I leaped inside only to be tackled to the ground by a large blue and pink scaly dragon.

October 23, 1989

It wasn't until I was nine that I decided I was old enough to go into the Forbidden Forest. I went into the Forest a week before Halloween, while Hagrid was setting up the huge jack-o-lanterns in the castle.

Young Cabby pulled her cloak tight around herself as the wind whipped at her face. She glanced back towards the castle to make sure no one could see her before she darted into the vast darkness of the trees. It wasn't nighttime, but the trees blocked out the afternoon sunlight.

She walked slowly through the gloomy shrubs, careful of any roots waiting to trip her. It was quiet, not in an eerie way, but a peaceful kind of quiet that gave her a feeling that reassured her that the forest would not bring any harm to her, as long as she brought no harm to it. She stood, gazing around. She was about to continue walking when she heard something, a crunch of the dead leavesthat littered the ground.

Her body froze. Someone, something was close. There was another crunch. Her eyes darted wildly, looking for any sign of movement in her inky surroundings.

"Hello?" Her little voice echoed as she called out. There was a sudden, louder crunch right behind her. She twirled around and came face to face with a scaly, sky blue, red-eyed...dragon? Gasping loudly, she leap back, suddenly, her foot caught on a knarly root and she fell to the ground.

She sat back up and stared at the create with wide eyes, getting ready to run, if need be, when she noticed that the dragon had backed away. He was cowering on all fours like a small puppy who had done something wrong. Cabby stumbled to her feet, never taking her eyes off him. He was blue. Lighter shades in the face, the scales got darker farther down on his body. His belly was a salmon pink and his blood-red eyes gleamed as her eyed her.

"Hello..." She whispered, stumbling, slightly hesitant. Not sure if dragons could understand, but his ears perched up and he took a slow step towards her. She looked at him curiously before patting her thigh, "C'mere, boy."

His eyes seemed to light up as he trotted over to her.

"Ooof! Monti!" I giggled as he licked my face, "I missed you too! But get off! It's only been a few hours." He let out a whining noise and flapped his wings furiously to lift himself off. I got to my feet and brushed my dress off. Monti scrambled forward instantly to sniff me.

"I don't have any treats for you, baby. I didn't have time to stop by the kitchens." I said as I walked into the chamber and over the corner where a large muggle cooler sat. Monti was hopping up and down excitedly, his tail was wagging around him.

"Geeze. You act like I've never fed you before." I opened the box and grabbed big handfuls of meat. I tossed it into a bowl and Monti began chomping away. I stroked his shiny tail before plopping down in the bright blue bean bag chair.

"You'll never believe my luck!" I told him. He stopped eating for a second to look at me, "Remember when I was all bummed that I gave in to Malfoy? Well, I actually got away from him, but it was kind of weird. Snape dragged me away when I was...well, I guess it's my fault. I was dancing a little bit too close to his personal bubble. You should have seen his face!" I broke off giggling, but just then for the second time that night, pain jolted through my arm. I gasped loudly, making Monti look up from his food bowl. When he saw me clutching my arm, he jumped over to me and nuzzled his nose against my shoulder.

"It's nothing, baby. It doesn't hurt. It just shocked me." I lied. He made a whining noise and gently used his teeth to tug on the bandage that wrapped around my arm. I sighed, and took it off for him. He sniffed before he started to lick me.

"Eww! Monti tongue is all...wet." Monti stopped licking me and went back to his food bowl finishing what was left. I laid down on the bean bag and sighed. I had never met my father before. Well, not that I remember, but I never wanted to meet him considering who he was and what he's done. If he rose to power again, what would I do? Snape couldn't protect me forever. I patted the floor for a minute for my bandage. I was too comfy to get up and get it. After another minute of patting I forced myself up. I looked around the room to finally notice that Monti and my bandage were both gone.

"Ohh, Jesus, Monti!" I whined, "Where are you?" I searched for the evil little dragon until I heard little feet trotting away in a close distance. I turned around to see the statue of Salazar Slytherin, who I had enchanted to wear a wig and a cocktail dress. Monti was sitting comfortably on top his head, my bandage dangling from his mouth. I glared,

"So you're playing take and hide, huh? Fine! I'm going to bed after this!" I yelled up at him. A smirk formed on his scaly face and he disappeared again. I laughed and began to search again. I heard him running all over the place but always looked to late. I was starting to get really fired until I saw a little blue dragon tail hiding behind one of the very colorful bean bags. I smirked and tackled Monti to the ground, but this didn't feel like Monti. It was soft and squishy. It was my damn stuffed dragon Harry had gotten me for my birthday two years ago. Shoot! I heard a light growl-like chuckle behind me. I flipped around and grabbed Monti into a hug.

"You little monster!" I grinned as I snuggled into Monti's big snout, "You put that there!" He made a cooing noise, licked my face and sat down my bandage. I sat back on the bean bag and began to wrap my arm back up. I tightened the wrap the best I could and rested my head, debating if I should go to my dorm or stay in here with Monti.

I closed my eyes and thought about it more. I do need clean clothes and my books. Better go to my dorm. I cracked my back and got up. Monti was already coiled into a ball, in his little bed, soundly asleep. I quietly walked over to him and kissed his head,

"Night, sweet boy." His eyes twitched, then settled again into a peaceful state. I grabbed my cloak and headed to the dorms.

I was half way to my room when I had heard someone clear their throat being me. I felt a shiver run down my spine and a cold sweat break out on my face. At first, I thought it was Dumbledore until a pair of hands slowly started rubbing my shoulders,

"'ello, purdy girly." The man's voice hissed in my ear, seductively. I spun around and stared in terror. I gasped loudly to see Karkorff.