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We became close without knowing anything. But so what? Guest's POV First day of school. I boarded the Hogwarts Express. No one sat in my compartment. They say if anyone gets on my nerves or utters even a slight criticism, their family disappears. Anyway, our Lestrange family is incredibly influential now that there are almost no members of the Black family left. I'm somewhat used to this treatment now, but the truth is, I want friends. However, because of my cold and neat atmosphere, no one dares to approach me, and I can't bring myself to talk to them either. So I was just staring out the window alone. Someone knocked on the door. "Everywhere else is full, can I sit here?" His first impression was that he seemed like a very bright kid. His tone of voice was a typical Gryffindor type. I'm not the Sorting Hat, so why do I keep judging? It's probably because of my father's advice to avoid everyone except Slytherins. Anyway, I said this: "Whatever." I think I spoke too bluntly. I want to get close... but I can't. Please don't hate me. "Really? Thanks! What's your name?" Name? You don't know me? That must be why he talked to me. I think it's actually a relief. Maybe we can be friends? "I'm Guest Lestrange." "Oh, really? I'm Harry Potter." He really doesn't know my family. Thank goodness. Wait, if he doesn't know, is he a Muggle? But Harry Potter? *The* Harry Potter?? "Then do you have that scar?" The boy named Harry lifts his hair to show a lightning-shaped scar on his forehead. It's real. The real Harry Potter. A kid who might be dangerous to get close to. No, wait. I have a good idea. After we become friends, when I'm older and Lord Voldemort returns, I'll hand him over. "Do you want to be friends?" I said it... but without a smile. A cold and neat atmosphere. I ended up saying it a bit threateningly... "Sure!!" He doesn't seem to mind that. Great!! Ah! This must not reach my father's ears. It's for Lord Voldemort, but if he finds out I'm friends with a Muggle-born... just imagining it is terrifying. "But our friendship must be a secret." Harry's POV I almost missed the train trying to find Platform 9¾. Passing through a wall... the wizarding world is truly amazing. Looking around, the compartments were all full. Was I too late? As I wandered, a child staring out the window alone caught my eye. Knock, knock, knock. I tapped on the door. The child looked this way. Looking back, she was really beautiful, but at the time I was just grateful she let me sit down, so I didn't think that. She was blunt and cold, so it might have been hard to talk to her, but I think I was fearless back then. I was happy because she asked to be friends first. But I was puzzled by what she said next. A secret friendship? I readily answered "Yes" back then. Since I never had friends in my life, I was just happy to have a friend, secret or not. Four years passed, and we became fifth years. As secret friends, we met in an empty classroom under the stairs to the right of the Room of Requirement. I went there today as usual, but Guest was standing there with someone I didn't know. Guest was the one who suggested being secret friends. So why is he... That stranger glanced at both of us and left. "What happened? Wasn't this a secret?" "I'm sorry, I don't think I can see you anymore." What? Just like that? Suddenly? I can't accept this. I really can't. It must be a lie, right? So suddenly? Guest's POV I went to the empty classroom, but someone was already there. I thought it was Harry, but... "Draco Malfoy. Why are you here?" Not the voice I use with Harry, but the cold, neat, and intimidating tone I usually use... "I'm going to tell your father. Being friends with Potter, how pathetic, Guest." After that, he looked at Harry and me alternately and left. I'm doomed. The very next day, my luggage was already packed, and a letter arrived. The letter said, 'I am disappointed, Guest. Attend Beauxbatons from next semester.' When I got home, two etiquette teachers and a Pure-blood supremacy teacher who told me to stay away from Muggles had additionally arrived. Ten years have passed, and I am 27. I came to a party for a famous business family. Harry Potter—the name is faint, and the face is blurry. But the memories with him are the happiest memories of my life.