HELLO! So, welcome to the sequel to LITL, but you don't have to read that unless you want to! Some things unfold a bit different here, and if you have any questions, just PM me!

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER, HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON, OR RISE OF THE GUARDIANS.

Prologue: The Meeting

To say Jackson Overland Frost was nervous was an extreme understatement. He and his mother flitted across the house, making sure all the necessary items were tucked away neatly in his trunk and ready to leave for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Yes, the day had come.

His little sister, Emma, stood at the edge of her crib, gripping the bars excitedly as she bounced lightly on the thin mattress that was under her feet. The excitement was in the air and everyone could feel it.

"You think that's everything?" Jack asked, looking at his mom as he hauled Emma out of her crib and set her on his hip. His mother laughed lightly.

"I think so," She said. "If you need anything, just send me an owl and I'll get it for you." His mother informed him with a kiss on the forehead, taking Emma from his arms. He crinkled his nose a little at her kiss, and pouted slightly at the loss of his sister, but other than that, he laughed.

"Right mom," he said with a smile. There was no use in arguing with her, and he wanted his departure to be a happy one.

"So, get your trunk and let's go! We're going to be late!" His mother said, sending him running into his room and lugging his trunk out into the front room. He tugged it to his side as he stood next to his mother. Emma giggled, and reached over to pet Jack's snow white hair. He laughed, and attempted to bat her off as his mother held her wand in her hand…

And turned.

With the feeling of being shoved into a pipe that was too small and having the oxygen forced out of your lungs, Jack, his mother, and Emma Apparated*, straight to Platform 9 ¾ at King's Cross Station. Jack's feet hit the floor, and he took a gasp of the warm air that was now around him. People were everywhere, and the noise was astoundingly loud. He looked to his mother, who set Emma onto her own two feet. Then she hugged her son.

"You're going to be fine, alright, Jack?" She said, her voice conveying a level of sincerity that Jack knew wasn't fake. "You're going to make all new friends, and you're going to be great in your classes…"

"I'm going to miss you," Jack said, hugging his mother tightly. "And Emma!" He said, breaking away to gather up Emma in his arms, who was too overwhelmed to wander away. She laughed loudly as he kissed her cheeks incessantly. "I'm going to miss you so much!"

"Jack!" Emma said, barely getting the word out through her laughs. He chuckled, setting her down on her feet.

"You have your wand?" His mother asked.

"Yes, mom." He mused.

"And your schoolbooks?" She asked.

"I'm pretty sure we went over this before we left." Jack pointed out with a cheeky smile on his face. His mother reached out and pinched his cheeks, a smile on her face.

"I don't need the sass, mister." She said, kissing his forehead lightly. "Go on, it's going to leave without you."

Jack whipped around at the sound of a train whistle, and that's when he noticed the huge scarlet Hogwarts Express. He let out a gasp, and looked back at his mom. She already had Emma on her hip, and she gestured to the train. He smiled.

"Bye mom!" He said. "I love you!" With that, he gathered up his trunk and hauled it to the train, maneuvering the cumbersome thing up the stairs and into the narrow hallway. He knew he wouldn't be able to get to a window to wave good-bye to his mom and sister, judging by the crowd that gathered near the windows, but he was sure they would understand. The train lurched considerably, and they were off, moving at speeds that were impossible for any Muggle train.

Getting through the crowd was difficult at best, but he managed. It was only until someone bumped into him that he stumbled into a compartment by accident, one that was practically full, mind you. The students inside seemed a million years older than Jack himself and they looked at him confusedly.

"Hi, I'm Jack," the white-haired first-year greeted. "Mind if I sit with you lot?" He asked, a smile on his face.

"Sure," Someone answered, scooting over on the bench and making room for him.

"So, first-year, right?" Another asked.

"Yup," Jack responded.

"Know any spells?"

"Um…"

"Come on, I'll teach you one." The person closest to the window offered, standing up and pulling their wand out of their pockets. Jack stood up slower, pulling his wand out of his cloak with some difficulty (his mother made sure he was already changed into his robes before they set off).

"Get ready," someone whispered, but Jack ignored them. The door behind him slid open, but his eyes remained stubbornly fixed on the person who was teaching him.

"Okay, this one's really simple, and it'll help you in a fight," the guy said. Jack nodded. "Repeat after me: Stupefy!"**

"Stupefy!" Jack echoed.

"Good, now for the wand movements… it's going to be rigid like this." Suddenly, the guy jerked his hand out, pointing the tip of his wand directly at Jack's chest. Jack mimicked the movements.

"Ooh, looks like Sandy'll have a good one this year," someone said. Jack smiled proudly.

"Now, do it." The guy said with a smile. Jack took a deep breath.

"Stupefy!" He said, his wand jerking out in front of him, a blast of white light nearly blinding him. But that didn't prevent him from seeing the bolt of light travel towards the guy who was teaching him… and it didn't prevent him from seeing the guy move his wand in an arc-like motion. Suddenly, the blast was rebounding onto him, hitting him full in the chest.

Jack felt himself tumbled backwards, his cloak getting wrapped around him. Curiously enough, he could move. He stopped tumbling, and Jack couldn't think properly. The strange effects wore off, and he popped up into a sitting position, smiling.

"Hey, look guys! Someone was in there!" The people in the other compartment laughed loudly. Jack looked around to see an auburn haired kid with a plethora of freckles, and forest green eyes. His hand was outstretched, as if he was going to touch him, but he quickly put his hand back in his lap. His nervousness was endearing, and Jack gave him a smile.

"Good one, guys!" Jack said, getting up and closing the door, sealing himself and the auburn-haired boy into the compartment. "Oh, um, do you mind? I don't really want to be with them."

"Oh, n-no, it's fine." He said. "P-please, by all means." The kid gestured to the seat in front of him. Jack sat down, and then immediately leaned forward, holding his hand out to the kid.

"I'm Jack." He said. The kid reached out and shook his hand, which was also sprinkled with its fair share of freckles.

"Hiccup," he greeted.

"Whoa, really?" Jack asked, sitting back and looking at him. Hiccup, looked at his feet uncertainly and then back up at Jack, nodding slightly. "That's a really cool name!" Jack exclaimed, laughing a bit.

"O-oh, thanks… I mean…" Hiccup stuttered. "Usually people just laugh at me."

"No, seriously, that's cool. And that's coming from the guy named Jack Frost." Jack informed him, laughing at his own expense. Hiccup laughed a little, and Jack decided that he really like the sound.

"That's really your name?" Hiccup asked. "You're named after a winter sprite?" Jack laughed again.

"Well, yeah," he said, "winter's like the best season ever."

"I would disagree," Hiccup said. "I would say summer's the best."

"Oh, that's a total lie," Jack said. "You can't have snowball fights in the summer!" Hiccup laughed, and shook his head at him.

"Well, you can't sit outside and tell stories by the fire in winter!" Hiccup protested. "Your arms will fall off!"

"Touché." Jack said, sitting back in his seat. The door slid open gently, and a guy about Jack's age peeked through the door. His hair was blonde and slightly spiky, his brown eyes reflecting apprehension in every aspect. "Hey!" Jack said cheerily, waving at him.

"Uh, hi." The boy greeted. "Mind if I sit here?" He came in and shut the door. Hiccup nodded, and Jack laughed and scooted over so the newcomer could sit.

"Not at all," Jack said, holding his hand out. "Jack."

"Hiccup," He said, mimicking Jack and shaking hands with the new kid.

"Um, I'm Xavier," the kid said, his hair going a practically platinum-blond color. Jack and Hiccup's eyes grew wide, and Xavier covered his face with his hands. "Dang it…" he mumbled.

"That was so awesome!" Jack exclaimed.

"Oh, man, that was cool!" Hiccup said. Xavier looked at them as if they were crazy.

"Are you guys serious?" Xavier asked.

"Yeah!" Jack and Hiccup yelled at the same time. They looked at each other, and something passed in between them. It was as if time itself stopped, and the earth stopped dead in its orbit. It was just them. And frankly, they were okay with that. Jack suddenly felt as if he could stare at Hiccup's face all day and never get tired of the color of his eyes, or how his freckles fanned over his face generously, or how his semi-thin lips spread out into a crooked yet adorable smile…

All three of them instantly knew that these next couple years were going to be very interesting ones.

*Sort of like teleportation.

**Stunning Spell.

So, yes, Lauren and Xavier will still be in this version of the story! (and I tried writing in Jack's perspective. I hope it was okay!) Thank you all for reading! Leave a review, please!

-HB