"It is something that grows over time... a true friendship. A feeling in the heart that becomes even stronger over time. The passion of friendship will soon blossom into a righteous power and through it, you will know which way to go…" - Sheik, Ocarina of Time
It was 9 o'clock on the first day of Grade One. Harry nervously followed Dudley into the classroom. As much as he hated his cousin, he always followed his lead, only hanging back a little. The teacher grinned, and welcomed them. She showed Dudley to his seat, near the front. Harry went to follow, but she stopped him.
"No, honey, you go in the middle. With all the other kids that names that start with H." She pointed him to an empty seat next to a girl with a pink sundress on, with a long braid down her back.
Harry sat down, and glanced at the girl out of the corner of his eye, hoping she wouldn't talk to him.
His hopes were dashed.
"Hi!" she said, happily. "I'm Hanna Paxton."
"Hi," he said shyly. As if on cue, his cheeks turned red. He hoped that was the end of the conversation. He didn't want Dudley to see him talking to a girl.
Hanna peered at him curiously. "What's your name?"
"Harry Potter."
She grinned widely, her front tooth missing. "Both are names start with the same letter. I think that means were supposed to be friends."
"Is it?"
"Yup!" She was perky. Too perky for Harry. He liked the quiet.
There was silence between the two for all of five seconds. "What's your favourite colour?"
He thought for a moment. "Green."
"Mine's purple. Green is my third favourite. Blue is second. Do you have a second favourite colour, Harry?" she asked.
"Red."
"No," she said shortly, frowning.
"Why not?" he asked, confused.
"Red is a bad colour. It means mad. There's too many mad things in the world," Hanna said. "Don't you think?"
"I guess."
She stuck her blonde braid in her mouth, sucking on it, and looked lost in thought. "But poppies are red. They're my favourite flower. So it can't be all bad."
Harry didn't know what to say to this.
"You sure are quiet, Harry Potter." Hanna looked at him.
His cheeks went red again, and muttered an apology.
She patted his hand. "It's okay."
Once again, there was silence. A minute later Hanna spoke again, asking the question Harry heard for the first and last time.
"Do you want to be my friend, Harry Potter?"
Harry stared at her uncertainly, wondering if this was a joke. But he shrugged, and said, "Sure."
Authoress' Note: Now, I'm not sure how long this story will be. Next chapter will be soon. This will not be a romance story.
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