Hi there, this is my first ever fan fiction; I hope to create future fan fictions that are of better quality. I will accept criticism but only the beneficial type that helps me to improve my writing; I will NOT pay ANY attention to any hate-filled comments.

This was inspired by another fan fiction about Hiccup ending up in Hogwarts, however, that version lacked quite a bit of necessary detail and that caused me to write my version. This is NOT plagiarism; I am not passing off CottageCheese6535's fan fic 'You're a What?' I am simply using the idea of Hiccup attending Hogwarts as my base plan, the story will be quite different.

Now, without further ado, let's get into it.

Chapter 1: That Wizard, Making an Entrance

It was a tranquil, warm summer night when it happened.

The midnight sky was speckled with countless stars, all of them shone their gentle, silvery light. The half-full or the half-empty moon illuminated the grounds, the Forest and the castle with its pale, bluish-silver glow. Not a trace or a wisp of cloud hung in the sky, nothing ready to intercept the moonlight nor the starlight. The fragrant, summer air was warm and it occupied any space it could reach. And there on the grounds, silhouetted against the moon's glow, strolled a man.

He had a most eccentric appearance: his smile-wrinkled face had a crooked nose (which looked like it had been broken twice) on the center of his face; behind the half-moon spectacles were electric blue eyes that were so bright, they looked like they were X-raying anything that their glaze landed on; his tall, thin frame was garbed with a long, bellowing, navy bed robe on top of a set of midnight-blue pajamas, speckled with miniature silver and gold stars and he had waist-length beard and hair, both colored a silvery-white.

Smelling the crisp, summer air and feeling its soothing warmth, Albus Dumbledore (Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry) decided to take a healthful stroll on the grounds before turning in. He felt that that night's summer air was the warmest of that year's summer and he knew the reason why.

The Dementors were removed from their previous posts at the school boundary walls a few days ago; they were (and still are) the foulest creatures to ever exist in this universe. Dementors desire to consume positive emotions and memories, always leave a chilling wake of fear and despair in their path.

Dumbledore had always thought the Ministry's decision in allying with such creatures was foolish and terrible but he could do nothing more than voice his disdain and rejection. Dumbledore's repulsion and disgust for them had only increased after their unauthorized invasion of the Quidditch Pitch (which caused Harry Potter to nearly fall from a fatal height) as well as their unwarranted attempt at administering the Kiss on Harry.

Well, Dumbledore thought, best not to dwell in the past for too long. He refocused his attention to his surroundings and allowed them to occupy his senses and soothe him. This was the first truly quiet night as all of the students had departed for their homes that morning; it would be even more quiet the next day as the majority of the teaching faculty would be leaving, making the only occupants of the castle and its grounds its Headmaster, the Keeper of the Keys and Ground and Care of Magical Creatures Professor, (Rubeus Hagrid) and its caretaker, Argus Filch.

The subtle rumble, followed by loud footsteps, indicated to Dumbledore that Hagrid was approaching. Sure enough, just as the quaking footsteps just stopped behind former, a trumpeting voice inquired, "Yer all right, professor?" The voice issued from a giant of a man: his head and face was obscured by large quantities of bushy, tangled and untamed hair; beneath the jungle of hair lay two black eyes, glinting like beetles in the moonlight; his body was twice the height of a man, whilst having the width of three men; and he was clothed a humongous beaver-skin coat, pwhich hung over his massive nightgown.

"Oh yes, I am fine," replied Dumbledore graciously, "I just found that tonight's evening air particularly pleasant."

"Aye, I agree. Wit'out thos' ruddy Dementors swooping 'bout, the ev'ning air's bec'ming warm'r," Hagrid agreed.

Though he did not give any indication of it, Dumbledore knew that Hagrid was pondering about his brief, yet, traumatic experience in Azakaban. He knew that the conditions there were appalling and the Dementors' joy-sapping presence was enough to drive anyone crazy. "Indeed," said Dumbledore, "without them, I think this next school year will have the possibility of being quite entertaining." Hagrid puzzled over the Headmaster's choice of words, whilst the latter continued to smile serenely.

The Ministry had sent an owl to Dumbledore, informing him that the Departments of International Magical Co-operation and Magical Games and Sports have decided to reinstate the Triwizard Tournament and should the Beauxbatons, Durmstrang, and their respective Ministries send their agreements, Hogwarts would host the Tournament and house the Heads of the schools as well as their chosen selection of candidates for the title of Champion of their respective schools. Dumbledore didn't want to disappoint Hagrid should the Tournament be discontinued so he settled on keeping quiet and remain smiling.

"Well, I'm off ta bed, " Hagrid responded after a while, "Enjoy yer stroll, Professor."

"Thank you Hagrid," replied Dumbledore, as he gave Hagrid a courteous bow, "see you in the mor-"

The sudden halt surprised Hagrid and rendered him slightly speechless. Then he began to focus on his surroundings because something must have happened to have caused Dumbledore's attention to shift as well as stop mid-sentence. Then, Dumbledore's distracted gaze slowly moved away Hagrid and over his shoulder; slowly, his body also turned to follow his eyes, which had fixed themselves on a single point in the sky. Dumbledore took out his wand so quickly, that from Hagrid's perspective, it came from thin air into Dumbledore's hand.

He was about to ask him what was going when Dumbledore inquired, "Can you feel that Hagrid?" Hagrid was about to reply "What?" when he too felt it. The air was rippling with energy, which flowed around Hagrid like water over brooks. He flowed the streaming energy to its source and it originated from the exact point Dumbledore was transfixed at.

As both men stared, almost hypnotized, they saw that blazing white cracks began to grow, originating from that singular point in the sky. They grew like tree roots across the delicate glass pane of the heavens, threatening to shatter it. As they spread, the sky behind the spreading fracture began to distort, stretch, ripple and twist and as they did, the stars leaving gossamer wakes of light, connecting the fracture lines in a celestial web.

The commotion did not go unnoticed as multiple footsteps came running over to where Dumbledore and Hagrid were standing. At the front sprinted Minerva McGonagall, her tartan nightgown flapping behind (similar to the wings of an eagle), her tight bun loosely flopping up and down and her face bearing an anxious expression. Right behind her, (his jet-black night rode beating around him - making him ludicrously bat-like -, hook nosed, greasy haired and cold-eyes filled apprehension as they took in the scene) Severus Snape ran, his wand ready in his hand.

A little further away behind the two professors, another two of their colleagues followed. Pomona Sprout - whose hands, face and leaf-green nightgown were speckled with earth and dirt - flew across the grounds along with Filius Flitwick (who legs was so short it was a surprise to anyone who did not know him that he was capable of keeping up with the hurtling figures). The four professors had fear in their eyes but within them contain determination to help and to protect the school.

"What is going on, Dumbledore?" inquired McGonagall, as she approached the two men. "What is happening?"

"I don't know," replied Dumbledore, temporarily shifting his eyes at McGonagall before returning them to the abnormal phenomenon happening before him, "but get ready, the fracture looks like it is ready to blow."

Indeed, as the other professors were running to join Dumbledore and Hagrid, the fractures glowed even brighter and began to balloon towards its limit. McGonagall, Sprout, Flitwick and Hagrid extracted their wands from their pockets (or sleeve in McGonagall's case) and raised them towards the fracture. They waited as the light intensified, the energy rushed faster and the space continued to bulge and distort.

"Where is it gone?" squeaked Flitwick.

Indeed, a split-second ago, the enormous web of fissures had continued to dominate the sky. Now, the ominous sight had vanished, sucked back into the single point in the heavens that the fissures had originated. Nothing was seemingly left in the sky. Except, for one thing.

A single circle, hanging in the sky, blacker than ebony.

From that, came the torrent.

Plumes of energy, beams of light, swaths of raw power flew from the hole, charging towards the group. All of them countered by combining their Shield Charms. The raw energy collided with the charms, creating a massive shockwave that caused each person in the group to fly a good 6 feet with their wands flung out of their hands (Flitwick flew 10 feet whilst Hagrid flew 3 feet).

They struggled to get to their feet as the flood continued to rage past; the spiraling energy did not continue to flood out at the same vicious velocity it did when it exploded out. The iridescent plumes of energy dissipated a few seconds after to exited the singular point. The professors regrouped and all of them took defensive stances with their wands retrieved and raised cautiously.

"What are going to do?" yelled Sprout, over the shrill whistle of the swirling energy.

"I'm not sure," answered Dumbledore, "but I think we should only let the energy glow out; if we attempt to bottle it, we cause a backlash that can cause unspeakable damage."

"And if anything else comes out?" inquired Snape.

"Deflect it or stop it," replied Dumbledore.

The other professors nodded their agreement and continued to observe the energy-expelling hole with great intent and focus. One minute passed. Then another. And then another. With each minute, the energy flow reduced, and reduced and reduced; until the energy only leaked off the edges of the black hole, a solar eclipse amongst the heaven of midnight.

"Is it over, Dumbledore?" inquired Flitwick.

Dumbledore turned to answer him, when an ear-splitting shriek from McGonagall rang though the night.

"LOOK OUT!"

Dumbledore twisted around in time to see an enormous ball of light hurtling towards him. As one, the professors whipped their wands (or umbrella in Hagrid's case) in the same motion; a giant gust of wind was summoned, which batted away the massive jet of light. It whizzed away towards the Forest, leaving a multicolored streak of light in its path; the ball of light dissipating as soon as it was above of the middle of the Forest.

Dumbledore wasn't sure.

Perhaps the light was playing tricks on his eyes. Perhaps, it was another creature (an owl or a Thestral) swooping amongst the charcoal canvas of the night. Perhaps, he was the only one who seemed to have seen it.

However, I thought he saw a large, midnight-black, bat-like shape falling into the Forest.

BANG!

The noise - which was followed by a bright flash of pure, white light - snapped Dumbledore's attention back to the origin of all this commotion. The light quickly faded and for a split second, everyone froze as they took in the sight before, which was by far the most peculiar sight they have seen that night.

A boy, unconscious, hanging against the ebony sky.

Then he started to fall.

Before anyone could exclaim or even raise their wands, Dumbledore's spell caught the boy before he fell a foot towards the ground. The limp form was then gently settled on the grass; the crowd then rushed to help him.

As they did so, they all shared a feeling that this would be the start of a new adventure.

So, there you have it. The beginning of a new adventure for Hiccup. I hope I you like it. Thoughts? Please leave a review on what was good, any areas I could improve on and any suggestions for the story.

Disclaimer: I don't know when I will release the next chapters as I have exams but I will try to release it as soon as possible.

Now, at the end of each chapter, a quote from the next chapter will be given; this one is given by the awesome Professor McGonagall…

"That's impossible."

Ooh, what is she talking about?

See ya soon.