Here we are the next chapter. Sorry for the cliffhanger then no continue i have finally got motivated.

Disclaimer: I dont own Artemis Fowl, Harry Potter or Star Wars. How on earth (or under it at that matter) would anyone be able to write a fan fic as good as Eoin Colfer, J.K. Rowling or George Lucas. I'm sorry but it just isnt done.

Chapter Eight: The Old Warrior.

Artemis awoke. The smell of freshness filled his nostrils. He lay there for a while feeling complete bliss. He opened his eyes, sat up slowly and looked around him. There was a mist that was slowly forming into something. He stared at the mist trying to decipher what it was making. Soon he realised that it was a room. He got up wishing for a chair. A computer chair appeared and so did a desk. He sat down at the desk looking around him. Then he realised that he was naked. It wasn't that bad considering that he was alone but he felt self conscious. He wished he had a suit. A suit appeared on the desk. An Armani one too, this place was good. He quickly pulled it on, sitting on the chair again. He wondered whether it was Heaven or another ending that is beyond anyone's imagination. He had often pondered what happened after you died and unfortunately all the times that he came close all he felt was pain and he was usually unconscious. If he ever made it alive… no that was impossible he was dead. So he looked over the area wondering where exactly he was and why it was all suited to him. Then he figured that it must be different for everybody who dies and what they wish for. Artemis sighed and looked at the notebook that had appeared in front of him he picked up the pen beside it and started making notes on what was happening and the way he was feeling. He wasn't sore and he certainly had unblemished skin. He wrote these down and more the feeling of ease settling over him as he did something that he loved.

"Fowl?" said a surprised grouchy voice from behind him. Artemis turned on his swirly chair. Standing there was a short, fat elf wearing what appeared to be a LEP dressing gown and slippers.

"Commander Root?" asked Artemis. As the surprised elf nodded Artemis wished another chair, it appeared beside his. Root edged himself over and sat down uncertainly.

"What- How- When?" started he started. Artemis stopped him with a wave of his hand. He had that impression on most people.

"I have an explanation Commander Root, but I think it can wait. Where are we?" he asked. Root continued to look confused.

"We are, let's say in what you Humans call heaven, the place that you go when you die. Which comes back to the question of What? How? And When?" asked Root. Artemis was surprised. Root was nearly a different person altogether. When Artemis had known him he had been grumpy and argumentative. Artemis and Root's previous relationship had only been grudging respect for one another.

"Well, Commander you see it's a long story," started Artemis, Root made himself comfortable

"Go on." And Artemis told the whole story, editing out the bits where he had kissed Holly thinking that Root better not know about that. When he finished Root whistled.

"Wow. Some adventure, glad it's over?" asked Root. Artemis avoided his gaze.

"No, I'm not. What Holly is going to do, I don't know," said Artemis. Root looked at him quickly.

"Holly is one special elf," he said "she was my best Captain besides Kelp but I didn't tell her that, no need to make her head big." Artemis looked at him indignantly

"She would not be big headed! She is the least likely person that I have ever met to get big headed," he exclaimed. Root glanced at him

"You're not…" he started; Artemis knew that this was it.

"No, but I was." He said sadly. Root stared at him.

"You were?" he asked "but she hated you, wait a second- we mind wiped you!" he suddenly remembered. Artemis shook his head.

"After you left she came to save me from a bio bomb which Butler and I managed to avoid by jumping out a three storey window on a mattress. I couldn't remember her or you. She and I ended up running away from millions of hungry trolls together. We managed to beat Opal that time but we went on a few more. We time travelled twice. You know there are some things that just bring people together. But at that point we were just friends nothing more. It was when we went back in time the second time to save my mother that Holly erm… healed me and then…um…" Artemis went bright red. Root looked shocked.

"She didn't…?" he started. Artemis nodded numbly. Root gaped. Artemis continued the story.

"Then I told her that I had lied to her and she went as cold as ice and wouldn't talk to me, she snapped instead. You can guess how I felt. Then I made it up to her by connecting to you so that she could talk to you for one last time." Root nodded.

"I remember that conversation, it was emotional for her I am sure." Artemis nodded.

"Then she said that it was Ok but there were to be no more 'elfin kisses' and she said 'we are from different worlds, Artemis, we will always have doubts about one another. Let's just carry on and leave the past in the past where it should be.' I agreed and continued on with the challenge only to find that I thought of her all the time. I tried to ignore my adolescent confusion but it didn't help, I couldn't see her with out going bright red, I argue with myself all the time now. But what really seemed to have started this adventure was me kissing Holly, and Luke turning up at the wrong place and at the wrong time. When we travelled I managed to knock myself out and Hol healed me and kissed me again. When the Dementors 'killed' me Holly kissed me to find me alive, and that's it really." said Artemis. Root was sitting in silent horror.

"Four times?" he asked, Artemis nodded grinning, but stopped when he remembered that there wouldn't be anymore. He felt like crying again, but he held himself in. He had died to save Holly, but he had hoped that there was a loop hole.

I thought that killing Harry would have just destroyed the Horcrux. I must have been mistaken. He thought gloomily. He wasn't wrong very often at all, the first time being when he thought that I dwarf couldn't tunnel into his house but this was different. It was a matter of life or death- and in his case death.

"So, what do we do now?" he asked Root, fiddling with a pen that he had wished for. Root shrugged.

"It depends on what you want to do, well goodbye for now Artemis, no hard feelings?" Artemis nodded

"No hard feelings. We will do what Holly said and leave the past in the past where it should be. I may see you later anyway," he said. Root grinned and disappeared.

Artemis felt clueless. He had no idea what to do. So he meditated, as one does when they die.

When he finally opened his eyes he was lying face down on the forest floor. He realised that he was alive and was still Harry. He felt a pain in his chest where the killing curse had hit him. Resisting the urge to groan, instead he came up with a plan, finally able to use his talent.

Don't move Harry, he broadcasted, we may still have a chance to get at Voldemort if Neville kills Nagini. Harry didn't try to move so Artemis got a chance to figure out what was happening. He squinted so no one saw that Harry was alive. He expected to see the Death Eaters celebrating but they were silent leaning over something on the ground which Artemis supposed to be Voldemort.

"My lord, my lord," said one of the women. Voldemort got up looking in Harry's direction.

"My Lord let me…" she started again.

"I do not require assistance," said Voldemort coolly, "the boy, is he dead?" Nobody moved a muscle. Artemis/Harry stayed as still as the dead.

"You," said Voldemort "Examine him; tell me whether he is dead." Neither knew who had been chosen and neither tried to open his eyes. Artemis soon figured that it must be a woman by the feeling of her slim fingers on Harry chest, checking for a heart beat.

"Is Draco alive, is he in the castle?" she whispered. Artemis was the first to react, remembering Draco in the battle.

"Yes" he answered. Artemis realised that this woman was Narcissa Malfoy, Draco's mother.

"He is dead!" she cried. Sounds erupted from around them. Cheering and shouting from both the Death Eaters and Voldemort. Artemis thought he could see through his eyelids Voldemort dancing a jig but he dismissed the thought.

"You see?" yelled Voldemort "Harry Potter is dead by my hand, and no man alive can threaten me now. Watch! Crucio!" Artemis realised that Harry's body would now be humiliated and he wondered if he would feel the pain of the torturing curse. But none came; he was lifted into the air and thrown around. Harry's glasses fell off his eyes. He could feel Harry struggling to remain still and floppy, so Artemis kept his composure forcing the body to stay limp and lifeless. He could feel Harry's wand slip a little in his robes and the soft cushioning feeling of the invisibility cloak still tucked away safely.

"Now, we go to the castle, and show them what has become of their hero. Who shall drag the body? No- Wait." Voldemort stopped and the Death Eaters laughed.
"You carry him; he will be nice and visible in your arms, will he not? Pick up your little your little friend, Hagrid. And the glasses-put on the glasses-he must be recognisable," said Voldemort in a jeering tone. The ground shook as Hagrid came towards them. Harry's glasses were shoved onto his face, but the arms that carried him were very gentle. Artemis could hear Harry's thoughts- the wizard only wanted was to let his friend know that he was alive. Artemis felt mean forcing him not to.

"Move" ordered Voldemort, and they set off. Hagrid's sobs shook Artemis/Harry and it took a lot of strength for Artemis to keep Harry still. Hagrid yelled abuse at the centaurs as they walked on. Artemis wondered if they were as technologically advanced as Foaly and as paranoid. Artemis avoided opening his eyelids though he could feel that Harry was struggling against him.

Not yet, he broadcasted, the time will come, the time will come. He reviewed the situation and found that although he was being thrown around and Hagrid was yelling quite loudly, he could still meditate. Harry was quite confused by the thoughts he was hearing from the genius, but concentrating on the task at hand- staying perfectly still.

Artemis was soon knocked from his thoughts by Voldemort's voice echoing through the grounds.

"Harry Potter is dead." Artemis heard. "He was killed as he ran away, trying to save himself while you lay down your lives for him. We bring you his body as proof that your hero is gone." Artemis felt a twinge of guilt go through both of them. Holly. He finally remembered. He had no idea whether Holly was alive or not. He held back tears. If she had died then it was his fault. Please, he prayed, please let her live. He had never been very religious but he knew that praying was all he had in his power to keep her alive. He listened to Voldemort as he continued.

"Anyone who continues to resist, man, woman or child, (or elf, though Artemis) will be slaughtered, as will every member of their family. Come out of the castle, now, kneel before me, and you shall be spared. Your parents and children, your brothers and sisters will live, and be forgiven, and you will join me in the new world we will build together. Come." Artemis sighed mentally as they were carried towards the castle. If Holly was alive she would now no that he would be dead as well as Harry, his body lost forever in Harry's dead brain- she would hopefully be wrong if he could help it.

Holly all this time had ended up fighting along side Luna, who seemed to have an interesting tactic of terminating the Death Eaters. First she would point out the window announcing that some strange creature was climbing on the wall, and then Holly would take her chance while they hesitated to stun them with her Neutrino. Luna and Holly both preferred this tactic to killing them, because by the time that the Death Eaters awoke, they would hopefully be in Azkaban. Then Voldemort's voice echoed over the grounds saying that they had an hour to move the dead and help the injured (or heal in Holly's case). Holly, in any other circumstance should have been worried about the fact that the wounded people were suddenly feeling something go into their injury and blue sparks erupt from it to heal it, but this was no normal circumstance and they were wizards for Frond's sake!

Inside her she felt worried for Artemis's life. What if he was wrong? What if he actually died? What if? What if… she calmed herself. This was Artemis- the criminal mastermind, well not criminal but a mastermind nonetheless. He would be right. He was always right, how many times had she doubted it and was proved wrong? The answer was many. But she still could imagine him dead. No he was NOT dead. She would NOT allow herself to think that. Unfortunately for her at that exact moment Voldemort announced Harry's death. So much for her reassuring thoughts. Death Eaters around her were cheering and shouting. Harry's friends, teachers and class mates all stood in shock. Some were crying, some were to sad to cry, some were angry- they would make sure that Harry Potter- The Chosen One was avenged. Holly's vision was blurred. The feeling was not unlike the time that Kronski had told her that Artemis had fallen into the pit, except for the fact that Artemis was a lot closer to her. This somehow did not help at all. Artemis Fowl had been wrong. He was never wrong and here he was. Dead. Dead. She repeated the word in her mind. It didn't sound right and it sure didn't feel right. A fairy could tell when somebody had died. Why, she had been feeling it ever since she got here. The thing was that 'Artemis Fowl the Second' and 'dead' didn't seem to fit in the same sentence now. Oh Gods, she thought as she saw Butler come towards her, his face sad, but drawn and defiant, it was all her fault that he was dead. Butler only thinks that Harry is dead, she realised, he thinks that Artemis is with me and that I was keeping him safe. Butler saw her standing there unable to move and came over beside her.

"Where is Artemis?" he asked her, his voice calm. Holly lost it, there and then. Butler was unsure what to do so he wrapped her in his massive, bear-like arms.

"Sshh, it's Ok," he whispered, "I am sure that he is fine," Holly shook her head.

"You are going to hate me," she said, the captain side of her brain taking over. "Artemis is dead, he was inside Harry when he die…" she couldn't finish the sentence, she choked on the 'd' and ended up on the floor crying. Butler stood for a moment letting the information settle in. He had failed. He, Domovoi Butler had failed. His principal was dead. Dead. Artemis is dead. The words echoed in his mind. He couldn't believe it. He pulled Holly up by the hand and they followed the others outside to 'bow' at Voldemort's feet. Yeah right, Butler found himself thinking I will make sure that Master Artemis is avenged.

Here we are the 'dying' chapter hoped you liked it. Also can you review because i am actually quite a fast writer- i just need to know if anyone is actually reading this. i've only got one review!!!

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