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Guest - This will not be the end of their weird conversations though, so hang in there! :D

Sleepyhead

Glasses Writer - No need to shout, and Captain America says "Language!" XD

Hakumaruu - Are you alright? No broken bones or anything? Eep... o_0

PiffyEQ - I borrowed this idea from a video I saw on Youtube about some students pranking their teacher on April Fool's Day, well the ending anyway. XD

ahuvati - Well here is the real chapter, I do hope you enjoy! :D

Guest - I do not believe anyone did. X)

Guest - April Fool's my dear friend, April Fool's. ;)

Iceshadows -Thank you! Icehole? Nevermind, we have to keep it PG... COOKIES! And I enjoyed making 'Sleepyhead' for April Fool's! :D

I do not own Harry Potter or How To Train Your Dragon.

Words - 1,434

Updated - May 06, 2018

It started with the visit that Hemlock gave Toothless after she... won the match against the Zippleback. Toothless still had not put his full trust in her completely, until she showed him that the newest basket with the delicious fish was eel free. But she is still picking fish scales from her fingers.

Though that did not explain the fire that lit itself up when both of them were more than 5 feet away from it. The talking dragon was staring at the gray ashes, but by no means whatsoever did anyone have proof that dragons have magic. Right? Am – am I correct?

Well, Hemlock had no proof; she didn't know anything about magic. Gothi was the closest thing to having a magical being on Berk. But she is an old lady, – no disrespect by the way – Gothi does not even speak. The last time she spoke, no one even remembered it! Rumors were that she was actually mute. Of course that could only be confirmed by Gothi. And many people are actually afraid of her, even the old man Mildew.

Anyhow, Hemlock got startled, and immediately questioned her sanity. Why is she in the cove? Why is she trying to help a dragon fly again? Why is the dragon not ripping her to shreds? Why is she talking to the 'Offspring of lighting and death itself' also known as the Night Fury? Heck, how is she talking to such a mighty beast? Toothless though seemed satisfied with the fire, he even looked smug. Hemlock was puzzled, and the fire starting by itself did not calm her down. When he noticed her distress, he gave her a reassuring smile, although he was hesitant to do it.

It was barely turning into noon and Hemlock again pulled an all-nighter working on her newest creation - a saddle. Even if she barely had an idea as to how the back of Toothless was shaped, it still came out fine, being mostly flat unlike the one of a horse which was slightly curved. But before that she wanted to have Toothless eat some fish, something that he wanted to share with her. He gave her the head once again but that was after he cooked it. Hmm, do dragons know how to cook?

It was a satisfying meal on the other hand. Hemlock picked around the eyes and what she hoped was the brain of the fish. While she was skinny she guessed it was because of her fast metabolism, something she learned out of the books that came from the mainland. Hemlock still did not feel full and moved towards grabbing a second fish out of the pile that Toothless was eating. He raised his head and stared.

It was an intense one, both refusing to be the first to move away. His eyes were large and even with the glare on his face, he did not growl. Until he moved his mouth on the fish and started chewing again. At least that is what it looked like to Hemlock when Toothless lifted a large salmon and sauntered on towards the small fire dropping the fish on the orange flames. He turned back towards Hemlock who was still dumbfounded on the actions of her new acquaintance.

Toothless carefully poked the fish with his claws, moving it forwards and back. This included lifting it carefully and changing the side that was cooking on the burning wood. After a half hour, he placed the warm salmon on the basket lid. And Hemlock sat next to the pile of stinky fish a few feet away.

"Well? You have to gain some weight and you are not going to eat that small perch you have in your hand," declared Toothless.

Hemlock mumbled, "I don't eat a lot."

Toothless grumbled, or something like a grumble, "Well too bad, you have to gain some weight. It is not healthy to be that skinny, and it is 'do not.' Do not use don't."

"You aren- are not my dad," Hemlock pointed out, while correcting herself.

"While I am not your father, but do you have to come here? No, you do not." Toothless countered. He started to block the perfectly cooked fish from Hemlock's sight.

Hemlock let out an annoyed groan, and ordered, "Give me my fish."

Toothless snorted, but teased, "Not until you say the magic word."

"Give me my fish!" Hemlock demanded, not unlike a toddler.

"Not until you say the magic word." Toothless repeated.

"I want my fish!" Hemlock declared, rising up to make a stance.

Toothless copied and stood on all fours, still teasing, "Not until you say the magic word."

Frustrated, Hemlock stomped her feet on the floor, fists flinging about in the air. Sure, she was acting like a toddler, but at least no one from Berk would see her acting like this. With each jump and stomp, she pronounced the words, "I. Want. MY. FISH!"

She didn't notice but the salmon flew out behind Toothless and straight to her. It collided with her chest, and with the unexpected force, she toppled backwards. Hemlock stared at the sky, then at the fish that was in her hands. She was pretty sure that Toothless wouldn't fling the fish at her; overall, she didn't see him even grabbing her salmon. That and he treated her with some respect, not counting this moment before you ask.

Toothless was then in her line of sight, obstructing the sun that was beating down upon them. He seemed surprised but otherwise looked a bit smug. She wanted to wipe that grin off of his face.

"Not what I had in mind, but I guess it will have to do."

She frowned then started to sit up while Toothless sat back on his hind legs. What did he mean by that? She was about to ask when he interrupted her, his voice stern.

"I have a reason to believe that you have magic."

Hemlock lifted a brow, looking skeptical but otherwise started to nibble and pick at her fish, and questioned, "What do you mean by that?"

She felt something inside her head, like headache, but this one didn't pound into you like a hammer. It was a soothing gesture, as if you rubbed your hands together for warmth. It was when she realized that she felt it before, like a tingle in her body. Like any other reasonable person, Hemlock did what was necessary.

Hemlock poked it.

She saw a skinny boy and suddenly remembered a name. It was familiar to her tongue as if the last time she said it was decades ago. Ironically she was only fifteen. The question though came out of who knows where, and she brushed an invisible hand against his mind once more.

"What kind of name is Severus?" She asked.

"What kind of name is Hemlock?" He countered... this wasn't exactly the kind of conversation he hoped for, not even for their first actual serious conversation. But after turning into a dragon, he didn't know what to expect any more.

"You said wasn't and didn't that time," Hemlock pointed out.

Severus frowned, clearly confused knowing that he did not speak, but otherwise poked the consciousness of Hemlock once more. She stared at him confused, and poked him back.

He sighed, and Hemlock was sure that he was getting tired of this game of poking each other with imaginary fingers. Severus looked at her straight into her eyes and Hemlock thought that for a moment she could see the line between the black and green in his irises.

"Try and think something to me," he said seriously, devoid of any other emotion and Hemlock had to ask him with a look of disbelief if he meant it.

He just nodded.

Even if Hemlock had magic she was sure that would be impossible. Though quoting Sherlock Holmes, "When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth." Again, from one of the books from the mainland. But... she still had doubts.

Focusing on her mind once more, she looked without looking. And by that I mean she did not use her eyes to look for Toothless inside her mind. Because that would include unconsciousness and visions inside her head.

Hemlock found him without much effort this time, Toothless had made his way to her. Or was it Severus?

"What should I call you?" Hemlock asked. Her lips did not move, but both pair of eyes did not break contact.

He bobbed his head in approval, with a voice full of content, "Whatever you please."