Folklore of the Lunar's Curse-here have some :P

I don't own anything you recognize

Bonnie waited patiently for father to return from the woods. He had left with the axe to chop wood for the fire which was now burning low.

She looked up as the door opened, it was not father.

"Uncle!" Bonnie smiled, she jumped to her feet and as her nightgown dragged behind her she ran to her uncle for a hug.

Uncle smiled but it seemed off, "Hello sweetie, is your father home?"

"Went to chop wood for the fire." Bonnie shrugged.

Uncle nodded and set down his bag to rest on the rocking chair. He flicked his wand and the blanket from the chair lifted and covered his shivering body. "It is a very cold night."

"Of course it is Uncle, it's the first day of winter! Father says that the first frost is always most bitter." Bonnie sat by the chair looking up expectantly for some sort of story.

Uncle chuckled at her eager smile. "Should I tell you about one of my latest discoveries?"

Bonnie's head bobbed up and down in reply.

Uncle smiled and unclothed something. It looked dense, the wood trailed up in a curved way but it looked like a shepherd's crook.

"Woah..." Bonnie reached for it as Uncle gestured for her to take it.

"It was hand crafted by a very old and very wise wizard. He lived in a cave between the crossing of Hogsmade and so he came from the cavern and traded it to me." Uncle explained.

"What does it do? It looks like an ordinary staff."

"The most ordinary things seem to look extraordinary as do the most extraordinary look ordinary." Uncle chuckled at Bonnie's slightly scrunched and confused face. "It means whatever you think has little meaning usually holds the most dear. The small things count." He replied as he leaned over and poked her on the nose.

Bonnie giggled and ran her fingers along the wood.

Uncle shifted uncomfortably as the cold whispers started to tickle his ear. The icy hand, invisible but lethal. It grabbed Uncle's throat and growled lowly as Bonnie played without care.

Do it.

Uncle rose and grabbed Bonnie's coat from the table, Bonnie glanced up and Uncle waved her over.

"Where are we going?"

"We should look for your father...it is far too cold to leave anyone outside when they could so easily catch their death." Uncle explained, his eyes never met Bonnie's. She obeyed and followed him outside, grabbing onto his gloved hand-her other clung to the staff-she looked around the dark forest. "FATHER!"

Uncle clasped a hand over her mouth, "Do not yell for him child, the wolves will be out and they are always hungry."

Bonnie gripped his hand tighter as he continued down towards the rolling hills. In the distance they might have been able to see the faint outline of that large school in which her uncle and father had attended but the fog shrouded all beyond five feet of their eyes.

Uncle stopped in the field and grabbed her shoulder, "Stay here."

Bonnie nodded and held the staff with two hands as she shivered from the cold. "Where are you going?"

Uncle backed away and looked to the full moon within the sky. "Let us begin."

A voice called out and Bonnie's eyes darted in that general direction as the figure made himself known. "Brother?"

Uncle panicked and flicked his wand. Shrouded, cloaked wizards and witches appeared around and shot a spell at father who tried to pull his own wand out.

Uncle wasted no time, he aimed and the words of the curse left his lips as the green light shot towards his young niece.

Jack woke with a start, his brow covered in sweat and his arms shaking. He rubbed his eyes and was made aware that someone was watching him in his dorm. He let his guard down as he saw Rapunzel holding a steaming cup of something.

"Why are you-"

Rapunzel hushed him and sat on his bed giving him the warm cup. "You were having quite the dream when I came in." She admitted.

Jack arched an eyebrow at the door, "How'd you get in?" Surely there was no one in the Slytherin house that would let in anyone but another Slytherin; maybe Alessa and Frank but even they were acting strange as of late.

"Well after Professor Pitch deducted fifty points from our houses and sent us to the Headmaster's office he left us. Professor North was there and we explained our story and so he walked me over to check up on you."

Jack contemplated this and Rapunzel placed a reassuring hand on his knee. "Jack we want to help, I want to help but you can't isolate yourself... After that night..." Rapunzel swallowed hard. "We need to stick together, we need each other."

"I just...I got so angry...I was so confused and so I wanted to get out...I couldn't though, my own mind was..."

"Corrupted?" Rapunzel asked.

Jack nodded slowly, "I went into the classroom alone, looked for my staff but knocked something over by accident and the staff fell out of the cabinet. As soon as I touched it I knew something was off...there was sand...and all was blurred. It was cold and I saw Merida and Victor enter and they were...insulting me... They shot spells at me...I don't even know what kind!" Jack buried his head in his hands as he let out a sigh of frustration.

Rapunzel smoothed his back comfortingly. "Jack...Merida says that when she checked on you the staff was covered in black sand. She says your eyes were yellow and you summoned a dementor on them."

Jack shook his head, "I'm not even powerful enough to do that."

Rapunzel shrugged, "You were powerful enough to escape two unforgivable curses...what makes you think that you aren't powerful enough?"

Jack looked at her and hugged her tightly, "I don't want it...I don't want to..." His eyes widened and he pulled away, "the staff...it saved me but it also...maybe it was the reason I summoned the dementor."

"We found a book that Alessa was trying to read in the library. It's called the Lunar's Curse."

Jack stiffened, "I know."

Rapunzel sighed, "It's mostly gibberish now but Hiccup is trying to decode it...he's worried about you. He think's you're going through feelings that should be felt with help..."

Jack frowned, "What?"

"We were all there and we were all scared, Jack. I don't want you to believe you are alone."

this was quick to explain what the lunar's curse origins loosely are

(still need people to tell me who they want picked for Hogwarts but I understand if I'm posting like a maniac and need to give you time to think about it lol, other than Hiccup)