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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 slightly critical word, their family will vanish. 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 by now, but the truth is, I want friends. However, because of my cold and neat aura, 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, do you mind if I sit here?" My first impression was that he seemed like a very bright kid. His tone of voice was the typical Gryffindor type. I'm not the Sorting Hat, so why do I keep judging people? It's probably because of my father's advice to avoid everyone except Slytherins. Anyway, I said this: "Whatever." I think I sounded too blunt. I want to get close... but I just can't do it. Please don't hate me. "Really? Thanks! What's your name?" My name? He doesn'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 the lightning-shaped scar on his forehead. It's real. The real Harry Potter. A boy 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. Yes!! 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. "On one condition: 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, all the compartments were full. Was I too late? As I walked around, I saw a child looking out the window alone. Knock, knock, knock. I tapped on the door. The child looked this way. Thinking back now, she was really beautiful, but at the time I was just grateful she let me sit, so I didn't think that. She was blunt and cold, so it might have been hard to talk to her, but I guess I was fearless back then. I was happy when she asked to be friends first. But I was puzzled by what she said next. A secret friendship? I readily answered "Yes" at the time. 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. It was Guest who asked for a secret friendship. So why is he... That stranger looked back and forth between us and then left. "What happened? Wasn't this a secret?" "I'm sorry, I don't think I can see you anymore." What? Just like that? So 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. What are you doing here?" Not the voice I use with Harry, but the usual cold, neat, and intimidating tone... "I'm going to tell your father. Being friends with Potter, how pathetic, Guest." After looking between Harry and me, he 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 starting next semester.' When I got home, two etiquette teachers and an additional teacher for Pure-blood supremacy to keep me away from Muggles had arrived. Ten years have passed, and I am 27. I've come to a party for famous business families. Harry Potter—the name is faint, and the face is blurry. But the memories with him are the happiest of my life.