Thank you for all the positive reviews about the past few chapters! You can't understand how much they mean to a writer until you become one. I have a question for all you readers.

If I were to include the Triwizard Tournament further on in my story, what are some possible tasks the Champions could participate in?

I've been entertaining this idea for a while, but for it to happen, I'm going to need tasks for people to participate in. Please leave your ideas in reviews, or PM me. Either one works.

Without further ado, I leave you Chapter 9.

I looked around me, searching for a familiar lanky figure in blue and silver robes. I found none circling around in the air, instead I looked down and saw him walking off the quidditch pitch, away from the game. I swooped down on broom and pulled up beside him, curious as to why he was leaving again.

"Oi!" I called. "Where are you going, Chief?" I landed expertly and began walking beside him. Hiccup stopped walking and turned to face me.

"I have...another meeting with Prof. North." He shifted on his feet, as though anxious to get somewhere.

I frowned. "What's going on?" I asked him, worried. "Why are all the teachers so interested in you this year?"

Hiccup didn't meet my eyes. "It's just something that happened over the summer. It's fine, really."

I felt like something was going on that he wasn't telling me. I opened my mouth to speak again when a sharp whistle rang out through the air.

"DunBroch, get back over here! We're starting now!" The prof. called.

"I promise, I'll tell you later, just not...not right now." Hiccup gave a weak grin. "Better get going, Your Majesty."

I stuck a tongue out at him, then mounted my broom.

"You better tell me what's going on, Haddock. I expect an explanation later."

Hiccup only nodded.

I flew, up into the sky and felt the winds tearing through my robes. I felt a sense of freedom. This was why I enjoyed flying. I cast a final look down at Hiccup before turning to return to the Quiddtich match.

I just couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right.

I entered the dark forest and made my way to the small cove I had been hiding Toothless in. I wasn't afraid of these woods, I could protect myself from whatever evil lay in here, it was Toothless I was worried about. With only his scales, claws and fire to protect him, I was worried some larger creature may manage to sneak up on him, and attack.

I had just left flying lessons, using my leg as an excuse to skip class. I had been doing this often, only so I could visit Toothless. The events of this summer had shaken both of us. It had all happened so quickly, and with school coming so fast, I had had no choice but to bring him along, or face the risk of a Viking attacking him during one of the raids. Besides, Toothless couldn't fly without me, and it felt wrong to take away that freedom away from him.

The only problem was getting him here. I had to board the train just like everyone else, meaning I had be at the station by Sept. 1. I had to fly Toothless all the way here two days earlier, then fly by broomstick all the way back. It had been tedious and worrisome, but it was still better than leaving him alone with no flight in the forest back home.

At the moment, I was creating blueprints for a new tail fin, one that wouldn't require a rider to operate. The ideas were all there, it was being able to translate it onto paper, and into a machine that worked which was hard.

I reached the opening of the cove. As usual, it was dark and only a few rays of sunshine managed to break past the thick barrier of trees. I whistled for Toothless. Nothing happened. I stepped closer to the small opening of the cove searching for those familiar green eyes. Suddenly, something leapt on me from behind. I was pinned on my front to the ground, as an over sized reptile began licking my head excitedly.

"Ugh, Toothless!" I said. "Get off me!" I said, face buried in the soft dirt.

He jumped off of me, then gently grasping part of my robes with his teeth, he pulled me off the ground.

"Thanks, bud." I scratched his head, right between his two ear plates. "Come on. Let's go flying."

Suddenly, the calm, placid reptile disappeared, and an excited hyper one emerged. I smiled as I untied my over sized cloak from around my shoulders and let it tumble to the ground. I hiked up my left pant leg to reveal a shiny metal prosthetic, designed by myself. I swung a leg over the saddle and clicked my prosthetic into place.

With one encouraging pat, we took off, into the skies.

A few moments later

"Come on bud, let's try it." I said.

Toothless shook his head, clearly worried.

"It's fine. Besides, I trust you'll catch me if I fall." I grinned.

Toothless snorted.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked him. Toothless warbled.

"Let's just try it. Come on Toothless." I pleaded. With a quick nod of his head, I unfastened my tether, took my feet out of the stirrups. and jumped off his back.

We both flew down, towards the ground. I could feel the wind tearing at my clothes, and was reminded of all the steep dives I had ever taken as a seeker. Still, nothing could compare to this.

With the ground still not in sight, Toothless began spinning around in circles. I laughed and mimicked him. We continued spiraling downwards, with smiles on our faces. That is until a large burst of wind set me off track, further away from Toothless than intended. Toothless tried to open his wings to fly closer to me, because without me on his back, we were both doomed.

"No, no Toothless! Don't open your-"

Toothless's wings were wrenched open with the wind and he flew up above me, unable to stop himself. However, as he flew upwards, his wing clipped my left shoulder and I was sent tumbling even further away. I began to panic and stretched my arms out, trying to slow my fall. I was falling and no one was there to catch me.

My wand was back in the cove, tucked away in my cloak along witht the rest of my things. If I needed to, wandless magic was an option, though with my scattered thoughts I could barely remember a simple summoning charm. The ground came into view, only slightly blurry from the clouds, and it was approaching fast. I could hear Toothless screech above me and I looked up, seeing him struggle to right himself and come close enough to me.

I panicked, and everything blacked out for a second. I opened my eyes and saw that I was still falling, though I felt much different. I lifted my arms out in front of me to try and grasp onto Toothless, who was just out of reach. Instead, my whole body was ripped upwards by the wind, slowing my descent.

I looked to my left and saw a large black wing, extended outwards. I screamed in surprise, only to find that I wasn't screaming, I was roaring. I looked around me. I was covered in scales, I possessed a tail and two large ebony wings stretched out in front of me, slowing my fall.

With a jolt I realized something had happened. I had turned into a dragon.

With a final glance upwards at Toothless, who appeared just as confused as I was, I struck a large tree, and broke right through it. I ran into several other branches, tearing them down as I went. I finally hit the ground, and with one final crash, I blacked out.

I awoke feeling slightly battered and disoriented. I tried to stand, but found my legs not working as I wanted them to. I tried calling Toothless's name, but instead a loud growl emitted from my throat. Startled, I leapt to my feet and found I was still in this...form.

I was confused, scared and worried. What had happened in the sky? How am I a...dragon? Where is Toothless?

I experimented with this new body. I had no idea what I looked like, only that my scales were black, even darker than Toothless's. While his had a slight blue sheen to it, mine seemed to suck all colour out of the air, absorbing nothing but darkness. I stretched my wings, in awe of how large they were. They had to be at least twice the size of my body, if not larger. They were long and elegant, with tapering tips meant to slice through the air. I twisted around, looking at my tail. It was long and had two thin tail fin's lining the ends of it. They were angular and webbed, much like Toothless's, only darker, and skinnier. I tried swinging it around and was fascinated by how naturally it came to me.

I heard some distant rustling, it was coming from the bush's ahead. Naturally, I raised my wings up, trying to appear larger than I already was. A flat head poked it's way through the brush and I gently lowered my wings. It was Toothless. He was so much smaller than I remember him being, his body barely the size of my wing. I crooned, wondering whether he recognized me or not.

Toothless stepped forward, hesitantly coming out of the brush. He sniffed my wings and looked very confused. I was guessing he recognized my scent, but not this new appearance. Then, he locked eyes with me. I froze, wondering if my own dragon was going to attack me. When he didn't do anything, I warbled to him and he made that goofy draconic smile.

He leapt around me excitedly, testing everything out. He placed his head under my wing, wearing it like it were some sort of blanket. I took it back and he went to examine my tail, lifting it up with his head, testing the weight of it. He finally leapt in front of me and looked pointedly at a tree, making odd gestures with his head. Seeing as I was confused as to what he wanted me to do, he shot a small fireball at a tree, causing a small explosion of wood and smoke.

I stared at the tree and realized he wanted me to try and breath fire. I took a deep breath. How was I supposed to do this? I breathed in and opened my mouth, expecting nothing to happen. To my surprise, a large ball of black fire, much like Toothless's except for the colour, leapt forward striking the huge oak tree. With a resounding crack, the tree broke in half, causing a several tonne tree trunk to come crashing down. I jumped back, not used to the feeling of causing such large amounts of destruction with only a single breath.

I looked up at the sky, and saw dusk approaching. I began to panic. How was I supposed to return to school if I couldn't transform back into a human? Toothless warbled and I looked over to him. He sat there, looking curiously at me.

I shut my eyes, imagining me leaving this body, transforming back into the scrawny human everyone knew. I felt a slight tingling before I opened my eyes. I looked around, and Toothless was larger than me, I took that as a good sign. I raised my arms up to my face and saw fingers; my fingers.

"Yes!" I said.

Toothless roared in triumph.

I stood warily, my legs a little shaky.

"Come on,bud." I told him, still unsettled from this night's recent revelation. "I need to get back."

I mounted him, grateful for the fact that my prosthetic was still present when I transformed back. I leapt onto the saddle and we both flew as fast as we could, back to the cove. I leapt down from the saddle, patted Toothless goodbye and tied my ripped cloak around my shoulders hastily.

I raced back to the castle as fast as I could. I had missed dinner, but that didn't matter. I wasn't hungry. Instead, I stopped by the library and picked up a book before heading to the Ravenclaw common room.

I didn't stop to think as to why my cloak was ripped, or about how it's contents were emptied out onto the forest floor. I could only think about one thing, and that was what had happened earlier.

I had a lot of research to do.