Please leave a review and a stone if you're enjoying it, that would motivate me to write more.
I'm writing this mainly for practice, plus English isn't my native language.
Someone asked me if there will be adult scenes and the answer is that very possibly yes. The goal of this fanfic is for me to improve as a writer, and to do that I have to experiment with different scenarios and writing styles.
Thank you so much for reading and please be patient with me.
Once I have developed my own style, I will surely rewrite these first chapters.
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31 July 1988
Dublin, Fowl Manor
The first thing I have to say after seeing Juliet in a maid's outfit is simply, wow.
I mean, a white girl, blonde, 18 years old, kind, good-hearted and with an athletic body due to her martial arts training.
I swear I don't have any fetish for athletic women like Korra from Avatar.
Dressed in a maid uniform with a short skirt and white stockings.
Thank God she's the version from the novels and not the 12-year-old girl from the film.
"Neoth, happy birthday."
"Thanks, Jules, it's always nice to see you when I wake up, especially on my birthday."
If I remember correctly, in the future she becomes a professional fighter, I think to myself as I revel in the sight of her body. One of the most impressive things about my new mind is that just by looking at her, I have been able to create a mental image of her in countless nude poses.
"Let me help you get dressed, Neoth."
I nod, and she helps me change my clothes and put on my black suit and jacket. Yes, you heard right, a tailor-made suit for an 8-year-old boy.
As she helps me get dressed, I can smell her perfume, and all I can do is complain about not being a few years older. Damn the author!
(You'll be 5 years old in the next chapter.)
But the author is wise and magnanimous, so for some reason beyond our comprehension, he chose to reincarnate me at the age of 8.
"I've prepared your breakfast in the dining room, and since today is your birthday, you'll have cake for dinner and anything else you want to eat," she says after helping me get dressed.
"Are you on the menu?" I say mischievously.
"Oh, you're so sweet~, Neoth," she says as she pinches my cheek lightly and laughs.
She'll see in a few years whether or not I'm sweet. For now, I have to check what changes there are compared to the original Harry Potter world.
Besides, I can't stop thinking about all that gold the goblins have in Gringotts.
During the journey to the dining room, I keep admiring the hallways of the Fowl manor, which are almost 1000 years old.
The main part is Fowl Castle, built on limestone.
The centerpiece of Fowl Estate is a restored castle dating from the late Middle Ages and early modern period. The manor has withstood wars, civil unrest, and various tax audits.
Fowl Manor is just an hour from Dublin. It is not visible from the main road, as it is hidden by oak trees and a parallelogram of five-meter-high crenellated stone walls. The doors are made of reinforced steel and electrified with cameras at the top of their pillars. The security system at Fowl Manor was recently updated by me less than a year ago.
The castle walls are 5 meters high and 1 meter thick. It was built overlooking the lower area on all sides to prevent enemies from sneaking up on them. It still retains its original watchtowers and walkways. The manor was finally transformed into a proper mansion in the 18th century, when my great-great-grandfather added a good number of rooms.
Fowl Manor is about 200 acres and was built by Lord Hugh Fowl.
If I remember correctly, Fowl Manor is based on Loftus Hall in Wexford, Ireland.
The hallways and rooms are decorated with countless family portraits and paintings, mainly focused on themes such as fairies, dragons, and cauldrons of gold.
If I remember correctly, the Fowls have a huge obsession with goblin cauldrons of gold. I hope there isn't an old family feud with the goblins of Gringotts.
After arriving at the dining room, a room where up to 30 people can easily eat, the first thing I see is Domovoi Butler standing next to a large table with my breakfast and several newspapers.
But how could I not see Butler? He's almost two metres tall, and it's said that his arms could break a tiger's back, but in the books he did it with a bloody troll.
"Good morning, master. How are you this pleasant morning?" Butler says professionally as Jules leaves the room to do her chores. The truth is that she single-handedly keeps this house clean. Definitely the first thing I have to get are house elves so she doesn't have to work so hard.
"Fine, as always. Any interesting news this morning?" From what I remember, there is no record of wizards in this world except for the legends my mother told me about fairies, dragons, and other magical things. As far as I can remember from the books, it was because Fowl Manor was located on the nucleus of a Ley Line, like Hogwarts itself.
"As for our stock market values, they are doing well. Your prediction about the stock market crash last year saved us from huge losses in the market. The stock markets are still just as bad."
Black Monday or Black Tuesday, depending on where you live, 19 October 1987, Artemis Fowl's intellect saved me from a significant loss.
"And our other businesses?" I ask now that Jules is gone.
"The Cézanne, Van Gogh and Jongkind from the heist in Amsterdam arrived in the country last night and are currently stored in your private collection."
Yes, now I remember that in May I went on holiday to Amsterdam and after explaining my intentions to the Stedelijk Museum in a letter signed under the name of Lupin III to take a couple of souvenirs with me, they were kind enough to allow me to take them without too much trouble, but unfortunately those works took a while to arrive in the country, damn security checks, which in the end are useless.
"Okay, very well. I have a couple of jobs. I need a couple of men who live near specific areas of England or pass through them frequently to give me a detailed report on a couple of things."
"That shouldn't be a problem. We have a lot of people in England."
"The addresses are number 4 Privet Drive in Little Whinging, Surrey, and the Leaky Cauldron on Charing Cross Road. Be very careful at number 4 Privet Drive, as there may be a lot of hidden surveillance. A list of the people who live there and a brief physical description will suffice. As for the Leaky Cauldron, just take a quick look and tell me your opinions about the place."
"Understood, boss," he says, sounding a little surprised, although I'm not surprised. I've asked him to keep an eye on an ordinary family and a pub. These aren't the typical jobs I give him, but they're not the strangest I've asked him to do either.
While Butler goes to carry out my request, I have breakfast, concentrating on my thoughts and plans.
Any novice reincarnate would first cast a Lumos spell upon arriving in this universe to check whether or not they are a wizard, but here's the problem: I have verified that the Statute of Secrecy is still in force, but I don't know how the war with Voldemort ended, or even if in this version of Harry Potter the Inquisition hunted down all the wizards and continues to do so. This could mean that a simple Lumos spell would bring me a visit from the Death Eaters, the Inquisition, or another group that currently controls the magical tracking system.
"I'm very tempted, to be honest, and there's also the possibility that the magic used in this mansion is undetectable due to the Ley Line. If it were just a visit from an Irish Auror, how nice everything would be," I sighed with resignation and a little impatience as I finished my breakfast.
At that moment, the door opened and Butler appeared.
"Boss, I already have a report on the two addresses."
"So fast?"
"Yes, it seems we have a man who lives there, as well as another who works at Grunnings, the same company that Vernon Dursley, the owner of that house, works for. As for the Leaky Cauldron, we have many men who have passed by, but for some reason, until I mentioned it to them, they said it was very strange, considering how unusual the place is."
"As if he wasn't there a second ago?"
"His exact words were, 'It wasn't there until you told me it was there.' Sir, I understand that the Leaky Cauldron is a rather strange place, but Vernon Dursley seems like a fairly ordinary bloke, a bit unpleasant, but ordinary."
"Read me the reports. I'll decide whether it's important or not."
"Understood, boss. Four people live at number 4 Privet Drive: Vernon and Petunia Dursley, who bought the house in 1977, along with their son Dudley and their niece. But the strange thing is that almost no one has ever seen this girl. Vernon's co-worker knows about her because he's always bragging about how he takes care of his orphaned niece, whose drunk parents were killed in a car accident. Meanwhile, our man who lives in the area says he has only seen her a couple of times in passing. She hardly ever leaves the house unless it is to go to school. In the end, we had to resort to one of our colleagues at the registry office in London to find out something about her. Her name is Harriet James Potter, daughter of Lily Potter, née Evans, and James Potter. I have this photo of her from the school records at St. Gregory's Primary School."
Looking at the photo, I see a girl with glasses, about 8 years old, with green eyes, long dark red hair and a kind of mark on her forehead that is half hidden under her hair.
"Does that look like a scar to you, Butler?"
"Yes, that or a birthmark. It's not very clear because it's hidden by her hair."
This practically confirms that the noseless man lost the war, but it also means that there is probably a pervert living near Harriet with a very obsessive and unhealthy love for her mother.
Plans begin to form in my head. Gaining Harriet's loyalty is very important, and there is a high possibility that no one has shown her any kindness until now.
But it is very possible that Severus Snape is currently watching over her, apart from Arabella Doreen Figg. The Squib is easy: an elderly woman living alone and an attempted robbery gone wrong, and that's it. As for Snape, we just have to wait for the school year to start.
Child protection will take care of the Dursleys themselves, as long as they treat Harriet the same as Harry, and if not, a few coins will solve everything.
"Sir, you've been sitting there thinking for a while," Butler's voice pulls me out of my thoughts.
"I know, and I'm sure you're armed and ready to fight right now."
"I always am, but are we expecting trouble?" he says, reaching for his holster without a tremor in his voice.
"Most likely not, but there is a possibility of trouble," I say with a slight smile.
Well, as they say, nothing ventured, nothing gained. Remember, the trick is mental image, intention, and magical energy.
"Lumos," I say as I raise my hand and imagine a large sphere of white light.
"Sir, what—" Butler doesn't have time to finish his sentence, as before his eyes he sees a sphere the size of his head forming and projecting a white light.
After a few seconds, the light goes out and Butler looks like he's seen a ghost.
"Okay, now we wait a little while. If an owl or a person arrives at the house claiming to be part of the Irish Ministry of Magic, you let them in, understood?"
"Yes, I think so, sir, but what was that?"
"Magic."
"Magic?"
"Magic."
"Understood, sir, so magic is real," he says, already composed as if he had said something completely logical.
"You won't doubt it."
"If you say magic exists, I believe you. Even if you said the earth was flat, I would believe you. That's what being a Butler is all about."