlike you, have been made a Prefect."
"Yeah, but you, unlike me, are a git, so get out."
The Gryffindors laughed. Artemis sighed. Draco sneered. "How does it feel to be second best to Weasley, Potter?"
"You're being rude again, Draco," Hermione interrupted. "You didn't even ask me about my summer."
Draco blinked. "But you emailed me yesterday. I already know."
"How about my summer?" Ginny cut in.
"Don't talk to him!" Ron protested.
She ignored her brother. "You didn't introduce yourself to Luna, either. She's in my year. Luna Lovegood, this is Draco Malfoy and…"
"Artemis Fowl," Luna finished. "He's a genius."
"You have fans everywhere you go," Draco snickered.
"Pleased to meet you," Artemis directed to Luna.
"Wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure," she replied in a sing-song voice. Artemis noticed she was reading a magazine upside down.
"Yeah." Draco rolled his eyes. "How was your summer, Weasley-girl?"
"Acceptable. We've been trying to plot against the Death Eaters."
"How's that going?"
Luna was watching with wide eyes over the top of her magazine, The Quibbler.
"Your dad's in charge of that, isn't he?" Draco asked her.
"Yes. It's not rubbish," she said loudly and firmly, eyes moving to Hermione, who blushed.
Draco faked shock. "Hermione, how could you insult The Quibbler?"
Artemis raised his eyebrows. "What is The Quibbler?"
Luna handed it over expectantly. Artemis looked it over. It was illustrated by bad cartoons and had articles like "How far will Fudge go to gain Gringotts," which turned out to say that Fudge hated goblins and wanted their gold. Artemis thought fondly about gold for a few moments. He had researched Gringotts and was quite aware of its incredible wards and security measures. He would enjoy trying to break in someday. He shook his head, moving on to the next article. It was about a wizard who claimed to have flown on a broom to the moon. There was also an article on how runes were best read upside down, and one that claimed that in his spare time, Sirius Black secretly went by the name Stubby Boardman and sang in a band called The Hobgoblins. Artemis handed the magazine back carefully.
Draco was trying hard not to reveal his intense amusement. Having read The Quibbler in the past, he'd known Artemis would be horrified. "Well?"
Artemis cleared his throat. "I found the stories to be… incredible."
Luna beamed. A muscle in Artemis's face twitched, as if he was holding back further words only by extreme strength of will.
"We should probably go now," Draco said, a grin breaking through, but managing to contain his laughter. They proceeded to leave. Draco slipped Ginny a note from Greg as he passed her.
A/N: And so it begins…