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Jack POV

I flew through the cold winter air, the feeling of flight reinvigorating me. I had been searching for Hiccup for days. Ever since he had managed to evade me back at the North Pole, I hadn't been able to find him. He and his dragon were just too darn elusive, especially at night.

I waved my staff over a small town in the north. It began snowing large, clumpy snowflakes, perfectly made for snowball fights. I smiled at the children poking their heads out their windows, pointing at the snow falling from the sky.

I needed to return to the Guardians, to report what I have seen over the past few months, and about who I haven't seen these past few days.

"Come on wind, take me to Hogwarts!" I called out, letting the wind pull me away from the town, heading west towards the worlds best school of witchcraft and wizardry.

Punzie POV

I sat, shocked in my seat, unable to move, even breath. I took in the sight before me. The Guardians all stood silently for a moment after Hiccup had disappeared through the door, before North finally straightened up and addressed the crowd.

"All students return to dorms. Classes dismissed for rest of day." He said. The students didn't move. Prof. North sighed and looked towards the teachers still seated at the teachers table. "Escort students back to dorm."

Slowly, the teachers stood, as did the students. I stayed seated, the events of the past hour still reeling in my mind. How had this happened? Hiccup was back and the teachers were after him for some reason. Where had he gone? When did he get back? Why was he chosen for the Triwizard tournament? How was he chosen for the Triwizard tournament?

I struggled to think my way through all the questions clouding my mind. Merida walked over to where I sat. She put a hand gently on my shoulder. I stood up, not noticing anything around me until we reached the Gryffindor common room.

''Did you know?" I asked Merida quietly. We walked through the doorway into the common room and sat down in front of the fire burning in the hearth.

"Yeah.'' Merida sighed. "He got here three days ago. He made me promise not to tell a soul, Punzie. I'm sorry."

I nodded. "How was he chosen to be in the tournament? He wasn't here to put his name into the goblet. It doesn't make any sense."

Merida winced. "I may have put his name into the goblet."

I looked to Merida, mouth agape. "You put his name into the goblet of fire?"

"Yes." Merida sighed and leaned back in her chair. "I thought that if he was chosen to do the tournament, he would have to stay longer and we could convince him not to leave again."

We sat in silence for a while. "I wonder how that's going."

Hiccup POV

"How did you get your name into the goblet?" Bunnymund questioned me.

"I don't know!" I said for the umpteenth time. "I didn't even know there was a tournament!"

"Then you had someone on inside. There must have been someone who put name in." North said, arms crossed across his large middle.

I paused. Merida. Of course it had been Merida. Who else would have been brave and foolhardy enough to accomplish such a feat?

"I don't know." I said again, though my answer sounded weak.

The Minister walked forward. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but we have a schedule we need to attend." He said.

Prof. North stepped back, though he kept his hard gaze trained on me.

"We are not finished." North warned.

All the Guardians glared at me, with Prof. Sandy giving me the biggest glare I've ever seen from someone so...vertically challenged. He stood silently in the corner of the room, his hard gaze trained on my face. I found it uncomfortable, and squirmed under the scrutinizing gaze of each teacher looming over me.

"Great." The Minister said. "So, first, we will be inspecting your tools of choice for the tournament."

"Tools of choice?" The girl sitting beside me asked. I think her name was Emily.

"Ah, yes. We will be inspecting your wands to make sure they are performing properly."

"What if you don't use a wand?" I asked.

Everyone turned to look at me.

"Well, if you don't use your wand then how do you cast spells?" The Hufflepuff boy asked.

"I don't need a wand to use magic. Can I use my sword?" I asked.

"You don't need a wand to use magic?" The Minister asked. I shook my head. "Then what do you use?"

"Uh...my hands?" I said. I shifted uncomfortably in my chair.

"Remarkable." The Minister said under his breath. "Well, if you don't need your wand to use magic, then I suppose you could use your sword."

I nodded silently.

"Alright. Over here is Mr. Quimby." The Minister gestured to a dark skinned man, who sat on a deep blue armchair. He looked tall, and his arms were corded ith muscle. Though he looked like he could split a log open with his bare hands, his eyes were a rich brown. Deep and gentle, they held kindness and wisdom.

"He will be inspecting your weapons. We also have our reporter here, Mrs. Bonner. She will be documenting the entire Triwizard tournament."

"Hello children." Mrs. Bonner said. She gave a small wave of her hand, adorned with several jelwelled rings. She wore a frilly pink blouse, as apposed to Mr. Quimby who wore a simple shirt with formal dress pants. "Alright, why don't we get started then." She said. Her voice was high-pitched and very upbeat.

"Amélie Declan Dupoint, you are up first." The Minister said, reading the names off of a piece of parchment.

The girl sitting beside me stood, and held her wand out to Mr. Quimby. It was a light brown colour, and had small vines carved into the sides that wove up the shaft. It was a beautiful wand, and obviously well taken care of. I thought of my own wand, with scorch marks and pieces missing from years of spells going awry. Hers made mine look like a twig someone found in the forest.

"Hmmm..." Mr. Quimby said, his deep voice resounding through the room."You have kept this wand in very good condition, Amélie. Very good job. Your wand is indeed, fit for the tournament."

Amélie flashed a quick smile and graciously took her wand back. She sat back down in her seat beside me, still grinning. She obviously prided herself with this small accomplishment, no matter how meaningless it actually was.

"What does this say here... Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III?" The Minister said. He frowned slightly at the parchment he was holding, which obviously held my full name. You would have he'd done his research well enough to know my first name. I was 'the one of the old Norse scroll' after all, you'd think he'd know the full name of the Guardians biggest threat.

I stood up and took the hilt of my sword out of it's holster on my hip. I turned it over and handed it to Mr. Quimby , who held the thing gingerly. We examined it quietly, his fingers gliding across the fine metalwork smoothly. He was obviously a fine worksman himself, as his eyes scanned it with an inventors mind.

"You press the button here to extend the blade. Do the same thing again to retract it." I explained.

Mr. Quimby nodded slightly and continued inspecting the hilt. He extended the blade and it shot out with rapid precision.

"I can't help but notice, that there is no magical properties about this sword." Mr. Quimby said. "So how does it retract on it's own?"

"I made it myself." I told him, unable to keep the small hint o pride out of my voice."I used engineering instead of magic so that if it were hit by a spell, nothing would happen to it's retractable blade."

"You made this yourself?" Mr. Quimby asked.

I nodded. "I was the blacksmith's apprentice. I had free run of the smithy."

Mr. Quimby nodded and continued examining the blade. "I've heard that it can sustain fire as well."

"Uh, yes. That's kinda my fault." I stated, feeling slightly abashed. "Sometimes it catches fire when I'm fighting with it."

Mr. Quimby nodded again and finally retracted the blade. He gave me the hilt of my sword back and I tucked it gratefully back into it's holster. I turned and went to sit back down in the hard wooden chair placed in between Amélie and the Hufflepuff boy. They both looked at me, Amélie with barely hidden jealousy and the Hufflepuff with muted curiosity.

"Alright. Sean Trelliem, your turn." The Minister said.

I looked over to the right, and saw Mrs. Bonner speaking to a quill moving on it's own. It wrote words down onto the page quickly, and with a frivolous passion I wouldn't have thought a quill capable of having. I watched it carefully, and noted that it only scribbled something frantically on the page when Mrs. Bonner ordered it to. I recognized this simple charm, I had used it more than once during my time here as a student.

"Your wand is not in the best condition, my boy." I heard Mr. Quimby rumble. I saw Sean blush lightly. "It looks like it went through a wood chipper." Mr. Quimby noted, raising a questioning eyebrow at the nervous boy. "However, it is still in well enough condition for the tournament. It will do."

Sean took his wand and hurriedly sat back down in his chair, face slightly red.

"Very good. Well, now that your weapons of choice have been approved, we can begin the interviews." The Minister said.

"Interviews?" Amélie asked. "You never said anything about interviews."

Mrs. Bonner laughed. "Of course there are interviews, dearie! Why, all of yours are going to be the feature of this weeks daily paper!"

I groaned. This was going to be a very long day.