I don't own Harry Potter.
I packed up my backpack as the bell rang for the end of school. It was raining, and I had to walk home like everyday. I pulled out a compact dull green umbrella from one of my backpack pockets, pulled my jacket on around me, and left.
My friends didn't stay to talk. They scattered to their mother's cars and the buses, sprinting as if they were trying to dodge the raindrops. I was left to walk home alone.
I did walk home alone, on the wet and slightly slick sidewalk, when something shiny caught my eye.
Half-buried in the mud, there was a golden coin that looked like it had been there for a while. I picked it up and cleaned the mud off with my sleeve.
On one side, there was what looked like a dragon in the center, and closer to the edge, there was the words "Unum Galleon." On the other, there was an old man with a long beard and an odd-looking hat, like Santa Claus or something. That side said "Gringotts Bank."
I wasn't sure what Gringotts meant, but it must have been some foreign coin that a tourist dropped. I put the coin in my pocket and continued walking home.
When I got home, no one was there. I put my stuff in my room, besides my jacket and shoes, and sat down to do my homework.
My mom got home from work a few minutes later. She put the jacket on the hook next to mine, and accidentally knocked my jacket down.
She bent over and picked my jacket up, and the coin fell out with a clinking sound.
"Hey..." she looked at the coin carefully, flipping it over a few times. "Where'd you get this coin?"
I looked up from my homework. "I found it it the street."
Mom shrugged and placed it next to me on the table. "Looks foreign."
I took the coin to my room and put it in a little wooden box that I had gotten from my uncle once.
I quickly forgot about the coin.
It's the shortest thing I've ever written that isn't a poem, but I hope you all like it! I left the main character anonymous, so they can be whoever you imagine them to be.