-Somewhere around Iceland, nearly a thousand years ago-

The vast sea of cold, salty water was seen in every direction, yet a large archipelago stood in this very sea, and inside the archipelago are islands, at least more than the total of fingers on two hands, which every resident knows by fact. The residents themselves are explorers, strong builders, and much more, for they are Vikings!

Upon one island, is a village with the strange, yet normal name of Berk, and the Berkians themselves are happy to call themselves normal, dragon-fighting, explorers, yet there are sometimes unique people who change things, whichever it is for good or bad, and one person is one of them, yet he himself doesn't know it until years later. His name is Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third. Terrible name, yes, but it seems like the name fits him well enough, for unlike his neighbors or father, he is thin and very smart.

His fiery red-brown hair is one feature he's proud of, and there's his leaf-green eyes which sparkles bright in the sunlight, another feature he likes about himself. But the rest of himself, he's embarrassed of. No one likes a sarcastic, painfully thin, smart 11 year old non-Viking boy which Hiccup could see in the others's faces. Yet he doesn't know that he isn't alone, not really.

-Somewhere near Ireland, in 1990-

Upon a cruise ship, a excited, nervous 9 year old boy was watching the ocean as it revealed huge whales he never saw in real life, yet read about them in school. He was a bit upset and scared as he's with his relatives who seemed to hate him at every turn of his life, remembering how he was called "Freak" until he found out that his name was Harry James Potter 3 years ago when he began school for the first time, cooking for his relatives, and living inside a small, snug cupboard as his room as they told him he deserved it for all he did to them, being a freak, taking up their money and time.

His raven black hair waved backwards at the fresh, cool air that's hitting Harry's face as he breathed it in deeply, closing his emerald green eyes in content bliss, smiling widely as this is his first trip out of England, heck, out of Surrey, his neighborhood! He may be dressed in cheap, itchy clothes, and isn't caring if his aunt complained about his scar the millionth time again as he is loving this, seeing the sea for the first time he had known in his life.

Suddenly a portly, mustachioed man pushed Harry over the edge, as this man was the uncle of Harry who hated him the most, and smirking evilly, knowing that the freak won't survive the icy, cold water, or even the whole night as the sun was setting. Harry struggled so hard for his life, the saltwater rubbing viciously at his eyes and the bruises, and scars under his clothes, looking back at the cruise ship which was leaving him all alone in this vast sea, whimpering in fright and exhaustion as he kept himself aloft, knowing that despite what his relatives told him, Harry was smart to know that he himself needs to live for himself, for his freedom, for his soul, as who else wants him?