I am Gryffindor!

' I was born into a witch family, a rich one, it seems. It's not bad at all, I must say, ' I thought to myself while lying in my crib.

It's been two weeks since I arrived here, there's not much to do as a baby, it's just eat, sleep, eat, sleep some more. The hardest thing for me to get used to was going to the bathroom, but that's not something I want to talk about right now. My grandfather, that the name I discovered to be Reginald, most of the time the one taking care of me is our house elf, Korvus.

I don't judge him, just by the size of this place, he must work a lot. Just the door of my room would make me work for ten years just to pay the first installment.

He's nice. A few times a week he takes me to the garden outside, on the way there, I can take a good look at the mansion, and the place is beautiful and huge. Many parts are decorated with gold and jewels, and the garden has the most beautiful flowers I've ever seen, it's definitely a great place for picnics. Although I haven't had one yet in this life.

When we go out, my grandfather talks to me a lot. He tells me stories about how things were in his time, about how he met my grandmother. Whenever he speaks of her, he does so with a lot of love in his voice. He must miss her. He talks about my parents too.

* FlashBack *

We were sitting in the garden, it was late afternoon, and it was starting to get dark. As always, he was holding me in his arms. It was a calm moment, and a gentle breeze made the grass and the leaves of the nearby trees sway lightly.

"You know," my grandfather said, looking at the horizon as the sun was hiding.

"You remind me of your mother. She had the same intelligent look that you have when you were born, always observing and wanting to touch things, hahaha," he said with a nostalgic laugh.

'It would have been nice to meet her,' I thought a little sadly to myself. In my past life, I never had a good relationship with my parents. They loved each other so much that they forgot to love me. They gave me what I asked for but never what I needed.

"And she was beautiful, the most beautiful a witch of her age could be, and powerful, very powerful. She took completely after your grandmother, except for the temper, that's what she got from me, hehe," he said with a smile.

"Your father, well, I didn't like him much at first. He was stubborn, I could say a bit foolish, but he was brave, braver than many people I know, and he earned my respect, and your mother's love," he said, looking at me.

"They loved you so much, even before you were born. Your father would talk to you through your mother's belly, telling you jokes, hoping you'd kick in response. That would get a few laughs from your mother," he said with a smile.

"She used to sing to you every night before going to bed, she would caress her belly as if she were caressing you, and she'd also read some stories. Sometimes I would stop at the door to listen," he said, looking ahead again.

"How I wish they were here," he said, sighing melancholically.

'Yeah, me too, Grandpa,' I thought, thinking about what it would have been like to grow up with loving parents.

"You are the best of both," he said, looking into my eyes.

"You'll be better than all of us, better than me, better than your grandmother."

"You can change this world," he finished, smiling.

'...Change this world,' I repeated mentally, with the message being stored inside me.

'Yeah, this world will change...' I thought, remembering the little I knew about this world.

I will change the things.