I am Gryffindor!

After we returned from Paris, the first thing I did was try to use my new staff, and well... I woke up three hours later in my bed. Apparently, I don't have enough magic to cast big spells with the staff, but I can manage small things, like lighting up a room or levitating a few boxes. Other than that, I haven't made much progress.

My grandfather said that as I grow, my magic reserves will increase, but until then, I should train my magical control to keep my magic channels ready and my body always prepared.

I continued my training and studies as usual. My sword fighting is improving slowly—I train with Grandpa when I can, but when he's not around, I use the enchanted training dummies we have. They're slower than Grandpa, but it's better than nothing.

Last night, my grandfather gave me a gift: a diary. Not just any diary, but the diary of Godric Gryffindor. He told me that it was a tradition for everyone in our lineage to read the diary at some point, to understand how our ancestor thought and how we should act accordingly.

I started reading the diary as soon as I received it. So far, the beginning is pretty uninteresting—just the routine of a teenage Godric, thoughts about girls, and from what I've seen, he's starting to realize he can use magic.

From what I've read so far, it seems that Godric was Muggle-born. He lived with his mother, a seamstress, in a small village. He never got to meet his father. His mother said he was a traveling healer who stayed in the village for a few years, during which they fell in love.

But one day, he vanished—no letter, no goodbye, nothing. Godric's mother asked around the village if anyone had seen him, but everyone looked at her as if she were crazy and said that no such man had ever passed through, that they had never seen him before.

This left her in shock. The man she loved had disappeared, and worse—no one remembered him. She spent a long time thinking she was insane, that maybe she had imagined everything. But a few months later, she received undeniable proof that it wasn't all in her head—she was pregnant.

So far, the diary shows Godric trying to make sense of everything, thinking about possibilities regarding what might have happened to his father, about what is happening to him, and why all these strange things keep occurring around him. Most of all, it shows his fear—fear of what he might be capable of, fear that people won't understand him, fear of what they might do to him.

The diary reveals the perspective of a frightened teenager, afraid of the unknown and of what is happening to him.

I divide my time between reading the diary, training, and studying. I know it's not much, but I enjoy learning more about magic and this world—magical creatures, formulas, potions—so many possibilities.

And then, something extraordinary happened.

I was in my room, surrounded by books on magical creatures, and in front of me was the mystery I was trying to solve—a beautiful blue egg.

For days, I had been trying to understand it. I searched through all the creature books in my library, looking for a clue about what kind of creature might have laid the egg, but without success.

* Sigh *

"What are you ?" I asked in frustration, staring at the glowing egg.

"You know what ? This can wait until tomorrow—I can't take any more of this today," I said, getting up. Without even changing my clothes, I threw myself onto the bed and slowly drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, I was awakened by the sunlight streaming through the gaps in my curtains.

Forcing myself awake, I placed my bare feet on the cold wooden floor and got up with a groan. Slowly, I started picking up the books still scattered on the floor. As I was putting them back on my room's shelf, I heard a noise behind me.

* CRACK *

I quickly turned around to see the source of the sound. The egg was still on the floor, glowing beautifully under the morning light, but now it had something new—a crack on its surface.

I rushed over to examine it more closely and saw a large crack had formed.

And without warning…

* CRACK *

Another crack appeared as the egg shook slightly. It was happening—it was hatching.

The egg stopped after a few more shakes. I moved closer to check if something was wrong, and then…

* SPLAT *

The egg exploded. I covered my face with my arms to keep shell fragments from flying into my eyes.

When I lowered my arms, I was left breathless by what I saw.

In front of me, where the egg had been, now lay a small creature. It had four tiny legs, two slightly feathered wings, and a long tail. On its head, two small horns were just beginning to grow. It was covered in shimmering scales—the same color as the egg—a beautiful shade of blue.

The tiny creature breathed calmly, and as if sensing its surroundings, it slowly tried to open its eyes. They were a stunning blue, almost the same color—if not even more beautiful—than its scales. Not understanding what was happening, it shook its head from side to side, looking around. And when its gaze landed on me, its eyes widened.

"Raurrr," the little one grunted.

Instinctively, it tried to walk toward me, but its legs, which had never been used before, gave out almost instantly.

"Whoa, easy there, let me help you," I said quickly, catching the little one. Its warm, scaly skin was a pleasant sensation to have in the morning.

Holding it in my arms seemed to calm it down. Its eyes fixed on me, and with a soft purr, it began rubbing its face against mine.

I chuckled and started stroking its neck. Everything was fine—until I felt a sharp pain in the palm of my right hand, as if I had touched hot iron.

Looking at my hand, I saw a white glow fade away, and in its place was a scar. It was still pink and throbbing slightly, its shape spiraling like a whirlpool. What had just happened?

Looking at the tiny creature in my arms, I couldn't help but ask,

"Was this your doing ?"

But in response, all I got was a happy purr.