James had always understood that he was the son of the Chief of Berk. Fleamont Potter. The man that everyone looked up to and went to in a time of need. A man that James wanted nothing more than to be exactly like.

Well, almost exactly. Other than the fact that Fleamont (and everyone else on the island) hated Dragons. It was a feud that travelled back centuries. James understood they had to keep any resources they had but he still didn't like it.

After all, James much preferred the life where everyone and everything lived in a perfect peace. So, when one night, James accidentally shot down the most terrifying of Dragons, a nightfury, he completely freaked out.

No one believed him when he came back without a single piece of evidence. James hadn't even managed to get his very bestfriends, Sirius and Remus, to believe him. Although they did question him about it constantly.

This lead to a very secret and difficult to keep routine. James would visit the Nightfury, which he had nicknamed Moony because of the scars like craters and how he waited for nightfall to attack.

It was exhausting but also extremely rewarding when he began to get some progress with Moony. They could actually go on flights now that James had constructed a false tail wing for the one that Moony had lost when James shot him down.

The only major problem was when his dad had decided to enrol him in Dragon training which battled them against a variety of beasts. James would find ways to win the rounds without injuring the Dragons.

It gained him a lot of popularity and one pair of extremely suspicious eyes. Regulus, the younger brother of Sirius. And James’s terribly hopeless crush.

Which was how he ended up in this exact situation. James had been heading to the clearing where Moony was when he saw Regulus sat upon a rock. James immediately froze and probably looked very suspicious. "Whatcha doing here, Reggie?"