Hi, Everyone!
So this is a story idea that just kind of fell into my lap one day while writing for one of my other ones and I started writing it to get it out of my head... See how well that worked? But I figure it's a new year and why not post a new idea? I'm still working on all my other stories, I just wanted to start this one too. :)
Also if the characters are too difficult to understand (you will know why I'm concerned about this when you're done the chapter), then please let me know and I will change it to be more intelligible! I am trying to be true to an accent, but I could change a few things if people are having trouble with it, my advice is to say it out loud if you're not sure, sometimes that helps.
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-X- change in viewpoint
To the Train, part 1
So today's the big day.
Hiccup stared up at the wood and stone ceiling of his room, worry and anticipation fuling his revolving thoughts until his stomach's loud growl shattered the silence. He sat up and frowned down at his midsection as he worked his way out of bed.
"Why did the most viking part of me have to be how loudly you grumble?"
He put on some clothes and checked that all his new school things were in his trunk. A standard cauldron, his textbooks which he had already had a peek in, and his owl Windwalker was in his cage. He pocketed his wand and left his room to go down to breakfast. He trotted down three different hallways before hurrying down a long flight of stairs as familiar booming laughter came up to him from below.
Well at least he sounds like he's in a good mood.
Hiccup reached the bottom of the stairs, turned a corner, and walked into a great stone hall whose gray walls were lined with huge family portraits and giant stuffed dragon heads. He instantly spotted his large red-haired father Stoick and his equally large friend Gobber having breakfast together, both still chuckling to themselves about whatever joke had just been made.
Gobber looked up as Hiccup walked in and forcefully elbowed Stoick with a nod in Hiccup's direction. Stoick looked up and beamed as he stood, walking to his rather dwarfed son.
"Just the boy I wanted to see! My son, about to go off to make a name for himself at the school that so many of our ancestors did. I was worried that not only would you stay small, but that you might not have it in you to make it."
Stoick looked back at Gobber, who was nodding his agreement and then clapped one hand that was almost the size of Hiccup's back down on Hiccup's small shoulders.
"But you did and Hogwarts is now in your sights to conquer, just like I did, just like all our family!" His other hand gestured to all the portraits hanging around the room staring at them, staring at Hiccup.
"Ye-yeah, Dad. Conquer it, whoo." Hiccup gave a halfhearted fist pump into the air, but Stoick was already turning away to pick up something off a nearby table and didn't see his son's nervousness or even seem to hear his lackluster.
"Now, I have something for you to take with you." Stoick said with barely concealed excitement and warmth as he turned back to Hiccup while holding something long and black out to him. Hiccup took it hesitantly and held up the cloth to reveal long black wizard robes. "They were mine when I first went to Hogwarts and I want you to have them now."
Hiccup lowered the robes.
"They're never gonna fit me though if they were yours. I mean, have you seen the size difference between us? You were probably still huge compared to me even back when you were an eleven year old, how can-"
Stoick held up a hand to silence him.
"I had them altered to fit you of course, and this way you can grow into them when you start muscling up."
Hiccup looked down at the robes again, his eye now drawn to a scarlet and gold shield patch that sat over the wearer's left breast.
"Is that a Gryffindor house badge still sewn on there?"
"Oh, that's from when I was still a student there. I just had it left on to save you from having to sew one on once you get to school."
Hiccup looked at his father over the cloth between them.
"I haven't been sorted yet. Isn't it a bad idea to plan on something that hasn't happ-"
"All of our family has been sorted into Gryffindor's mighty house since Hogwarts creation and you're a Haddock. You'll end up there too, don't worry."
The reassuring smile that his father sent him didn't make him feel any better. In fact, it may have made his worries a hundred times worse. He barely tasted his breakfast as he sat there half listening to Stoick and Gobber's conversation about their old escapades because he would be at that same school in only a matter of hours, as a Gryffindor or not.
He stared off into dark corners of the room until the conversation abruptly changed with an exclamation at the time and he was free to go up and get his trunk. Hiccup packed the like-new black robes into his trunk. Dad must have not fitted into them for long if they're still in this good of a condition, which probably means I'll never grow out of them.
He locked it up and attempted to pull the thing out of his room. It didn't even budge with his first hard pull, or the next, or the next, and after several minutes of this battle had passed Gobber appeared.
"Too heavy for ya, eh? I surely hope that you'll get a bit stronger at school this year or everyone will begin to wonder if ya really are the son of Stoick, who happens to be the strongest viking your family's had in over a century."
"They already wonder if I am because I'm not brawny with an extra side of beefy, so I think a little added muscle won't be enough to change their minds."
Gobber slung the trunk up over one of his wide shoulders and gave Hiccup a look over his other before beginning to walk down the halls that led to the staircase.
"Ya might be surprised how far a little bit can go. Afterall, ya have to start small if ya want to have a good base to build on going forward."
"I think you're confusing metaphors again, Gobber."
"Really? I thought I was doing rather well. The point is Hiccup, don't worry. Everything will work as it should if ya don't do anything stupid in a way that I wouldn't. If ya can do that, then ya should be good."
They reached the bottom of the staircase as Hiccup muttered something vaguely intelligible to Gobber while trying to swallow the sudden nerves that had welled up inside his throat, and for once was very glad to interupted by his father.
"Are you all ready now, Hiccup?" At the confirming nod all three walked out into the gray morning and, with Hiccup taking his father's arm, apparated.
Hiccup hated apparating because he felt like he was being compacted into a thinner stick figure than he already was and it was an immense joy to be able to expand his chest and breathe again as they appeared in a small square that housed many dumpsters. Both men started walking towards a dark narrow doorway shaped opening between two of the dumpsters and Hiccup hastening to keep up with his father's long strides.
They walked through a short alley and onto a bustling train station full of muggles.
They walked over to wall between train platforms Nine and Ten and, with Gobber going first, they passed through a seemingly solid brick wall to the hidden platform of Nine and Three Quarters. This platform was wreathed in silver smoke issuing from a huge scarlet train that Hiccup could barely see amid all the tall adults with their children that stood all over the platform.
Stoick and Gobber forced their way through the crowd with Hiccup in their wake until they got to the door of one of the carriages, then as Gobber put the trunk in for him Stoick turned to his son.
"So are you excited, Hiccup?"
"Oh yeah, Dad, super excited. I can hardly wait." Stoick looked at him carefully and then leaned forward to say in a half whisper as he patted his son's shoulder.
"I was a bit nervous on my way there my first day too." Hiccup stared at his father incredulously.
"You, nervous? Stoick the Vast, nervous about going to school?"
"Well, I was only eleven then, so it was understandable. The point is, I understand what you're feeling, but don't worry. You're a Haddock, we don't fear anything and when we do, our fear always turns into courage to beat the enemy down with."
"Thanks Dad, that means a lot to m- wait, that doesn't make any sense. How-"
"He's got to get on now, Stoick, or he'll miss the train." Gobber interrupted from behind Hiccup, who for the life of him didn't know how Gobber had managed to get there without him noticing.
"You're right, they look about ready to pull out." Stoick and Gobber were now looking up and down the platform as if it was obvious, but the crowd around the train looked no different to Hiccup as he looked too. Gobber nudged him towards the train and Hiccup climbed up the few steps before looking back at his father.
"Bye Dad. Bye Gobber."
"Good hunting there, Hiccup. Remember what I said about having a little bit, also remember never to drink or eat anything someone gives ya if ya question their allegiances, and to always keep yar knife with ya even if ya have yar wand as ya can never be too careful, also-" Stoick shook his head at his still rambling friend and then smiled at Hiccup.
"Write me a letter to let me know how it goes or should ya need anything, you'll have a great time at Hogwarts if it's still like it was in my day."
He stepped back and both he and Gobber waved to Hiccup, who lifted a hand to wave and nearly fell back onto the platform as the train gave a jerk, its engine eager to be underway.
-X-
The first thing she heard was muffled giggles, that turned into unmuffled giggles, and these changed into full on laughter that was quickly muffled again. Her eyes started opening as she groggily decided to see what was happening and three small, but heavy things slammed down on her stomach and legs.
"Ouph!" The giggling started up again and she glared down at the forms of her three year old triplet brothers who were laying across her.
"Whit en duh Naffer do ya tink ya're daying, ya wee scamps?! Don't ya know what day et tis and how inpertant et tis fer may, hurm?!" They all giggled again, obviously enjoying the joke they had just played on her. "Thart's et! Git oot of may room so that I can git sum more sleep, er I'll have ta throw ya oot on yar wee-!"
They all fell silent as the sound of purposeful footsteps came down the hall towards the bedroom door. The triplets all gave each other a look and dove under the blanket, all converging at the foot of her bed as three conspicuous lumps. "Whit ear ya dooing, shea's gonna see ya thear!" The door opened and Lady Elinor peered in at her daughter who had just spread a ridiculously large smile on her face from where she was sitting still in bed.
"O, wheel I'm glad ta see ya're aweak en time fer once, Merida. Taday tis such a big day fer ya that I'm pleased ta see ya taking responsibility fer yaself."
"Tanks, Mum." Merida's face was starting to hurt from the huge smile she held plastered on, but her Mum missed the smile-gone-grimace because she was now glancing around the room as if looking for something.
"Merida, have ya seen yar brothers tis morning? They were oot of thair beds by duh time thair nanny got thair tis morning and nay a hide nor hair has bin seen of tem since."
"Uh, wheel...nay, nay I have nay seen tem." Her mother looked up suspiciously at the long pause and her eyes narrowed slightly as she took in Merida's facial expression.
"Why ear ya smiling like dat whee, Merida? Ya look like ya're en pain."
"Wheel..." Merida glanced down at the foot of her bed and her mum's eyes followed hers till she saw the lumps. She folded her hands in front of herself and looked back up at Merida with a wink.
"So, ya have nay seen tem den?"
"Nope, have nay seen tem!" Merida grinned back as her Mum silently advanced on the bed and gripped the edge of the blanket.
"O wheel, ef dair nay here..." Both Merida and her mum pulled the blanket off the boys at the end of the bed and pounced, tickling them until the boys were all shreking with laughter and the nanny came hurrying in with relief on her face. Merida's mum and the nanny gathered the boys and left the room, Lady Elinor pausing to smile back on her way out.
"Hurry and git dressed ef ya want breakfast befer ya leave en e hour."
"Right!" Merida scrambled out of bed and picked out an outfit that she knew her mum would approve of. Aftarall, she won't know what I'll bay wearen win I'm et school. Make 'er happy new and she may nay ask aboot duh cluths I'm bringen 'ither!She even tried fighting a brush through her hair, but gave up after two attempted tugs nearly resulted in snapping the head from the handle.
It was with a light heart that she came skipping down the stairs a few minutes later into the large dining room where all of her family was already assembled.
"Ah! Thear bay ma wee lass!" Bellowed her dad as he stood from his seat at the sight of her. "An' dressed so nicely too! Are ya excited aboot taday, ma wee Merida?"
"Yahs!" Squealed Merida until she saw her mum's face and then she schooled expression into a perfect initiation of her mum's most bored look. "I men, I am indeed, Dad." Her dad hooted with laughter as he turned to his wife.
"Did ya see dat, Elinor, dat wit thear?! Shea's growen' up ta bay just like ya!" He turned back to Merida. "Ef yar nay careful ya'll end up en Ravenclue just like yar mother wit dat tongue of yars!"
He laughed again, but his eyes were now turned to his wife who as noticeably not laughing.
"I heard her, Fergus. Merida, remind may aftar breakfast ta brush oot yar hair. Ya dinnae want ta go ya first day wit a rat's nist on yar head."
"Ugh Mum, I already treed and et dinnae work! Ma hair es hopeless!"
"Et's only hopeless ef ya give up, Merida."
"Dat could bay en inportant ting ta remember at school dere, eh?" Fergus winked at Merida as they all started eating and despite the rude awakening she got from her younger brothers she couldn't help but distract her parents so that they could steal a few more pastries. All too soon however, Merida was pulled from the comfort of the breakfast table so that her mum could do one of the most painful things in existence: wage war on Merida's wildly curly red hair by brushing it.
"Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!"
"O Merida really! Et nay dat bad."
"Et feels like yar tring ta pull ma scalp oaf!"
"I'm brushing yar hair, nay killing ya!"
"Et sure feels like ya ear! Ow! Ow! Ow! I'm sorry, alright!?"
Just around the time that Merida really didn't think she'd be able to take anymore and may have been on the verge of breaking down in tears at the fiery pain along her hairline, her mother suddenly stopped.
"Alright, I believe I git the worst ef et oot." She steared Merida over to her wardrobe mirror and stopped her in front of it so that she could see both herself and her mum reflection. "O Merida, ya look so pretty new dat yar hair is nay all over duh place." Merida smiled at her mum's pleased reflection and nodded more enthusiastically than her really felt.
"Yeah, et looks great new. Tanks Mum."
"Yar whelcome, dear. New, are ya all packed or do ya still have sum tings ta git tagiter?"
"O, I have a few more tings, but et's nay dat much and I can do et mayself."
"Et yar sure ya can do et quickly, ya have ta leave en aboot ten or so minutes."
"O yah, I'm sure. New if ya'l excuse may I have sum tings ta throw tagiter, Mum." Merida was now pushing her surprised mum towards the door, but instantly stopped when she saw the look her mum was giving her.
"I can see dat ya want ta do et bay yarself, Merida. However, tis es nay duh whee ta git ma ta leave." She had folded her hands in front of herself and looked down cooly at Merida, waiting for what Merida knew was an apology and a polite asking of her to leave. She hung her head so that her mum couldn't see the faces she was making and steeled her voice to sound deeply sorrowful.
"I'm sorry, Mum. I didnay mean ta bay rude or ta push ya." A stroke of genus hit her and she added. "Et's just I'm so excited ta bay going dat I wanted ta git may stuff tagiter as fast as possible." There was a long silence during which Merida held her breath, hoping against hope that her mum's mindreading failed to pick up what she was going to pack or that she wasn't really that sorry.
"Apology accepted, Merida. I'm glad yar excited, bet try nay ta git too carried awhee en how ya treat peapole, alright?"
"Yes, Mum."
"I'll leave ya too et dem." And just like that her mum walked from the room, closing the door gently behind her.
Merida fist pumped the air, then ran to pack all the clothes that she had wanted to bring that her mother had said no to when they had been packing together a few days ago. She only brought the things that she really wanted, just in case her mum checked to see if all the clothes she didn't want brought were still here after Merida left.
Truck packed, Merida grabbed the handle and pulled it out into the hall where it was taken down stairs by a servant who had been waiting for her. She skipped down to where her parents were waiting to accompany her to the station where she'd catch the Hogwarts Express, but when she got there she found them in a whispered conversation with worried faces.
"Whit's wrong?" They both started and then looked at her.
"I'm nay gonna bay able ta come wit ya and yar mum ta duh station, Merida. Sumting bad has happened and I need ya ta listen ta whitever yar mum tells ya, understand?" Merida nodded, but couldn't hold her tongue even though she knew that they weren't likely to tell her what had happened.
"Whit's happened?" Her parents looked at each other for a few long minutes and then her Dad looked back at her.
"Duh Queen and King ef e country on duh continent have bin killed and tay were allies ef aurs, so I'm oof ta pay respects and ta meet en counsel."
"I'll bay joining him aftar I see ya oof, but thear bay noting ta worry aboot, Merida. Ya'l bay perfectly safe at Hogwearts."
"O, I'm nay worried aboot may! Who was et dat died?"
"Ya don't know tem, dear. New we best git moving or we'll mess yar train, say goodbye ta yar father." Merida sighed at her mum, but turned to her father and gave him a big tight hug with whispering goodbye in his ear. He whispered one back to her and then left her go so she could join her mum over by a large ornately carved fireplace. She took a handful of floo powder from a proffered unicorn jar and waved to her dad as she mum first, then she stepped up into the fireplace.
"Platform nine and tree quarters."
The was a flash of white light as she threw the powder down and then she was enveloped in swirling green flames, portals of rooms spinning by her at almost blinding speed as she searched for the train's platform. Just as she started wondering if she'd missed it somehow, she saw one with a straight-backed woman clad in green and knew that that was her mum. She lunged towards that portal and nearly fell flat on her face as she came into the fireplace.
"Woah thear, Dear! New let's find a door fer ya ta git on from, can ya handle yar trunk or do ya want sum help?"
"Nay, nay, I've git et!"
"Follow may, I believe I see e door." With that her mum glided off though the crown of parents and kids and Merida walked after her, dragging her trunk along behind her. They stopped behind one small family at one of the doors to get on the train and after a few seconds Merida turned to her mum, dropping the trunk to hug her with both arms.
"Bye, Mum. Tanks fer helpen' may pack, and do may hair, and coming ta see may oof. I luve ya." Her mum hugged back tightly.
"O ma wee Merida! I luve ya too, and never fergit dat. I hope ya have a wonderful time at Hogwearts and I'll see ya at Christmas time." She released Merida just enough to be able to see her face and gave her a happy, yet slightly sad in the eyes smile.
"I've got ta go new, Mum."
"I know. Oh! Befer I fergit, here." She reached into her pocket and pulled out a thick metal comb with wide teeth that was curved like a bow about to release an arrow. "Fer ya, or one ef yar friends ta comb yar hair out with. I had et specially made fer ya and I tink e comb wheel last ya longer dem e brush."
"Tanks, Mum...Et looks nice and- et's heavier dan I expected!"
"Et has ta bay strong, and speaking ef strong ma girl, et's time fer ya ta git on." Merida gave her mum one last quick hug, seized her trunk, and climbed aboard with a bit of assistance in getting the trunk up the stairs from her mum. Merida waved to her mum, then set off deeper into the train as a jerk, its engine eager to be underway.
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