*Harry is speaking Norse already. He's determined to learn Hiccup's language.

-A month later, into Snoggletog, in Berk-

Nobody could recognize Harry Potter as the cheerful, curious black-haired boy ran in play alongside his best friend, Hiccup. Much to Berk's surprise, Harry himself has become the apprentice of Gothi, through he sometimes volunteer his time in the forge to help Hiccup and his strange yet funny mentor, Gobber. Thanks to Gothi's potions, and the everyday feeding of hefty meals per day, Harry is not malnourished or marred anymore. Sure, he has been bullied by Hiccup's stupid cousin, Snotlout, but it was nothing compared to his own cousin, Dudley's bullying methods, as he now didn't care as long as he's with Hiccup, on Hiccup's side always.

It's strange that Harry is the only one who has the rune of the sun, but yet scars and missing limbs seemed to be the norm in this incredible, scary, truly unique, and strange Viking Life. He particularly told Gothi and Hiccup of his previous life, but taking out the part that it was the 'future'. Many Berkians noticed how Harry often asked to help them, despite being small like Hiccup, nothing took away Harry's determination, and Harry was the one who gave Hiccup more confidence.

Harry was impressed yet terrified of the hordes of dragons when they raided, and he once asked Hiccup of the big question, 'Why?'. Hiccup was stupefied, yet couldn't help thinking once a while. But that's waiting until the parties of Snoggletog is done with. {"Harry, wait up!".} Hiccup called to Harry who grinned at him, {You got to catch me first before I get to the front door! Dinner's waiting for us!} Harry wanted to beat Hiccup home to the Haddock House. Hiccup laughed, determined to catch his best friend, and despite his skinny stature, he can still jump good, and he jumped, intending to pounce into Harry.

The duo rolled as Harry yelped from surprise, and they then skidded into slippery ice, and the boys widening their eyes as they realized that they were heading for a mound of snow, and Harry popped out first, his head topped by snow, {"That was fun. Let's do that again!".} Hiccup groaned as he popped out next, rubbing his head, scuffling off the snow from his hair, {I think I hit something."}

Harry looked behind him, and giggled in sheepishly laughter, {"Hiccup, I think we tied up. Look, you hit the side wall of the house!".} Hiccup looked behind him, and realized that Harry was right. Hiccup muttered, {"Remind me to catch you later where there's nothing to hit.".} Harry snickered at Hiccup's look, noticing his sense of humor. He fully got out, shaking off snow from his new red-brown shirt, black-furred vest, dark green trousers, and soft brown boots.

{"Come on, we can't be late for dinner, or we won't hear the end of it from Dad.".} commented Hiccup as he then fully got out, shaking off snow from his dark green shirt, brown vest, light green trousers, and brown boots. Harry nodded, {"You know, it's kinda nice of your dad to take me in, yet he's still grumpy sometimes.".} The boys then made it to the front door, opening it lightly, with Hiccup smiling at Harry in agreement.

They saw Stoick at the communal fire pit, cooking some chicken from what it looks like in the boys's eyes. (Hello, boys. Are you hungry?".} Hiccup nodded, {Yeah, Dad.".}, with Harry replying, {Yes, chief.".} Stoick then smiled lightly. The boys took seats upon the chairs near the pit fire, and noticing that their respective chickens has been cooking vertically near the pit fire on pokers, cooking quite well, due to the delicious smell, and picking them up, to eat them slowly to savor the meat.

{Harry, as this is your first Snoggletog, I believe you deserve this helmet for your gifts.".} Stoick then revealed a pristine helmet of steel, and sharp goat horns, and Harry received it, blinked in surprise, amazed that he got something incredible to contain his gifts tomorrow like Stoick and Hiccup has, and smiled at Stoick. {"Thanks, chief.".}

Stoick smiled, {Just call me Stoick, Harry.".} Harry nodded, and set the helmet down by his feet, and continued eating his chicken, with a glance at Hiccup, who grinned at him, understanding what Harry could be feeling right now. {Happy Snoggletog, Harry.".} Harry returned the comment, {Happy Snoggletog, Hiccup.".}

-Christmas Eve, 1990-

Albus Dumbledore sat in his throne chair behind the Head Table, watching over the several students who opted to stay in Hogwarts for the holidays, and sighed deeply, daydreaming that young Harry could be here at Christmas upon his first year which is only a precious few years from now, and seeming to notice that quite a few teachers are feeling the same, as the Aurors, everyone of respective honor and strength, and himself, and his Deputy had screached for any trace of the boy, anything, but no luck.

Even Hagrid and himself searched the Forbidden Forest himself, hoping that the Centaurs has a answer for the fate of Harry, and the only faint saying from them is that the source of the sun is coming for the change of the world in time. Right now at dinnertime, Albus only knew that his school is safe, yet he saw that the magic of the world is somehow getting stronger. How, he doesn't know, but he could tell that it's a powerful, good kind.

All he wondered is if Harry is alive, he must be okay somehow, and he hoped Harry has a way to get to Hogwarts in good time. What he didn't know is that he must wait patiently for a long time.