I am Gryffindor!

It has been a week since I introduced Saphira to Grandpa, and as he had said, he contacted Newt Scamander for a visit to check on Saphira. He responded to the letter quickly, but unfortunately, he couldn't come immediately. Apparently, he was dealing with some issues regarding a hippogriff migration—his words, not mine.

So today was the scheduled day for the visit, and we were all waiting in the living room, where he would arrive through the Floo Powder.

Even though only a week had passed, Saphira had grown a lot. We had been feeding her top-quality meat, and she had a voracious appetite. Thanks to Merlin, we're rich; otherwise, just her lunch alone would be enough to bankrupt anyone.

She usually sleeps in my room beside my bed, but we are in the process of building a den for her near the mansion. We don't know how big she will get, and it would be problematic to have her destroying things inside the house.

As time passed, Saphira and I became closer, spending all our time together and doing all activities side by side. I'm not complaining—having Saphira around makes me feel… complete. It's hard to put into words, but it's as if I had spent my whole life missing a part of myself that I didn't even know existed, and she filled it.

She also started hunting on her own. I found out when I was reading a book in the garden, and she brought me a decapitated rabbit. It was a bloody surprise.

Sitting in the living room, I was talking to my grandfather while we waited, and Saphira lazily dozed at my feet. Our conversation was interrupted by the sound of crackling from the fireplace, and then the flames turned green. From them emerged a man dressed in a blue overcoat with blond hair. Our guest had arrived.

The man seemed disoriented for a moment until his eyes landed on my grandfather.

"Reginald, my old friend !" Newt said cheerfully, arms open as he walked toward my grandfather.

The two men embraced and exchanged greetings for a few moments until his gaze turned to me.

"You must be Aurelius; I've heard a lot abou—" He was saying until he noticed Saphira, who, with all the commotion, blinked in irritation at being woken up.

"By Merlin, this must be her! You didn't tell me she was this stunning, Reginald," Newt said, crouching to Saphira's level.

"Hahaha, some things you have to see with your own eyes, my friend," Grandpa said with a mischievous smile.

"It's a pleasure, Mr. Scamander. I'm a great admirer of your work," I said, standing up with a smile.

"The pleasure is all mine, young Aurelius. You know, I once had a friend with the same name as yours," he said with a nostalgic expression.

"Yeah, I've heard that before," I said with a small laugh.

"As much as I'd love to chat and catch up, I can't contain myself. May I examine her, Aurelius?" he asked, looking at me with hopeful eyes.

"Of course, let me help. Come, Saphira !" I said, prompting the lazy one to get up and jump onto the coffee table.

Newt, who was carrying a suitcase, placed it on the floor. When he opened it, he leaned halfway inside and pulled out various tools. 

"This won't harm her in any way, will it, Mr. Scamander ?" I asked with my arms crossed.

"No, no, of course not. All my analysis methods are completely harmless," he affirmed confidently.

"Great, then I leave Saphira in your hands," I said, stepping away from the table where Saphira was.

"Saphira," he said, a little thoughtful.

"A worthy name," he added, beginning his examination.

He started with the basics—wing size, type of teeth, color of scales. He even looked inside her mouth, illuminating it with his wand. Throughout the process, Saphira kept looking at me as if waiting for me to help her. Of course, anyone touching her made me completely uncomfortable, as if I were being seen naked. But if Grandpa trusted him, I guess I could give him a chance.

"Curious, very curious," Newt said, stopping his tests.

"Give me a second," he said, turning around and disappearing into his suitcase again, this time emerging with an extremely old and worn-out book.

He opened the book on the table and began flipping through it. The pages seemed to be written in ancient English, so I couldn't understand much, but from the illustrations, I could tell it was a book about creatures, though I didn't recognize any of them.

Then he stopped on a specific page, which had an illustration of something that looked like Saphira, but in a golden color and appearing fiercer.

"Just as I thought. I never imagined I'd see one," Newt said excitedly, leaving both me and my grandfather confused.

"What does this mean, Newt ?" my grandfather asked, approaching the man, with me following.

"It means I've discovered what our little friend is," he said with a smile.

"What is she then ?" I asked curiously.

"A dragon," he said, beaming.

"Really ? What species ? I don't recall seeing anything like her anywhere," Grandpa said.

"Oh no, you don't understand—she is a dragon, a real dragon," he said, standing up with a wide grin.

"In ancient times, there were two similar species—Dragons and Wyverns. Dragons were like her—four legs and a pair of wings. They were powerful, beautiful, and incredibly intelligent. Wyverns, on the other hand, are what we now mistakenly call 'dragons.'"

"Due to her species' disappearance, Wyverns took their place, and wizards began erroneously calling them Dragons, even though the differences between the two are significant, despite some similarities."

"It was believed they were extinct, with the last record being the Golden Dragon of King Arthur. But seeing her here… this changes everything," he said, lost in thought.

My grandfather and I stood frozen, analyzing Newt's words. What happened to the dragons? What led to their extinction ? How was Saphira alive ?

My thoughts stopped when I heard a small, childish voice.

"Hungry !"

I looked around, confused—neither my grandfather nor Newt could have said that.

"Hungry !"

I heard it again, this time looking at the only one left.

Saphira was still sitting on the table, her blue eyes staring at me with intelligence.

I approached and began to stroke her head.

"You're hungry ?" I asked, uncertain.

"Yes ! Hungry !" I heard in my mind, this time sure of where the voice was coming from, and my smile grew wider.

"I'll get you food, okay ? And then we'll go to the garden, how about that ?" I said, smiling as I petted Saphira.

"Hehehe," she let out a childish giggle that made my heart melt.

While Saphira and I were in our own little world, Newt and my grandfather were deep in discussion about the implications of Saphira's existence, oblivious to what was happening.