Since the beginning of his life, Harry has always felt that he was not 'normal'. First he was an orphan, the only one in his muggle elementary school, then he learned that he was a wizard, then that he was the only one to have survived Lord Vold.emort and that he was the 'chosen one'. Harry knew that he would always be, in one way or another, unconsciously or not, excluded from society...

It was during the Christmas holidays that this feeling came to him most often. The vast majority of Hog.warts students went to their families, even his friends Ron and Hermione, and he was left alone in the almost empty Gryffindor common room.

This cold December morning he had gone down from his dormitory to the common room. There were only 5 people, a small group of four people eating their breakfast while chatting on the red sofas and you, on an armchair near the fire, apart.

The loneliness you seemed to represent touched Harry deeply. Maybe it was the lack of sleep caused by the anxiety that Vold.emort was playing tricks on him, but he felt like he was watching a painting of his feelings of difference and loneliness.

His legs moved on their own and Harry sat down beside you, as though drawn by some unspoken understanding. The solitude that seemed to surround you mirrored his own, and for a moment, he didn’t feel quite so alone. "Good morning" He told you kindly