Rise of the Brave Tangled Dragon at Hogwarts, Fanfiction: By Fengcat

Jack/ Rapunzel/ Hiccup/ Merida

The Big Four

Hiccup

A smallish boy walks through a silent part of the forest. While he walks along, completely alone, he talks to himself. A noise interrupts his conversation making him jump. A muffled hooting noise to his left causes him spin toward it with his nerves on edge. He soon relaxes when he sees that it was just an owl, a brown barn owl with sharp brown eyes. The boy is filled with curiosity when he notices that the owl has something clamped in its beak. It wasn't something that you'd usually see in an owls beak. Instead of a small rodent, a thick parchment envelope was sticking out of the owls mouth. The owl stared at him expectantly, and the boy soon realized that it expected him to take the letter. Letters were rare in Hiccups land.

When you lived twelve days north of hopelessness and a few degrees south of freezing to death, you didn't get many visitors, or letters. In fact Hiccup hadn't seen many letters in his lifetime. Did owls usually carry them? He reached out and took the envelope.

He spotted letters scrawled on the envelope. Okay, there was a problem here. Hiccup couldn't read the handwritten words. He stared at the words on the envelope, his expression blank. He looked up at the owl.

"Thanks, but I can't read this." He told it apologetically. The owl blinked at him, hooted, and flew away. "Much help you were", he grumbled after the creature's retreating back.

None of the Vikings had good handwriting, but this handwriting was just awful. There was only one Viking that might be able to read it, because his handwriting was just as bad.

Hiccup headed back to Berk to find his blacksmith friend, and mentor. Gobber was currently welding a weapon for the Dragon fighting Vikings to use. "Hey, Gobber. Could you help me read this."

The vast Viking looked up from his handy work and gave Hiccup a surprised look. "You think I can read something you can't?"

"Just look at, please."

Gobber wiped his black stained hands on his blacksmith apron and took the envelope from Hiccup. He looked down at it and read out easily.

"Mr. H Haddock, The bedroom upstairs, Chief's House, Berk, Netherlands." He looked up at Hiccup. "It for you." He said, stating the obvious and handing it to Hiccup.

Hiccup stared at the letter with an increase of interest. The address had been so obviously addressed to him that the writer must know him well. Who, outside of Berk, knew him that well? Why would anyone inside Berk bother to write him a letter, and train an owl to deliver it to him?

Rapunzel

A girl about 11 years old, stared out of a tower window. Curiosity gnawed at the back of her mind like a desperately hungry mouse. What was it like out there? She knew that the her mother barred the door downstairs before she went out, to keep bad people out of the house, and away from her.

Rapunzel sighed, she couldn't leave, her mother forbade her from ever leaving, to protect her from the world's evils. She turned from the window, and looked down at the paint from the white shells that her mother had brought her recently, so that she wouldn't be so bored at home.

She picked up the set of paint brushes her mother gave her a few years ago and looked around the wall. It was mostly empty of paint, she had started painting on the closet that held her many crafts and hobbies. She began a new painting on that closet, a girl with long blonde hair, that fell down the girls back and reached her ankles, but it didn't stop there. She kept painting over the blue painted cabinet. The golden blonde hair cascading down the closets side ending near the bottom of the closet in a slight upward curl.

She glanced at her own hair, it was trailing on the ground behind her. She followed the length of it with her eyes, it ended by the window she had just left. About 10 feet long now.

Her eyes fell on the window. A creature was perched on the window ledge, an owl. She approached it slowly so as not to scare it. "Hello, friend." She murmured softly.

Locked in a tower, she didn't often get to see any other life forms other than her mother, and her friend Pascal. The owl was a screech owl, she had read about owls in one of the books that her mother had brought her. She recognized the bird from the picture in the book. The owl had brown feathers and pale yellow eyes.

"How has your day been." She asked the owl. It stared back at her calmly, then it let out a hoot, and something fell from its beak onto the ground of the tower room.

Rapunzel stretched a hand out to it and was thrilled when it let her stroke its feathers. "You're beautiful." She murmured.

The owl hooted again, then took off through the outstretched window. "Goodbye." Rapunzel called to it sad to see it go. She turned her gaze to the letter it had dropped. She looked down at the handwritten address on the letter. In cursive it read:

Ms R Gothel

The circular bedroom

Tower, Little Valley

Jack

A boy with shockingly white hair was skating skillfully across the frozen lake. He enjoyed the cold wind on his face. He grinned and let out a gleeful laugh. How he loved the feeling skating gave him. He felt like he was flying. His feet barely touching the ground, his hair whipped back from his face. He was gliding faster, and faster. Finally he jumped into the air and let himself soar away from the lake, and land in a pile of fresh powder snow.

Jack stood up laughing. He brushed himself off, then, unstrapping the skates, he placed them in a box of treasures he had collect that year. A pocket watch, a sliver ring, and an assortment of other treasures. a warm wool blanket lay over the more valuable treasures. He placed his skates on top of the blanket then closed the box, hiding it in the bushes where he had found it.

Jack turned his nose to town. 'Time to eat' he thought smiling to himself. What should he try for, bread was always a nice easy thing to grab, but the butcher's shop had some nice fresh beef. He'd seen the butcher carry the cow in for slotter. Or maybe, he grinned wider than ever, he'd treat himself to a steak sandwich.

Having decided his destination he head for the market. 'Bread first' he thought moving easily through the crowd. He slipped by one of the markets stands, and quick fingers, grabbed a loaf of fresh bread, then blended back into the crowd. 'Success!' He turned and followed the crowd past the butcher's shop. There was a small steak hung from the side of the shop just begging him to take it, so as he past it, he took it.

With his new treasures, Jack melted out of the crowd and took them back to the lake where he lived. He'd start a fire and get this steak cooked, then tear it up and stuff the loaf with it. He'd be well fed tonight. He wrapped the steak in the snow near his box of possessions, and put the bread in the box. Then turned to the forest to gather sticks.

He had just gotten under the first trees when he heard a hooting sound above him, he looked up to see a flash of white wings, and felt a sharp pain in his forehead as something sharp hit him.

"Ow!" Jack exclaimed, clutching at his head he looked down to see what had hit him. He slowly lowered his hand from his head when he saw what had hit him. A thick parchment envelope was lying at his feet. One of the sharp corners of the envelope must have hit him.

He stretched out a hand and snatched it up. On the front of the envelope was an address. He squinted to read it.

Mr J Frost

Trees by the lake

Burgess, United States

Merida

A wild red haired girl was galloping fast on her horse. She slipped her bow from her shoulder, using only her knees to cling onto the horses back. She strung an arrow and let it fly. She felt pleased when it hit the dangling target a ways to the left of the bullseye. She had already mastered her bow on land, and now her goal was to master it on a horse. She let loose another arrow, this time it was a little to the right of the bullseye. Soon she would be out of hanging targets. She shot an arrow at the last target..

Bullseye!" She whooped, then looked down at her horse. "Angus, take me home."

She rode back home enjoying the wind against her face as it blew her curly red hair. She could imagine herself flying over the forest ground, but every bump of hooves on ground shook her out of the fantasy.

She made her way back to the stables and walked the horse in. "Are you hungry Angus?" She asked. She received a whip of the horses tail across her face, and understood it as an answer. "Oats it is then." She said before walking through the kitchens of the Royal Castle.

"Hello, Princess." greeted on of the cooks. "The Queens been looking for you."

Merida groaned and rolled her eyes, before heading in the direction of the royal dining area. She stopped at the door and turned back to the cook. "Would you feed Angus for me, please. Mum will be chewing off my ear for a while, she always does, and He's very hungry after the ride."

"Of course." The cook responded.

Merida turned and stalked into the dining room, and sat down across from her brothers. Her mother started on her at once. "Merida! Where have you been?! I've been asking about to everyone, and no one knew where you'd gone!"

"I took a ride on Angus this morning, to practice my horseback archery." Merida deadpanned.

Her mother cast her a critical look before tossing a letter toward her. "I wrote to schools about your education, and a school has accepted."

Merida looked down at the thick parchment envelope. Scrawled across it in cursive was the address:

Ms M Dunbroch

Princesses Quarters

Agrabah Kingdom, Scotland.