The quidditch pitch was buzzing with flying figures, each having a different purpose. The stands were wild with cheers, waiting in anticipation for the winner to be declared.

A young man zoomed forward, his dark hair windswept. He had a determined grin on his face, and his crystal blue eyes were shifting back and forth, looking for the snitch.

At last, he spotted it, a glint of gold near the hoops.

Turning his broom in the opposite direction, he dodged a bludger aimed at him then swung round, turning as he followed the snitch.

The Gryffindor seeker trailed behind him, and the man zoomed upwards. He squinted his eyes, then suddenly dropped down and managed to capture the struggling ball in his fingers.

The stands erupted in cheers, all chanting his name.

"FOWL! FOWL! FOWL!"

Girls squealed as he looked their way, but he had eyes only for one.

Catching the eye of a certain blonde haired Ravenclaw, he flew to her, still hovering on his broom and kissed her.

She blushed and smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck. He got off his broom, tossing it to the side, leaning in for another kiss.

"You were brilliant," she told him. He kissed her cheek, and pulled her into a hug.

"Marry me," he murmured, then bent down to one knee. "Primrose Avery, Marry me," he repeated, much louder this time.

She blushed, and a tear fell from her eye, a tear of happiness.

Slowly, she nodded, and everyone burst out into applause. Artemis stood up, lifting Primrose in his arms, his broomstick lay forgotten on the ground.

Kissing her once more, he slowly leaned to whisper in her ear.

"Mrs. Fowl."

***

Sirius stood beside Emery, watching as the memory played out. 

"That was how Papa proposed to Mama," Emery said. "They got married a year later."

"It's a lovely moment," Sirius said, smiling at Emery's happiness.

The scene changed to an abandoned street, barely lit, and damp.

***

Two hooded figures apparated into the alleyway, meeting a third who emerged from the shadows.

"Fowl," greeted one hooded man.

The dark hair man nodded. "Pierre, Jacques," he replied. "Comment allez vous?"

The two men shook hands with the man. "Bien. Et tu?"

Artemis nodded, dismissing the question. "Speak English, please," he said. "I am not comfortable with French."

The man, Pierre, chuckled. "Ah, forgetting your mother tongue, oui?" he questioned.

Jacques interrupted," If Fowl wishes to speak English, then so be it. We will not waste any more time."

Pierre nodded. "To business," he said.

Jacques dug into his cloak and pulled out a thin file of papers. 

"This is the document that seals the agreement between Greece and France. England knows nothing about it. If everything goes according to the plan, then the French Wizarding world will begin a new era. The agreement will be beneficial to all, especially the new generation."

Artemis silently agreed, reading through the papers briefly. "But what if Greece cheats?" he asked. "The Greek Minister cannot be trusted," he said. "He's sure to find a loophole in the agreement."

Pierre grinned. "That's where you come in. From what we've heard, you are an excellent Quidditch player," he began. "The Quidditch world cup is in a week. You will play for Greece instead of France.

Artemis widened his eyes in shock. "But, France is my home. How can I play for Greece?"

Jacques took out a cigarette and lit it, placing it between his lips. 

"Think of it this way: You play for Greece, for France. Think of the greater good. We all know that since 1930, you've won the Quidditch World cup for France. The whole world knows your name, Artemis Fowl. You have been playing internationally since you turned of age, winning for France each time," he said. 

He took a deep breath and let out a puff of smoke. 

"Greece on the other hand," he began. "They are made fun of every Quidditch World cup. If they lose one more time, they will be disqualified from taking part ever again. And Greece does not want to fall in that category."

"What does that have got to do with me?" Artemis asked, shrugging.

Jacques sighed. "Well, you see, Greece has gotten a little desperate to win this year," he said, smirking. "And if, you play for Greece, we can seal the deal between Greece and France. If they agree to the deal, then France is free, and you win for them. We will threaten them that they shall lose if they do not comply to their rules." 

He snatched Pierre's cigarette. "If they refuse to sign," he continued. "Then, they lose the cup," he said, with a pitiful expression. "Forever."

"I see," hummed Artemis. "But they will know that I'm playing, instead of  Demitri Andino, then they will definitely have my neck," he said.

Pierre smiled, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. "Polyjuice potion," he said simply. "Demitri Andino was kidnapped on his way to the Quidditch World cup venue," he explained. "You will replace Andino, learn his personal details by heart. They will surely check."

Artemis nodded. "I'll do it," he said, placing his hand across his chest. "For France."

"For France," the other two murmured, copying his movements.

***

Emery gasped as she looked at the scene. "That's why Papa was playing for Greece," she whispered aloud. 

Sirius turned his head. "My father helped in organizing the cup," he said simply. "He told us stories of how it was rigged," he explained. "Somehow, Greece found out it was an impostor, but I had no idea it was your father."

Emery's eyes widened in horror, as she clapped a hand to her mouth.

"So Papa was caught," she murmured to herself. "But why was he captured in 1970, almost thirty years later?"

Sirius shrugged. "Maybe we'll find out," he hummed.

***

Everyone was cheering when Greece won the cup. Everyone except one man.

Artemis Fowl, in the disguise of the Greek seeker, Demitri Andino. He was being carried on the shoulders of his teammates, not realizing that he had only ten minutes before the polyjuice potion stopped working.

The time came to take pictures, but by then, Artemis' disguise had faltered, just as the camera clicked.

And his teammates saw him for who he was, along with the Greek Minister and and the rest of the council.

Before they could grasp him, he apparated, vanishing into thin air.

***

The cold alleyway was bare, save for two men, who held a whispered conversation within the shadows.

"Pierre," Artemis began. "I am a hunted man. My wife had a miscarriage, and I need to be there for her," he explained, a pained expression on his face.

"Artemis, my friend," answered Pierre swiftly. "It has been sorted. The Greek will not bother you anymore."

"What makes you say that?" Artemis questioned, his brow rising.

"The Greek have played a very dirty game. They altered the equipment of the World cup, so they would win, and we have collected the evidence. You played a role in their win, but they cheated. If they wish for us to disclose their secret, then they will hunt you. But if they want to remain as a Quidditch participant, then they will be forced to let you go."

"So I'm a free man?"

"Yes, you could put it that way," said Pierre, smiling.

"OUI!" he yelled, engulfing Pierre into a hug. "Merci, Merci." 

"De rien, Artemis, de rien,"

He shook Artemis' hand. "Pleasure working for you, my friend. France owes its freedom to you."

And without a second glance back, he was gone, leaving Artemis smiling behind him.

***

"But Papa was free," Emery thought, "Why did he suddenly disappear?"

"My guess is that the Greek finally found something against him," replied Sirius.

"I hope he's alright," Emery murmured, biting her lip as tears filled her eyes.

The scene changed once more.

***

It was in his secret room. Artemis was due to leave for his mission in one day, yet he couldn't shake off the feeling that something bad was to happen. 

Pierre died the previous month, leaving all the important documents to Artemis. The documents lay on his desk, untouched, neatly placed in a file.

Artemis rubbed his eyes tiredly, glancing at the clock. It was almost midnight. In twelve hours, he would leave the country, possibly for eight months. It was his job, as an unspeakable.

As long as he was in England, he was safe. Now, however, he was travelling to Russia, at a risk of something happening to him.

"Emery," he thought aloud. "I'll leave it for her. If anything does happen, she will be able to help."

He walked over to the pensieve, placing his memories inside. 

"She'll find the truth one day," he murmured.

Then, taking Pierre's documents, he placed them under the carpet, right beneath a loose floorboard, leaving the room.

It wasn't necessary to prepare in this way, but he did it just to be safe.

Nobody would be able to get in except Emery. It was sealed with blood magic. 

It was safe.

***

The scene shifted, and Emery suddenly found herself being pulled at from the navel. She suddenly emerged from the pensieve, breathing heavily as her father's memories played in her head.

Everything was clear. She just needed to find him. 

She sat on the floor, silent.

Sirius came from behind, placing an arm on her shoulder. "Cheer up," he murmured. "We'll find him. I promise."

Emery said nothing.

Sirius tugged her arm, making her stand up. He looked at his watch.

"We have five minutes before lunch," he said, grinning. "Hungry?"

Emery smiled, and took his hand, pulling him to the exit of the secret room.

"You're right," she tried to make her face look normal, so as to not worry her mother. "Let's go."

"Last one down is a chicken," she called, then rushed outside the library, leaving a smiling Sirius behind her.

a/n: Biology exam a few hours ago. went well. tomorrow statistics. i wrote this in an hour because i wanted to take a break from studying. nice and long chapter.

hope you guys enjoy, feel free to comment or drop a line in my inbox. Hope I did the French translations okay, i know barely any French.

another thing: I published a new book called ELIXIR OF REVERIES which is basically an archive. in there, i'll publish all the short stories and oneshots, as well as behind the scenes for my stories, and OCs. please request an idea so i can start writing.

until then, adios.

elsie.