It's been awhile since I have updated this fanfiction and I'm sorry. I have been very busy these past few months with traveling, having relatives stay over, applying for college, trouble writing the story and keeping the motivation to keep writing. It would be very nice if those who read and liked this fanfic to share it with those who might and to keep sending reviews as reviews are the motivation for me to continue writing. This Chapter is extra long, so for those waiting for the next chapter, I hope it is enough. I don't know when I will release the following chapter, sorry.

Thank you.

Now, here is the next chapter.

Chapter 5: That Night Fury, First Steps

Toothless slowly opened his eyes.

It was difficult at first, his eyelids felt like they were made of lead. Not only that, his muscles were the stiffness of a wooden board; they felt that they haven't been used for a few days. Slowly, the heaviness in Toothless' eyes wore away and the fizzy images became more clearer and detailed, permitting him to briefly see the room before him before he closed his eyes as he began stretch away the soreness that plagued his body. The dragon first slowly stretched his legs one by one, the tail was stretched second, his back then arched inwards in a stretch, finally, he expanded his wings, nearly reaching the edges of the half of the room.

After that good amount of stretching, Toothless felt as though electricity shot through him as energy cascaded into his body. His fog in his brain dissipated almost immediately and his eyelids shot up, revealing his deep, emerald eyes. Toothless felt he could ricochet off the walls and ceilings. But before he could leap onto his feet, a thought halted him dead in his tracks.

Hiccup.

Is he okay? Is he still incapacitated? What happened whilst Toothless was out?

From that moment, memories flooded into Toothless' mind in orderly chaos; the clashing flashes of memories disoriented the dragon, forcing him to steady himself with one foot as his cinematic record rolled:

Shouts of alarm and terror, all reduced to muffled whispers; shadowy figures playing and dancing before his eyes, visible through the slimmest of windows; sticks that shot sparks and bangs from its tip, all under its master's command; suffocating and constricting darkness that squeezed his body, as though he was forced through rubber tube filled with flying hues and colors; a gentle vapor with a sweet floral scent, clouding his mind and filling it with darkness; a figure of a boy, falling towards a rising, fiery, imminent death; his own figure being cradled in the giant's arms, like a baby with its father…

Then…

Nothing.

Except…

Searing pain.

Like fiery-cold daggers, the pain pierced his memory briefly as they had pierced his heart and chest from the inside out before; it felt like he was breaking apart like shattering glass inside. The pain was brief yet intense and Toothless breathed slowly and warbled a little to recover from the trauma. He always had a little bit of pain ever since he regained consciousness in the Forest but never had the pain become so sharp and so agonizing when he was inside the room.

After the violent tempest of memories and sensations that lashed the inside of Toothless' mind, the Night Fury huffed and groaned in exhaustion. But though it all, his mind came back to one subject, or rather, one person.

Hiccup.

Raising his head, Toothless swept the room with his jewel-like eyes, sharp and precise as a laser of light. It only took a few seconds before Toothless' target was swiftly found.

Hiccup was located in the same bed under the same window as Toothless had found him; the lady that confronted him and tried to push him away from his human was sat on a chair with its back towards the dragon. The woman was wearing different clothes to what Toothless first saw her wear and she was faced towards Hiccup; she was holding a bowl in her left hand and was slowly spoon-feeding its contents to his boy with a spoon in her other hand.

Toothless slowly walked up towards them and stopped behind the woman spoon-feeding Hiccup in order to inspect the condition he was in: the bruises, burns and cuts that were speckled across his skin had vanished, leaving no trace that they were ever there; his hair was trimmed and was shorter than it originally was, probably because it was singed from the fire; the soot that streaked Hiccup's face liberally was washed away, making Hiccup's skin (which was more coloured now) much more visible.

However, Toothless then looked at Hiccup's legs; the Night Fury's stomach lurched and his heart failed. His human's right leg was complete underneath the covers of the bed; the same could not be said of the left leg, which was considerably shorter than its counterpart. Toothless blamed himself; if he had reached Hiccup sooner, then the amputation wouldn't have happened. Thus, the dragon's shoulders slumped, his head lowered and a huff of distraught and remorse escaped from his nostrils.

Judging from Madam Pomfrey's reaction, Toothless' presence was apparently not detected by her; Toothless had placed himself right behind her and the jet of hot air that came out of his nostrils went down the matron's neck. The matron nearly launched herself off her chair onto her patient's bed; the bowl that was in her hand was nearly relinquished from her grip. Fortunately, she managed to regain her grip on the bowl, though at the cost of spilling half of the remainder of the contents onto Hiccup's chest; on the other hand, Madam Pomfrey lost her grip on the spoon and the spoon fell to the ground with a clatter, though fortunately, the spoon was devoid of broth.

Gasping, she set the bowl down on the nearby bedside; hand on her heart, Pomfrey pivoted on the spot to see the dragon behind and gave a gasp of relief. Gasping a few more times, she turned her face back and forth between where he was originally laid and where he was currently standing. After regaining her breath and composure, she reprimanded Toothless, "Don't scare me like that! How are you so silent?!" Toothless warbled in an amused manner and the matron grumbled before breathing in and out repeatedly.

"Just… just don't make any noise and don't move anywhere," she finally said.

With that, she sat down on her chair just as Toothless curled around the bed; he laid his body on the ground, but then he laid his head on the bed, just touching Hiccup's arm. Madam Pomfrey stared at the two for a few moments before resuming her spoon-feeding of Hiccup. And even after Pomfrey left, Toothless remained by his human's side.

The sun had already submerging under the distant horizon, a clear sign of the amount of hours that passed when Toothless arose from his sleep and approached Hiccup and still the Night Fury remained by boy's side. The dragon remained motionless by the bedside; only the blink of his eyes, the expanding and shrinking of his nostrils, the occasional wiggle of his ear flaps and the slight, rhythmic rise and fall of his back are the movements that Toothless gave.

The matron frequently visited Hiccup to give him his treatments: sometimes to hand feed him broth or water and other times to take off the bandages from the stump of Hiccup's leg and apply cream or ointment on the Splinched area. Toothless took little to no notice of the witch caring for Hiccup; all he cared about was that Hiccup's heart still had a steady rhythm and the dragon watched or listened vigilantly for any sign that the boy would soon wake. He knew that the witch was focused on Hiccup just as he was; so, as she approached, Toothless assumed that she was going to check up on him and thus was surprised when she spoke to him.

"Excuse me?"

Toothless raised his head to find the witch standing at the foot of the bed with her eyes trained on him. She repeated the question.

"Excuse me?"

Pomfrey slowly moved towards him, all the while talking to Toothless. "I -uh- I just need to give you a check up, alright?" As Pomfrey finished talking, she drew out her wand.

Upon seeing this, Toothless reacted, jumping onto his feet and growling at her. Pomfrey raised her hands, along with her wand, as a show of non-hostility. "I don't intend to harm you, I just need my wand to examine you. You were injured two days ago and I need to see what state your body is in." said Pomfrey. Toothless was surprised to know that he was out for a few days but still remained in his stance and continued to stare at the witch, though his expression changed to one full of nervousness; they remained staring at each other, until (astonishingly) Toothless hummed and dropped his defensive stance. The Night Fury assumed a sitting position, reminiscent of a cat's, and waited for the matron to begin.

Pomfrey remained in the spot for a few moments before she snapped to her senses and began examining Toothless. She said, "Lumos", which lit up the tip of her wand and used it to aid her search along his body for any types or traces of symptoms: his legs, back, wings, tail, chest, mouth and ears were all swept by the search light of Pomfrey's eyes and wand. All she found was merely a tiny number of chipped scales, which created obvious holes amongst Toothless' near smooth hide. Toothless thought that the witch was finished with her assessment when she finally stepped back after she analyzed his mouth.

He was thus surprised when she said, "Stay still for this." She raised her wand and pointed it at Toothless' chest.

Immediately, the Night Fury recoiled and resumed his defensive stance, though, an anxious expression was plastered on his face instead of aggression. Pomfrey raised her arms in a placating way in an effort to soothe him. "It's the last spell, okay; it won't hurt at all." Toothless dropped his stance shortly after this, yet still retained his anxious expression and stood on his hind legs with his front paws in front of him. The matron then raised her wand and pointed it towards the Night Fury's chest.

"Intra corpus uideo."

A slight chill fell on Toothless' chest; it wasn't uncomfortable nor suffocating but it felt as though a cold breeze was continuously passing by his chest and cooled it. Toothless lowered his head down to see what had happened; what he saw caused him to use all of his self-control to resist the urge to recoil and the chill quickly from his chest across his entire body.

He could see though his chest.

Instead of seeing an area of neatly packed obsidian scales that laid flat and smooth, Toothless saw that his chest had turned transparent and now he could see what his chest concealed; his ribcage encased his lungs and his heart, provide a measure protection around these delicate organs; his lungs, larger than a lion of his size, was shrouded with veins, swelling and shrinking in tune to Toothless' breathing; his heart was blocked from view, obscured by the ribcage and lungs. He looked at the witch in front of him; she was staring at the contents of his chest very intently, as though she expected them to start jumping inside and begin dancing the conga.

The matron twisted her wand slowly and as she did so, the ribcage and lungs slowly transformed, first to opaque and finally to completely transparent. Only white outlines of his lungs and ribcage remained to indicate that his vital bones and organs remained in same place; curiously, the outlines moved in time with Toothless' breathing. The witch before Toothless was staring at his heart, the only organ that didn't turn transparent; she moved her head around at different angles in an obvious attempt to examine his heart fully.

One or two minutes passed before the witch nodded and pointed her wand away from his chest. As soon as the wand was pointed away from Toothless, the chill fled from his body and his chest resumed its regular ebony coloration. Toothless let out a breath that he wasn't even aware that he held; never had any sort of magic been placed on Toothless before. He had heard of stories before from other dragons, of people with magical gifts, who often assisted dragons, rescued them and even fed and nursed them back to health.

"Well," said Pomfrey, snapping Toothless out of his train of thought, "everything's in order."

A growl caused both of them to jump. Witch and Night Fury looked around for the source until another louder growl (or more accurately roar) told both of them that his stomach was hungering for food. Toothless looked at Pomfrey and groaned at her.

"You hungry?" asked Pomfrey quickly getting the point. Toothless nodded up and down enthusiastically. "Shall I request for some food? I would get it myself but I can't leave my patient," Pomfrey said, whilst gesturing towards Hiccup. Toothless responded with some rigorous nodding and wiggling of his body.

The matron nodded in relief as well and lifted her wand; something enormous burst out of the tip of the wand. The creature resembled a shark to Toothless but upon closer inspection, he saw that the tail fin was inverted, there were no gills on either the side of the sea creature and the head was rounded with a beak for a mouth. The silvery-blue dolphin swam around the room three times before it finally rushed towards the door and passed through it. Toothless' eyes followed the dolphin's path and continued to stare after the sea creature vanished through the door. After staring at the door for a few minutes, the dragon grew bored and laid himself around Hiccup's bed.

A few minutes passed after the dolphin vanished through the door when a knock came upon the door. Pomfrey, who was busy tending to Hiccup, looked up at the double doors and asked, "Who is it?"

"It is I, Albus Dumbledore, bringing food for the Night Fury." Pomfrey nodded and pointed her wand at the door and gave it a flick. "Aberto." The doors opened, revealing four people behind them which entered into the room: Hagrid, the giant that carried Toothless into the castle, was carrying a generously-sized piece of raw steak that Toothless suspected to be yak or some other similar animal, as well as a smile that spread from ear to ear, which was aimed at Toothless, as if he was merely a puppy rather than a dangerous fire-breathing dragon; Albus, a tall yet spindly, elderly man who oddly seemed to emit youthful energy, was wearing deep purple robes with golden crescent moons and stars scattered on it with a matching pointed hat and holding a plump raw chicken; Snape (who was positioned to Dumbledore's right) was wearing his signature black cloak and robes and held a huge leg of lamb with both hands; McGonagall, located on Snape's right, was wearing emerald green robes with her hair fastened into a bun and carried an enormous salmon (Toothless sensed that she was someone who was not to be crossed with).

Toothless cautiously, yet eagerly, moved up towards them to retrieve the food yet backed away abruptly, growling, his body resuming a defensive stance; they were still in possession of their abnormal sticks. Dumbledore and Hagrid both looked very puzzled; one look at Toothless glaring at McGonagall and Snape answered their questions. The former pair had the foresight to leave their wands behind; the latter pair were still wary of the Night Fury and had brought their wands should an emergency arise that require them to. The two professors received a look from the other staff members, particularly from Dumbledore, whose look was quite stern.

"Disarm yourselves," commanded Dumbledore gently.

"But Albus…" responded McGonagall rather nervously.

"We need to show him that we are worthy of his trust," soothed Dumbledore.

"Aye, e'll be more trusting when e's not threatened and discarding yer wands will do the trick," supplied Hagrid.

Snape and McGonagall looked at Hagrid with a slight amount of exasperation. Yet they relented, pulling out their wands and holding them loosely. Toothless gestured with his head for the wands to be thrown behind them. After receiving another look from Dumbledore and Hagrid, the pair begrudgingly threw their wands behind them, ensuring the wands landed a few beds down behind them. As soon as the wands landed beyond their owners reach, Toothless' composure relaxed and his face resumed the curious expression he wore at their first confrontation that could only be described as adorable.

Slowly and cautiously, Toothless edged closer towards McGonagall, who held his preferred type of protein; Toothless thought that meat from land animals was too fatty. As Toothless closed in on McGonagall, the other professors inched away. Hagrid looked rather forlorn as he wanted Toothless to approach him instead of McGonagall. "What are you all doing?" asked McGonagall with a bit of alarm. "Just giving you space," replied Dumbledore with a small smile; McGonagall's looked in disbelief at the Headmaster, yet she groaned slightly as the Night Fury had approached her and opened his mouth to receive the salmon. All that was inside his mouth were thick, fleshy, pink gums along with a matching, forked tongue.

"Toothless," remarked McGonagall, "strange, I thought I saw…"

SHNK! A fraction of a second later, pristine white teeth, sharper than knives, shot out of the gums. They clamped down on the salmon, narrowly missing McGonagall's hands, and ripped it from her grip. Everyone's eyes widened (except for Madam Pomfrey, whose attention was fixed solely upon Hiccup) as they followed the salmon's course, as it snapped into three pieces, as though it was a cracker, with three consecutive SNAPS and piece by piece, the salmon slid down Toothless' throat; the dragon licked his lips just after the tail of the salmon vanished from view. Everybody was partially paralyzed whilst Toothless continued licking his teeth with obvious relish.

"Teeth," McGonagall finished rather quietly.

The Night Fury's attention alarmingly snapped towards McGonagall with his narrowed eyes focused on her; he walked towards the witch with his head tilted upwards to the right and warble echoing audibly in his throat. McGonagall, alarmed, started to back away from Toothless; however, the professor tripped over her robes and fell flat on her rear and she was forced to scramble away using her hands as well as her feet. McGonagall was soon pinned between a bed and Toothless' head; the other staff members rushed towards her side. Dumbledore stopped as soon as he saw the expression on Toothless' face and gestured to the others to halt; in the eyes and face of Night Fury was curiosity.

"Um, I don't have anymore," responded McGonagall, as if she was dealing with a student who was complaining about their homework. The Night Fury's emerald eyes stared into McGonagall's silver-grey ones for awhile before the former's throat started to hitch. Congested sounds came out of the Night Fury's throat and the dragon dipped his head towards McGonagall's lap, promptly vomiting one third of the fish (the tail end) he had just eaten onto her robes. Toothless felt something else about the witch in front of him; though she looked imposing and stern, she had this motherly feeling around her that Toothless couldn't - wouldn't- described as anything else. McGonagall squirmed and groaned at the fish on her lap.

Toothless then sat down on his hind legs and looked expectantly at the witch. An awkward, silent moment passed as McGonagall and her colleagues had no clue what to do next with a Night Fury staring at one of the professors. Toothless gave them the hint of what McGonagall was supposed to do by gesturing his head at the fish. McGonagall's awkward expression was replaced with a look of horrified exasperation as she connected the dots. "No, that can't be," McGonagall thought in horror. The others too have connected the dots, as Dumbledore said, "He wants you to eat it."

"Really!?" McGonagall groaned begrudgedly. Dumbledore responded with a nonchalant shrug.

Toothless gestured at the piece of hurled salmon again, then let out a small, sad coon and dipped his head slightly with his pupils widened and ear flaps flat, creating an expression reminiscent of a melancholy dog begging. Hagrid let out a large "Aww!" which slightly ruined the atmosphere yet Toothless' sad face continued to remain adorable (even Snape's poker face had begun to crack, though thanks to Hagrid's "aww", his fracturing poker face was replaced with a look of disdain). Dumbledore prompted McGonagall, saying "How can you resist that face, Minerva?" with an amused grin in his face.

McGonagall looked straight into with Dumbledore's eyes and replied, "When I am forced to eat regurgitated fish."

"I think you should really eat it, like take a bite and actually swallow it," piped up Hagrid.

McGonagall transferred her stare from Dumbledore to Hagrid and asked doubtfully, "Why?"

"I read somewhere that dragons never offer regurgitated food to those they don't trust," Hagrid answered, "and eating it shows that you trust them. Also, they are smart enough to know if you actually ate it."

McGonagall hadn't thought of that before. Mainly because she wasn't an expert on dragon behavior, yet, she slightly doubted Hagrid's words as the man often saw and treated hazardously dangerous magical beasts with the same gentleness and affection as one would with infant Crups and Kneazles (the wizarding equivalent to dogs and cats respectively). But the behavior and the expression that was expressed in the Night Fury did not indicate any form of malice or hatred. True, it showed aggression to her twice before but only because he felt threatened at the fact that she was armed with her wand.

The Night Fury also showed intelligence when it detected the presence of her wand along with Snape's and was smart enough to have them throw the wands in an unreachable area. So it was, McGonagall took one look at the Night Fury, sighed and, to the surprise of everyone, picked the fish up and raised it to her mouth. The piece of fish was grimy and slippery in her hands and the smell. Oh, the smell. It smelt as though it was months old curdled milk strained through a gym sock that hasn't been washed for months. Momentarily, her disgust showed but it was smoothly replaced with one of determination as she continued to raise the fish to her teeth.

A snigger floated from the right of the professor; McGonagall closed her mouth and followed the sound to its source. The snigger had came from Snape, who did not miss the fleeting expression of repulsion that momentarily formed on McGonagall's face. His face was no longer mask-like and neutral, but filled with mirth at McGonagall's obvious disgust and the Potions Master bit his lips and cheeks in an effort to not giggle. Snape bit his cheeks and lips harder as he saw the look of irritation on his coworker's face and his hands began to grip the front of his robes tightly.

With an infuriated huff, McGonagall turned her face away from Snape's and looked at the fish, dreading the prospect of eating it. Mentally preparing herself, McGonagall raised the fish to her mouth (taking care to hold her breath as to not breathe in the revolting regurgitated fish smell) and took a small bite, closing her eyes as she did so.

McGonagall bit off a piece of salmon with a wet crunch, though she nearly barfed the moment her mouth separated from the fish. Thankfully for McGonagall, she bit into an area where there were no bones; furthermore, the house elves had provided her with a descaled fish, sparing McGonagall from swallowing bones and scales that get lodged in her throat. Nevertheless, the slipperiness of the salmon was disgusting and the gooey, sticky, sliminess of the dragon's saliva that smothered the salmon just made things worse. And the taste. Oh, the taste was on a level of revolting that was beyond the descriptive power of words.

McGonagall took a few seconds to mentally ready herself before she attempted to swallow the fish. The piece of salmon caught in her throat and her throat began to hitch, causing some of the contents of her stomach to rise up her throat in an effort to eject the revolting fish out of her mouth.

McGonagall caught herself just in time, her hand managing to clamp down on her mouth to prevent herself from vomiting. After a moment easing the tension in her throat and regaining her composure, McGonagall again attempted to swallow down the fish. The salmon stood still at the edge of the back of her throat for a second, before it slid down her throat reluctantly, leaving behind a grimy feeling in her throat.

McGonagall let out a small retch, but from the look of distaste that was etched onto face, she looked like she had merely swallowed a spoonful of unappealing medicine. The witch then looked at the Night Fury, who looked at her approvingly then licked his lips. McGonagall looked at him and then feigned a smile, though it came off as more of a grimace.

SNAP!

THUMP!

Both dragon and witch turned towards the source of the noises. What they found was Snape had fallen onto his knees, his face moistened with the tears that came streaming from his eyes. His body eventually collapsed upon the floor and Snape rolled to his back, his mouth occupied from howling with laughter. Oddly, no sound rang clear from the rolling figure on the floor.

McGonagall (whose outrage at Snape transformed into confusion) transferred her attention from the writhing teacher to Dumbledore. His hand was outstretched and pointing towards Snape, having clearly Silenced Snape wordlessly and wandlessly.

Her marvel at Dumbledore's skill soon however, morphed into irritance once she saw that Dumbledore's cheeks were pinched from his attempt at preventing the giggle in his mouth from escaping and his eyes were wrinkled in amusement. Hagrid looked at McGonagall with utter joy and delight, as if he had seen her play with a puppy rather than swallow a puked up fish. He commented, "Aw, he likes you."

The Deputy Headmistress looked around towards the Night Fury, only to find his face a feet away from hers and still approaching, his throat warbling. The dragon had fallen silently on his front paws and had walked up towards her to face her. Toothless only stopped once the gap between the two faces was about an inch or two. There (for a moment), they remained still, grey and emerald eyes fixed at each other, with curiosity and a hint of caution filled within them.

Then…

Toothless reached his head forward and gave McGonagall a small lick on the cheek. Then, the Night Fury backed away, stood still and finally turned away from her. As Toothless withdrew his face, an expression of disbelief had filled the entirety of McGonagall's face. How could such a powerful and dangerous beast behave with such intelligence and gentleness?

Toothless walked up to Hiccup's bed and curled his body around it, causing the matron who was sat beside it to rush onto her feet to shuffle out the way. Madam Pomfrey, who had seen McGonagall eat the barfed up salmon, did not interfere until Toothless moved back towards Hiccup. The matron rushed to the medicine cupboard and after a shuffling through the contents, she found a small vial of water-clear potion, worth a single swallow. Rushing to McGonagall, Pomfrey thrust the potion into the witch's hand. (It is worth mentioning that currently Snape was positioned flat on the floor on his back, heavily wheezing.)

"Here, a tonic to help you digest the raw fish."

McGonagall grateful thanked Pomfrey and downed the tonic with a sigh. As soon as the potion reached her stomach, the momentary feeling of nausea vanished from the pit of her stomach, along with the grimy feeling that clung to the back of her throat. The Night Fury huffed a small jet of air into Hiccup's faces to find out whether it would incite a reaction. When it did not, Toothless cooed sadly before lowering himself onto the ground and preparing to fall asleep.

Dumbledore sighed and looked out the window; the sun had sunken into the horizon and disappeared from view, leaving the sky a midnight dark blue, speckled with stars. He had not noticed at all that the illumination that lit the hospital ward was provided by candles. Dumbledore looked at his watch (whose face peculiarly had twelve hands that did not move, yet had twelve planets that encircled the hands on the edge of the face) and sighed.

"It's getting late, we should get to bed," Dumbledore announced to his staff.

"Al'right professor, I'll get going now." With that, Hagrid nodded at the Headmaster and walked towards the door then exited the room.

Dumbledore extended his hand to the area where McGonagall's and Snape's wands were thrown and made a movement reminiscent to tugging a rope; the two wands flew towards his outstretched hand and he caught them. Dumbledore then dispelled the Silencing Charm that he had cast on Snape; wheezes and small giggles whispered out of his mouth as he clambered onto his feet with the help of Dumbledore and a smug smile was spread across his mouth. Dumbledore looked at him in the eyes and said, "Don't say a word of Minerva's… test to anyone who wasn't present, am I clear?

"Of course," sniggered Snape.

With that, the trio left the hospital ward after Dumbledore returned the two wands to their owners; sniggers floated out of Snape erratically and McGonagall whispered for him to shut up, which only caused the Potions Master to giggle a little louder. Pomfrey turned away from the receding view of the three teachers and walked over towards Hiccup. Taking care to avoiding stepping on the Night Fury's tail, she looked over Hiccup and adjusted some of his pillows and blankets slightly to increase his comfort. Then, after navigating herself cautiously away from the bed and walking towards her office door, she waved her wand and extinguished all the candles before opening the door and entering her office to turn in herself for the night.

Just a few things.

First, I am going to make a lot of changes to the Wizarding World; I will incorporate elements from our Muggle world into their world. I won't specify what I will incorporate but you will see in the next few chapters. Send suggestions via reviews.

Secondly, there is the matter of Hiccup's Hogwarts House. I believe that Hiccup could be in any of the Four House (yes, including Slytherin). He has all the characteristics of all the Houses, though I believe that he is best suited in Gryffindor (sorry to those who love Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw Hiccups). I will reveal where Hiccup will be placed when the entire school returns to Hogwarts.

Thirdly, I am thinking of changing Hiccup's first name, as Dumbledore would think that having a spotlight on Hiccup would not be good for him, especially in Hiccup's situation as he is in a whole new world alone, lost his leg and he discovered his new magical abilities. Also, Hiccup is a silly name (even by wizarding standards).

Finally, here is a quote from the next chapter and this one is from Dumbledore.

"I'm not going to tell you."

What is he talking about? Read the next chapter.

See ya.