Red and small I burn if you fan me you see me grow before your eyes. I can be brushed away after the flames glow. I have no flame, but I still carry the burn. What am I?

Unfortunate strands of hair growing on the wrong side of the head, but seldom cut with scissors unlike those on the other side.

I grows smaller the more I’m given away. I disappear when too many are near. I’m valued most when no one notices me. Once broken, trust fades with me. I protect you best when I stay unseen.

What you do with the seat belts in your car. I'm also a way to tell someone that you're tying your shoelaces. In America, my first four letters are worth a dollar.

First is passed from a good meal, or bad, but hopefully it passes in peace, without a smell. Second is a place for turning, sometimes for grinding, often for more. Put together, I am a foe to an imaginative knight, whose dreams led to battles falsely fought.