Chapter 1

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~FlyingHamburgerRider

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Chapter 1

"My name is Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore." The man held out his free hand in greeting, but I ignored it, keeping my eyes trained on Barf and Belch. The stick didn't look that intimidating, but I knew better than to drop my guard around someone who could pop up out of nowhere.

"What do you want?" My voice wavered, my throat constricting in fear. It had been a while since I had felt this sensation. Everything had been so peaceful on Berk. I guess this man's sudden arrival was just karma for thinking that life would go back to normal.

"Your Hiccup I presume? Hiccup Horrendous Haddock The Third?" He glanced down at my thin frame.

"Yep. That'd be me." I was really starting to wonder where this was going.

"You, and your friends are coming with me to Hogwarts."

"Hogwarts?" Tuffnut laughed. "As in a pig - with warts."

"Hogwarts is top secret witchcraft and wizardry school, in a top secret location, and you will be coming if you want this dragon to live." Albus said it loftily, as if a death threat were just something casual. The twins were laughing loudly at his claim, but I was silent. He had said it in such an aloof way. It sounded completely bonkers, but part of me felt compelled into believing him.

"Um, mister. That thing you have pointed at our dragon's neck-" Ruffnut said.

"That's a stick. As in a stick. From a tree." Tuffnut jumped in in twin's gag, taking delight in the supposed idiocy of Albus.

"Well then." Albus' voice was soft, but the sound still sent waves of fear down my spine. He was so much like Viggo. A cold, calculated mind. "If this is just a stick, nothing should happen if I was to do-" Albus jutted the stick into Barf's throat, looking not in the least fazed as crimson sparks flew out from the tip of the wand. "-this."

The twins cried out. " What have you done?!" Tuffnut shouted.

"Gather your friends, pack your bags, you may take your dragons as well. And that is how you will get your dragon back." The twins looked over at me for permission. I nodded. We had no choice.

They ran quickly out the entrance to gather the others and their belongings. I glanced at Barf and Belch, motionless on the floor. There was no getting out of it now. I made to trudge them when Albus' harsh voice stopped me.

"Hiccup, you are their leader, I know this much, but how I know this is my information." He looked me over with cold eyes. "You are too young to wield much respect at Hogwarts. Bring one adult with you on your return. And Hiccup, do not think of treachery or betrayal, I have powers beyond your belief and time."

I didn't doubt him for a second.

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I dropped to the ground and caught my breath. I had ran all the way back to this clearing, hoping the place where my life had truly started would help me. My mind was racing over what had just happened. I had been pondering over it for a few minutes when I heard footsteps coming from the trees that surrounded the clearing. It didn't take long to figure out who it was.

"Astrid." I called. Astrid crept out from the trees and sat beside me.

"Is it true?" she said.

I nodded. Astrid lowered her head onto my shoulder.

"Oh Hiccup. So soon after Drago..."

"I know." I felt her hand slide into mine. I let it be. A smile twitched at my lips but I straightened my face quickly.

I had a feeling this trip with Albus would not turn out that well.

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A pile of satchels stood in the shadows of the arena. Before there had been barrels of food as well, but Albus had simply waved them away with his stick, saying that all the food would be catered for at Hogwarts.

Hogwarts. I still couldn't get the idea into my head. We were leaving Berk. Nobody knew when we would be coming back. My father hadn't been able to come with us due to his dedication to the village as chief.

Luckily, Gobber was available. The blacksmith and dragon dentist jobs were not that demanding at the moment. The big Viking put his good hand on my shoulder. My knees buckled under the weight of his hand. I smiled at Gobber but my face fell as quickly as it had risen. Sighing, I slowly stroked my hand across Toothless' smooth scales. I couldn't spot Albus anywhere.

Crack. I knew who it was before I looked up. He had arrived.

"Good Day!" Albus called. He was greeted with silence.

"Good Day." he tried again with less enthusiasm, but we stayed stubbornly silent.

Albus stepped towards me with grave steps. I felt Toothless growl, his body vibrating beneath my hand. "It's okay, bud." I lied to Toothless. Slowly the dragon stepped back, still eyeing Albus with a hard green stare.

"Well?" I asked.

"We're leaving." Albus replied. He waved his stick and a tattered boot appeared.

"Everyone, touch the boot." I didn't know what he meant by that, but I could only assume we were supposed to touch the tattered boot. Cautiously I reached out and touched it. Nothing happened. I realised I had been holding my breath. I breathed back out quickly and retrained my eyes on Albus.

"Dragon Riders!" He called "One hand on the boot, the other on your dragon." "3..." Albus called. "2... 1.." and this was the last thing we heard before we were sucked into a white vortex...