I am Gryffindor!

Hi everyone, I apologize for the delay in updating, my work and other aspects of my life require my priority, but I will update whenever I can. 

I also changed the writing style, it will no longer be a first-person story, I realized that it is easier to write in other ways, enjoy the chapter and give suggestions for the story.

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As soon as Aurelius stepped into the Gryffindor common room, he was met by a wave of cheerful voices, laughter, and a warm glow coming from the fireplace. That seemed to be the tower's routine: joyful chaos—loud, wild, and incredibly alive. He settled by the window, a book open in his lap, but his attention was soon stolen by something... brighter.

"Ready, George ?" he heard Fred ask, excited.

"Always !" replied his twin with a grin as mischievous as the other's.

They stood in the center of the room like ringmasters at an improvised spectacle. A circle of students quickly formed around them, pushing furniture aside with a few flicks of wands. Then, with a swift motion, George brought an amber flask to his lips and tilted his head back.

Aurelius raised an eyebrow, curious.

'This is going badly,' he thought.

George spat the liquid into the air with a strong, precise movement. Then, with a snap of his wand, a flame ignited and danced in the middle of the room, taking shape under his guidance—a dragon, then a hippogriff, and even a small replica of the Sorting Hat that laughed midair. The flames twisted, pulsed, and shimmered with enchanted colors. It was hypnotic.

Fred took over, inhaling the flame with a dramatic gesture and repeating the sequence. They passed the fire between them like a game—a living torch dancing back and forth, forming ever more extravagant shapes.

"This is going to end badly..." Aurelius muttered, closing his book, unable to hide a smile.

And then it happened.

Fred, a bit too excited, tried to form what appeared to be a gigantic basilisk—but the amount of liquid was more than he should've used, and the ignition spell burst out with more force than necessary. The flaming creature barely began to form before—BOOM—an orange explosion lit up the entire room.

Both twins were thrown in opposite directions, crashing into the cushions with a muffled thud. For a moment, there was silence. Then they sat up, dizzy, their eyes meeting across the room... and that's when they noticed: their eyebrows were completely gone.

They stared at each other, utterly shocked.

"Hey... George..." Fred began, touching his forehead.

"You lost yours too !" George exclaimed, eyes wide.

The explosion of laughter that followed filled the room and rivaled the one they had just caused. Even Aurelius, who rarely laughed aloud, found himself laughing along with the others, clutching his stomach, eyes watering.

"At least now you match the practice dummies from Charms class !" Aurelius shouted between laughs, drawing even more roars from the room.

Fred and George gave a theatrical bow.

"Thank you, thank you, we'll be here every night !" they said in unison.

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Night draped Hogwarts like a silent velvet cloak, sprinkled with lazily twinkling stars. In the Gryffindor dormitory, the world seemed to be asleep. All except for one soul, moving cautiously among shadows and silence.

Aurelius wore his flight gear—a lightweight armor made of dark, flexible leather, reinforced with thin metal plates at the joints, shoulders, and chest. The cut was fitted, with multiple belts and buckles holding everything snug and tight. Even under the faint moonlight coming through the windows, the outfit radiated solemnity and purpose, as if it had been made for someone born to cross the skies.

No sword at his side, but his wand was hidden beneath his left sleeve. He raised his arm and whispered the incantation:

[Disillusionment]

A chill ran down his neck, like invisible drops of ice dripping along his skin. Slowly, his body began to vanish, blending in with the environment. Invisible to the portraits and the ever-watchful gargoyles, he slipped through the sleeping corridors.

He moved like a ghost through the school. He passed tapestries still dreaming enchanted dreams, avoided the snoozing suits of armor, and steered clear of staircases that liked to shift positions just for fun. He reached the inner courtyard near the greenhouse, where he whispered a nearly inaudible Alohomora, unlocking a discreet path to the outside world.

Outside, the air was cold and damp. The wet grass beneath his boots made little sound as he crossed the dark grounds. The forest loomed ahead—tall trunks, tangled shadows, ancient silence. He entered without hesitation.

Before long, between two great moss-covered trees, a dark-blue figure emerged from the shadows: Saphira. Her eyes glowed with a vivid, liquid sapphire hue, and her scales shimmered under the moonlight like hand-forged crystal. As soon as she sensed him approaching, she let out a soft sound—part rumble, part sigh of contentment.

Aurelius lifted the Disillusionment Charm and appeared before her, walking calmly until his fingers touched the side of her neck.

'It's about time—I was starting to think you'd forgotten.'

'I missed you too,' he replied through their bond, smiling.

Saphira lowered her head, gently pressing her snout against the boy's chest, and he smiled. She crouched then, wings partially spread—an invitation for the flight they had long awaited.

Aurelius climbed onto her back with ease. The enchanted harnesses, custom-made for her, adjusted around his legs and waist as he leaned forward, brushing the scales between her shoulders.

Saphira flapped her wings once, then twice, before leaping into the sky. The ground vanished beneath them.

The sky opened above them like a vast ocean dotted with stars. Hogwarts Castle, majestic and silent, was nothing more than a golden blur in the distance. Around them, the wind sang—an ancient hymn known only to those who dared fly under the night.

They soared past the castle towers, circled the Astronomy Tower, and headed toward Hogsmeade, whose windows shimmered with magical lights. The village seemed to sleep, dreaming peacefully under the moonlight. But for Aurelius and Saphira, this was just the beginning.

They veered toward the Black Lake. Its surface reflected the sky like an enchanted mirror, and the surrounding trees stood as silent witnesses.

Saphira slowed. Her wings cut the air with grace as she hovered low—so close to the water that the tips of her wings skimmed the surface.

Each gentle stroke sent sparkling droplets into the air—shimmering particles dancing like stardust before falling back into the lake. The sight was unreal, as if the world had paused to watch.

Aurelius closed his eyes for a moment. He felt the wind on his face, the heartbeat of Saphira beneath him, the whisper of clouds parting around them.

He opened his eyes slowly, the cold breeze caressing his cheeks. The world below felt distant—too small to hold the weight of his thoughts. He ran his hand along Saphira's neck, sliding his fingers between her firm, warm scales.

"Do you miss home ?" he asked quietly, almost afraid to break the magic of the moment.

Saphira let out a deep sound, part breath, part rumble—something Aurelius had come to understand. It wasn't speech, but pure emotion. A gentle sadness tinged with longing.

"Yeah... me too," he sighed. "As amazing as Hogwarts is... sometimes I feel caged. Even on the first day, the stares, the questions—it's all a bit much to take in."

Saphira tilted her head slightly, adjusting her flight path to glance at him from the corner of her eye.

'You're never pretending with me.'

She let out a soft roar, like distant thunder held in the heart of the night. Then she spiraled upward, taking them higher, until the world below became only mist and scattered lights.

At the top of the arc, she hovered briefly, wings gently flapping.

Aurelius laughed. A true laugh, open and free.

"I needed this. I needed you." He leaned forward, pressing his forehead against the base of her neck. "Thank you for not forgetting me. For waiting, even with the distance."

'It'll take more than a school to keep me from you, little one.'

'And remember, you are not alone, I am you, you are me, and we are one'

Saphira replied with a deep, rumbling purr that vibrated through his chest. There was no judgment in her—only understanding.

For a few heartbeats, the night's silence enveloped them. Only the sound of wings slicing the air and the hush of dissolving clouds accompanied them.

Then, as if answering a silent call, Saphira dove. They descended quickly toward the lake again, its surface now bathed in silver. As they skimmed the water, her wings created soft waves that shimmered like magic.

Tiny droplets of water rose around them, spiraling in glowing patterns. Aurelius stretched out his arms, feeling the mist strike his skin like liquid light. In that moment—with the entire world below and the sky stretching wide above—he didn't feel small. He didn't feel lost.

He felt whole.

"One day, Saphira... one day we'll fly beyond all of this. No limits. No borders," he whispered. "Just you and me. The whole sky for us."

She responded with a powerful, certain roar.

Yes.

They would fly.

Not just tonight—

But in every night yet to come.