Harry and Ron were playing Quidditch, when Harry got a little over
enthusiastic; resulting in the ball they were using to plummet into a
garden the Weasleys didn't own.
'Let's go get it,' said Ron, slowly approaching the ground.
Harry joined him and he, Ron and Hermione walked to where the garden was.
'Whose is this?' asked Hermione, cautiously.
'No idea,' said Ron, 'I think it's deserted, actually.'
They pushed open the gate and walked inside.
The garden was beautiful; full of different coloured flowers and scents. However, there was just something not quite right.
'Oh, sorry,' stumbled Ron.
Harry and Hermione looked up. He was speaking to what appeared to be a small child around the age of five. She had curly red hair, glinting black eyes, a slightly pointed nose, and slightly pointed ears.
'Ooh,' she squeaked, bouncing towards them. She looked up at Hermione, her eyes gleaming. 'Pretty hair!'
She took an exaggerated step sideways and grinned impishly up at Ron.
'You tall, me small,' she giggled.
'Ooh,' she said, gazing at the scar on Harry's forehead. She held the word for about five seconds.
'What's your names?' she said sweetly, smiling up at them.
'Hermione.'
'Ron.'
'Harry.'
'Play with me,' she pleaded.
'Er,' said Ron.
'Lets play catch!' she shrieked, full of enthusiasm.
They seperated out into a square shape. The girl clicked her fingers and a small red ball appeared in her hands. Hermione looked astonished. Even if this girl was magic, how could she conjure something without even using a wand? And she was so young...
They threw the ball to each other a bit before she said, 'Catch is boring,' and clicked her fingers; the ball disappeared.
'What's your name?' asked Harry.
'Er...,' she said. She looked down at her long fingers, obviously thinking hard.
Ron looked worried.
'Beth!' she chimed suddenly. 'My name's...Beth!'
'How old are you?' questioned Hermione.
'Three thousand seven hundred and thirty seven,' she said, her beam not faltering.
Ron raised his eyebrows.
'Lets pick flowers,' Beth squealed, 'I just love flowers!'
'Er - that's okay,' said Ron, 'We were just going...'
Beth's eyes immediately flashed. She clicked her fingers at Ron.
'Lets pick flowers,' said Ron, grinning broadly, is if he'd just had a Cheering Charm put on him.
'Flowers!' said Beth, clicking her fingers at Harry.
Harry skipped off to join Ron in plucking some daisies.
'Harry! Ron!' said Hermione. She ran over to them and gave them each a harsh slap.
'Ow, Hermione,' groaned Ron, 'What was that for?'
'Quick!' hissed Hermione. She pulled them both over to the gate and they ran out.
Beth came hurtling after them but crashed where the gate would have been had one of them closed it. It seemed she was stopped by an invisible barrier.
'Ooh! Ow! Uh!'
Beth screamed in protest but failed to get through, or lose the high- pitched voice.
'Oh,' she said sadly. Beth turned around and began to walk back up the garden, tears falling down out of her eyes.
'Let's go get it,' said Ron, slowly approaching the ground.
Harry joined him and he, Ron and Hermione walked to where the garden was.
'Whose is this?' asked Hermione, cautiously.
'No idea,' said Ron, 'I think it's deserted, actually.'
They pushed open the gate and walked inside.
The garden was beautiful; full of different coloured flowers and scents. However, there was just something not quite right.
'Oh, sorry,' stumbled Ron.
Harry and Hermione looked up. He was speaking to what appeared to be a small child around the age of five. She had curly red hair, glinting black eyes, a slightly pointed nose, and slightly pointed ears.
'Ooh,' she squeaked, bouncing towards them. She looked up at Hermione, her eyes gleaming. 'Pretty hair!'
She took an exaggerated step sideways and grinned impishly up at Ron.
'You tall, me small,' she giggled.
'Ooh,' she said, gazing at the scar on Harry's forehead. She held the word for about five seconds.
'What's your names?' she said sweetly, smiling up at them.
'Hermione.'
'Ron.'
'Harry.'
'Play with me,' she pleaded.
'Er,' said Ron.
'Lets play catch!' she shrieked, full of enthusiasm.
They seperated out into a square shape. The girl clicked her fingers and a small red ball appeared in her hands. Hermione looked astonished. Even if this girl was magic, how could she conjure something without even using a wand? And she was so young...
They threw the ball to each other a bit before she said, 'Catch is boring,' and clicked her fingers; the ball disappeared.
'What's your name?' asked Harry.
'Er...,' she said. She looked down at her long fingers, obviously thinking hard.
Ron looked worried.
'Beth!' she chimed suddenly. 'My name's...Beth!'
'How old are you?' questioned Hermione.
'Three thousand seven hundred and thirty seven,' she said, her beam not faltering.
Ron raised his eyebrows.
'Lets pick flowers,' Beth squealed, 'I just love flowers!'
'Er - that's okay,' said Ron, 'We were just going...'
Beth's eyes immediately flashed. She clicked her fingers at Ron.
'Lets pick flowers,' said Ron, grinning broadly, is if he'd just had a Cheering Charm put on him.
'Flowers!' said Beth, clicking her fingers at Harry.
Harry skipped off to join Ron in plucking some daisies.
'Harry! Ron!' said Hermione. She ran over to them and gave them each a harsh slap.
'Ow, Hermione,' groaned Ron, 'What was that for?'
'Quick!' hissed Hermione. She pulled them both over to the gate and they ran out.
Beth came hurtling after them but crashed where the gate would have been had one of them closed it. It seemed she was stopped by an invisible barrier.
'Ooh! Ow! Uh!'
Beth screamed in protest but failed to get through, or lose the high- pitched voice.
'Oh,' she said sadly. Beth turned around and began to walk back up the garden, tears falling down out of her eyes.
