I'm really sorry that it's taken me this long to update! I've been on a bit of a kick with my other story, The Accidental Vessel, and so I haven't had a lot of time.

But no worries! Next chapter is here, graveyard scene is complete, and for your benefit let me explain you a thing:

I'm working off the assumption that Hiccup does not actually have a Horcrux in his head. Because, come on, it's a popularly exploide plot hole: if an accidental Horcrux is so easily made, why weren't there hundreds of them all over Britain every time Voldemort killed someone? Basically, I think it would need to be a lot more intentional for Hiccup to have a Horcrux in him. So he doesn't.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy the chapter! I'll try to make it long enough to satisfy you guys, and I hope it will live up to your expectations!

Disclaimer: I do not own How To Train Your Dragon or Harry Potter.

Hiccup stumbled as he hit the ground and tripped, sprawling over dirt only slightly overgrown with grass. He heard a grunt next to him, presumably Cedric landing as well. He got up carefully, scanning his surroundings and wondering what kind of magic the cup had been enchanted with.

He saw Cedric sitting up on the ground, looking around in equal confusion. "Where are we?" He asked.

The cup had brought them somewhere very strange indeed. Fog lingered heavily over the ground, and it was pitch-black out, making it nearly impossible to see. Hiccup left his helmet on, though, wary of an attack that might come suddenly. He unsheathed his sword, the flames igniting and making Cedric jump as he got to his feet. The blade illuminated a small area around them, showing nothing but dirt. The light gleamed off of smooth stone, and Hiccup felt a chill when he realized that there were names engraved onto them.

Names and dates.

"We're in a graveyard," Cedric whispered. "I don't think the cup was supposed to bring us here."

Hiccup nodded. "Wand out?"

Cedric nodded, gripping his wand tightly in nervousness. The two circled around, having abruptly gone from competitors to allies in a possibly hostile situation. The graveyard did nothing to help calm their nerves, and if anything, the black field and the wisps of fog only made it more ominous.

They both whirled around as a shuffling noise was heard from behind Hiccup, muffled by the fog. A shape emerged, silhouetted and lumpy against the white, foggy backdrop.

"Kill the spare." A harsh voice sounded from that general direction, and Hiccup barely pulled Cedric aside in time for the sickly green beam to miss him. It impacted somewhere in the distance, and Hiccup thought he heard stone crumble and fall. Cedric's head banged against the ground as they toppled over, and he winced and held a hand to it as the figure approached.

"Play dead," Hiccup hissed, and Cedric went still underneath him as he obviously understood the danger they were in. Hiccup stood and warily faced the figure, subtly slipping a hand down to his belt.

"Harry Potter," the same harsh voice hissed, and Hiccup gave it no more time to speak as he abruptly hurled one of the potions Sirius had given him at the figure. It dodged, a smaller shape dislodging itself from the shadow, and the bottle broke with a tinkle that was nearly lost in the ensuing roar as the liquid exploded violently. Hiccup lunged behind a tombstone, hoping that it would be enough to shield him, but the blast was far away enough that he was out o the blast radius. Unfortunately, so were the two shadow people.

"You fool!" Hissed the voice, and as Hiccup conjured a witchlight he almost dropped it again as he located the voice's source. There on the ground was a strange bundle, only the size of a baby, but whatever was in it was most definitely not a baby, but some mutilated and scabbed creature. Hiccup hurled another potion at it, but this was was deflected by a shield which was abruptly conjured by the larger one. He turned out to be a man, ratlike and dirty, wielding a short brown wand and a twisted expression.

He fired a blast at Hiccup, and as Hiccup shouted a word of command it was lost in a sudden thunderclap. A shield sprang into being in front of him, reflecting the spell back at its conjurer, who dodged and nearly landed on the small creature, which hissed in displeasure. Hiccup threw one more potion, aware that he now had only half of them left, and this one was deflected straight back at him.

Hiccup was thrown back by the blast, and he hit one of the tombstones hard, slumping down onto the ground. Groggily he realized that the man was approaching him, and he tried to get away while at the same time dealing with the sudden fogginess in his head.

Ropes sprang out of nowhere, binding him to the stone and Hiccup thrashed as the man came even closer. Hiccup had dropped his sword somewhere and couldn't use it to cut himself out, and he yelled as something sharp cut through the vambraces on his suit and bit into his skin. He was barely aware of what the man was doing, but noticed faintly when he left. Hiccup pulled himself sharply back to attention, wincing at the pain in his arm and trying to stop the copious bleeding.

The rattish man had retrieved the small creature and was bending over a huge black pot, saying something in a quavery voice. He was too far away for Hiccup to make out the words, but Hiccup's heart sank as he saw a thin trail of dust pull itself out of a nearby grave and dump itself into the pot. The liquid steamed and hissed, and then next part made Hiccup shut his eyes seconds before the man cut off his own forearm, letting that splash into the pot as well.

Dark magic, Hiccup realized with a thrill of terror. The cup had brought him here on purpose - someone had counted on him winning and getting to the cup first.

What was the point of this? He had taken blood from Hiccup, which boded no good. Was this some sort of necromancy? Was the man trying to summon some sort of demon out of the depths of Niffleheim? No answers presented themselves to Hiccup's slowly recovering mind.

The man was concentrating so hard on whatever ritual he was performing, and Hiccup so much on him, neither of them noticed Cedric sneak up behind Hiccup. Hiccup jumped as someone whispered behind him, but the cut on his arm abruptly stopped bleeding, and the ropes loosened enough for Hiccup to pull away from the stone he'd been tied to and join Cedric on the other side. His head still throbbed and his back ached from where it had hit the tombstone, but Hiccup did his best to pretend it wasn't there and keep going.

"Thanks," he whispered to Cedric.

Cedric nodded, pale and clutching his wand. "Who is that?" he whispered back. Hiccup replied with a shrug.

"Look," he muttered to Cedric, drawing closer so that he could talk more quietly. "We need to sneak up on him. That's some sort of dark ritual, and I don't know what it's doing. I say we use the fog to camoflauge ourselves and try and sneak up on them - if they can't see us, they can't hit us."

The other boy nodded firmly. "Should we split up?"

Hiccup nodded an affirmative. "Do your best not to get killed, then," he said, and stooped to pick up his sword before running into the fog.

He prowled along the edges of the open circle where the ritual was being conducted. The fire lit underneath the cauldron ensured that the area around it was relatively well-lit, and so Hiccup hung back a fair distance, staying just close enough to see what was happening. Luckily, the suit allowed him to blend in better, its dark colors making him nearly invisible against the black backdrop of sky. Hiccup was sure he had seen Cedric turn the yellow patches on his uniform black, obviously getting the same idea.

The ritual continued, the man unaware that his prisoner had escaped already. Hiccup reached for another one of the vials of exploding potion, when a sudden backlash from the cauldron dissipated the fog and made him scramble backwards for cover. Whatever was going on, it had just gotten serious.

Hiccup watched in fascinated horror as a man formed out of the remains of the cauldron, the pot itself melting and reforming into wisps that solidified again into a pair of robes which draped the pale man's body. The new, taller man lifted his hands and examined them, unaware of his two horrified audience members.

"Well done, Wormtail," he said, his voice vastly different and taking on a more snakelike, sibilant tone. "You have actually done it."

"Yes, master," the ratlike man said, a sob in his voice, and Hiccup really couldn't muster up any sympathy for the man. He had cut off his hand out of his own free will, after all.

The taller man carelessly waved the wand that was handed to him at the helper, silver being conjured and forming itself into a new hand for the rat man, who gazed at in delight and awe.

"Thank you," he gasped, but the taller man ignored him, seizing his other arm and drawing the sleeve back. Hiccup couldn't see what was on it, but as the pale man pressed his wand tip to it the smaller one howled in pain, as if he were being branded.

A multitude of cracks sounded, displacing air as black-robed figures appeared out of nowhere after mere minutes. The pale man began to speak, gliding up and down in front of them as he gave some sort of speech. He seemed upset with them, and as he paused at the spaces in the black figure's ranks Hiccup carefully crept closer to listen.

The gaps were absent members, it seemed, and Hiccup's blood froze when he heard that one of them was at Hogwarts. Was there a spy? Was that why getting through the maze had been so easy? He forced himself to listen closer, as the man expressed his displeasure with some of those who were obviously his minions, for lack of a better word. He strode up to some of them and ripped their masks off, forcing them to their knees. Hiccup tried to look closer at the masks, but all he could make out between the fog and his helmet were glints of moonlight off of silver, the eyeholes dead and black in the darkness.

The pale man seemed to satisfy his need to exert his superiority over his minions, and he turned around to face the spot where Hiccup had been tied mere minutes ago.

The entire scene seemed to freeze, and the tension in the air thickened until it was nearly as tangible as the fog which still drifted. Hiccup had been encouraging it this whole time, dropping tiny written runes onto the ground, which meant that now the entire graveyard was blanketed in a thick, white cover that was impossible to see through. It might make it harder to see their enemies, but that worked both ways.

"Where is he?" The scream ripped through the graveyard and Hiccup swore that it left a trail in the ever-thickening fog. "Wormtail you said you tied him up!"

"I did, master, I promise!" The rat man wailed, and then something happened that made him scream. Hiccup winced as the sound traveled through the fog, reaching him all too clearly.

"Where is he?" The pale man hissed, holding the man under some sort of spell that had him thrashing around on the ground.

Hiccup decided that this would be the perfect time to intervene, while the man was distracted.

He wanted to know where Hiccup was?

Let him try and find me, thought Hiccup defiantly, and hurled one of the potion bombs into the center of the circle of black-robed figures.

It exploded magnificently, and Hiccup took a moment to thank Sirius mentally as he dashed through the fog. It was a good thing he hadn't used any of them in the maze. He heard shouts and yells from behind him, and Hiccup circled around to remain near the fight. He couldn't just abandon Cedric to them. Lights flashed through the thick fog, and as Hiccup darted closer he could hear the shouted spells that these wizards seemed to favor.

He quickly sketched a few runes in the ground with the toe of his boot, whispering command words that had the ground growing and twisting, creating a wall as thick as two men and as long as ten. Hiccup darted around it, hearing confused yells that told him the robes figures had noticed his remodeling.

There was a sudden, aborted shout, and then silence. Hiccup lingered invisibly as someone - it sounded like a man - shouted out to him.

"We've got your friend, Potter!" They yelled. "Come out if you'd like him to stay alive!"

Hiccup froze, then ducked quickly behind another tombstone to think. He had to get Cedric out, but there was no way he could just surrender himself to these people. There had to be another option.

'Another option' presented itself in the form of a low, growled warble and the stars overhead being blotted out by a small, black shape.

Hiccup unsheathed his sword and raised it above his head. Undoubtedly the robed figures could see it, so he levitated two more of the potions [leaving him with only one] and detonated them on opposite sides, leaving three fiery beacons in the night for them to choose from.

Toothless swept by completely silently and Hiccup swung himself on as the dragon passed, sheathing his sword so as not to burn the saddle and hurriedly hooking himself into place. The fog was barely disturbed as Toothless rose up again, and Hiccup got a clear look at the scene.

The pale man stood in the center, surrounded by maybe twenty black-robed figures. Hiccup decided to call them shades. One of the shades was holding Cedric by the throat, with their wand pressed to his throat. They appeared to be looking around nervously, but no one thought to look up, and even so Toothless was too high for even the firelight to reflect off his scales and give them a clue.

Hiccup had an idea. The fire from the ritual was still burning, so he conjured some water and held it carefully, levitating next to him as Toothless flew, and as he passed over the circle again he dumped it on the fire. There were several shrieks, and in the abrupt darkness that settled Hiccup knew that theshades must be nearly blind without it, at least until their eyes adjusted. As he directed Toothless up again Hiccup saw the other dragons circling, waiting for the signal to begin. They were also carrying riders, and Hiccup was glad that this time, his friends had appreciated the need for silence. Hiccup glanced up and saw two more dragons silhouetted above him - one small figure and one with four large wings. He smiled and looked back down.

Stormfly soared close to Toothless, and Astrid communicated her question with the signals all Vikings knew, in case of a silence-necessary scenario: what now? When do we attack?

Hiccup communicated his plan back to her, and Astrid nodded. Another yell came from below as she broke off and flew towards Snotlout.

"I know you're there!" shouted the shade holding Cedric. "Time's ticking, Potter! Will you really sacrifice your friend?" He dug the wand point deeper into Cedric's throat, wrenching a pained grunt from the wizard.

Hiccup swooped down and Toothless had yanked Cedric from the shade's grasp before any of them could understand what was happening, much less react.

In that split second, chaos descended on the graveyard.

Eight Vikings descended, war cries on their lips and dragons roaring, the yells alone enough to temporarily shock and freeze the shades in place.

Snotlout had hitched a ride on Stormfly, giving Hookfang the opening to light himself on fire. He did so, the huge dragon towering over the screaming shades, fire licking up his sides as he soared over then, torching those too slow to escape. The pale man's eyes were wide, revealing the fact that they were also bright red.

A demon, Hiccup decided, and definitely from Niffleheim. He patted Toothless with the special pattern he had trained him to recognize, and Toothless blasted the man.

Unfortunately, magic had to be brought into the equation.

The man shielded himself, and he stared murderously as Hiccup swooped overhead, Toothless still near invisible now that the fire had gone out. Hiccup directed Toothless up and dropped Cedric, the boy too surprised to yell before he landed hard behind Astrid on Stormfly.

"Nice to see you too!" Astrid yelled at him as Stormfly tried to torch a couple of shades, whipping out her axe and giving them both new necklaces as she flew by, the shades having dropped their shields as soon as they believed themselves to be safe. "Don't just sit there, put that magic to use!"

Hiccup was doing much the same thing, dropping stones hastily conjured and inscribed with runes onto the ground. There they grew into huge walls, or vines which entangled themselves with each other so thickly and grew such huge thorns that the shades were soon trapped in a huge circle, the walls preventing them from getting out. Cloudjumper was hovering over the scene, and Valka was directing her from her back. The four-winged dragon's blasts heated up the ground around where they hit, and that send shades hopping out of the way even if they managed to drop it. Stoick was roaring as he fought on the ground, Skullcrusher defending him and the chief taking out at least ten shades singlehandedly. They seemed terrified of him, if the way they ran meant anything. As Hiccup watched, his dad felled another one with his hammer, sending the shade to the ground and cracking his silver mask.

There was a yell from below, and then a louder one as collective voices shouted a spell together and concentrated their fire on one area in an attempt to bring it down. As the packed dirt wall collapsed, Hiccup dropped another stone among them, the vines from this one taking a few shades with it and crushing them between the thick plants.

"I know you're here, Potter!" the demon screamed wildly, spells going in every direction as light shot into the sky from his wand, the dragons barely dodging his spellfire. "Come down here and face me like a man!"

Hiccup snorted. The demon wasn't even a man himself, so who was he to demand a thing like that of Hiccup? Besides, it was practically Viking rule number one: never give up your advantage.

However, the spellfire aimed at the sky was becoming increasingly thicker. Hiccup gestured for them to land, and used his last runestones to create geysers of fog, blanketing the area even more thickly to disguise the dragons.

They landed with soft thumps which would be barely audible to the ears of shades. Hiccup stayed on Toothless, and was assured that the others had done the same as Stormfly passed by slowly, walking silently with two forms on her back.

The silence was odd after the screams and light of battle. The moon had switched abruptly, everything quieting down as both sides prowled around, on the watch for the other. Hiccup froze as something long and thick swept by in the grass next to it.

He nearly fell off as Toothless lunged for it, snapping the thing's next in one bite. It was a huge snake, and judging by the scream that came from Hiccup's left, the demon knew it was dead. It must have been his pet or something.

"Don't eat it!" He hissed to Toothless before the dragon could take another bite. Toothless growled low in his throat, but left the corpse where it was in the grass.

A voice came, surprisingly clear through the fog. "Come out, Potter. You cannot win when you skulk in the shadows!"

Sure I can, Hiccup thought venomously. His confidence flagged somewhat as a wind stirred up. It was no natural occurrence - there was a tinge of magic on it, which raised the hairs on Hiccup's arms and dispersed his fog, sweeping it away so that the dragons would be without camuoflage.

Hiccup did the stupid thing and charged.

He leaped straight out of the remaining fog, screaming a battle cry. The others quickly followed suit, the ground now swarming with dragons and shades doing their best to take them down.

Hiccup wasn't stupid. There were protection runes engraved in every single saddle he'd ever made, and so his friends made no effort to dodge the spells which splashed harmlessly against invisible shields. Hookfang roared, shooting a jet of flame which scorched a circle around several of the shades.

Hiccup had landed right in front of the demon, who was shielding himself as Toothless let loose a barrage on him. The night fury was dodging around the man constantly, encouraged by Hiccup, who made passes at the demon with his own magic as soon as he got any opening.

"Enough!" The demon screamed, letting loose with a blast that knocked Hiccup right off Toothless and blasting back anyone within ten feet. He stalked closer as Hiccup stood up, and they faced each other, circling as Toothless tried to get in between them and guard Hiccup. The remaining shades made a circle around them - or they tried, as that left them vulnerable to attack from behind and three more of them were quickly picked off.

"So," the demon snarled. "You think yourself better than me?"

Hiccup didn't answer, choosing to stay silent and instead unsheath his sword, the fiery blade carving a swath in the nighttime air. The demon nearly took a step back, then sneered at him.

"Muggle weapons will not save you," he said, and unleashed a torrent of spells at Hiccup.

Hiccup was able to dodge most of them, while the others hit the shield he'd built into his suit. What with all the danger he faced, he'd thought it a good idea to give himself as much protection as he could, which extended to his friends.

There was more yelling as the other Vikings descended on the demon in the center/ The dragons were keeping the shades distracted, and so the demon found himself dueling nine people at once, eight of whom were perfectly willing to take his head off.

"This is not what I expected when I signed up for this tournament!" Cedric yelled as he turned two tombstones into huge dogs, which raced around barking and attacking the demon as well. The demon blasted one of the dogs to pieces and screamed his fury as the spell gained him an axe in the back which he barely avoided. Hiccup sent Astrid's axe back towards her, the weapon sailing into her hands as she caught it easily.

"I will not be defeated by a group of savages!" the demon screamed, just as Toothless sent a blast of blue fire at him that forced him to the ground to avoid.

"This is what you have to understand," Hiccup said as the man slowly got back to his feet, face twisted in an ugly scowl. "We don't go down so easily."

All nine of them attacked at once, weapons blazing int the firelight and the demon had a horrified look on his face right before they all descended on him.

He vanished right from right underneath them, and stood somewhere off to the side. "I am Lord Voldemort!" He screamed, and Toothless sent a plasma blast from the back which sent him up in flames where he stood.

Hiccup and the other Vikings watched as the man became nothing but ash. Hiccup thought Cedric looked a little sick. "Well," he said, taking off his helmet. "That didn't take long."

He turned to Cedric. "Need a ride back?"

Cedric looked around them, the shade's bodies scattered over the graveyard and the live ones screaming as they were pursued by dragons, who seemed to regard it as a game. "Might as well," he said resignedly.

The dragons rose over the graveyard again. Cedric sat behind Hiccup this time, since Hiccup was the only one equipped with a passenger belt or a saddle with room for more than one person. They soared over Britain, and multiple times Cedric leaned over Toothless's side to look down at the ground below.

"This is amazing!" He shouted to Hiccup as they went, the wind nearly ripping the words out of his mouth. "You do this all the time?"

"Yep!" Hiccup yelled back, angling himself as Toothless tilted upwards, taking them right underneath the clouds.

The land fell away under them as they flew, and the stars were bright as miniature suns this high up, and away from light pollution. After some time flying, Hiccup saw them reflected in water underneath them, and realized that they were over the lake in front of Hogwarts. Sure enough, the ship he'd seen anchored there rushed past them as they made their way over it. The maze was spread out underneath them, and Hiccup saw the stands still full and swarming with people. Teachers - the same ones who had worn the red stars - were flying on broomsticks, sweeping over the maze. Hiccup went lower to fly on the same level as them, circling around over the small open area.

They obviously saw them coming - even with Toothless invisible against a night sky, a Monstrous Nightmare is not something you miss, especially on a black sky. People shouted and cleared away from the area around the entrance to the maze, and someone bewitched the stands so that they moved back, the people in them shouting as they were jostled.

Toothless landed carefully, and someone was running across the lawn heedless of the dragons who Cedric quickly got off to meet. Hiccup took the second belt back as it was shoved into his hands, and watched as the man running towards them met Cedric halfway and wrapped him in a hug.

Stoick landed next to him, and Cloudjumper sent murmurs through the crowd as Valka landed on his other side. Hiccup dismounted carefully, flipping his leg so the proper side was on the ground before he stood up.

The teachers were hurrying towards them, and slowed as they approached the dragons. Cedric was talking rapidly to the man who must have been his father, ad Hiccup thought he saw the other two champions in the group coming towards them.

"What happened?" Dumbledore demanded as soon as he got close enough.

"Well-" Hiccup scratched his head, his helmet tucked under one arm. "That's a bit of a long story."

Sabotage in the Triwizard Tournament

Mad-Eye Moody replaced with Death Eater

On the day of the third task of the Triwizard Tournament, which was this year being held at Hogwarts, no one expected two of the champions to go missing! While both the French and Bulgarian champions were recovered from the maze after sending up signals for help, the two other champions - Cedric Diggory of Hogwarts and Harry Potter - vanished after, what is guessed, they both seized the Triwizard Cup at the same time.

It was discovered, during subsequent and hurried examination of the maze, that someone had purposely rigged the competition, cursing Mr Krum [the Bulgarian champion] and forcing him to dispose of Ms. Delacour [the French champion] before removing himself from the competition. Confusion erupted when it was discovered that the saboteur was no other than the infamous ex-Auror Mad-Eye Moody, who was known for the number of Death Eaters he put in Azkaban. A later discovery was made when it turned out that the man who had been teaching at Hogwarts for the entire year was no more than a Polyjuiced substitute, who was revealed to be the presumed-dead Barty Crouch Junior when his dose wore off. Mr, Crouch Senior was unavailable for comment, or so we thought, before Aurors seeking answers discovered his dead body inside his London home.

The two missing champions returned on the backs of dragons, along with a number of other people [also riding dragons] who had accompanied Mr. Potter to Hogwarts when he arrived for the tournament. None were available for comment, and this reporter is still unaware of the true events which occurred that night. Headmaster Dumbledore has refused us entry into the school to interview either Mr. Potter or Mr. Diggory.

Pure conjecture is, of course, not to be trusted, but there are several rumors...

the rest of the article may be found on page 7

Cedric Diggory declared Triwizard Champion

In a private ceremony at Hogwarts today Cedric Diggory was declared the winner of the Triwizard Tournament, though apparently he reached the cup at the same time as Mr. Potter. Harry Potter was unavailable for comment, but we have been told by Headmaster Dumbledore that he willingly surrendered the prize to Mr. Diggory, apparently 'not wanting it or having to fight over it'. Mr. Diggory purportedly offered to split the thousand-Galleon prize, which was also refused.

Mr. Diggory plans to put the money aside for a good university, and has also supposedly donated some of it to a charity organization.

Hiccup swooped over the trees in the Forbidden Forest, eyes seeking out a single place.

"There it is!" He shouted behind him as he spotted the circle. "You guys ready?" Affirmative shouts came up from behind him as Toothless circled around, the other six dragons following him in a downward spiral.

Toothless dove for the hole and Hiccup sputtered as they soared through darkness and came up through the water, bursting out in a shower of droplets. He quickly angled Toothless out of the way as Astrid came through behind him, Stormfly crying out as she soared upwards.

On-by-one they rocketed through, and as Valka came through last Hiccup saw the circle bend and twist itself out of existence. Glancing up from the water, he saw a huge spire of rock in the distance which fanned out at the bottom, the island it rested on sprawling over the sea which glittered under the sun.

Astrid was flying above him and sighed happily. "This is much better than that damp old castle," she said, reaching down to whack Hiccup on his helmet.

"It sure is." Hiccup looked at Berk in the distance and smiled.

"Welcome home!"

The End.

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