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Artemis Fowl: What could have gone wrong.

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Artemis tried his very best sincere look. It was vital.

“Mulch, I know you risked your life betraying the Antonelli family, so I’d like to give you something.”

Visions of sugarplums and Ferreris’ flew through Mulch’s mind. But, he had to keep that same good guy thing going for him.

“There is no need. Really. . . . I mean,” He could not hold it in, “ There were many times where I showed incredible bravery and faced many accounts of mortal danger. . . put my life on the line for civilization. . .”

“Yeah, sure.” Artemis agreed as he untied his medalian necklace. “I know, this isn’t much but, it sure means a lot to me. . . and I’d like for you to have it. I mean, in five minutes it won’t mean much to me anyway. A little momento of our adventures.”

“Wow. . .” Mulch put on a fake smile, then half mumbled to himself. “Half an ounce of gold, Fowl. . . you really are fowl. You sure broke the bank with this chunk…..”

Artemis kept his same grin. “Sometimes,” He began, “The best things in life, aren’t about money or fame. . . .they are about lo-”

“LIKE HELL THEY ARE FOWL! Remember. . . Aurum est potestas. . . GOLD IS POWER! I MEAN LOOK AT THIS WORTHLESS PIECE OF MOLDING SCUM! HOW COULD YOU POSSIBLY CALL THIS GOLD? I MEAN WHAT THE F-”

“Mulch. . .” Artemis tried to calm him.

“AM I SOPOSED TO DO WITH THIS? . . . . WHY NOT SOME BAIL MONEY AT LEAST TO KNOCK OFF SEVERAL YEARS OFF MY SENTENCE AT LEAST?”

“Mulch. . .” Artemis tried again in a calm tone.

“I MEAN WHAT GOOD IS THIS GOING TO DO ME IF YOU DON’T EVEN REMEMBER WHO I AM, AND IF I WILL PROBABLY NEVER SEE YOU AGAIN BECAUSE I AM IMPRISONED FOR THE REST OF MY NATURAL LIFE NOT TO MENTION THE TIMESPAN OF YOURS?”

“MULCH! JUST TAKE THE DAMN THING!” He yelled in frustration.

Mulch thought for a minute. “You know,” He finally said. “I don’t like your tone . . . . . . And for that remark I may not even want it anymore.” He stepped away from Artemis.

“Mulch,” Artemis tried to regain his same calm tone. “My dear friend, trust me, this will be of great value to you.”

“SHORT!” Root bellowed. “Bring me the medallion.”

“Commander, this is just the medallion that I gave Artemis myself last year.” Holly voiced handing Root the necklace.

“Well, I guess that would be good to get rid of, it’s like two birds with one stone. . . because the medallion could have triggered Artemis’ memory.” He paused briefly looking deeply into Artemis’ calm expression. “Very well, he may keep it.” He said shortly and handed the necklace to Artemis.

Artemis held the medallion in a tight fist and thrusted it toward Mulch. Mulch finally gave in a took the P.O.S. present.

“Uh, Artemis. . .” Mulch began opening his hand. Artemis’ heart skipped a beat. “I think you gave me this piece of paper by accident.” He handed the folded note to Artemis. All, if any, color drained Artemis’ pasty, white face.

“Short, bring it to me!’’ Root bellowed sounding nervous. Holly took the paper and brought it to her Commander.

“MULCH…. YOU IDIOT!” Artemis spoke through gritted teeth.

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***This idea just came to me while I was drifting off to sleep. I actually forced myself to get out of my soft, cozy bed just to write this down so I could write a story about it. This is taking place in year five at Hogwarts and was actually written before Half Blood Prince.

A Very Hogwarts Halloween

A large crowd gathered around the Gryffindor Common Room Announcement board. Harry and Ron descended down the staircase too tired to really care, though Hermione stirred their attention.

“Ron, Harry! Come look!” Hermione shouted at them.

Ron and Harry made their way slowly toward her, taking their time with each tired step. Hermione rolled her eyes.

“Honestly you too! If you wouldn’t have spent half the night playing Wizard Chess you could have gotten a descent night’s sleep.”

“Aw, pipe down Hermione! The last thing we need’s a lecture from you.” Ron threw in bitterly as he rubbed his eyes. Hermione looked like she was about to say something when Harry changed the subject.

“What’s all the fuss about?” He inquired.

“Oh, well,” Her expression changed to that of utter glee. “The Halloween feast is going to be different this year. We are going to actually go Trick-or-Treating and we get to dress up as well! The American Society of Sorcery Club petitioned for the third year in a row to Dumbledore for this and I guess this year he just caved in. Isn’t this exciting?” Harry and Ron shared a long yawn, then Harry felt Hermione’s piercing gaze on him.

“Oh, yeah. . . .great.” Harry said nudging Ron in the ribs. Hermione’s gaze fastened on Ron.

Ron had a bewildered look on his face. “Why would anyone name their club the American Society of Sorcery?”

“Why does it matter?” Harry asked.

“Well, funny thing. . . .it’s kinda like spew in a way. . .”

“Ron, how many times must I tell you? It’s S.P.E.W. not spew!” Hermione interrupted.

“As always at least once more.” Ron replied. Hermione rolled her eyes. “Anyway,” He continued. “When you put American Society of Sorcery together. . . . it spells. . . well, it spells ass.” He said with a chuckle. “I mean, they must have contacted Hermione for help on that one.” He and Harry doubled over laughing. Hermione shot them both one more piercing look.

“Haha, very funny Ron.” She said sarcastically. “Now,” She continued in a tone of seriousness. “I was thinking that we should all dress up as House Elves and make a statement about S.P.E.W.”

“Well, actually I don’t think sending Harry and I Trick-or-Treating in nothing but a pillowcase is such a good idea. . . . not that we would not get plenty of extra candy for that but just the general idea of Harry and Me going Trick-or-Treating together like that. . . .well, we might get some weird rumors about well, Harry and Me Trick-or-Treating in Pillowcases. Not that we would have anything against going Trick-or- Treating with you in. . . in just a pillowcase, I mean, no complaints there.”

“Fine then. You can both be whoever you want to be and I will go and represent S.P.E.W. myself and I am sure that Seamus would love to help me.” Hermione turned to walk away.

Ron’s anger flared. “Seamus! What’s he got to do with spew anyway?”

“Well, for starters he calls it S.P.E.W.” She retorted.

“Fine then,” Ron began. “What then does Seamus have to do with S.P.E.W. then?”

“Well, he has been more supportive then the both of you.”

“More supportive?” Ron began to turn scarlet. “More supportive?” He obviously was having trouble with the right words. Harry rolled his eyes. What else is new? He thought, Hermione and Ron having a row in the common room. It’s not like that has never happened before. He noticed Neville sitting on the couch by the fireplace reading a magazine and decided to join him.

“What are you reading Neville?” Harry asked.

“Oh, Hi Harry. This is magazine my Gram just mailed to me. It’s all about real life monsters and stuff. It’s really cool actually. And if I find one that I really like I can, hopefully, do the Animorphis Charm and look like it for Trick-or-Treating this year. There is supposed to be a costume contest and all.” Harry sat down next to him as Neville began to show Harry the pictures.

“Here is Tonto, the half Moose, half Lock Ness Monster. . . .not that pretty of a site. That one looks too difficult.” He pointed to the opposite page.

“Oh, and this one is Quazi Modo, the Hunchback of Notre Dame. Gram said he was a real trouble back in the 50′s.” He flipped the page.

“This one is Medusa, the snake-haired lady. . .though I think Ginny already is going to be her.” He moved on to the opposite page.

“Ew, this one reminds me of Pansy Parkinson.” He pointed to a rather hideous picture of a girl who might have broken the lens for this photo. “I pity the poor man who had to look at that long enough to take a picture of. . . that.” He gripped the next page without turning it just yet. “This next one gives me the creeps, Gram has told me lots of stories about this guy.”

He turned the page and the headline read: Erik, still alive? Below it was a drawn picture of a man holding a mask in his hands, then Harry raised his eyes up and saw his face. Harry felt the hairs on his neck stand straight up. The man’s face, if you could call that a face, was heavily deformed. He bore several holes along his face, his left eye partially hanging out, and a chunk from his nose was missing, which strangely reminded Harry of Moody. The man’s eyes appeared to be staring at the floor, they looked sad really. Harry thought it looked as though he had lost everything and still was loosing more. . . that he had suffered all the sadness in the world and was still suffering.

“Gram told me she is sure that he is still alive. That they spot him every year all around the world. She even told me right before we took off on the Hogwart’s Express that he had been spotted that morning in London. . . .What do you reckon, Harry? Do you want to be him? I could help you with the Animorphis Charm if you like.” Harry felt a strange, overwhelming urge to help this poor man. He seemed so familiar to him. “Here,” Neville said as he tore out the picture. “You can keep it. I don’t really want to see his picture again. So you can have it. I’d be really cool actually if you were him, because he would be someone no one else would probably be.” He thrusted the picture into Harry’s hands.

Harry gazed into the picture, Why does he look so familiar if I have never seen him before? He thought. “Yeah, thanks Neville.” Neville smiled. He so rarely got an opportunity where he was able to help others. Harry folded up the picture and placed it in his pocket.

“Harry!” Ron yelled. “Let’s get to breakfast I’m starving!”

“Yeah, all right.” Harry answered joining Hermione and Ron at the portrait hole.

***Yeah, yeah short chapter. But I already started on the next chapter so there should be another one shortly. But I am interested in your thoughts so pretty please review. Have a lovely day!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Phantom. Phantom of the Opera belongs to Gaston Leroux and Andrew Lloyd Webber. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gaston_Leroux & thephantomoftheopera.com.

This really was a real dream I had. I changed and added very few things. It originally was where it was actually Michael Crawford who was the dad and it was way more of a comedy but I took it in the other direction. . . . I figured this would be better.

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Dinner With The Phantom

It all started on the first day of school. A boy I would normally overlook asked if he could borrow my pen. . . . I never got that pen back. After that he asked for a piece of paper, and before you know it we were swapping phone numbers! That’s what you get for giving a boy you normally wouldn’t say yes to phone number. Lesson learned.

James and I went on a date to the movies and saw the new Pirates movie and on the way home we talked about important things to me, and, as I found out, to him as well: Books, Politics, School, and College soon to come. He was a very intelligent boy and always had an un-quenchable thirst for knowledge, so like myself. He walked me kindly to my door and we had that nervous moment when both parties are not sure whether they should high-five or make out on the doorstep. Well, he was very polite and very shy but I knew he really wanted to kiss me. I knew he really liked me, but I just felt that at that time I could not really return the same feelings, at that time. . . . Though I could not refuse a good kiss.

He began to blush quite a lot, and I decided it would probably be best to avoid further humiliation for him so I should thank him, once more and return to my warm home. But, as I opened my mouth to say something he slowly stepped toward me, brushed my cheek with his fingertips and kissed me gently on the cheek. Before I could react he got into his car and drove away.

Later the next week a delivery guy showed up with three dozen red roses and a note that begged me to go to Homecoming Dance with him. Of course I said yes.

The week before Homecoming I went shopping. My Mom and found a very beautiful, very slimming, black gown! I also found some really sexy black shoes to go with the dress. I went and got my nails and my hair done for the occasion, my hair up in an elegant knot on the back of my head with lots of glitter and jewels. By the time I was ready for James to pick me up, I felt just like a princess. It’s amazing what three hours will do for you.

James knocked on my door promptly at seven. My Mom got the door and introduced herself to him. My Mom told me James was here.I slowly made my way down the stairway, smiling sweetly at James. James beamed up at me and blushed considerably, which then caused me to blush. My Mom had tears as James put my corsage on, and I on him. She took several rolls of film before she was satisfied that we could leave. James kindly opened the door for me and outside was a white stretch limo. He took my hand and guided me to it. He said that he was going to take me to his parents’ house for dinner and then to the dance afterward. We said nothing the entire drive, we just stared at each other and smiled and blushed a lot. We pulled up to a giant house on the hill in one of the most exquisite streets in the state. It looked to me like the White House. The limo stopped there and James took my hand and escorted me out of the car.

“Whoa! This is your house?” I asked.

“Yeah.” He replied, as he opened the door looking a bit nervous.

“You. . . . you, look beautiful.” He said finally. I blushed.

“You look hott yourself.” I replied, and I meant it. We laughed a minute, before he opened the door, that nervous look filled his face again.

I felt like I had entered the Buchanan’s house from The Great Gatsby. The entire house was a very decorative white, with pearl colored drapes in every room. And complete with a very expensive-looking large chandelier in the main hall. The house smelled like sweet vanilla, and seemed tall enough to continue till it reached heaven. A man in a black and white suit appeared, he asked if he could take our coats, then asked is politely to follow him to the Dining Room.

The Dining Room, if possible, was more exquisite than the Main Hall. There was a long glass table that looked fit enough for a king and his court, covered in many long candles, and there were white silk chairs surrounding the table. James held my hand and ushered me to my seat, and pushed my chair in. He sat in the chair next to me.

“All right?” He asked me smiling. I nodded giving him a quick smile. “My parents should be along any moment, then I can introduce you.” He said sounding a little upset. I was going to ask him what was wrong until. “Monsieur,” He said addressing the servant who took our coats, “Will you tell my parents we have arrived?” “Yes, sir.” Was his reply as he sped off in the other room. I have to say, seeing James this formal to others is pretty weird, I mean, he was always polite, and treated girls nice and opened doors and everything, but never this extreme. He must only do it around his house, I guessed.

A moment later the gold doors opened and in came a tall man with a very beautiful woman. The man wore an all black suit and carried himself in a very powerful way. The woman was very beautiful, she wore a very pretty red dress, her blond hair was tied bun on the back of her head. James stood up immediately to greet his parents, I did the same, I guess it is one of those formal things again.

” You must be the girl James has been telling us about.” The man said smiling as he took my hand to shake, which was ice cold and that sensation continued until it filled my entire body. He never broke eye contact with me.

“Father,” James addressed him, “this is Brittina, this is my mother, Emily, and my father. . . . . Erik”

“James, so this is the girl you can’t stop talking about, well she’s lovely.” Emily said also shaking my hand.

“Very pleased to finally meet you.” Erik said in a French accent, He continued to watch me. I tried to say something, like “Nice pile of bricks you got here.” Or “What’s for dinner, I’m starving.” Or even “Pleased to meet you.” But, silence seemed to suit me better.

“So, Brittina.” Erik said eyeing James with a look of distaste. “How long have you known James for?”

I tried to think, my mind felt very cloudy. “Oh. . . . well, mostly just since school started this year. . . .” I tried to gather my thoughts. “We have three classes together and since both of our last names end with ‘J’ we sit next to each other. . . .” Something inside me urged me to continue. “. . . . but, I had seen him around since my Sophomore year, I guess, we just never really knew each other very well until this year.” Erik eyed James again, James turned his head to face his father, their eyes bored into each other for several moments. James finally broke the connection.

“Let’s eat, shall we.” James took my hand and led me to my chair and pushed me in. He sat back in his chair again, never taking his eyes off his father, who sat in front of me, and Emily sat in front of James. I looked around the table absentmindedly at Erik, who just seemed to draw me in. . . . . My mind seemed to turn cloudy again and every rational thought seemed to leave me, leave me in darkness, but I was not afraid, I was intrigued. . . . . something, someone stepped on my foot, a shiver ran down my spine. I looked at James, who was eyeing me with great care.

“Are you alright?” He asked placing his hand on my back, he must have seen me shiver. I nodded weakly. He then glanced over at his father.

The servants carried in the first course, and set down my plate first. I was going to take a sip of one of my four glasses placed before me but James took, my hand and mouthed, “wait” I thought that taking a sip before everyone had their plates was hardly rude, but I waited nonetheless.

Erik took a sip of his wine once everyone had their plates, I then decided it was okay to eat. There was a strange, unceasing, tension in the air between James and his father, which, I’m sure, was felt by everyone in the room.

“So, James.” Erik said dryly. “What are your plans this evening?” Even though it sounded as though he didn’t care.

“Well, father.” James said in that same tone, his father had said his name. “We are obviously going to attend the dance, then,” He added sweetly to me, “we will see what fun awaits us.”

“Where will you be going?” Emily asked firmly.

“Well. . . .” James started, looking at me, staring deeply into my eyes. “Wherever Brittina wishes to go.” I could not resist a smile, which in turn caused him to smile as well.

“Brittina,” Erik spoke, saying my name as though it were an angel’s name, my face turned toward him. “and where will you wish to go?”

“Uh,” My mind seemed fuzzy again. “I. . . I. . .” I felt myself blush. “I. . . don’t. . .know, where. . . . wherever James wants to. . . I’m not sure.” . . . . . I was floating into beautiful swirling darkness, a cold breeze tickled my face. I lost myself within it. A sweet song filled my mind, the voice of an angel, as the darkness overtook me, told me to follow it, told me to never be afraid of it, to never resist it. . . . . . the darkness parted, James rested his hand on top of mine that was resting on my chair. He was looking at me, his eyes were full of sadness, and fear. I did not understand it.

The servants were clearing the first course out and bringing out the second course. I noticed that, again, my plate was brought first. But then Erik’s was next, then Emily’s, then James’ was last. Which seemed a bit strange to me considering how much easier it would have been to bring James’ after mine because of the long walk around the long, large table. I waited for everyone before taking a sip from one of my four glasses. James’ hand still rested upon mine, I dared not move it because James might get the wrong idea, so James ate with his left hand, until his father gave him a threatening look, and James put down his fork and stopped eating rather than move his hand. I watched Erik eat, he did it with such grace, such power. He looked at me . . . . my mind started to become cloudy again. . . . James’ grip tightened on my hand. Emily was now giving Erik and strange look, but Erik never stopped looking at me.

James looked at his watch. “We better be on our way.” He stood up, so did Erik at the same time, Emily stayed put. “We should leave.” He said to me, still holding my hand, but resting his eyes upon Erik instead of me.

“Perhaps you should.” Emily said, her eyes fixed upon me. James urged me to stand up, his hand was still in mine. Erik’s eyes fixed on mine once more.

“Perhaps we will soon meet again, Brittina.” Erik said, James pulled me upward, urging me to hurry as the servant handed us our coats, James put mine on me as the door closed behind us. A maniac laugh filled the air as James pushed me in the limo.

To be continued. . . . . . . . .

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HARRY POTTER AND THE SURVIVOR CHALLENGE:

Chapter One:

The excitement level in the Great Hall was greater than any time Harry could remember…..with the exception of last year and the Triwizard Tournament. It seemed that all the attention was not focused on the next meal, but on Albus Dumbledore. Harry Potter was making his way toward the Gryffindor table, when he noticed Ron and Hermione coming down the Grand Staircase, not far from the Great Hall. He walked over to meet them.

“All right there Harry?” Ron said, while at the same time he gave a loud, long yawn. Harry nodded to him.

“You know Ron, if you hadn’t stayed up so late playing Wizard’s Chess you could have got some sleep.” Hermione stated. “Hermione, I don’t need you policing me every move I make.” Ron said.Just then Draco Malfoy and his flying monkeys were walking down the staircase. They were laughing about something. Ron began clenching his fists. He knew what they would be laughing about.

“Hey Weasley,” Malfoy called, “You know, you can’t make your family look any better by trying to get a Mudblood Girlfriend. And even then if she shoots you down, no other girl would want to touch you because of the Mudblood cooties you now have….Not that any girl in the right mind would ever want to come in contact with a person from a family as pathetic as yours.”

Malfoy and his group were doubled over laughing. Ron exploded. Hermione tried to hold him back but it was no use. Within seconds Ron was nearly at Malfoy’s heals. Crabbe and Goyle shot right out in front of Malfoy as though they were trained to, just like dogs. But that couldn’t stop Ron….he had waited too long for this. He shoved Crabbe and Goyle out of the way with all the force he had…and miraculously they fell face first on the ground! He then took Malfoy, whose skin color was now paler then ever and who now had a look of pure terror on his face and hit him as hard and as accurate as he could. Malfoy flew across the room! He yelped out in pain. Hermione and Harry were now at Ron’s side. Crabbe and Goyle had deserted him.

“Ron STOP!” Hermione pleaded.

Malfoy stood up, gathered all his strength and wiped a small trickle of blood that was trailing down his chin. His cold gray eyes seemed to be glowing with malice. Though it was obvious he was in great pain though he tried hard not to show it. He started towards Ron.

“Is that all you’ve got Weasley?” He continued to gain ground on Ron. “I bet you Mudblood over there has never thrown a punch before and she could still kick your ass.” He smiled, his teeth were drenched with blood. He let the impression of his words sink in….. he felt rather impressed with his work. His teeth were covered with blood, though he still gained ground on Ron. It’s too simple, Malfoy thought. Ron clenched his teeth…it took a great deal of control for Ron to not walk up to Malfoy and shatter every bone in his body.

“No Malfoy, I just thought that I should take it particularly easy on someone as weak as you.” Ron shot back. He too, took a moment to enjoy the words as they begun to sting into Malfoy’s skin.

Malfoy’s expression changed, he really had underestimated Ron. Harry grinned, Hermione herself could not fight back a distinct grin….though she should not approve of such behavior. The connection between Malfoy and Ron’s eyes did not break. Finally Malfoy spoke:

“I’ll see you on Hogwarts Grounds at midnight, Weasley.”

“Wouldn’t miss another opportunity to kick your ass Malfoy.” Ron shot back.

Malfoy looked enraged. He had underestimated him. He wiped off the remaining blood trailing down his face and started toward the Great Hall. Hermione seemed still too stunned to say anything. Usually she would be appalled that Ron would even be considering to fight Malfoy. So Harry felt he should.

“Nice work Ron, well….I’m starving…let’s eat.” Harry realized it was probably not the right way to put things but who was really keeping score?

When all the plates were finally cleared at breakfast, Dumbledore usually arose to give a brief speech about today’s daily events and instruct the Prefects’ to pass out the daily schedules. Though today was different….

“As I am sure that many of you are now aware of what is going to happen at Hogwarts this year. And I am sure that some of you have been misinformed or not informed at all about certain things. So I would advise you to pay close attention to what I am about to say….

“I am sure that some of you do watch the Muggle Television. And there is a certain show that I would like to speak on. The show has only been around for a few short years and is titled Survivor. It is mainly aired in the United States, but has been adopted to Great Britain not long after the first series in the United States. The show takes place on a remote area of the world and has various different physical competitions. Well, just last year following the Triwizard Tournament the producers of Muggle Television in the UK came to meet with Cornelus Fudge and the Ministry and decided that recent polls showed how popular the show had been with the Wizard World and that people had wished that there were Wizard shows that they could watch. So they agreed upon making a Survivor-based show but with the survival skills a Wizard needs thrown into this situation. There will be twelve persons selected to compete. Anyone will be allowed to submit their name into the Cauldron, that includes teachers. Though I advise you to take caution with this….if indeed you are selected to compete there is no turning back. And I also advise you not to try to enter your name more than once. If indeed you do this, all your other slips of parchment with your name on it will be taken out and the Cauldron will not allow you to submit your name again.” Dumbledore’s eyes glanced over to Fred and George, who tried to bear the most innocent expression they could.

The backdoors swung open. Filch was wheeling in an enormous midnight-black Cauldron that barely fit through the doors! It was a quite struggle but eventually he made it to the center of the room and nearly fell on the floor. He was covered in sweat and gasping for breath.

“Thank you Argus.” Dumbledore said politely. And Filch just left the room as fast as he could before Dumbledore gave him another grueling chore.

“You may place your slips of parchment with your name on them in the Cauldron beginning now until the Halloween Feast. I should also make you aware that a few Ministry Officials will be at Hogwarts for a short time…..” Dumbledore fell silent for a moment. “Well, enjoy your lessons today. And one more item: Mr. Filch has asked me to extend his list of illegal objects in Hogwarts to Breathing Dragon Busters, Fire-Fizz Powder, and flaming bags of poop that seem to end up on his doorstep every night.” Fred and George again tried to maintain their innocence.

******NEXT CHAPTER: I finished it but I think I will wait and see what you guys think before I post it just in case I decide to change something…..! So I am thinking either Friday, February. 7th or Saturday, February. 8th……. Reviewers RULE!!!!!!

ALSO: I want to know who you want to see for the contestants….remember teachers go too…………maybe Lupin could com back? Or Dumbledore would have to go? (probably not but, you tell me.) Or maybe you want Fred and George? Or whatever else you want lemme know!