As usual, I don't own Harry Potter. I sometimes wish I did, that way I would have written a set of stories that showcased a boy who went through alternative phases in his life, like in the movie Sliding Doors.

But I don't, so Fanfiction will have to do.

Enjoy!

We're not Friends.

Harry blew out a breath as the Hogwarts Express drew into the platform at King's Cross and he picked up his things and he moved to one of the carriage doors, ignoring the looks and excited chatter thanks to a great deal of practice over the last few days. He'd been going through this for the last few weeks ever since he had killed Voldemort following his getaway from the Order after they'd taken him and the Weasleys to St. Mungo's.

He grimaced at the thought of what Voldemort had done. He had known Voldemort was sick, but to desecrate his soul…

It was just lucky for him the healers at the magical hospital had helped him. Harry had met the Healers when he'd escorted the Weasleys and Granger, for some bizarre reason to the hospital and he had slipped away when he'd had enough of people around him talking about him behind his back, and they had identified the Horcrux in his scar and had referred to him to the goblins in Gringotts who removed it and they had agreed to his plan for draining it and the others Voldemort had made. Voldemort was now dead before the next magical war could have taken place, and his followers had paid for their alliance with him. The Death Eaters had lost their magic and they were now either dead or reduced to being squibs.

The magical world was in an uproar. Voldemort's survival ever since his…disappearance since the attack on Lily and James Potter on Halloween, in 1981 and his return had shaken the magical world. The Ministry had been broken into. The Death Eaters, many of them formerly important and prominent purebloods who were now reduced to being squibs had revealed their true ties to Voldemort now their new status as squibs meant the protection they'd once enjoyed, protection brought with bribes and blackmail was gone, so Bones was able to question them and now Fudge's entire administration was on the verge of being toppled over. Harry's heart bled for them. Not.

He found he no longer gave a damn about the wizarding world and the people in it.

He didn't care what became of the junior Death Eaters, kids like him who'd grown up listening to the cancer of Voldemort's teachings although he hoped now the threat had been averted the Wizarding world opened their eyes and became proactive, rather than reactive at the last minute.

They deserved it. They deserved the loss of their powers, they didn't deserve them if they used their magic in such a brutal manner. The Death Eaters had murdered, raped, pillaged, and ruined so many lives in the past and they had no problems in doing it all over again so why should he care. And no, he didn't care about Fudge. The petty little man was finally paying the price for his actions and his decisions, and he had nobody but himself to blame. Unfortunately, Fudge lacked common sense. He might not be magically powerful but he was still Minister, and while he was tied up with so many hearings and investigations hosted by the ICW who had come down hard on the British Ministry like a demolition ball, Harry knew Fudge could still be dangerous and he wanted to get out of the country before Fudge made some stupid mistake.

The ICW had monitored the entire situation and the return of Voldemort, but what had really alerted them to step in had been what the Death Eaters had said, how they had bribed Fudge and told him lies. The ICW hadn't liked it apparently and while Harry didn't know entirely what had been said, he knew it must have been big if the ICW was involved in this manner.

Harry ignored the mutterings all around him although he kept a hand close to the handle of his wand. Malfoy and his gang had threatened him out of revenge for what he'd done to their families (pathetic, really; they knew nothing of loss) but he was in no mood for anyone talking to him now. He had just stepped through the barrier and walked into the muggle side of the station when-

"HARRY!"

Harry stopped and sighed when he saw Hermione and Ron and Ginny running after him. "What do you want?" He sighed.

His relationship with the Weasleys and Hermione Granger had suffered over the last two years; ever since he had learnt Ron had withheld the important information about the dragons which were going to be used in the First Task of the damn Tournament, out of that stupid jealous temper tantrum and out of spite, so he was pleased he had taken the initiative and had actually gone looking for clues for what the Task involved.

Without that bit of initiative, he might not be here now.

Ron had tried to write the whole thing off. Hagrid had been more interested in the dragons than in the wellbeing of one of his 'friends' and considering how Hagrid had forgotten to take him to get his inoculations which made him wonder if Dumbledore had just told him to take the Boy Who Lived to Diagon Alley, and nowhere else.

But Harry had not forgiven either of them. Hermione had acted like she was caught in the middle but he could see she had believed he was an attention-seeking bastard during fourth year, and she had been incredibly nosy for the last two years despite him trying to make it clear to her he didn't need or want her help. But Hermione had never listened. She had helped him which was a translation for forcing him to read useless books which were useless for the tasks. It had never once seemed to enter her mind the help she was providing was not what he wanted. He wanted to investigate the nature of the tasks rather than read hundreds of books that contained little of interest unless he discovered what it was he was facing, only then would he have had the means of getting through them.

But this year things had gotten worse. Dumbledore had turned Ron and Hermione into Prefects, but their job was to spy on him but all they'd done was ride roughshod over him and forcing him to do what they wanted. Things had finally come to a head when Arthur Weasley was attacked by Voldemort's snake. The Weasleys barring Fred and George had turned their backs on him, and his relationship with Sirius had suffered as well. That had been a lonely Christmas, but he had just thought 'Sod it' and be done with it, and while he was glad the Horcrux was out of his head, he was glad to return to the castle.

What made it worse was Ron saying he was a danger to them all. And, as if they'd been waiting for the opportunity themselves, Hermione and Ginny had followed suit, and following that Harry had dropped out of everything. He had known for a long time his friendships were fake, so he used their departure to break off all ties in the castle. He had shut down the DA from his side, withdrawn from the Quidditch team at the school and he had just gone around the castle under a notice-me-not charm

Their relationship had finally shattered into little bits when Voldemort, finally discovering the connection between them was gone, sent Harry a vivid illusion that Sirius was in the Department of Mysteries, being tortured. But it made no sense.

Why would Sirius be in the Ministry? How could Voldemort and his minions be there? Harry had tried to leave the castle but he was intercepted by Hermione and the Weasleys when he had been too shaken by what he had just found to recast the notice-me-not charm.

Now Harry would have used one of the ways he'd discovered to leave the castle without being seen or noticed, but that was not what Hermione, Ron, and Ginny wanted. Neville and Luna had come as well, out of concern for their friend although he didn't know why Granger and the Weasels had decided to invite themselves since he was apparently so dangerous.

But Harry could have done without their idiotic ideas. There was no way he would have gone through with them. He would have found the Knight Bus and gone to the Ministry quickly, or Grimmauld Place to discover the truth. Unfortunately, the Weasleys and Granger proved their stupidity and their ability to waste valuable time. They'd shown off that talent before in the past, but this time was memorable; breaking into Umbridge's office, wasting all of that time in the forest, going off on Thestrals of all things, and fighting the Death Eaters in the Ministry, had really not been what he'd have done, and he knew Luna and Neville had agreed with him if their exasperated and annoyed looks towards the others were anything to go by.

Anyway, after all of that, the treacherous trio had boasted and bragged it was all their doing when the dust had cleared and Voldemort died. Harry had ignored the three, especially since Dumbledore who had become tired of the boastful braggarts announced the truth, that Harry Potter was the one to defeat Voldemort, although Harry had known from the off the elderly wizard wanted to know what he had done.

Hermione blinked in surprise at him, at his rudeness. "Harry, we just wanted to know how you are. Sirius sent us a letter, saying he was inviting us to his place for the summer-"

"I won't be there," Harry interrupted with an impatient wave of his hand. "I have plans."

Oops, he shouldn't have said that. Instantly Hermione's eyes narrowed with that familiar nosy intrigue that had made her unpopular with so many people in the castle.

"Plans, what plans?" Hermione demanded.

Harry sighed. "That's really none of your business, Hermione. And besides after what you said to me in the hospital wing, something about how much of a danger I was to you."

"You are a danger to us! You almost got me and Ginny killed in the Ministry-!" Ron interrupted since he was not the centre of attention, but Harry instantly interrupted the redhead.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but didn't you force yourselves on me when I expressly told you I didn't want you around?" Harry snapped, seeing out of the corner of his eye several of the muggles nearby taking note of the argument. He had to nip this in the bud, fast before anything happened or Ron or Ginny lost their stupid tempers with him.

"I didn't want either of you to come," Harry leaned forward to hiss at the idiot trio. "You endangered yourselves, but don't forget…this is the muggle side of King's Cross." He inwardly smirked when he saw their suddenly pale faces as they realised the mistake they had made. "Now, I want the three of you to get this into your heads; we are not friends, and judging from the way you've acted and the way you've been treating me and everyone else, you have never been friends. Now, stay away from me. I never want to see any of you again."

Turning around Harry walked away, he ignored the Dursleys who were taken by surprise and he walked out of the station to begin his new life.