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: I don't own Harry Potter neither HTTYD stories or characters.

Warning: Slash, OOC, Grammar and spelling mistakes, Unbeta'd, Explicit language and contents, and other things

Crosspost with AO3 with the same title and the same author name.

"...Happy birthday, Harry" Harry Potter, now 16 said to himself. Alone at the number 12 Grimmauld Place in the Black library, he couldn't help himself but to feel remorseful and empty inside. The death of his godfather was a really full-blown wreck and Harry didn't know what he was supposed to do right now. What should he do to make himself forget?!

Books and parchments were scattering around on the floor. It was a mess. Poor Kreacher has to clean it all later. Sighing heavily, Harry pinched the bridge of nose to ease his eyes.

Hooray Harry, finally 16 and alone. Atlease you don't have to go back to the Dursley anymore for the rest of this summer...Harry said to assure himself. The Dursley had threw him out immediately when the 1st of July had came. Bloody wanker they are... Thank Merlin Remus was nearby to take him. Hermione and The Weasleys couldn't be here until next week and Remus was busy doing something. So here he was, alone on the library floor; celebrating his own birthday with books and everything.

Trying to cheer himself up, Harry took a deep breath and got up from his bed. Looking himself in the mirror, he knew he needed a good sleep. Heading towards the kitchen, Harry was hoping to make himself a warm milk. He can easily used Kreacher or Dobby, but Harry didn't want to disturb them from sleeping.

Pouring some milk into the milk saucepan, Harry turned on the stove with low heat and waited before stirring the milk slowly. He prefered to make this using microwave, but knowing how bad it turns out when technology connecting with magic, he prefered not to (especially in the house full of magic like Grimmauld Place).

When it was done, Harry poured the milk into his cup. Sniffing the warm smell, he couldn't help it but to feel calm. He felt warm inside and as if all his troubles had just been washed away. Before he could sip his milk, a few tap from the kitchen window grabbed his attention. Grunting under his breath, he wandlessly opened the window, entering 4 owls into the kitchen.

Happy birthday...Sorry for not being there...it's not your fault...Dumbledore...bla bla bla...

It was all the same. He was tired thinking about all of this. About the war and everything. Why can't they tell him anything? Dumbledore seems to be hiding something from him and his best friends didn't help either. He was tired with all of this.

Drinking his milk, Harry threw away his friends letter and ignored their presents. But then, a book grabbed his attention. There was no letter or note or any name at all. The book has no title on it. Only a picture of a dragon(?) with a weird scribble underneath the is this book? How am I supposed to read this if I can't understand this? Is it runes? Merlin, I never realised how dumb I am...

Couldn't do anything about it, he just threw the book and the book landed and slided underneath his bed before he went to to sleep.

The next morning, Harry completely forgot about the book. After eating breakfast, his Hogwarts letter arrived. Harry didn't open the letter though. He felt like there was something important he needed to do but he couldn't explain it. Shoving the weird feeling away, Harry headed to the Black library to calm his mind. Ever since he arrived here a month ago, this was all he did; reading.

He was surprised at how much he didn't know about the wizarding world. Not to mention how insufficient Hogwarts's education was when compared to Durmstrang and Beauxbatons.

Harry used all his free time to read, Harry subsconciously had started to absorb knowledge like a sponge. His theories and practical works was increasing without he even noticed.

3 days before the arrival of Hermione and the Weasley clan, Harry was meditating when suddenly, he felt himself being pulled into somewhere else.

Ok, where am I?Ask Harry. The weird thing was, he didn't feel any wary or danger. Infact, he felt safe... Remembering something from one of the books he had read; he gasp.

Merlin's beard...don't tell me this is my mindscape...

The view infront of him was beautiful. He was standing near the cliff and Hogwarts can be seen clearly and the Black Lake shone under the moon light. The stars twinkling brightly and its reflection can be seen on the Black Lake. The Forbidden Forrest was soothingly humming and the bright fireflies were dancing nearby.

"Wow..." was all Harry could said under his breath. Harry was very captivated with his own mindscape, he jumped and yelped loudly when suddenly, he felt a hot breath behind his neck.

What he saw nearly made him jumped out of the cliff. There was a medium size jet-black dragon with a pair of emerald green eyes similar to his own. Its has a pair of tendril-like ears on its head and nubs around its face. It has a long tail and a huge bat-like wings. Mesmerized with the dragon's eyes, Harry didn't realised how closed he was to the creature infront of him.

The dragon stared at him like it was weighing and testing his soul. Harry didn't know what he had done, but he seemed to has past the test as the dragon touch their forehead together and suddenly, the dragon turned into a black sphere with blue fire. The sphere entered itself inside Harry. Too shocked to decipher the moment, Harry was not ready for the upcoming pain. He felt like his body on fire and his head felt like it was splitted. Before Harry went unconscious, he could see his hand was on fire...

A blue fire..

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