A/N:Ummm...Hi! -ducks thrown objects- Sorry this is so late! I meant to edit/put this up weeks ago, but I had finals for school, plus English papers to write which, I'm sorry to say, completely burnt out my thinking process for writing. I also went to visit relatives out of state and had no access to internet. It was scary when I came back and saw over 100 new e-mails. I think I read too much fanfiction...and, I got stuck -_-'. So, I've unstuck myself and it's a good thing I did delay cause a beta found me! So, there exists someone out there who has a copy of most of my notes and is acting as a sounding board. Her name is Nefarious and she has been a great help! She is the one who helped me with the art part towards the end, as I would never have been able to edit this part of Bittersweet's original work. So, hope the chapter is as good as the previous two and that everyone enjoys them!

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Disclaimer: I do not own anything. Except the car my dad put in my name when I finally got my driver's license. Even then, he still gets to take the car whenever he wants. So, Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling and Artemis Fowl belongs to Eoin Colfer. The original idea belongs to Bittersweet Alias, as well as a great deal of the words in these first few chapters. Also, I want to give a shout-out to Bittersweet Alias who has come back to writing fanfiction after nearly a year off.

Behind Blue Eyes Chapter Three

Before Harry went to bed that night, he wrote two letters, one to Sirius and then to Dumbledore and sent the both of them off with Hedwig. He also went through his trunk and pulled out his first through fourth year school books. Artemis may not be able to do magic, but he could at least read and use his wonderful mind to memorize everything. He collected his album, invisibility cloak, and then stashed some clothes in his book bag along with his summer work.

"Tomorrow someone from my world is taking me away for the weekend. Hedwig is already gone and will not return until Monday. I doubt you will miss me. If you have a problem with it, well then, I will be happy to get a hold of my godfather…" Harry lied. These words made her pale before shooing him upstairs and slamming his bedroom door shut.

It was slightly after seven when Harry left his house and knocked on Artemis' door. Instead of Butler answering the door, Artemis opened the door. There was a beautiful black SUV with the back open, and Butler had been gathering and carrying various things out to it.

"Do you need help?"

"Nonsense." Artemis declined, staring at him hard and then making a motion for him to come closer.

While blushing, Harry bit his lower lip and walked up to Artemis. "Hm?"

The first thing Artemis did was pull him close for a warming hug that made Harry feel so wanted that he didn't want to leave the vicinity of Artemis' body. Harry kissed him by the ear as Artemis brushed Harry's hair out of the way and slid his thumb across the boy's pouty lips.

"You need new clothes."

Harry blushed. "I have money." He whispered and glanced over his shoulder real quick to make sure the Dursleys weren't around. "It's in wizard gold. I'd go to Diagon Alley, but it's really not safe at the moment, and I don't want to be spotted. You know how everyone follows Britney Spears around with cameras and everything?"

Artemis made a face at the idea. "Disgusting."

Giggling, Harry gazed up at his new mate. "Well, they do that to me… and I don't want to get caught or something stupid so I can't exchange any of my money into muggle money. This is all I have at the moment. Hedwig has sent off my letters."

"We will remedy that while we're in Manchester."

Harry opened his mouth to protest but he was caught off when Artemis chose to kiss him at that very second, stunning Butler completely when he walked back inside. Harry, forgetting where he was, indulged in the kiss, hand on Artemis' cheek, until he heard a throat clearing.

Artemis scowled and arched a finely crafted eyebrow at Butler. "I believe Harry should have breakfast before he leaves Master Artemis."

Harry blushed and peaked shyly over Artemis' arm at Butler who was standing there with amusement in his slanted eyes. "Yes, you are right Butler." Artemis said, muffling his irritation at being interrupted.

"I'm okay." Harry insisted.

"No you're not." Artemis said matter of factly.

Harry was led to the house for a quick breakfast while Artemis went up to pack his last minute things.

"Do we have everything Butler? I would hate to end up missing something when we need it," Artemis said to his bodyguard.

"Other than your C cube, everything is in the car."

"It's with me. Since I'm going to be going to this primitive school and I believe it will work around magic considering part of it is fairy technology, I want to make sure I have everything I need on here before I leave."

"Very well."

"Completely cut off by society does not sound overly pleasant,," Artemis said with a sigh, "Though this chance is absolutely something I will not pass up."

"In other words, hell freezes over on leaving Harry."

Artemis scowled and Harry blushed. "He goes nowhere without me." Both Artemis and Butler continued with what they needed to get done before leaving and Harry, who could hear the conversation while eating downstairs, was stunned by how powerful that statement was to him.

No one had ever said such or meant it with conviction in their tone. He finished his food, took the plate to the sink and washed it when Artemis came through. "You don't have to do that."

Harry smiled. "I don't mind." He insisted, drying the bowl and putting it in the cabinet. He dried his hands, then suddenly remembered his school books. "Oh! I have something for you." He said going over to his book bag and placing it on the table. He pulled out a couple things.

Artemis arched an eyebrow when he saw an album and a silky looking cloth. "What is this?"

Harry smiled wide and took it. "It was my dads." He said quietly, and then before Artemis' eyes Harry slipped it around his shoulders and disappeared completely.

"Holy shit!" Artemis yelped before he could stop himself.

Harry giggled and looked down. "Invisibility Cloak." Artemis reached a hand out to the invisible body. All he saw was a head. 'Absolutely amazing,' he thought in awe. He felt the body and Harry giggled when Artemis' hand grazed against his side, tickling him. "Ahh… ticklish." He squirmed as Artemis encircled his arms around an invisible body.

"That is absolutely astounding." He laughed at the fact that all he could see was Harry's head, but at least he could feel him so it wasn't that disconcerting.

Harry giggled and then opened it and got closer to Artemis and wrapped the two of them in it. Artemis grinned and wrapped his arms around Harry's thin waist, staring down at how close their bodies where.

"Hehe, I like you so close." Harry teased sheepishly.

Artemis clucked his tongue and offered Harry an amused look. "So you do, huh?" Was his reply before kissing him on the forehead.

When Butler came in he paused in the doorway. "Uhm… am I interrupting something?" He said, blinking in confusion. "Where are your bodies?" He was aware that all he could see were his charge and Harry's heads.

Artemis scowled at him and pointed. "This is a cloak of Harry's."

Harry opened it up to show. "It was my fathers," he said in explanation.

"Intriguing." Butler commented.

Harry laughed. "Okay, back to what I wanted to give you!" He poked his boyfriend in the stomach and slid out from under the cloak.

Artemis took it and ran his hands over the fabric. He wondered how it worked. What were the mechanics of it?

"These are my school books from year one to four. Charms, Potions, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration; there is also History of Magic, Hogwarts A History, and Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them. Now, with the last book, excuse the graffiti. My friend sort of defiled it when his fell apart." He shrugged.

Artemis was already digging through them and Butler glancing a them over his shoulder.

"Thank you." Artemis said pulling up the History of Magic one. "These will be very useful."

"Yes. Defense, honestly, is more trial and error. That's the subject I succeed best in. You can learn the spells, but learning to duel is a different matter." Harry shrugged. "I'm not much of a theory person but I can tell you are." He giggled and took his invisibility cloak. "Honestly, I'm not sure how the cloak was created," He said, answering the unasked question.

When the three left, Harry and Artemis were sitting in the backseat. Harry sat with his legs curled underneath him and Artemis already had History of Magic open. After a while, Harry pressed his side up against Artemis and placed his cheek against the teenager's shoulder.

Artemis absorbed the information like a sponge. Harry watched as he went from page to page. Harry could hardly read a paragraph before he was turning the page. 'Boy, Hermione would be jealous,' Harry thought. He'd always been a good reader but he didn't have the photographic memory; he was sure that Artemis did.

It was about an hour later when Artemis raised his head from the book. He was on chapter twenty-six of sixty-five. Everything he had read so far was amazing. He gazed down at Harry to see him fast asleep and shifted his arm until it went around the small boy. He glared at Butler when his bodyguard smirked.

"Enjoying yourself Artemis?"

"What do you think?" Artemis asked.

"I didn't expect this."

"Nor I," he said, cradling Harry's head in his lap. He then reached back and grabbed a soft blanket to place over him.

"How?" Butler asked curiously. "Of everyone you've ever known…" He trailed off. He didn't have to finish his question.

Artemis knew what he wanted to know. Of everyone he'd encountered. Female and male. Why did he choose this one little male with bright green eyes and a magical history. "That is one question that I really don't have an answer for. It just happened."

"Hmm." Butler seemed satisfied, which didn't please Artemis very much.

"What do you know old man?"

"Nothing Master Artemis."

"Hn." Artemis wasn't so sure of that and shook his head once before going back to his reading.

There was a detour an hour and a half later. Apparently, construction being done to the roads. Artemis raised his eyes from Hogwarts A History. History of Magic was now laying on the floor since he finished it ten minutes ago.

"It'll be awhile Master Artemis."

"Very well. I'm content enough at the moment."

"I see that."

Artemis rolled his eyes and went back to his book. Leave it to Butler to insinuate, though he wasn't totally off on his insinuations. Harry was still fast asleep and Artemis wondered just how deprived he was of rest. His left hand unconsciously came down and began to stroke his little mate's cheek while holding up the large tome with one hand.

Hogwarts was a rather interesting place. He read all about the founders and how it all began. Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Each had remarkable traits, and prized them like any witch or wizard he supposed. If he had to take a guess where he'd end up, he would most probably say Ravenclaw. That seemed to fit him most. He wondered which Harry was?

"Gryffindor?" He said aloud.

"Mhmm. You're a Slytherin." Harry murmured half asleep.

Artemis blinked and stared down at him. "I am? I would have thought Ravenclaw…"

"Hmm, but it's what you do with your intelligence that makes all the difference." Harry shifted and opened his bright green eyes and smiled at the touch on his cheek. "What time is it?"

"Almost noon. I finished History of Magic."

"Merlin." Harry mumbled, getting a light chuckle from Artemis.

Butler was watching the byplay, still wondering how Harry weaseled into Artemis' heart. It had always been cold as ice, and he wasn't used to Artemis laughing or smiling like he was a sixteen year old in love; he was used to a cold, hard and manipulative boy who was too smart for his own good.

"Why do you say I am a Slytherin?"

Harry sat up and kissed Artemis on the cheek. "You're cunning and ambitious. You are a genius, yes Ravenclaw would love you, but you are a little too sinister for them. I don't think they'd survive with you in their house." He then bit his lower lip. "I was supposed to be a Slytherin." He confessed. "However, a few people I met from that house I wasn't particularly fond of and I wound up getting sent to Gryffindor. Slytherin is known as the darker house, and most believe it's prized because of being a pureblood, but that's not true." Harry tapped his fingers to his mouth. "I'm not a pureblood. Tom Riddle wasn't a pureblood."

"That evil man was a Slytherin?" Artemis asked.

"Yes, he was a genius Artemis." Harry said honestly. "He was, is Slytherin's last remaining descendant, however, the man who turned against my parents was a Gryffindor. Each house has it's good points and it's bad points. You can't judge a house strictly because of Tom Riddle."

Butler wanted to know who this Tom Riddle was. Why was he so dangerous and why was Artemis a bit apprehensive about it?

"A descendant?"

"Mmhmm. Remember when I told you about the Chamber of Secrets?"

"Yes."

"Only a parselmouth can open it. The ability to speak with snakes. Slytherin had that ability."

"You have it now." Artemis stated.

Harry nodded. "Voldemort transferred some of his powers to me the night he attacked. Speaking parseltongue was one of them."

Attacked? Butler frowned at this. Why was such a little boy attacked? How old was he? How did that work?

"Doesn't talk about the Chamber of Secrets in here."Artemis said, pointing to the heavy tome that sat on his left.

"No, it wouldn't." Harry said remembering second year. "It was said to be a myth. No one really knew of it because they couldn't access it. I was the first parselmouth since Voldemort. They of course excluded that from Hogwarts A History. The book itself is self updating. You probably won't reach it until near the end." He blushed at that and Artemis arched an eyebrow of amusement.

'Voldemort and Tom were the same person?' Butler wondered briefly as he made a sharp right hand turn.

"Hmm." Artemis bookmarked his place and set it to the side. "Butler, how far are we to our destination?"

"About an hour, Master Artemis." Butler answered immediately.

"Very well."

Harry rubbed his eyes of sleep and raked his fingers through his messy black hair. Artemis watched his every move. The boy stretched his legs out slightly and Artemis couldn't help but move with him realizing he'd been sitting in the same place for quite some time.

Harry brought his legs up underneath him and shifted so that he could face Artemis fully.

"You need new clothes." Artemis said fingers running across the baggy shirt he was wearing.

"If I ever get to my vault in the wizarding world… I haven't been there since I was thirteen." He said recalling the summer he spent the holidays in.

"Well, we will remedy your wardrobe as soon as we get to the hotel." He stated. "What you're wearing is dismal."

"I can reimburse you."

Artemis rolled his eyes good-naturedly. "Keep telling yourself that."

Harry stuck out his tongue and Artemis arched a challenging eyebrow.

Manchester was filled to the brim with tourists and shoppers. It was a lot like London in that sense, except for the fact that Harry had never been to Manchester. "I've barely ever been into London."

Artemis shook his head and placed his books up. "I am not sure if I even want to meet those abominations you refer too as relatives."

Harry laughed softly. "I don't think you do either."

The hotel was humongous. It was easily one of the tallest buildings in the surrounding area. It looked aquamarine from the distance but the closer they got, Harry realized it was just the way the glass reflected the sky. Feeling rather out of place with Dudley's junk on, he tried to shrink next to Artemis who walked through as though he owned the place. He did not linger, but instead demanded his rooms that he had reserved till Monday. It was a two bedroom penthouse suite according to Artemis. The best one they had.

"Don't mind sleeping with me?" Artemis teased, raising his hands to the top of the door-frame.

Harry looked up over his shoulders and smiled. "Not at all." He answered and then giggled when Artemis' arms came down around his waist, lips coming down to kiss Harry twice on the cheek, then find their final destination- Harry's lips.

The kisses made up for the lack there of from this morning. When Artemis pulled back, Harry almost protested without thinking. He managed to just stop himself.

"We will have lunch and then we will shop."

"I don't think I would have the same taste as you, Artemis. You look wonderful in your clothes but - ah - I'm a little less conservative."

Artemis arched an eyebrow. "Whatever you want."

Harry rolled his eyes. "I am paying you back." He stated firmly.

"We will see." Artemis took his hand and they walked out together. "Don't worry about it now."

"You're cocky." Harry teased bluntly.

"So I am." Artemis smirked as they met Butler who was inspecting the entire place from head to toe. Harry looked at him questionably. "It is Butler's job to make sure the place won't blow us up."

"Have you ever been blown up?" Harry asked shocked.

Artemis and Butler exchanged looks and then at the same time. "Yes," they answered getting a wild giggle from Harry.

"Okay then," Harry said slowly.

"I have enemies, Harry, not friends."

"What am I?" Harry asked with a pout.

"You're mine." Artemis said, as though it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Harry smiled at this. "Okay, I accept that." He mused as they went down the elevator.

They ate at a fancy seafood restaurant. Harry got a simple fish and chips while Artemis ordered something a little more complicated.

Sitting at the table in the restaurant, they were a complete contrast; Harry's relaxed posture contrasted with Artemis' straight back and Harry's worn, overly large clothing were way different from Artemis' extremely expensive, "best of the best" clothes. While both had black hair, Harry's hair was long and wild while Artemis' hair was short and classically cut, emphasizing his striking features.

Harry felt like a kid, small and unimportant.

Artemis asked questions about what he read in the book and Harry did his best to answer.

"So, this Gellert Grindlewald, did he influence Hitler at all? They appear uncannily parallel."

"I'm not entirely sure. I do know that he was defeated in 1945."

"Subsequently the exact date that Adolf Hitler fell. I have to wonder if the wizards had anything to do with it. It would explain how effortlessly it was done. Poison and a gunshot wound?"

"I don't know how Dumbledore did it. The details to me are sketchy. I'm not as intelligent as you or Hermione, I'm kind of a hands on person."

Artemis rolled his eyes. "No one is as intelligent as me, Harry," He stated factually. Harry snickered at that. "However, I understand your meaning. You don't crave the knowledge I do."

"I do, but there's always so many other things I wind up involved in. Someone every year is out to kill me." Artemis frowned at this and lifted his sparkling water for a drink. "So being able to sit back, relax and simply read and learn is almost not an option. Last year, I had to face a fire breathing dragon, Merpeople who tried to steal things from me at the bottom of the lake, and then a maze where me and Cedric were transported to a graveyard and I barely came out alive and only because my wand and Voldemort's wand are brothers."

"Brothers?" Artemis said arching an eyebrow. "How is that possible."

"Our wands have a feather from the same phoenix, so when they are forced to duel they don't work properly. It caused a strange rift. Something called Priori Incantatem." Harry quickly explained the reverse spell and how it happened that night.

Artemis was now in deep thought. "You're telling me you saw the shadows of Tom's victims?"

"Yes." Harry answered. "They spoke to me. Dumbledore explained they were echoes. Cedric asked me to take his body back, my parents told me to get to the port-key - er the thing that transported us."

"Yes, I read up on these port-keys." Artemis replied. "Inaminate objects used as a travel device. I also know of the Floo Network, Apparation, Magic Carpets, and various magical creatures that give transportation."

"Exactly." Harry smiled. One day of knowledge about this part of the magical world and Artemis already knew more than him. He wasn't surprised nor was he jealous. He was happy.

After they ate, Artemis paid the bill and slipped the waitress the tip. They met with Butler who had been reading a manual on various weapons.

The first shop they tried Harry didn't think it was for him. Everything in here looked like something Dudley would wear. "I am reminded of Dudley," Harry said softly.

"Then let's move on," Artemis insisted. Butler once again remained outside in the warm weather. He'd occasionally watch his Master but he knew that there was no imminent threat unless the clothes wrack decided to seek revenge.

Artemis nearly went pink when Harry insisted on the leather shop. "You - want - leather?" he asked slowly as they entered the shop.

Harry nodded fervently. "Yes! I love the trousers."

"Well, then. You want it." Artemis said tilting his head and picturing Harry in a pair of leather trousers with a silk green button up. "You got it."

"I am paying you back." Harry poked his thin stomach and then raced over.

"No you're not." Artemis murmured more to himself than to Harry. Artemis was going to take care of Harry, enough said there.

They spent over two hours in the shop where Harry tried stuff on and even conned Artemis into getting a few of the trousers that were definitely worth buying.

Harry went a little more wild than he'd ever done before. Harry bought six snug leather trousers with a boot cut. They sat low against his hips. He also bought four pairs of leather trousers of the same make however they had gems going up the side; one sapphire, ruby, emerald, and then diamond. The shirts were satin and silk buttons ups, which Artemis found tasteful. Six pairs of leather boots of different styles, belts, and other things that Harry had never had the pleasure of buying. After the leather store, they headed toward a more casual clothing store where Harry bought jeans, jumpers, t-shirts, and so many other things that Harry had wondered how it would all fit in his trunk.

Artemis had everything specifically sent back to the hotel and Artemis refused to show the receipt after Harry asked for it so that he could reimburse him.

"Later," Artemis insisted off offhandedly. "We're not done yet."

"But, Artemis, I have too much. It won't fit in my trunk!"

"Then it'll go in the wardrobe."

"Er… Artemis, if the Dursleys see this…"

"They won't." Artemis insisted, they were in the back behind some clothes racks. He pulled Harry close and kissed him softly. "You need dress clothes."

Harry scrunched his nose. "I'll let you deal with that."

Artemis smirked and so he did. Harry was made into acting like a Barbie doll, and boy was Artemis fierce. He demanded all the fabric to be brought out and certain designers that Harry couldn't even pronounce. He was poked, prodded, and sent in and out of the fitting rooms.

The sales ladies and gentlemen catered to Artemis' every whim once they got a whisper of his name. He was a well known billionaire, after all.

The pile of clothing added up. Different colours, and they were all fitted to him perfectly. Artemis would not accept anything but the best.

It was late; they'd been shopping for well over eight hours. Harry moaned against Artemis. "Enough shopping!"

Artemis chuckled. "Well you had nothing and you still have very little."

Harry made a protesting noise in the back of his throat at this. "Are you crazy? I've never had so much and I need those receipts!"

"Shush about receipts," Artemis taunted, pulling him closer and sinking his lips onto his little lover. The rush of their touch shocked the both of them. Harry staggered and pushed up into Artemis for closer contact; it was then that Artemis realised: he didn't care if anyone was watching or anyone spotted them kissing. None of that mattered at the moment.

All that did matter was Harry.

When Harry laid down that night, his hair slightly damp from the shower, he felt Artemis slide in next to him, smiling before tilting his body to the side only to be engulfed in all things male.

"I've never slept next to anyone," Artemis murmured. "I think I can get used to it."

Harry giggled and shimmied into his arms and then turned on his side to face his boyfriend. "Me either. I've never been this close to anyone."

"Neither have I. I'm not very close to my family. I'm rarely home, I just don't choose to be. I don't belong with them."

"Why not?"

Artemis sighed. "I don't know. I've saved them, I fixed my family. Saved my mother, father, and they have two twins that they can give their fullest attention. I grew up in a cold family. My father was not a very morale man, and I learned all his tricks and developed my own. He has changed, but I have not really accepted that. I have changed, I'm not as cold as I was, but I'm definitely not a part of them."

Harry squeezed Artemis' thin waist and pressed his kisses to the boy's cheek and then chin. "You're your own person." Harry said softly.

"I am. For a long time I was by myself, isolated, and I didn't mind. I am not fond of people. Do you know I have designed technology that would render everything any computer and mobile phone company obsolete? It is so advanced that there is nothing it can't do, and it's self updating. I've stolen paintings that were no longer in existence, only to eventually give the damn thing back. I put several US companies out of business, taking their money with me. Though, if truth be told, those businesses were ran by those of the mafia. I never kill anyone; I outmaneuver them, hunt them."

Harry lay there in Artemis' arms listening to him for a change explain his life, his goal, and how he was so successful. He listened to the gentle heartbeat going on inside of his boyfriend's chest and found his leg slipping over Artemis' and intertwining them. Everything he was doing and saying came so natural.

"We both have pasts." Harry finally said after Artemis went quiet. "We are both relatively alone. Sure, I have friends and an estranged godfather, but honestly in the end it's just me."

"Not anymore." Artemis stated sharply.

Harry smiled at this and raised his head kissing the lips that said such.

(o)(o)(o)

Harry was shaken awake the next morning; it was the first time since he got home from Hogwarts that he had not dreamed. He moaned and shifted, when he opened his eyes he came face to face with Artemis.

"Good morning, Leannán."

Harry arched an eyebrow. "What's that mean?"

"Lover in Gaelic."

Harry giggled at this. "Time?" he asked sitting up.

Artemis brushed his hair out of the way and checked his Rolex. "Eight o' clock."

It was then that Harry realized that Artemis was already dressed. And the way he was dressed! 'Wow!' Harry thought in shock. He was in a dark blue suit with a white shirt underneath. It looked casual and classy with a satin lapel on the side. He looked the epitome of sex appeal.

"Wow, what are you wearing?"

"Business." Artemis mused, pulling Harry close and kissing his forehead. "Breakfast is in the lounge."

"Hmm'k." Harry said kissing him, mouth closed on the cheek. "I'm not wearing a suit." He muttered crawling out of the bed.

Artemis chuckled and watched him. "You don't have too. You're not the one jacking them around for thousands of pounds."

Harry groaned when he realized the mess. "Uhm…" He looked down at the mountain of bags.

Artemis grinned. "I hope you don't mind…" He slid off the bed and pulled a bag from the blue armchair. "I already found something for you."

Harry cheered at this and squeezed Artemis tight. "Thank you!" He kissed the boy once more on the cheek and then went off to the large expansive bathroom. "That mountain was frightening." He declared closing the door.

Artemis collapsed in the chair, feeling rather dazed. What was going on with him? He was suddenly struck by something hard. He shook his head, clearing his thoughts, and gathered himself up.

He had work to do.

Harry came out wearing nice, fitted, black slacks tailored to his slender frame and an emerald green silk button up. His hair was down his back and brushed out to where it glittered in the overhead lights. His eyes were a perfect touch.

Artemis smirked. "Delicious, Leannán."

Harry brought his shoulders up with a blushing smile. Artemis pulled him close and crushed their lips together in a desperate need for a taste of him. The kisses became a little deeper more heated and motivated. Harry melted into Artemis and had to fight down the stirring arousal that coursed through his veins, bubbling in his body.

With great reluctance and a lot of logic behind his decision, Artemis released him and kept Harry's fingers curled within his own as he led the way out into the lounge, where Butler was cleaning his weapons.

Harry was now used to this. When he had first come upon Butler, he had been a bit frightened when he saw the machine in his hand, but now it was normal to Harry.

The teen took some pancakes this morning with strawberries, which Artemis noted was his favorite fruit. Harry often ate pancakes or French toast without syrup. He always commented on it being too sticky and, of course, Artemis' teenage mind just had to come up with situations that were illogical and very promiscuous, which included syrup and Harry combined.

"Good morning Harry." Butler greeted warmly.

"Morning Butler!" Harry chirped happily.

"Did you sleep well?"

"Yes." Harry said honestly.

"Great." Butler got up with a smile and headed for his room to retrieve something.

"First time I didn't dream." Harry told Artemis.

"You do often?"

Harry nodded. "Lately though, I've been having the oddest dreams. It'll be Cedric and the graveyard but then it'll change to these winding corridors that always wound up in dead ends or the doors locked."

Artemis arched an eyebrow. "Curious."

"What's weird, is I am seeing this from a first person perspective. Not like a third person. That's all it is and every time I try a door I wake up." He shrugged. "No idea what it's about. I had thought that maybe it's the trapped feeling or something but I doubt it."

"Perhaps you should ask someone?"

Harry scowled when Artemis said this. "Who?" He said more rough than usual. "The letters I do receive are full of junk. Nothing I need to know! Not that I want to leave Privet now." He said with a light blush. "But the fact that no one is telling me anything and the newspaper keeps slandering me."

"Newspaper?"

Harry closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. The irritation settled in. "The Daily Prophet. Apparently, I've gone insane. There is no Dark Lord back and Dumbledore and I are attention seekers. Everyone is denying Voldemort's return, they don't care that a seventeen-year-old healthy kid dropped dead last month and I returned with more scars than not. The pompous jack arse Minister of Magic is going on as if nothing has happened. As though Dumbledore is an idiot. Well you know what, Dumbledore is not an idiot he's 160 bloody years old, the defeater of Grindlewald and he was a famous alchemist! Dumbledore is an old man, but he is perhaps one of the wisest old men I have ever met."

Artemis was trying to grasp this. He knew the names. Dumbledore was an astounding man from what was written about him in that book. He knew that this Fudge was a Minister of Magic, as the History of Magic is self updating and he memorized every Minister from the 1200s onward. He also read about Sirius Black's incarceration and the murder of twelve muggles and a wizard named Peter Pettigrew, but Harry told him the truth behind that, and he would believe Harry before he believed anyone else.

"I suppose it'll just take some persuasion, right?"

"I don't know how. I'm chucked aside by my own bloody friends." He shook his head. "Makes no sense to me. No one has come by to tell me what is going on, no letters, no nothing. I'm sorry Artemis." Harry's eyes widened when he realized the rant he had went on.

"Don't be."

"Just really bothers me, my godfather sends a letter, 'don't do anything rash.' and 'I know you are frustrated.' That's it." He rolled his eyes. "I think my godfather needs to live by those words, not me." He then went quiet, the flush still staining his cheeks. "I'm shutting up now."

"No, you have no reason to shut up." Artemis stood and checked his watch. "We must depart. Butler." He called as Harry stood, taking his cloak and wand with him just in case.

"Ready Artemis."

The art center was massive but very intriguing. There were four men and two women that met them.

"Good morning Master Fowl. It is a pleasure to finally meet you." The man with the wiry mustache gave Harry a sharp look before turning back and introducing himself and those around.

While Artemis was dealing with them, Harry backed up and made himself scarce by taking a look at the gallery.

Artemis frowned when he saw Harry disappear. "Let's get this over with shall we?" He asked with curt politeness.

"Yes of course."

Harry sauntered from painting to painting. A couple of them Harry recognized in Artemis' house, which was rather odd and intriguing at the same time. He read the gold plaques next to it.

Harry had never been to an art gallery or museum. The Dursleys never thought him special enough. He stopped in front of a painting filled with watercolors. It was a very odd painting. The header said 'The Apocalyptic Women'. It was black and white, with a seven headed beast that was made up of different creatures. It was rather creepy. There was also a man in the top, sitting perched on a throne. It reminded Harry vaguely of Merlin but he knew it couldn't be. This was a muggle work...

It obviously had something to do with religion.

"I see you have discovered an Albrecht Dürer piece. 1498..." Where Artemis had come from, Harry didn't know. When he looked up, he saw Artemis gazing at it. "The reference is to the age old Roman Power. As you can see it is a religious watercolor that many people, atheists and non religious groups, find controversial. The lion is introduced as the symbol of Babylonian power. The bear, as the symbol of the Medo-Persian: the leopard, Macedonian and the nondescript animal, fierce, cruel, and mighty with two horns, as the symbol of the Romans. If one has ever opened the bible to the gospel of John it mentions an animal quite like this representing the Roman power, as if it were made up of all these. In not so many words, it tells us that Roman Power was blasphemous…"

How did he know this? Harry was starstruck. "I just thought it was weird."

"I'm not a religious person myself." Artemis admitted. "But I have studied many types of religions and have immersed myself into their myths and lore for several years. It is a copy, it is not authentic. It's a reproduction about a hundred years old if I were to take a guess at the carbon copying." He said stepping up tilting his head to the side. "I bet if I were to look on the back I would see the date."

"Are there any originals left?" Amazed at Artemis and his intellect. He was speechless. He didn't know what half that meant but the fact that Artemis knew it so well… he knew his art.

"Yes." Artemis answered. "There is an original. It's in the museum in Israel. This man was very religious. He was very dedicated and devoted and expressed such in his watercolour paintings. Most are black and white and only few are original and authentic."

He stepped back into Artemis and circled his arm around his waist.

Artemis smirked and kissed him on the back of his head. "My parents insist they are predominately Catholics but I do not hold a candle to any of their beliefs."

"Such as same sex relationships?"

"Exactly. That is a belief, an opinion of one person and I do not believe that it should be practiced on the world as a whole. It is not practical."

"What do you believe?"

"I believe that the world as a whole is open to interpretation. Big bang theory has some rather intriguing facts and raises questions… but I don't believe it is a solid reason for how we became to be. One God and one Devil makes sense on a few scales that don't exactly go back to religion. There is always a good and evil in everything we do. I believe that you could use them as metaphors on what is right and what is wrong, choices in the end. The answer to evolution is right in front of us. It's a simple answer but we don't know it because we don't choose to see it."

"Do you see it?"

Artemis smiled dryly. "I see a lot of things, Harry." They walked around, Harry holding onto Artemis as he explained some of the more interesting paintings. Some of the paintings did not make sense but Harry figured they didn't have too. Artemis explained the various types of art from expressionism, surrealism, and plenty of others. Artemis seemed intrigued by a Salvador Dali, whomever that was.

"I've heard his name but I don't know…"

"Salvador Dali was born in Spain in 1904. When he was a child, he showed unusual behavior and often misbehaved. One would call him ADD in today's society. As he got older, he started to paint pictures that came from his dreams. You know how dreams can be, interesting, scary, and even controversial. To say he was an artist is an understatement. He was unique. He was not like others, he did not follow, instead he led.

"Dali went to art school in Madrid, Spain. He got kicked out, and never finished. He even spent time in jail. However, he continued to paint, and his art style became known as Surrealism. Salvador Dali drew everyday items, but changed them in odd ways. For example, one of his paintings is of melting clocks. To be honest with you, I am impressed by him. He had expanded into other arts such as film, ballet, and jewelery."

Harry was introduced to sculptures of Aphrodite, Eros, Adonis, and Artemis.

"I prefer Artemis to be a boy," Harry stated, getting a smirk.

"I've had to defend my name a few times," Artemis told him.

"Your name is perfect," Harry said softly. "There is no other name for someone as brilliant as you Artemis. You are Artemis."

Artemis chuckled lowly and kissed his forehead. "There is a portrait of Merlin here as well I believe."

"Dumbledore looks like him in an odd aged way. Dumbledore is the epitome of a wizard," He whispered and giggled at himself.

"Morgana."

"She was real." Harry told Artemis. "They talk about her reign in the Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts."

"Oh?" Artemis asked intrigued. "You'll have to show me."

"I don't have the book but I'll get it." Harry said shifting. "My names in it, so I never looked at it."

"Really?" This got Artemis' attention.

"Hnn," Harry grumbled gloomily. "Hermione told me this." He shook his head swiftly. "Not something I want to be known for, surviving when my parents did not."

Artemis gripped Harry tight and brushed a kiss to his lips. "Let me show you an oil base that I find rather calming."

Harry smiled and pressed his cheek to Artemis' chest. "Lead the way."

...TBC...

"Leannán" was the word given to me when looking up "Lover" in Irish Gaelic on an online dictionary. If this is way wrong, I apologize. A reviewer made a comment about not caring for using the Irish Garlic word for "Mine" and they had a good point, so I changed it. Lover is a little premature at this point, but that's where they are heading anyways. Nefarious nearly went into convulsions every time she caught what was originally used, the feminine Spanish word, "Mina."

Oh, and the poll. I might take off the names which have less then ten votes so far, but the names with the most so far for boys are Aidan with 49 and Dai, which don't go well together and so may become Aidan and the boy name that comes after Dai in votes and the names for girls are Evelyn with 46 and Diana. There have been 79 votes so far.