Story Idea Encyclopedia:
H for How To Train Your Dragon
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON OR HARRY POTTER IN ANY SUCH MANNER OR WAY
Summary: A series of Ideas I have thought of. They are not up for adoption, unless I specifically say so. If the story IS up for adoption. permission is required before use. These ideas are not complete, nor are they fully planned out. Why? Because then it will take the fun out of writing it! And when people adopt stories, they should be allowed to add in their own magical creativity to make the story unique
Story Idea #1: Harry is reborn as Hiccup in the HTTYD dimension
"The very moment Harry Potter closed his eyes for the last time in his world, Hiccup the third took in his first breath of life in another."
Harry stumbled as he struggled weakly to hold himself upright, hand shaking against the ruined wall. He leaned against said wall before he slid down with a frustrated huff.
He breathed shakily, blood trickling down from his mouth. He swallowed heavily, fighting the impulse to throw up the nonexistent contents of his stomach.
The wizard released a hollow laugh, coughing. Look at me, Harry thought bitterly. I, the boy-who-lived, dying from mere magical exhaustion.
He was dying. He felt it, his magic (what remained of it at least) felt it, the surrounding witches and wizards felt it, and, dammit, even Mr. Filch could sense. His weakening magic swirled inside him, all around him, panicking as it tried its best to comfort him.
Harry knew it was no use, though. The killing curse Voldemort had shot at him in the forbidden forest had made a hole in his magic, causing the surrounding environment to gradually, but surely, suck away his magic like a vacuum.
Once upon a several lifetimes ago, when life used to be so much simpler - but not simple, oh no, never simple - Harry had always feared that he would die at the hands of the Dursleys, forgotten in a small room, starving to death
Thankfully, it didn't happen.
Then, he thought, that he would die at the hands of Voldemort. At the time, he had been so unbelievable tired, so no one could really blame him for his undesirable pessimism
It didn't happen, either - at least, not in the way Harry had expected.
He closed his eyes when the air around him became heavy. At the end, he had gotten no chance to die of old age, like any other lucky person, but at least he could die being surrounded by dear friends and near-family.
It was peaceful, finally calm.
Harry looked up at the faces of all the people surrounding him. No one had made a sound for the last five minutes. Instead they were all sobbing silently, tears running down their cheeks, both of that of girls and boys. There was around a seven meter radius between him and the others, as no one dared to get anymore closer to him, though they all looked like they would want nothing more than to crowd around him. They must have finally stopped panicking, Harry thought wryly, Huh. It felt strange. He had never heard the great Hall this quiet since the time Cedric died. Death really does have a way with people. Harry looked bright yellow-orange sky, already symbolizing the coming of the new sun. Harry sighed. I guess I better leave this world with a few words of Farewell. Its the least- and most, really- I can do for them right now.
"I know that if we all try..." Harry continued as loudly as he could in the nearly silent ruins, "we'll be able to makes things right and good... This world really is such beautiful place, guys... This is our second chance... Let's start at ground zero again... let's start at a time before all this pure blood, muggle blood and half breed nonsense ever occurred to us... lets go back to the time when we considered ourselves as just 'Human.' Let's go back to when we didn't care if someone was a muggle, magical, giant, werewolf, Dark, Light, Gypsy, mermaid, vampire, troll, whatever! Let's go back to where the only divisions in life was reality and dreams! No, let's go to the beginning of time!
"I know that not everyone can get along. I know that there are people we can never truly forgive! I'm not asking you to follow Dumbledore, because Dumbledore was a fool! He was the reason why we nearly lost both wars! No, all I ask of you is to be fair! DON'T MINDLESSLY THROW SUSPECTS IN AZKABAN! DON'T PUNISH, HURT OR DISCRIMINATE PEOPLE BASED ON THINGS HEY CAN'T CONTROL! BRING TOGETHER HOGWARTS UNDER ONE BANNER! DESTROY THE HOUSE SYSTEM THAT HAS CREATED SO MANY PROBLEMS IN OUR WORLD! PLEASE, DON'T FORCE PEOPLE TO FEEL INSIGNIFICANT AND HATEFUL TOWARDS THE LIGHT!
SHOW THEM ALL THAT YOU CARE, THAT YOU WANT TO BE BY THEIR SIDE! SHOW THE DARK SIDE THAT THE LIGHT WON'T HURT THEM FOR WHO THEY ARE, BUT WHERE THEIR HEART ARE, THAT WE WON'T PUSH THEM AWAY!
PLEASE! DON'T LET THIS WAR HAPPEN AGAIN! CARE FOR ALL THE CHILDREN IN THIS WORLD FOR THEY ARE OUR PRECIUS FUTURE.
With the last of his strength, Harry screamed into the open, empty air:
"THIS WAR- IS OVER!"
Multiple cheers and screams were heard around the young savior as he slumped against the wall, happy that he could help cheer them all up. He heard multiple people promising him that they would help build a brighter future, in which everyone would be accepted.
He heard Hermione promise to make sure that cases like Sirius never happened again.
He Percy promise to become the Minister of Magic to bring an end to the rampaging corruption.
He heard Ginny and Luna call out to him, saying that they would become teachers and actually do something about the Gryffindor and Slytherin rivalry.
Neville shouted that he would do his best to help find bully and abuse victims and prevent them from going down the "evil" path.
Harry slowly found his hearing slipping away as the voices continued to rise to the heavens.
The sky, Harry thought with a smile, his eyes open for all the heavens to see, really is gorgeous.
And so, as young Harry Potters' story comes to an end...
the Tales of Hadrian "Hiccup" Horrendous Haddock begins, anew!
I sighed as I looked out towards the sea. It was way after midnight, but I was still sitting the edge of the docks of Berks, swinging my legs
I guess you are wondering why I'm here. I think its better if I started at the beginning.
My name is Hadrian Horrendous Haddock. I was born on February 29th, XXXX (1), but my family would usually celebrate my birthday on March 1st, which, I suppose, is better, since I wouldn't have wanted to have been able to only celebrate my birthday once every four years.
I'm thin and scrawny and am really clumsy (2), but I'm slowly getting better. I have wavy Raven hair that is cut short (same hair length as Hiccup in the movie) and brilliant green eyes. My favorite hobbies are fishing, camping, drawing, reading and exploring, and I can almost always be seen half of the time wandering through the forest drawing whatever I think as interesting in a special journal (3) which I made myself (though I had some help from Gobber, the smithy, in making the cover).
I'm the son of the proud and honorable Viking, Stoick Haddock, who was the chief of the village of Berk, located on the Barbaric Archipelago. I am also the son of the feisty, brave and brilliant Valhallarama Valka Haddock, the second strongest Viking in all of Berk.
Unbelievable, isn't it? That a young, weak boy like myself has parents like that?
Well, it wasn't really my fault. I was just born with a weaker body, that's all. I know that I won't grow up to be skin-and-bones, though, just as long as I eat a special diet I had come up. Of course, I'll never be able to become as bulky as my dad, but, at least have more fat and muscle on me.
Besides, I'm just five years old. I have a lot of time to grow. Unfortunately, this thinking doesn't really stop the other kids my age from picking on me and the adults from sighing in disappointment whenever they see me. I'm a "Worthless Fish Stick," after all. Already, my cousin, Snotlout, who is the same age as me, can lift medium sized rocks, half his height! I was seen as such a disappointment that other people had begun calling me a "Hiccup," since I was a Hiccup in the Viking fold. A Hiccup who didn't have anything of interest.
Even my own father had called me that by accident, but it really wasn't his fault, either. It wasn't as if anyone less than a God can choose how a child was going be born like. I know for a fact that mother wouldn't have agreed with me. But why should I care? She had been missing at sea for two years now, presumably dead. Don't get me wrong, I really love my mother and I sometimes wish she was here to tell me that I am worthwhile (it gets tiring listening to how much people see me as a disappointment, day in and day out). I would do anything if she could just come home. But trying to follow my imaginary mother's advice would just delude me from the truth: No one likes me.
However, I do have a secret, a huge secret that I can't risk letting anyone know about, lest I want them to kill me.
I'm a wizard.
And not any ordinary one, either. I am the reincarnation of Harry James Potter, the boy who lived, The Man who Conquered, the Chosen One, Gryffindor golden Boy, Quidditch nut, etc. I'm quite sure that all of you already know everything there is to know about me, so I won't bore you with the details. All you need to knowis that I died from magical exhaustion before being reborn in a different world that was still in the Viking Era. The End.
To Be Continued...
Next time: Harry/Hiccup becomes friend with Ruffnut
(1) It was a leap year. That really is Hiccup's birthday
(2) Harry has to get used to being in a new body
(3) He used wandless magic to place a permanent extension charm to make an endless supply of paper in the journal. The journal is looked to his own magical signature, so only he could open it.