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'Thoughts'

Parseltongue

(Albus's Office)

Albus was in his office working. Harry was in the dorms. He wanted to stay out of the headmaster's way. He knew how busy the man was, especially since the ministry refused to listen to them. It reminded the elderly man of when Voldemort first came to power and when Grinelwald was terrorising the Wizarding World. Instead of looking at the evidence or lending a hand the ministry either denied a dark lord was rising to power or didn't try to help other countries.

'Both Fudge and Riddle will pay. No one tries to harm my student and get away with it. They will pay.' He vowed.

The only reason Voldemort hadn't was that he kept escaping before Albus had a chance to punish him and the ministry refused to believe Voldemort was back. He has failed Harry so many times that it was a shock the boy still trusted him. At least he knew that Harry would have Stoick and Hiccup.

'How could I have forgotten they were related?' He wondered. 'It was always my plan to introduce them to each other once they were no longer at war with dragons.'

He had known that Harry wasn't happy at the Dursleys but it was for his safety that he stayed there. Once he knew Berk was safe he would send Harry there. When he learned of the abuse Stoick had left his mind. He was more focused on his student's safety.

'How couldn't I have known?' Albus questioned. 'The signs were obvious.'

They had been. Harry looked to be starving every time he came to school. He had bruises that he always thought were from normal childhood roughhousing. Harry was untrusting of adults and he flinched when older, taller, bigger males were angry. He could see this and yet abuse never came to his mind. Albus was disappointed and angry at himself.

'It was there. How stupid can I be?' His mind drifted to Figg. 'I trusted her and she lied to me.' He scowled.

He had gone to her for answers. To his shock she laughed at him. She didn't like Harry since her cats liked him more. His gardening was better than hers and so was his cooking. He had magic and she didn't. Figg had accused him of using magic to get better results. Albus never expected to see her so jealous and bitter. He wondered how he missed it.

'I have missed a lot of things lately.' He thought.

A crashing sound brought him out of his thoughts. He looked up and smiled. Sprawled out on the floor was Stoick. He had finally arrived.

Albus stood up. "Good to see you, Stoick." He walked over to him.

"You too. I still hate port-keys." He said as Albus helped him up. "Thank you."

"No, thank you. I can't keep failing him." He said.

"You're welcome. He is my cousin afterall." He said giving the elderly wizard a. understanding look.

"I'll get Harry and then I'll get the ministry worker who will sign off on this." He said.

"Alright."

Albus left the office as Stoick sat down. He waited patiently. It wasn't long until he returned with Harry. The viking drank in the appearance of the cousin he never knew he had. What he found he wasn't pleased with.

His build was similar to his son. Harry was skinnier though. That was because his son was fed while his cousin was starved. He was also smaller than Hiccup. He had short, wild black hair and bright emerald eyes. He was tan. He could tell that the teen was shy and afraid of him.

'Poor child.' He wanted to find Petunia and wring her neck.

"Harry, this is Stoick. Stoick, this is Harry." Albus introduced them to each other.

"Nice to meet you." The teen greeted softly.

"It's nice to meet you as well." Stoick greeted back.

The viking remained sitting. He knew his size was going to unsettle the boy. It did for others. He waited for Harry to approach him. He hoped it helped the boy relax. Harry walked over and shook his hand.

"I'll go get Wood now." He said.

"Alright." Stoick said.

"Okay." Harry said.

He left the room once more. Harry sat down next to him. Not too close and had his wand ready. It was hidden under his sleeve. The two sat in silence. It was both awkward and uncomfortable. They shot each other looks. Eventually Albus returned with the ministry worker, Samual Wood. He was the head of Child Welfare and Protective Services.

"A viking?" He snorted. "I pity the fool who tries to harm Potter." He said.

"Indeed." Albus agreed. "Shall we begin?"

"Of course." The man said.

Wood took out the paperwork. He gave them to Stoick. The man read them over before signing them. They glowed and disappeared. Wood looked at them.

"Congratulations." He said with a smile. "Mr. Haddock you are now Mr. Potter's legal guardian."

"Thank you." Stoick said.

"You're welcome. Now I must be getting back. I'll see you all next week so see how everything is going." Wood told them.

Usually a home visit would be done but the case was unique. He knew that Potter going into their custody wasn't a good thing. Luckily he had been to Berk recently and had met Stoick before. The visit was just to see how Harry was adjusting and if he could help.

"We'll see you then." Stoick said. "Goodbye."

"Goodbye." Harry and Albus said.

"Byte." He flooed out.

Albus looked at the two. "It's best that you both leave now." He looked at Harry. "Do you have everything?" He asked.

"Yes." Harry said.

"The journal and the mirror?" He asked.

"Yes."

"Good, good. Goodbye Harry, Stoick." He smiled at them.

"Goodbye Headmaster." Harry said as he stood up.

"Goodbye Albus." Stoick said.

He stood up and went over to Harry. Said teen gulped silently as he took in the man's size. He was huge. The viking took out a port-key. Harry grabbed onto it.

"Dragons." Stoick said and the two disappeared.

"Now he's safe." Albus sighed. "Time to inform the others." He flooed out.