Guess what? I am out of hiatus for this story! I put it on temporary hiatus because I was working on two other stories.

And if anyone has any helpful criticism, feel free to speak up! If you have criticism similar to merecretivity's of 1 One Piece Fan's, please read my replies to them.

merecreativity: Thanks for your review. I've got heaps of plans for Hiccup and Astrid when they go to Hogwarts... but I will not spoil anything because I am nice... Also, thanks for pointing out your criticism. It really helps a lot. The bit about Muggles not seeing Hogwarts, I'll make sure of that. I've even read the Harry Potter series again to help me with the writing. And there are plenty of problems that Hiccup and Astrid will face... and their age. They're both twenty, thought the fifth-year average age is fifteen or sixteen. But they have to stay close to Harry or else they won't be able to fulfil Dumbledore's orders. But I can't make them fifteen years old, or they'll be too young to protect him. They'll have to avoid Umbridge, who could easily report to Fudge. But about the Potions: remember in the Philosopher's Stone, Snape says there is 'little foolish wand waving' that Potions might not be thought of as magic? That means they don't use magic. Besides, I'd always wanted to see Hiccup's reaction to Snape. Yes, they'll have an excuse as transfer students - the Order was given orders as well, even though they don't entirely know who's coming. And for the dragons... they're meant to be a problem. Umbridge might/might not get involved with the dragons... NO SPOILERS! Please read on. Thank you for waiting.

1 One Piece Fan: Yes, I know what you mean when you say about 'growing up with a famous person', I know. Like, Ron Weasley was really excited to meeting Harry because he'd grown up in a wizarding family, knowing that he was the one who 'vanquished the Dark Lord.' I just wanted Hiccup to be excited to be meeting an actual 'wizard', a magic person or whatsoever. I'll get better with my writing, I'm sure of that. I know. I'm sorry. But thanks for reviewing. I will keep the issues in mind as I write Chapter 2.

GuardianDragon98: Yes, there will be a backstory soon, just not now.

jpoffman: Well, 'mum' is technically Australian/British spelling of 'mom', which is the American spelling so... it wouldn't matter. I'm Australian, so... Well thanks for the review!

Matt (guest): Uh, Dumbledore was just talking about the Triwizard Tournament. In this story, it's already happened. Chapter 1 is set during the summer holidays (for the British), so... thanks for your review, though. But I totally agree on Umbridge being Little Miss Pink, Ugly and Annoying *shivers*

Chapter 2 - Arrival of the Vikings

CRASH.

"FRED, GEORGE, FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE, JUST CARRY THOSE CAULDRONS! JUST BECAUSE YOU'RE OF AGE THAT DOESN'T MEAN YOU CAN CHARM THEM TO FLY WHEN YOU CAN JUST CARRY THEM!"

Fred and George Weasley grinned. "Sorry Mum," they said in unison.

"Hurry up, okay?" Mrs Weasley waved her wand, saying "Scourgify!", and all the filth on the floor disappeared. "Goodness me, the special guests will be coming soon and we're not ready yet!"

"Don't worry, Molly," reassured Sirius Black. "We'll manage." But his words lacked conviction. "We'll get all this cleaned up, and we'll tackle the other bits tomorrow."

"Okay, okay. When are we getting Harry?"

Sirius frowned. "I don't know."

"We must get him soon," replied Mrs Weasley. "Poor dear might be turning mad. Ron! Hermione! Can you clean the corners for me? No magic," she added as her youngest son and Hermione came through the room. "Oh, that's right, you're underage..."

Mad-Eye Moody swept into the room. "I think the place looks fine," he said gruffly. "The visitors won't mind. I heard one of them is friendly with Dumbledore - and they're all foreign."

"You know her, or him Mad-Eye?"

"Met her," he replied, grabbing a clear glass of water and placing his eye inside, making Ron wince, and Hermione elbow him. "Nice girl. Forgot her name, and I ain't spoilin' the surprise. She did a wonderful job, and so did 'er husband. I heard that she has a son now."

"Are they Harry, Ron and Hermione's age?" asked Sirius.

"Our ours?" asked Fred, as he and George were eavesdropping on the conversation.

Shrugging indifferently, Mad-Eye replied, "Dunno. Probably. Probably not. I only know she has a son."

"Well," Molly said, "They wouldn't like to come into a house that's not clean!" She glared pointedly at Sirius, who shrugged indifferently, just like Mad-Eye did before. "I told you, Molly, I haven't been here for ages."

"Hmph."

"Wait! What are they going to be here for? Where are they from?" asked Ron.

"Oh, we'll explain everything properly once Harry arrives," replied Sirius. "Yeah, and I do remember meeting her and her husband... James and I, we had fun with 'em, didn't we, remember Mad-Eye?" He smirked with mischief twinkling in his eye.

"Harry isn't here yet! When is he coming?" moaned Ron.

"I told you, Ron, next week, he's not ready yet, dear," said Mrs Weasley. She looked worried, and her eyes seemed to say I want to see Harry now too, but not yet. What's happened to him? She glared at Mad-Eye. "It better be next week."

Mad-Eye replied, "Well, it's not safe yet, isn't it? With You-Know-Who back, his first target will be Potter. We'll have to keep a special eye on him, but we can't do that in Hogwarts. That's where the special guest is involved."

"Wait." Hermione looked up from her History of Magic book. She seemed to be reading while cleaning. How she did that, the others did not know. "They're going to spy on us? That's not fair. And I don't think Harry will think it's fair, either."

"And me!" said Ron, who did it in such a loud voice that the portrait of Sirius' mother started yelling, "BLOOD TRAITORS BEFOULING THE HOUSE OF MY FATHERS!"

"SHUT - THE - HELL - UP!" shouted Sirius.

"He won't be stalking on you," growled Mad-Eye over the yells of Sirius and his mother's portrait. "He'll just be checking on you once in a while, daily, while reporting back to Dumbledore - argh, it's not my place to talk about it now. When they come, we'll talk about it completely." He looked out the window. The bright sun shone in the British afternoon sky. "They'll be coming soon."

"Who - the guests?" asked Hermione, Ron, Fred and George altogether.

"Yes, very soon." Remus Lupin ambled slowly into the room, both hands in the pockets of his wizard robes, as shabby and filthy as ever. "I remember them, really. Prongs and Padfoot and Wormtail met them too, remember?" he glanced at Sirius and sighed with nostalgia. "They were good times."

"Mmm," agreed Sirius.

"Now," said Mrs Weasley, turning to the twins, "I've already told you all - we better clean this house up before they arrive. And remember - FRED, GEORGE, YOU CANNOT ESCAPE YOUR CHORES! COME BACK HERE!" she yelled as the red-headed twins had attempted to sneak away.

They came at dinner.

Well, at least Ron's mother was the best chef ever. He loved the fact that his mother made the best dinner that night. There was chicken, beef, yummy stew, potato salad and more. The wizards were assembled at the table, digging in to some delicious food. Ron was sitting next to Hermione, who grabbed some potatoes and gravy with her beef.

"Well, wha ya thunk?" asked Ron, gravy and potato in his mouth, then he swallowed. "What would Harry think if he knew people were spying on him?"

Hermione nudged him. At least it was soft. Girls (especially Hermione Granger) tended to be more violent. "Don't talk with your mouth full, idiot. Anyways, Mad-Eye said it already. The special guest won't be spying on our every move. He'll just watch over Harry from time to time, make sure he's safe. Besides, Harry needs protection, You-Know-Who's gaining power..."

"Please do not mention You-Know-Who during a perfectly perfect dinner," frowned Ron.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Ron stopped stuffing himself. Hermione closed her book shut. Most of the wizards stopped. Mad-Eye stood. "It's them."

"Who?" asked Ginny.

"The guests, the guests!" said Mrs Weasley. Seriously, Ron thought that his mother should stop stressing. "Is there still some more food left?"

"I'll go get 'em," growled Mad-Eye. He walked out of the room, and soon, Ron heard shuffling and muttering, then the steps became louder and louder.

Well, there goes our perfectly perfect dinner, thought Ron.

They had to wait ten minutes. Ron's mother said, "What's taking them so long?" then after three more minutes, in stepped three people - one young male who looked like he was nineteen or twenty, a woman similar to the man's age and an older woman.

Everyone stopped.

The first man had a mop of messy, unkempt brown hair, and a pair of two tiny braids on the side. His eyes were jade green. He attempted to smile nervously. With a lean, strong build, he seemed around 6 foot tall, more or less. He had black armour, with black shoulder guards - one of them on the right side had a red dragon head. Under all the armour and the braces, seemed to be a green tunic under. He had padding under the armour. On his right leg, he had a silver hilt with a dragon head at one end - Ron didn't know why. What was it? It was too big and thick to be a wand. Besides, were wands silver? But what surprised Ron most - like the other wizards - was his left leg - or, what was left of it. It was now a metal prosthetic that looked too complicated for anyone to use, even Hermione.

The girl next to him was a little shorter than the man, but still reasonably tall. She had blonde hair in a plait, and crystal-blue, intimidating eyes (I don't think you should cross her, Ron thought). She wore a spiked skirt, a red shirt with a fur hoodie draped behind her back and metallic shoulder pads. In her hand, was a - oh Merlin - a double-headed battleaxe. That scared Ron. What was she - some assassin something or other? She had large braces on her arms, and a skull belt (What is she, Miss Death or something?).

The third woman was a little taller than the other two, and she looked older. She's probably related to the boy, thought Ron, as she had the same brown hair (though it had a few white streaks, and it wasn't a huge oversized mop of hair) and the green eyes. She wore a layered yellow tunic, and other simple clothes.

"They don't look like wizards or witches, do they?" whispered Ron.

"Shut up, Ron," hissed Hermione. "They're probably wearing Muggle clothes."

"Yeah, but since when does a Muggle wear armour these days?" asked Ron, bewildered. "I've seen Ministry wizards wear Muggle bathrobes in public. I've seen my dad in a fancy Muggle dress for women before... bloody hell, that was embarrassing... but never a wizard in armour like that. Ever."

"Well, you've got a point," agreed Hermione. "Muggles don't wear attire like that anymore..." Her voice trailed off as the oldest woman began to speak.

"Thank you for escorting us, Mad-Eye, I hope we haven't done anything troublesome so far..."

"No, no, it's fine, Valka," Mad-Eye replied gruffly.

Sirius and Lupin managed smiles. "It's you again, isn't it... Valka? Oh yeah - Valka!" Sirius grinned.

"Well, it's great to see you again," said Lupin. "So, who's-"

"You can't hog her all to yourselves, you two," said Mrs Weasley. She turned to Mad-Eye and said, "Alastor, if you'd like, could you introduce us, please?"

Mad-Eye cleared his throat. "Yeah. S'pose most of ya don't know them. Well, as you know, this -" he pointed at the brown-haired lady - "is Valka, wife of Stoick, previous members of the Order."

Ron clapped a hand to his mouth. Fred (or George, whatever), was sitting in front of him, looking shocked too. The Order! he mouthed. How can she be part of the Order? We've never met her!

Ron opened his mouth to reply, but Hermione nudged him in annoyance.

The man raised his hand slightly. "I'm Hiccup. Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third, but please, call me Hiccup."

"Wait, why are you called Hiccup?" asked the twins in unison, then they immediately went into an outburst of hiccups (which Ron suspected were fake - convincing but still fake).

"Fred, George," said Mrs Weasley, her voice dangerously calm, "please stop."

They shut up. There was no denying that, in the Weasley family, Molly Weasley was the one who scared them the most. The guy called Hiccup looked at Fred and George, with a look that said Oops. Sorry. "Anyways," he continued, "I'm, uh, twenty years old, son of Valka and Stoick the Vast. And, um, this is my... friend, Astrid Hofferson, twenty years old also." The girl named Astrid elbowed him, and Ron swore that the guy called Hiccup was blushing a bright shade of scarlet.

"Dumbledore asked them to come assist the Order," explained Mad-Eye. "Valka - as most of you remember - is taking up her position for the year. Hiccup and Astrid will be positioned in Hogwarts as fifth-year students."

"Aw! Wait - this is for Harry, right?" asked George. "How come we don't get foreign bodyguards?"

Sirius snorted. "The Ministry's up to no good again, especially with the Dumbledore and the Harry Potter stuff."

"Where is Harry, anyway?" asked Hiccup, glancing around. "Like, this 'famous' Harry Potter, the guy who defeated the greatest Dark Lord of all time - Lord Voldemort he was called, I think."

Everyone winced, flinched, or reacted except for Sirius, Lupin, and a couple of others. Even Valka pursed her lips.

"What?" asked Hiccup. "Dumbledore uses the name."

"But that's Dumbledore," said Mrs Weasley. "He's the only person You-Know-Who was ever afraid of. Now he's back-"

"And they'll be pitching in to help," finished Lupin. "They're Muggles, but Valka and Stoick did amazingly well during their last time-"

"Wait." Ron raised his hand. "You're Muggles? Like... non-magic people? How can they help-"

"They can," said Mad-Eye. He grabbed a glass of water and took out his fake eye into it ("Yuck, Mad-Eye!" yelped Tonks) and continued: "Besides, with You-Know-Who out there, there's knowing nothing on what 'e can do. We're doing the thing that You-Know-Who least expects us to do - recruit three intelligent Muggles into our Order. Anyways, they've done worse stuff. They've recently suffered through a war-"

"If they're just recovering from a war, then why did you get them now, they've got their own war to fight!" protested Kingsley Shacklebolt.

"It's ended," reassured Hiccup, but Ron noticed his eyes, which clearly said, For now.

"And they tame dragons."

There was more silence. Ron and Hermione looked at each other, expressions saying the same thing: Harry and the other Three Triwizard Champions from the previous year, zooming on their broomsticks, to retrieve a golden egg, while at the same time trying to dodge the dragon guarding it. If that comment was true, and those three tamed dragons like Charlie... well, they'd earned Ron's respect. Unlike Charlie, though, they seemed to have no scars or burns. Maybe they're hidden? thought Ron. But then again, Hiccup had a prosthetic leg... he made a mental note in his head to ask him about that after dinner.

Suddenly, there was the sound of a door being opened, and then the sound of Ron's father's voice. "I'm back! Molly, it was such a pain being at the Ministry today, those stupid dolts - oh." Mr Weasley stopped abruptly when he saw Hiccup, Astrid and Valka. "Um... hello. And who, may I ask, are you?"

"Um... Hiccup."

"Astrid."

"Valka."

Mr Weasley looked at Valka. "I've heard of you! Moody told me - you were that Muggle, along with the big one who served in the first Order of the Phoenix. I'm Arthur - Arthur Weasley, but don't hesitate to call me Arthur." He held out his hand, and Ron felt a little embarrassed with his dad's attitude.

After the three Muggles shook Mr Weasley's hand, Mad-Eye said, "They'll be staying here, so..."

"Harry will know all about them, will they?" asked Tonks.

"Yes, he will, when we get him," replied Mad-Eye. "We'll explain more when Potter arrives."

Silence, until Mrs Weasley broke the ice by turning to Hiccup, Astrid and Valka by saying, "Dear me! You three all sit down - would you like some dinner?"

"Uh, who really lives here, anyway? Albus said that is this was just Headquarters."

As everyone retired for the night - and the Order had arranged Hiccup to sleep with the redhead called Ron Weasley (seriously, no offence to the Weasleys or anything, but they all had freaking flame-red hair and freckles) and a bushy brown-haired girl called Hermione Granger. Astrid and Valka were also sleeping separately. Hiccup didn't protest, but in his head he wished either his girlfriend or his mom was with him. Instead, he was sleeping with two strangers five years his junior.

"So, uh, Hiccup..." Hermione took out three books from a spot on her bed, sat on it and picked up a book that read The Secrets to Success to Arithmancy. "You read books a lot?"

Ron rolled his eyes, saying, "Oh, come on, Hermione. No-one's a bookworm like you."

"Well..." Hiccup shrugged, thinking about Toothless, his dragon. Mad-Eye had sent Toothless, Stormfly and Cloudjumper into the backyard of the House of Black. It would be a temporary place for them to stay. "I do read a lot. And explore. And... yeah."

"What's your favourite Quidditch team?" asked Ron enthusiastically, then his face fell. "Oh yeah... right, you're Muggles..."

Hiccup frowned at Ron's expression. "Uh, what's Quidditch? I'm sure I'd like to play it. It sounds like a game."

Ron's face lit up. "It is!" Then Ron began to explain the rules and the positions and the duties of the seven players - Keeper, Seeker, Chasers, and Beaters - and the four balls - Quaffle, Bludger, another Bludger, and a Snitch. It was all played on flying broomsticks (which really confused Hiccup - weren't brooms for sweeping the ground with?) and there were teams all over the world. "My favourite team's the Chudley Cannons - they're not the best in the league, but they're definitely not the worst. There's Quidditch teams all over the world - we went to the Quidditch World Cup!"

"Which ended badly," quipped Hermione, nose still in book (seriously, she faintly reminded Hiccup of his friend Fishlegs - them both being bookworms and smart and all that.

Hiccup turned to Hermione. "What do you mean?"

She and Ron exchanged dark looks Hiccup couldn't understand. "Nothing, never mind."

Hiccup saw their faces, and saw their eyes, which said simply and promptly, Don't ask at all. So he gave up trying to pry, and changing the subject, he said, "So... how many Weasleys are in your family, Ron?"

Ron looked up at him and sighed miserably, as if he didn't like the subject at all. "Plenty. We're purebloods - like, everyone in our family are wizards and witches. Sirius told me we're related in some weird way, 'cause he's a pureblood too. Mum's got a second cousin, who's an accountant, but we rarely talk about him. I'm pretty much the youngest son in my family - I've got five brothers."

"Five brothers?" Hiccup exclaimed. A surge of jealously entered his mind - at Ron, and a trace of anger at his mother that vanished almost instantly. If Valka had never left - well, got taken away - he would've had brothers. Or sisters.

"Yeah - you saw that girl who looked like me? That's Ginny - my little sister, a year younger than me."

"Who are your brothers?" Hiccup asked. "Like, who's in your family?"

"Well, you saw Mum, and you shook hands with Dad. Then there's the twins - Fred and George. If you find a rat in your bunk, blame them." He grunted in great annoyance. "It's worse since they got their Apparating license - they just randomly pop in front of my bed to scare me. I was taking a bath yesterday, and then Fred - or George, whatever - scared the living daylights out of me-"

"Ron, back to the point," said Hermione.

"Right, the point," continued Ron. "My oldest brothers are Charlie and Bill - they're still overseas, but don't worry, they'll be coming soon - and I've got one other brother - Percy." He said the last name as if he'd said Voldemort (or heard someone say it), or Drago Bludvist (actually, Hiccup was sure Ron had never said Drago's name in real life, but still).

"But if Bill and Charlie aren't here..." Hiccup held up his hand to count on his fingers. "Where's Percy?"

Ron and Hermione exchanged dark looks again, which made thoughts swirl in Hiccup's head. What happened to Percy? Did he die? Did he do something to anger his family? Whatever it was, it was bad - like whatever happened during the Quidditch World Cup (seriously, couldn't they think of a better name than Quidditch?).

Mrs Weasley's voice could be heard from downstairs. "TURN OFF THE LIGHTS! BEDTIME!"

"Seriously," Ron muttered, glancing at Hiccup, as he grabbed the ends on the sheets of his bed, "I wish I was never given a curfew. Hell, Hiccup, do you even get any curfews your age, being twenty and all that?"

His reply was a shrug, followed by: "Well, it depends. Sometimes if I go on midnight flights with Toothless-"

"Who's Toothless?" asked Ron and Hermione in unison.

"What do you mean?" lied Hiccup, as sweat trickled down his forehead. Toothless... he remembered Mad-Eye's surprised look as he noticed the dragons, taking them to the back of the house, and would be 'sorted tomorrow', according to him. "I never said that."

"Yes, you did," the two said together again.

"Well, he's a sort of pet of mine," explained Hiccup. "A... dog, I guess. Big dog. Named 'cause he has almost no teeth."

"How do you fly on a dog?" asked Hermione skeptically.

"Well, I do like to use my imagination sometimes... and when I go out for trips with Toothless I stay out late, and my old folks went ballistic, because I was gone for almost a whole day..."

"Oh," Ron nodded, then he pointed at Hiccup's prosthetic and said, "How did you-"

Mrs Weasley hollered, "RON! HERMIONE! PLEASE TURN OFF THE LIGHTS!" from downstairs.

"That's Mum," said Ron. "Guess we gotta go to sleep..." the lights were off almost instantly.

Hiccup made it to his bed and said, "Night."

"Night," came the replies.

Hiccup turned in his blankets, and thought about the day. Wizards and witches and Quidditch and Order of the Phoenix... that was awfully a lot to take in. Maybe with a good night's sleep, he'd shake it off... or was it a dream? And the dragons... what would happen to them?

He closed his eyes, drifting off to sleep.