A/N: HI! I don't know how many people read this kind of crossover, but if you are reading this, thanks for reading! Whoa, that was an overuse of the word read.

Anyway, this story's taking place in middle of the movie How to Train Your Dragon, about the time when he's still training Toothless and learning about dragons from him, and Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, first task. Okay, read and review!

I hate my life.

There I was, minding my own business, busy playing hide and seek with Toothless. Which, by the way, I advise you to NEVER do, especially at night. He's like a ninja, practically invisible in the dark.

Anyway, so I was walking as silently and stealthily as possible, a.k.a. bumping into trees, stepping on every leaf and twig, and tripping over own feet. And when I hit the ground hard for my twentieth time, that's when I saw it.

A boot. A big, and I mean big, furry boot, about a size 40. A full grown golden retriever could fit in there. It could easily be a giant's boot. Covered in mud, the boot stood straight up, which immediately struck me as strange. A single boot, just casually set in the middle of the forest? I got suspicious. But who would set a boot for a trap?

Finally, my curiosity got the best of me. I carefully stepped closer to the boot and poked it.

I felt a sudden jolt in my stomach, a weird sensation that made me really queasy. Everything spun around me, turning into random color and shapes. My head threatened to split apart.

And then it all stopped. Just, stopped. I felt my hands and knees hit the hard, solid ground. I took in deep gulping breaths and opened my eyes slowly.

I was in an empty arena, kind of like the Kill Ring, but cleaner, bigger and with way more spectator seats, which were partly filled with strangely dressed people.

I had no idea what had just happened.

But I knew one thing.

I wasn't in Berk anymore.

"Ah, right on time!" a loud voice boomed, echoing through the stadium.

I looked up, squinting, and made out a really, really old man. He had a long, white beard and a long, purplish red robe. He was also carrying a stick, for some reason.

But that wasn't the weirdest part. Right behind him, which id failed to notice at first, were 50 foot tall cages with dragons, dragons, in them. I could make out a Gronckle, Monstrous Nightmare, Changewing, and even a Hideous Zippleback, but with only one head.

"Welcome to Hogwarts, dragon trainer!"

Well, did you like it? Review then! Do it! Do it now!