Hello again or welcome if you are new! Yay second chapter is up. Also, I think I should mention I will try to update this story once a week; however, because of college that might not always happen. Another introduction so a not very long chapter. Sorry in advance for any grammatical errors.

Once again: I do not own any of the main characters or the world of Harry Potter.

Hiccup P.O.V

Hello I'm Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the III. Great name I know. In my defense, I was named that to ward off trolls; I think instead of scaring trolls off, the trolls might die laughing if I told them my name. We Vikings seem to pick the best names don't we?

Yes, scrawny old me is a Viking with a fake foot. How did I get the injury? Well to make a long story short: I was a nobody and couldn't even fight a person, let alone a dragon. I befriended a Night Fury which I named Toothless. In the end I managed to get dragons and Vikings to coexist by defeating the Red Death, a giant dragon pushing all the other dragons around. This lead me to get the girl, Astrid, who I had been crushing on forever basically. Happy ending right?

Well, I thought so too, untill Toothless disappeared. The whole village searched for him. We left no rock uncovered. After a month of trying to find him the villagers started to return to the regular lifestyle. I was still determined to find him. Search to the ends of the Earth if I could. I went out on my own, to places even farther than any of my fellow Vikings had gone before. Places so cold that my water froze as soon as I stepped outside. A desert so vast it looked like is was a sea of sand. Tasted rice for the first time. Saw people of other colors I never knew existed and sometimes learned a bit of new languages- badly to be honest. No matter where I went, nobody had seen the Night Fury. Surprisingly, Fishlegs was the one who sometimes flew out to give me supplies, before I got too far from home.

After three and a half months of searching I came home broken. I had no more tears. My tear ducts were probably as dry as the desert I walked. I still had the constant embrace of misery that clung to me. There was no light in me anymore, it was as if the sun had died and I was constantly stumbling around in darkness. Without Toothless, I felt like I had before I found him-pathetic and weak.

The others tried to cheer me up, especially my father, Stoick, Gobber and Astrid. It was during this time I realized that everyone really didn't know me. They tried to get me another dragon, but Toothless is my best friend. There was not anyway I could even consider replacing Toothless. My father and Gobber were the closest to me and were the most successful at tearing off the heavy cape of misery that clung to me. It never left my shoulders though. Astrid tried, she really did. I still remember how shocked she was to find out that I drew -rather well too I might add- after walking into me drawing one of my countless pictures of Toothless.

It was then I realized Toothless was my only friend. Astrid only started to like me when I changed to a braver version of my former self, not my personality. Deep down I was really the same awkward, sarcastic person I was before I saved the day. No one knew the real me, except maybe for Gobber.

I needed to get away from it all. Away from the falseness and the people wondering why I still hadn't gotten over it. Away from the areas that Toothless and I would play in and the sky we would soar in. Far, far away. This really didn't feel like home anymore; no matter what kind of hero I was in people's eyes.

Looking around the room trying to decide what I should pack and what to leave, I heard a sound coming from the window. Looking over I saw an owl pecking at the window. Did it have something in its mouth? It seemed like it was glaring at me saying 'Let me in. It's bloody cold out there.' For some reason I did just that. Opening up the window the bird flew to my shoulder and held the letter that was in its beak right in front of my face. I took the letter quickly for the bird seemed to want to peck at me. I walked over to my small bed to sit and read the letter; for some reason the bird stayed on my shoulder. Weird creature.

I read the letter slowly and then once again. Was this real? Magic? The only person who knew magic in my village was the witch doctor. Magic was rare around here, which was why the she was treated with such respect. The witch doctor was special. Am I special? I had felt so unwanted and worthless since Toothless was gone, but this letter….it sparked up a small warmth in me. Maybe I had a purpose again.

The bird flew over to the post of my bed, like this was his (or was it a her?) domain and not going to move an inch from that spot. The owl was actually fairly small; quite fluffy looking for an owl; with black and brown feathers; and large surprising light brown eyes. He or she was actually quite cute, but its personality left something to be desired. The owl acted bossy and like it thought that it is a badass. The bird was a demon in disguise I decided. Cute to lure people in and then kill them with his(her?) beak and talons. Probably did a bird version of a victory dance over the body. Pulling me out of my somewhat ridiculous thought, the little demon owl gave a squawk and a look that said 'Well?'

I gripped the paper tighter in my grasp and decided. "You know for such a fluffy small thing," The owl looked at me like it was about to eat me for saying such things, "you are quite a demon" I finished. Nodding at me the owl looked like it approved of its title. I should have figured the demon would want to be called a demon. Trying to prove its point I suppose. "I will go." The demon nodded as if it approved, closed its eyes and appeared to have fallen asleep. I think it would put up a bloody fight if moved. Well, it was the middle of the afternoon and I think all owls slept in the day. I sighed. This bird would be trouble.

Looking down at the letter I smiled. The action made my cheek muscles hurt. How long had it been since I smiled? This was my chance to start again. Make friends, maybe, and leave this place. Away from this land with so many beautiful, but painful memories. Maybe Odin was looking out for me-giving me a new beginning. I hope Hogwarts will be able to contain this much raw vikingness.

Don't kill me! Toothless is not gone and he shall be seen again, but not for a while.

Thanks for reading! Also I am not trying to bash Astrid if it comes across that way.

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