Disclaimer: I do not own any of the properties of JK Rowling's Harry Potter nor Dreamwork's How To Train Your Dragon. I am merely playing in their sandboxes yet any new spells or items are created by me.

This is by far the longest chapter that I have written so far.

Enjoy.

Chapter 8: That Wizard, Realizing Prt. 2

Time stopped after those words were uttered by the old man's lips. Disbelief filled every ounce of Hiccup as he registered what was spoken. "You are a wizard," echoed in Hiccup's brain but that was impossible. There was no way he could be one at all; there was no evidence that he could find that proved that he was a wizard. In fact, Hiccup doubted that there was any evidence of magic in the first place.

Gobber was always telling tall tales to those who bother to listen or who were impaired from drinking excessive amounts of alcohol whenever he too was seriously drunk. He told tales of trolls who stole left socks, of Bonekappers who hunted him down continuously (where he was saved by Thor and a whale) and of witches and wizards. The latter subject was a bit more ominous; Gobber always detailed stories of people going missing, and of people who summoned demons and evil spirits to cast curses, who used black magic.

But remember, this came from the man who believed that Thor himself had the time and the will to save him from a non-existent dragon. This could be a some twisted and highly inappropriate prank the twins are playing on him. Send him to an unknown location and hire an old person to act as a healer to convince Hiccup he was a wizard, when in fact he wasn't. The twins always had a warped sense of humour and always seemed to pull off pranks that had a high probability of failing seamlessly, almost magically.

"Huh, this just some joke, right?" Hiccup, jokingly, "this is just some joke that the twins thought up to prank me, right?"

"No, this isn't a joke," responded Dumbledore (or whatever his name was), "And by the way, I have no idea which twins you are talking about, though, I do know of a pair of identical twin boys who see it as their mission to cause a much mayhem as possible."

Hiccup closely surveyed the man's face for any signs of mischief in his face for a while. There was amusement in his eyes yes, but it was more so aimed at his comment about the twins that knew. Yes, this man was not joking, his whole face had a seriousness that was difficult for Hiccup to place.

Also, it was unlikely that the twins would be able to loop Dumbledore in on their plans, due to the difficulties of communication, yet for some reason, Dumbledore was magically able to speak it as well understand it better. Add to that the facts that this prank is too outlandish for even them to conjure up and the amount of trouble they could inflict upon themselves due to pranking him right after he woke up would be too much for even them to handle and the possibility that this was a prank shrank lower and lower.

Hiccup, deciding that it was best to change the subject, asked, "What exactly is this place?"

"As I have said before," Dumbledore responded, "This is a school were the youth of the magical population is protected and housed as they are taught how to control and use their magic."

"Protected?" Hiccup asked, confused, "Why do they need protection?"

"Well, for most of our history," Dumbledore explained, "our magical abilities were envied by the non-magical population. Soon, our abilities became feared and hated, which led to much persecution to our kind. Eventually, the suffering became so great, that world-wide witches and wizards gathered into small communities and magically hidden themselves, as well as remove any traces of magic."

Okay, that made sense, thought Hiccup. That would probably explain why he didn't hear solid things about magic, if all traces of it were removed. Besides, witches and wizards weren't allowed on Berk. Hiccup had heard very few things about magic that didn't come from Gobber, but from what he heard, from the beginning of Berk's history, witches and wizards came with the first settlers but their relationship with the rest of the village was destroyed when they helped the dragons. However, their magic was quite bad and combined that with the fact that they were outnumbered ten to one, they were quickly banished and banned from Berk, and any history of them would have been erased.

Thus, as the decades went by and no magical people were being found within the village, the memory of magic was soon forgotten. After all, they got their minds occupied by dragon raids and soon the tradition of searching through homes for any witch or wizard faded away, from 50 years after the ban on magic was imposed. Now, the only way magic was talked about in the village was though Gobber's loud, drunken stories and the one or two second-hand, solid stories that Hiccup heard from his father, which was passed on from his father. Besides, as there were no magical people in the village for about 250 years, there was no chance that he inherited magical blood from his parents.

"Alright, that's a good explanation," Hiccup finally allowed, "but still, I'm not sure that magic exists."

Dumbledore looked straight into Hiccup's eyes for a moment, before he broke his eye contact with the boy and gave out an amused chuckle.

"What?" Hiccup questioned, indignantly.

"Nothing really," chuckled Dumbledore as he looked at Hiccup again, with amusement etched in his face, "I just found it amusing that you don't believe that magic exists, yet you have a dragon for a... pet."

"Are dragons' magical creatures?" asked Hiccup, with one eyebrow raised.

"Yes!" Dumbledore said incredulously, "Dragons are virtually synonymous with magic."

Both stared at each other for a moment before Dumbledore said, "But if you are insistent on seeing proof there is magic, I will happily oblige."

As he said this, his hand went inside his pocket and drew out a stick. It was bone-white and thin, with bulbs and gaps set in a repetitive pattern, each bulb getting wider as they came closer to the handle. A black band was located at the handle on the wand and there were weird symbols or runes that held no discernible meaning to Hiccup. Dumbledore shifted on the bed he was sitting on and faced the bed that was to the left of Hiccup's bed. The "wizard" pointed his wand at the bed and gave it a casual flick.

The bed suddenly caught on fire; enormous tongues of fire danced all over the bed and lashed against the air, hungering and searching for any sort of fuel. Hiccup gasped in shock (even Toothless, who was about to take a small nap, shot his head up when he saw the flames) but even as Hiccup rounded on Dumbledore to tell him to put out the fire, the fire vanished. The bed was virtually devoid of any sign of damage from the flames, be it scorch marks or soot; even the air was empty of any evidence of smoke, be it the sight and smell of it.

Hiccup, perplexed at what had just happened, was whipping his head back and forth between Dumbledore and the bed in an effort to comprehend what had just happened. Dumbledore was amused at the sight of Hiccup's baffled face and decided to push it further. As Hiccup turned towards him, Dumbledore waved his wand at the bed again. Hiccup followed the wand and turned his head just in time to see the bed morph into a yak.

The yak (who was coated in long, thick, golden-brown hair and long horns) mooed for a moment but fell silent as its eyes widened at the sight of the Night Fury. Toothless stood still for one moment before he moved towards the yak to inspect it. However, the yak had interpreted this movement as a sign of aggression and acted in the way any level-headed animal did when it saw a powerfully built and equipped predator advancing towards it. It ran for its life, bowling through the beds like rickety, weakened fences and causing them to fly through the air.

Hiccup then watched as the yak abruptly flew through the air, like a fish caught and yanked by a fishing line, mooing in surprise. The yak then transformed back into a bed, which was upside down with the sheets and pillows streaming behind it. But before the bed could even fall a few feet and before Hiccup could round towards Dumbledore to tell him to stop the bed, the bed flipped the right way up. It slowed down its descent, the bed sheets and pillows following it in an orderly manner. Hiccup then looked around and saw the other beds that were sent flying by the yak's stampede also were gracefully falling in back into place.

The beds landed on the floor softly with the pillows landing in their proper place and the bed sheets covering the bed and tucking themselves neatly under the bed. Dumbledore looked at the boy and the dragon and placed his hand on top of his mouth so as to not laugh at the sight of Hiccup with the most dumbfounded expression on his face, complete with a slack jaw. Even Toothless was perplexed at what he saw, seen from how his ears stood erect, his eyes were widened, and his lower jaw was slightly loose.

Minutes passed before sounds could even begin to form within Hiccup's mouth. He couldn't believe it. Magic did exist. Gobber wasn't making up stories about magic. So, then what other bits of his stories were true? Does this man practice dark magic? Does he worship Loki? Do Boneknappers exist? But this man says that he has magic himself. How was that possible?

"But wait?" Hiccup finally said, "How can I be a wizard? None of my family were magical."

"Oh?" Dumbledore said, curious, "You're not going to question what had just transpired and how it happened?"

"No," Hiccup replied, "its obvious that you used magic to do what you just did with the bed, so why debate it. I just didn't believe that people themselves are able to do so as no one in my village has the ability to do so."

"Oh, that is interesting to know," Dumbledore stated, "Well, it is possible for a witch or a wizard to be born from a long line of muggles." Seeing the confused expression on Hiccup's face, Dumbledore answered his silent question, "Muggles are our term for non-magical people; I believe it originated from the word 'muddled'. But it is possible that there was a witch or wizard in your family tree."

"But in my village," Hiccup began, "no witches and wizards are allowed to be in the village, much less marry one of the villagers. In fact, there has not been any witches nor wizards in the tribe for around 250 years."

"More like 1250 years," Dumbledore thought privately. It interested Dumbledore that in Hiccup's culture had banned any form of magic but it made sense when he considered that dragons harassed Hiccup's village and any connection to dragons (especially magic) would be banned. This also probably explained why Hiccup could have suppressed his magic. But that theory was weakened by the fact that he was not aware that he was magical. Maybe the experience of time travel altered or even erased his memories. But even that theory falls apart as there was no sign of memory loss within Hiccup, at least as far as he knows, due to his obvious recognition of his dragon.

"Well, it is possible that your magical blood originated from a Squib ancestor," Dumbledore stated to Hiccup.

"What, Squib?" Hiccup asked.

"A non-magical person that is born from magical parents," clarified Dumbledore.

"Okay," Hiccup said after a few minutes of pondering this theory and deeming it possible, "let's assume that you are right, that I am a wizard. What solid evidence could you show?"

Dumbledore seemed to have an inkling that this question was coming and thus handed Hiccup his wand, holding the tip of the wand and offering the handle to Hiccup. Hiccup was reluctant to hold the wand but after a reassuring nod from Dumbledore, he slowly took it in his hand. As soon as his hand touched the wand and gasped it, Hiccup felt a sense of unease and it emanated from the wand. He felt as if the wand was alive and was very distrustful of him. It felt like an extension of his arm, similar to a hand but it felt like this hand was unwilling to follow his commands. Even so, Hiccup sensed that the wand in his hand wielded a raw power. How he knew that, he wasn't sure.

"Hiccup?"

Hiccup looked up from the wand and into Dumbledore's face. Dumbledore face was somewhat devoid of any emotions, except for a little bit of curiosity. He switched his attention from the wand to Hiccup and vice versa for a few times before he said, "You need to wave it."

Hiccup, who was unaware that he sat there with his glaze firm on the wand or stick, snapped out of his stupor and after hearing Dumbledore's instruction, gave the wand a wave. Shock abruptly registered on Hiccup's face as an enormous BANG erupted from the wand, accompanied with a large cluster of emerald green sparks and a huge cloud of murky, dark-green, rancid-smelling smoke.

Hiccup then flung the wand away from him as though it bite or burned him, a trail of sparks and smoke flowing from the tip as spun through the air. At this, Dumbledore moved. He shot from his seat on the bed and dove towards the wand, catching it by its handle. When he caught it, Dumbledore swiped the air with his wand. As he did so, the smoke and the sparks that filled the air vanished, leaving only a slight rancid smell in the air. Movement caused Hiccup to face Toothless' face as the dragon (who dozed off) had woken up abruptly and had seen the cloud of smoke and sparks. Toothless pressed his nose into Hiccup to see whether his human was alright.

"I'm alright, Toothless, I'm alright," soothed Hiccup in answer to Toothless' worried coos.

"Toothless? Do you call him Toothless?" asked Dumbledore.

"Uh, yeah?" said Hiccup.

"How curious, my staff and I have named him Toothless as well as," said Dumbledore amazed.

"Oh. You hear that bud?" said Hiccup, pleasantly surprised, "Your name really suits you!" Toothless responded with a happy warble and coo.

Dumbledore then realised that this was the first time he had seen Hiccup smile. The smile on Hiccup's face faded as comprehension took over. He was a wizard. It was proven when he waved the wand. As he did so, Hiccup felt some sort of energy flow up his arm into the wand and after he threw the wand away, the magic flowed back up his arm and had seemingly vanished back into him. However, when Hiccup focused within him, he felt the energy flow through his body in secret. Hidden. Waiting to be released.

From that, he now was certain he was a wizard.

"So, I'm a wizard," Hiccup contemplated.

"Yes, you are," Dumbledore agreed.

"But, how come I only found out about my magic now?" asked Hiccup.

"I'm not sure," said Dumbledore thoughtfully, leaning his head back slightly, "but it is possible that you had some handle of your magic and you were able to subconsciously hide it. Or maybe you were subconsciously using or releasing your magic in an inconspicuous manner."

"But how?" Hiccup asked, "How could I have been using magic before?"

"Think," said Dumbledore, "do you remember any moments were bizarre and unexplainable things happened?"

Hiccup opened his mouth to answer "No," but he closed his mouth as he turned away pondering. Now that he thought about it, there were some instances where things have happened: Every time he was in the forge, the tools that he needed were always within arms-reach, even though some of the tools he later remembered were placed at the other side of the forge and when he was falling from the first free flight with Toothless and was hurtling towards the fog-smothered rock pillars, he felt something flow through him: time seemed to slow down (the rocks that were previously rushing towards him slowed to a stroll), he was super sensitive to where Toothless was leaning towards and he could see the pillars as clear as day.

But the memory that stuck with Hiccup was when he was eight years-old. He was running from a pursuing Snotlout, Tuffnut and Ruffnut, eager to use him as a punch bag. He turned a corner and found some crates blocking his way; he climbed over them and jumped. When he landed, a steady wind met his face and tousled his hair. He had to blink a few times before he realized he was standing on the roof of the Great Hall.

He quickly scrambled to find something to cling onto; finding one of the chimneys, he began yelling and crying at the top of his voice. It was noon when he was being chased, however, the sun was just beginning to set before his father managed to find a way to climb up the side of the building. Both father and son finally got to the ground where a large crowd had gathered to see the spectacle, the boy being very shaken and very pale.

Stoick was angry that Hiccup climbed up to the roof of the Great Hall but his fury at the trio who were bullying him was so intense, even the twins were struck dumb. In the end, Snotlout and the twins were grounded for a month and it was another month before they started bullying Hiccup again (although, the bullying was subdued to name calling and insults). But what made Hiccup wonder was how was he able to get to the top of the Great Hall?

"Yeah, I remembered some instances," Hiccup finally replied, then he remembered something, "Wait, did you do a spell on me so I could speak and understand your language?"

"I'm impressed that you managed to find out," said Dumbledore, pleasantly surprised, "what made you figure that out?"

"Your pronunciation, accent and ability to form sentences changed," Hiccup pointed out, "when I hear your words, my ears tingle a bit, my tongue also tingles when I speak and as I was eating, I felt something wash over my hands, eyes, ears and tongue."

"Well, colour me impressed," Dumbledore said cheerfully, "you managed to figure it out only with that amount of information. Yes, I placed a Short-term Language Charm on you as you were eating. Please excuse me for placing a spell on you without your knowledge or consent," Dumbledore apologised, his regret evident in his eyes.

"Don't worry about it," Hiccup said, "it's not like I'm complaining."

Soon silence fell between them as Hiccup deduced what was going to happen.

"You want to teach me how to use my magic, don't you?" asked Hiccup, a little bit bluntly.

Dumbledore smiled as he said, "Your intelligence is very much evident. Yes, we would like to offer you a full-time education at Hogwarts."

Hiccup pondered for a moment before saying, "That's a nice offer, but... I'm afraid I have to refuse."

"Normally, I would be happy to comply with your decision but I am afraid that I have to insist," replied the Headmaster.

"Why?" Hiccup posed.

"Because you wield incredible power," answered Dumbledore, much to Hiccup's shock, "Hiccup, you managed to apparate – that is to teleport into the Hogwarts Grounds."

"So?" Hiccup question, not seeing the big deal.

Dumbledore in turn said, "The castle and the surrounding grounds have been heavily enchanted so that no one can neither apparate into, within nor out of the castle or grounds, no matter what they do. The only way to do so is if the enchantment has been lifted and only the person who can do so is the one who holds the office of Headmaster of Hogwarts, which is me.

"Yet, you, a fourteen year-old boy who did not receive any training nor had any knowledge of magic, managed to dismantle a part of the enchantment that even fully trained, highly-skilled and grown-up wizards and witches have been unable to even imagine to dismantle and which can only be lifted by me, the Headmaster of Hogwarts.

"What that tells me is that you have unimaginable power and potential. You may have some control over it, but if left unchecked, and without proper training, it can build up until it erupts from your body, uncontrolled and rampant, unleashing inconceivable and disastrous consequences." Here Dumbledore paused, and though his eyes were directed towards Hiccup's slowly paling face, they seem clouded and far away, as if he was someplace else or was remembering something. Then they blinked and refocused on Hiccup.

"Hiccup," said Dumbledore slowly, after a while, "I'm sorry, I did not mean to frighten you, but I simply want what is best from you. So, I have to insist that you accept the offer."

The silence that followed them was the longest and most potent one of them all. Dumbledore silently hoped that Hiccup would accept and that he would forget about asking what happened to his village. But he knew that as the intelligent and loving boy Hiccup was, he would ask about the condition of his village and Dumbledore knew that he would have to be the bearer of the worst news as far as he knew to Hiccup. Hiccup sat there as the words that came out of Dumbledore's mouth dawned on him. He had more power that even other adults never had. How could he not have noticed? How could have not known? What the old man even joking? Hiccup knew that Dumbledore wasn't joking (the emotions were far too realistic to be faked) but still it was so surreal that it took time for Hiccup to digest and accept.

"So, I have to accept, right?" Hiccup stated, rather than asked.

"Yes," agreed Dumbledore, somewhat regretfully and relieved at the same.

"But I can't," said Hiccup.

"Why?" asked Dumbledore. It was, oh so subtle but as Dumbledore asked "why?", he stiffened ever so slightly.

"Because, I need to get back to my village," Hiccup said, "I need to know what happened to them. Did they survive the conflict? What happened while I was unconscious? How is my father, Stoick? What about my- friend, Astrid? What happened to them?"

"I don't know," Dumbledore responded, as he looked out the window.

"Well, could you at least send me back?" Hiccup requested.

There was a pause before the Headmaster replied, "I can't."

"Why not?!" demanded Hiccup.

"Because I have no way of doing so," Dumbledore answered, "and even if there was the slimmest chance that I could, I wouldn't because of the insurmountable risks that follow it."

"Are you just trying to keep me here, so you can make me into a weapon that you can command?!" Hiccup accused Dumbledore.

"Heavens, no!" Dumbledore said alarmed at the accusation, "My first instinct was to take you home as soon as you were able to. But I can't."

"Then why not?!" Hiccup demanded again.

Dumbledore stared out the window before he asked, "What year do you think it is?"

"Huh?" Hiccup said, perplexed, "What has that have to do with me getting home?"

"It has everything to do with getting you home," Dumbledore stated seriously, finally turning to face Hiccup.

Hiccup looked sceptically at Dumbledore before he answered, "Um, 994."

"You're close," Dumbledore said, "but you are missing one extra number."

"What?!" said Hiccup, surprised.

"Hiccup, I don't know how to say this," Dumbledore began, "but, you're in the far future. The year is 1994."

Silence followed that statement until an odd sound followed it.

Laughter.

In the silence that preceded the laughter, Hiccup face was full of disbelief until a smile grew on his face slowly. Then, a small giggle escaped his lips, which then increased to laughter. He laughed for a while, in which Toothless woke up from his nap. He was irked to be disturbed from his sleep, but his face contorted into confusion as Toothless saw the mirth on Hiccup's face. Hiccup covered his mouth to stifle the noise but his laughter was still audible.

"That's a joke, right?" Hiccup asked wheezily, after he stopped laughing.

"It's not a joke," said Dumbledore seriously.

"Yes, it is," Hiccup insisted.

"No, it isn't," Dumbledore also insisted.

"Yes, it is."

"No, it isn't."

"YES, IT IS!"

Hiccup exploded; anger etched all over his face, the mirth that was there a second ago wiped away completely by his fury. However, that fury instantly evaporated from his face as he saw the shocked expression that Toothless was showing. Toothless crooned worried, having never seen his human display any form of anger in front of him; the closest thing he saw to anger was subtle frustration or exasperation, something that was only shown when there was a problem with the saddle. Toothless moved his head towards Hiccup, in order to soothe him. Hiccup took Toothless' head into his arms and started rubbing his dragon's head in order to soothe his buddy.

"I'm alright Toothless," Hiccup soothed, "I'm fine."

Dumbledore was awe-struck at the sight that he was seeing. He had seen and experienced many things that few people had the chance things to see nor experience, but never before had he seen a boy and a dragon look at each other with such tenderness and concern for one another. Their bond was so strong and so evident to Dumbledore, that he could practically see it. Dumbledore then snapped out of his awe and said "Hiccup?"

The boy did not respond, so Dumbledore repeated, "Hiccup?"

"…Hiccup?" Dumbledore said again after waiting for a response that did not come. He was about to say Hiccup's name again when Hiccup finally responded.

"This has to be a joke." Hiccup turned his head to face Dumbledore.

"It isn't," Dumbledore in turn replied.

"No, it can't be. I can't be in the future, I just can't," said Hiccup, steadily becoming more panicked as continued on talking, "I can't have just left everyone, my village, my dad, everyone. What happened to them?! Are they okay?! What happened to the monster in the Nest?! I - I - I just can't! I need to go back home!"

Then Hiccup rounded on Dumbledore. "Send me home! Send me home!" he demanded desperately.

"I can't. I don't know how to send you safely back," Dumbledore said, agitated at Hiccup's outburst, "There are too many things, too many factors that could go wrong, that could harm you and Toothless further, most likely beyond repair."

"Where is the proof that you are telling the truth?!" Hiccup insisted loudly. Toothless warbled worriedly; he never thought that he would see Hiccup so agitated and fearful.

There was a pause, before Dumbledore slowly raised his hand and inserted them into the front of his robes. When he withdrew his hand from his robes, a book was being held within his hand. The book was small and ancient-looking with its binding stained and peeling in places. Dumbledore passed the book to Hiccup, who took the book into his hands, looked at the title, then looked at Dumbledore dubiously. On the cover of the book was a title, which was written in embossed runic symbols that were similar to Hiccup's Norse runes.

The Tales of Beedle the Bard

Dumbledore, interoperating the question on Hiccup's faced, said, "Open to the page I marked with the blue book mark and read what is written until you reach the red book mark."

Looking at the Headmaster suspiciously for a moment, Hiccup then complied with Dumbledore's instructions and turned on the page that had a long piece of blue paper lodged into it. From there, he began to read the contents.

The Muggle Tribe That Tamed Dragons

A long time ago, off the coast of Scotland, there was an archipelago. It was dubbed the Barbaric Archipelago. Aptly named so, as its human inhabitants were vicious, bloodthirsty muggle Vikings, who sought out war in a quest for glory. Yet, they did not fight each other. They fought against a more powerful enemy. The children of their fire god, Loki, and the demons who crept out of Hel, or so they were called by them. Those Vikings fought…

Dragons.

Dragons of various species: some with skin as tough as stone, some who shot razor-sharp spikes from their tails, some who had two heads, some who set themselves on fire and one of the most powerful, most dangerous and most mysterious dragons of them all.

These Vikings fought the dragons, who raided their villages, burned their houses, stole their food and killed their people. Those who fought a dragon toe to toe and triumphed over them were showered with honor, fame and glory. And those who could not or did not were either scorned, exiled or executed.

Three hundred years after the Vikings landed on the Barbaric Archipelago, an emerald-eyed boy was born on one of the islands. The muggle son of the chief, he was named Hiccup, for he was weak and feeble, unable to hold a sword without trembling.

One night, Hiccup managed to shoot down, immobilize and ground the rarest dragon of them all: A Night Fury. A beast that has never been seen before, never successfully killed and that has never missed a target. But instead of killing the beast, Hiccup healed and fed the Night Fury. And the Night Fury, in return, allowed the boy to ride on his back as he flew.

Thus, the two beings created a strong bond with each other.

However, their secret was discovered and both Hiccup and his Night Fury were captured.

The Vikings were disgusted and embarrassed that the heir to the chiefdom of their village made friends with their hated enemy. They found forcefully through Hiccup that they could use dragons to find the nest of the dragons. So, they set sail to Heimdall's Gate, where the it was rumored to be the location of the nest, with the Night Fury bound, so they would destroy the nest and end the scourge forever.

Hiccup, as the chief's son, was sentenced to exile. However, the children of Hiccup's age were curious as to how Hiccup could ride dragons. Hence, he quickly taught them how to ride their own dragons and, thrilled and grateful for experiencing the freedom of flight, the teens flew Hiccup to the Heimdall's Gate so they may save his Night Fury.

When they arrived, they sight they saw was shocking. The Nest was located in a semi-dormant volcano. The Vikings that had sailed to the Nest had successfully created a large hole on the side of the volcano. However, the young Vikings on dragonback could only watch in horror as an impossibly large dragon burrowed out of the side of the volcano with the ease of swimming, creating an avalanche of rocks. A Red Death.

Hiccup was dropped at the ship where his Night Fury was restrained on, whilst the other teens raced to distract the Red Death to give time for the Viking warriors to flee. When he at last freed his companion, the two took to the air and did battle with the monstrous dragon by themselves as the teens and their dragons had been defeated, yet fortunately not killed. Hiccup and his Night Fury led the Red Death up into the skies as they battled, the clouds obscuring the battle.

When at last the two came into view, they sped down towards earth with the Red Death close behind. As the demon readied to reduce the boy and the dragon to cinders, the Night Fury shot a plasma blast into its mouth, setting the Red Death's mouth on fire.

As they came closer to the ground, the Red Death tried to slow down but its wings were damaged with massive holes. Thus, the monster crashed into the ground and exploded in a fiery burst of flames so strong that its body was reduces to cinders.

Sadly, the boy and the Night Fury were also consumed by the flames and died.

The tribe became heartbroken that they treated the boy and his dragon like dirt. They were fools when they thought they could destroy the Nest and Hiccup and his Night Fury were the ones to pay for their folly. A statue was built in honour of the two. But they did more than that.

They welcomed the dragons to the village and learned how to ride them. The control the Red Death had on the dragons was gone and the dragons became docile. With the dragons as partners, the tribe's technology and resources grew and many tribes in the Archipelago joined them in an alliance. For five years, the Archipelago lived in peace and harmony

However, many others heard of the tribe who flew on the backs of dragons and thus they fought against them, hoping to gain the wealth and the power the growing tribe wielded. The war was short yet fierce. Many victories were won on either side but eventually, all the villages except for Berk was destroyed.

To save his people, Hiccup's father, the Chief, gathered his people, along with their dragons and their possessions to evacuate them from their homeland to find a new home. He then burned his village down, in hope that their enemies never found their secrets. Finally, the Chief ordered that they relocate as many dragons as possible.

And so, they flew away into the sunset, never to return and never to be seen again.

Hiccup felt empty when he finished reading. Every question that he had in his mind was began to crack like shattering glass. He had to breathe. So they thought he and Toothless died when he fell into the flames. They made peace with dragons and incorporated them into their society. The other tribes in the archipelago joined them. There was a war. It forced the inhabitants of Berk to leave behind their homeland of seven generations.

Then they were gone.

"But this can't be right!" Hiccup exclaimed, "There were some mistakes in this book. The Barbaric Archipelago was never located off the Coast of Scotland. It was located on-"

"The Coast of Norway," finished Dumbledore.

Seeing Hiccup dumbstruck, Dumbledore said, "Apologies for interrupting you, Hiccup. I just wanted to show that I know about the mistakes in the book."

Dumbledore continued, "That is not the only error in the book. The second error was the location of the dragon's nest; it stated in the book that the Nest was located in Heimdall's Gate. However, in reality the location of the nest in an concealed area called..."

"Helhiem's Gate," Hiccup finished in turn. The boy then asked, "When was this book written?"

In response to Hiccup's question, Dumbledore answered, "In the 16th Century, that is the period of time between 1500 to 1600."

Hiccup gasped, that was about five hundred to six hundred years after the event in the book. But just as he had lowered his head onto his hand, he saw Dumbledore put his hand into his robes again. "Hiccup, that book may not have been enough evidence for you. So what I have to show you is an item that was found two hundred years ago and analysis shows that it has been created one thousand and three hundred years ago." With that, Dumbledore withdrew his hand from his robes and pulled out a book.

Hiccup started as he laid eyes on the book. It had changed. There were a few patches on the peeling leather cover and the pages were even more yellowed, wrinkled and dog-eared, with a few more stains standing out. The embossed emblem on the front had faded a little. Yet Hiccup could not mistake that dragon seal for anything else.

The Book of Dragons.

Shakily, Hiccup took the book into his hand and after a moment, opened the front cover on of the book. On the first page it said:

Written by Bork the Bold

Below that were written the words:

Revised by Fishlegs Ingerman and Astrid Hofferson

Hiccup then flipped to the next page. What was written on that page caused him to freeze. Hiccup looked in horror at the runes that spelled out these words:

This Revised Book of Dragons is dedicated to Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third.

The First Viking who wouldn't kill a dragon, yet saw himself reflected in the dragon's eye.

I said that I was going to write which House Hiccup was most likely going to be sorted in but I thought it would be best to tell you when he gets sorted.

However, some of you have made some pretty interesting points that I agree with.

Shout out to Eris and PhantomWorks - they have said that Hiccup could actually be sorted into any of the Four Houses as he has characteristics of all the Houses. A very plausible reason for this is because of Hiccup's Zodiac. He was born on 29th February, which makes him a Pisces. Being the twelfth zodiac, Pisces are said to have the characteristics of the other eleven zodiacs. Thought that would be interesting for you to know.

Anonymous Noob the 2nd says he would be a Hufflepuff.

A Guest has said that Hiccup would be in Gryffindor.

Drew Heller, who has written the longest review I've ever seen on any story and whose review is by far my favourite, says (controversially to the norm) that Hiccup's Primary House would be Slytherin and his Secondary would be Ravenclaw. I also agree with you. I can't write the entire review but you could look at it at the reviews. Believe me, it is the longest review, you won't miss it.

Thanks for your reviews!

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