Disclaimer- Not my work ok? All down to J.K Rowling and her brilliant ideas.

A.N Thought I could use a break from 'Why Me?' so here I am with another story. I hope you like it! R&R please!

Say Goodbye to Harry Potter

Chapter One- Marks for subtlety

Severus Snape sat at his desk staring into space. He was in his usual robes, the usual sneer cemented across his features.

'Oh goody, sixth years, Gryffindor and Slytherin…' He sighed inwardly rising from his seat 'Thank God at least there's no Longbottom this year' . The students had began filing in just as he had finished the instructions on the board.

"Well," He took a moment to see who had actually made it into his class. "It seems, that some of you actually managed to make it into my N.E.W.T classes, though I bet it was by the skin of your teeth," His gaze rested on Harry exaggerating his point "Well your instructions are on the board, you will be brewing a blood restoring potion. I warn you now, this class is about to get more difficult than any other class you will encounter." With that he sat back down at his desk and watched every student like a hawk, making sure they all deserved to be there.

After Snape had sat down the sixth years started their work. Harry was absolutely furious, firstly his summer had been worse than ever, then he was informed that he'd passed his Potions O.W.L's (how he had was a question that even he couldn't answer) and he had to take the subject into N.E.W.T level. Why? Because if he wanted to be an Auror he needed potions. Well that had been Dumbledore's excuse,

'I want you to learn whatever you can to rid us of Voldemort, more like. I mean how in the hell is Potions gonna help? What am I supposed to do? Trick Voldemort into drinking poison? Oh yeah imagine that! Here Voldie! It's a vial of my blood enjoy! Sure right that'll work.' Harry had been like this for a while, guilt had taken it's toll on him, now he was in a state of self-loathing and loathing everyone else while he was at it.

Severus had watched the class and to his utter surprise, no explosions! One thing had bothered him though. Harry Potter, the Granger girl had been trying to get his attention for about fifteen minutes and he completely ignored her his eyes vacant of all life. Also, there was absolutely no fault with his potion something had changed in the boy and his friends could not see that. 'Hmm maybe I should pay more attention to him this year…after all we cant afford to lose the Famous Harry Potter. No need to tell Albus though, not yet, this can be my little mystery to solve.' He smirked and stood once more. He always loved a good challenge. He hadn't ever truly hated Potter, but he was no where near his biggest fan, the stupid situations he got into drove the potions master insane.

"You should be through with your Potions by now, well what are you waiting for? Bottle as much as you can up, label them and leave them in front of my desk." The students did what he said quickly and began to clean their separate work stations. "Homework, an essay on who invented the Potion and why. You are all dismissed." He then turned his back on the students, who gladly ran as quick as possible out of the room, before he decided to take points from Gryffindor's. The students were all gossiping on their way to their next lessons, the Slytherin's were disappointed with the Potions Master's lack of animosity towards the Gryffindor's. The Gryffindor's however, were busy solving the case of the body-snatcher and where the real Snape may be. Except for two.

"Harry! What is the matter? Why aren't you talking to me? Have I done or said something wrong?" Hermione was jogging to keep up with Harry's large strides. He said nothing, just kept walking to Transfiguration. "Harry answer me! You selfish bastard!" She clapped her hands around her mouth. Had she really just said that? Harry had stopped and turned to her with a murderous glare.

"Care to repeat that?" He whispered darkly, shaking with rage.

"Harry I'm sorry I didn't mean to-"

"Listen Granger, I am not now, nor have I ever been selfish! You're the selfish ones! Putting all your hopes on a teenager that doesn't want it! You are the ones who cant see that I want to be left alone…say goodbye to Harry, he's dead now…from now on just call me the-boy-who-lived, because that is all I am to you people!" He hadn't shouted, his voice remained low, but the way he spat the words out got his hatred across to Hermione perfectly. She couldn't speak, she just turned and ran crying her eyes out. Harry stared after her smirking triumphantly.

The rest of the week had gone by in a similar way for Harry, anyone who even dared to talk to him had been pushed away. All they felt for him now was hatred, pity, or for two particular Slytherins…curiosity.

Severus had watched the boy very closely, he was doing this for his friends own good, even he could see that why couldn't they? 'For once Mr. Potter, you have impressed me.' He smiled inwardly the boy had done the bigger thing, they would see that with time.

Harry sat away from everyone at Dinner, he just sat there poking his food.

'It's for the best and you know it,' he kept repeating those words in his mind. He glanced over at his old friends, the ones he held closest to his heart. 'I cant risk them like I did Sirius. I cant lose them like I lost Sirius, so I have to lose them as friends.' He sighed and gave up on his food. He stood and walked out of the Great Hall, painfully aware of the glares that followed him.

A certain pair of stormy grey eyes followed Harry's retreating figure. The owner of them waited for a couple of moments and left the Great Hall after the boy-who-lived. He had heard what he had said to the Mudblood the other day and had noted Potter's attitude change, it intrigued him. Maybe he had been wrong about the Golden Boy after all. Draco saw Harry walking towards the lake. After catching him up he followed silently for a while. Harry broke the silence.

"Come to exact your revenge? Or have you forgotten your little promise from last year?" He sneered not turning around.

"Oh that," Draco waved his hand in dismissal. "No, I was just pissed off that day Potter, you may not believe it, even though I notice your trying to make it so, not everyone wants you dead." Harry turned to face the blond teen. A frown was set on his face,

"Okay Malfoy I give in…what do you want?" He questioned.

"Nothing, just felt like going for a stroll." Draco smirked, "I saw you and thought 'well I wonder what Potter is up to today' so I came over to ask." He smiled sweetly.

"Okay. Today Malfoy I'm trying my best not to kill you. Good enough for you?" Harry sneered. Draco chose to ignore the comment and carried on talking.

"So Potter care to explain what's going on with you and your friends?" Draco had no idea how to go about questioning Harry, he was genuinely curious though…he wanted to know why Potter had changed so much. Harry just smirked and began walking back towards the castle. Draco stood and stared before shouting "Was it something I said?"

"You get marks for subtlety Malfoy!" He threw over his shoulder before disappearing into the castle.

Draco smacked himself on the head, 'I'm such a moron.'