The Harry Potter books obviously do not belong to me. I am just borrowing some of the characters.
The small girl bounced along carelessly, her wild red hair flying freely behind her. She was wearing a rather large, faded yellow t-shirt that fell just above her knees, and a crown of white flowers sat precariously upon her head. Her bare feet hit the ground in rhythmic steps, and she giggled out loud as the soft grass brushed against her smooth skin. She slowed down as she reached the edge of the forest just beyond her house. The sun filtered through the leaves, and the shadows danced upon the forest floor as a breeze swept through the branches.
She paused for a moment to listen to the sound of birds singing high up in their nests. Then, a sudden movement caught her eye. A few feet in front of her sat a rabbit, its head cocked to the side as if it was appraising her. A moment later, it took off between the trees, and she followed it. She was after all, a curious child. She soon lost sight of it and had to stop for air.
"What are you doing?" asked a cool voice. The girl looked up with surprise to find a small boy, one pale eyebrow raised. He couldn't have been too much older than her. He was just a few inches taller, and he had pale blond hair. His skin was also very pale, and she wondered if he was a ghost. Her warm brown eyes met his cool blue ones.
"I'm just playing," she stated, giving him a small smile. "Do you want to play with me? Are you a ghost? Where are you from?" Her curiosity was not a thing that she could often control.
He smirked at her. "There are no ghosts, silly. Why would I want to play with a silly little girl that believes in ghosts?" He stepped forward, just a foot away from her now, and looked down his short, pointy nose at her.
"There are too! My best friend, Luna, said that her mum is a ghost, and she talks to her all of the time!" she said defiantly and stuck her small, pink tongue out at him. "So what are you then?"
"I am a dragon," he stated with pride. He held his hand up in front of the small girl's face to show her the silver dragon that was wrapped around his middle finger. Its eyes gleamed up at her, and she could have sworn that it moved. She poked it curiously, and it moved its head toward her finger and snapped at it with small silver teeth.
"Owe!" she cried out as blood started to bead on her finger. Her bottom lip started to quiver as she tried not to cry. The boy noticed the tears that were started to fill her eyes and rolled his eyes muttering about silly girls. He pulled a pale green handkerchief out of his pocket and started to dab at the blood on her finger.
"Better?" he asked softly. She bit her lip but nodded slightly. He pulled away from her, leaving the handkerchief in the palm of her hand. "I should get going."
"But what about this?" she held out the hand that was holding his handkerchief. Two small red dots of her blood stood out on the pale fabric, drawing her attention to the dragon that was embroidered in silver thread in one corner.
His blue eyes surveyed the piece of fabric and shook his head. "You keep it." He then took off, running in the opposite direction of her house, and she stood there starting at his retreating form.
"Ginny! Where are you?" she could just barely hear the frantic cry of her mother, but she followed it back to the edge of the forest. Her brown eyes looked back over her shoulder every so often, wondering if she would see her new friend again. She felt warm arms around her, and her feet soon left the ground. "You scared me nearly to death, dear! Where have you been?" Her mother spun back toward the house, holding the small girl tightly.
"I met a dragon…" whispered the girl.