Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. The story belongs to the author, J.K. Rowling. Since this is my first fan fiction, I do not know if I am copying an another author's idea, so I give the author the credit. This is also my first time at attempting a fanfiction so please be aware of that. I accept constructive criticism.

Summary:
What if Harry and Hermione where never friends? What if they stood as big rivals?What if they hated each other badly? It's Harry Potter's 6th year in Hogwart's and the "boy who lives" life is turned upside down as he gets into fights with his teachers, friends and also loses his patience with the world. He changes from a kind student, into one that's full of unimaginable fury and so begins another year of school for the famous wizard.

"Pathetic" muttered Harry. The whole world is pathetic, and against me the famous wizard thought.
Harry Potter, "boy who lived," boarded the Hogwart's express for another "great" year at Hogwart's.
Normally, Harry had to admit to himself, he would've been happy for another year. A chance to get away from the Dursley's, see his friends, but that wasn't the case now.

"Everyone in Hogwart's is against me. Even the one person that I would expect to be there for me. Dumbledore..." The name came out of Harry's mouth like it was full of venom.

Harry decided it was time to find a compartment, one that was alone. Harry searched many compartments, one that wasn't full of people. He searched until he found one, the only one that was empty, well almost.

"Granger"

"Potter"

The two most bitter rivals of Gryffindor, met face to face, eventually knowing an argument was sure to follow.

"Why aren't you with your so called friends, Malfoy, Zabini and those idiots, Crabbe and Goyle?"

"Why should I tell you anyway?" He replied furiously.

It was bad enough that the entire Gryffindor hated him for being friends with Slytherin, and now those friends were against him too, but now Granger wanted to get into his business too. It seemed as if everyone had a thing against him, everyone thought he was a liar, a magnet to Voldemort. Everyone wanted to stay away from him.

Harry decided to sit down in the compartment and never speak to Granger again to avoid an argument and he also knew if he went to another compartment it would be worse for him.

He glanced at the scenery that unfolded to him through the windows of the compartment. The grass stretched for miles, the flowers waved rhythmically and danced but Harry didn't feel the same.
The train came to an abrupt stop, Harry noticed the train had arrived to it's destination, Hogwart's.
Luckily Harry already had his school clothes on, so he opened the door of the compartment and slammed the door behind him, without turning to look at his rival. It was another year at Hogwarts. Harry slowly walked to the carriages, looking along at everyone running and skipping with their friends. Harry Potter sighed, it was going to be a long year.

Harry Potter, sat alone in his carriage, waiting to be in Hogwart's. The carriage rumbled slowly through Hogsmeade to the school for witches and wizards. Harry got off the carriages at Hogwarts, carrying his foot along with him.

As Harry stepped into Hogwart's, he walked into the great hall, which was like usual at the beginning of term, full of excitement, shouts and laughter. Harry took a seat at a far away end of the Gryffindor table, away from all the other students.

Harry barely listened to the sorting hat and the sorting ceremony. He caught some phrases, and then it was on to Dumbledore's speech. All throughout the speech, Harry thought Dumbledore was keeping a close eye on him.

"Don't get into trouble"

When Dumbledore said this, Harry had a distant feeling it was directed toward him. Harry slightly wondered why everyone really hated him. He knew that one of the main reason was because, he after all attracted Voldemort, but why would the Slytherin's hate him?

Harry's thought's were interrupted by the sudden appearance of food, but Harry wasn't hungry or in the mood for food. He felt full, although he knew he was really starving. He decided against his mind and took a few bites so he wouldn't starve to death.

Time passed by and in time, it was time for each student to go to their respective dormitories and so Harry followed all the other students to his common room. Harry pushed his way through the crowds, bumping into many people and causing a series of angry shouts.

"What are you doing Potter? Why are you pushing everyone? Angry your friends left you?"

Harry turned around at the voice. Harry knew where that voice came from.

"Is it any of your concern in what I'm doing, Granger?"

Harry glared at Hermione in such a way that she had to admit was frightening, Hermione immediately backed down and was silenced as so was the rest of the common room.

Harry felt a little glad, that indeed he had the power to do that to most people. Everyone would know not to get in his way, and wouldn't try to get into his business, like Granger. He continued to glare menacingly before he decided to go up to the boy's dormitory. After all, he knew the following days would be long, he would have to go to classes, and face his transfiguration teacher Mcgonagall, and especially his dreaded potion teacher who, after all lived to make Harry's life miserable, and stupid.

Harry lied on his bed, wondering if he would have another nightmare with Voldemort in it. Harry slowly started to lose himself to his dreams.

Harry indeed had a dream that night, but not one with Voldemort. In it was the Divination teacher, Sybill Trelawney. She looked as if she was in a trance, it was then that Harry heard her mouth moving and words came out of her mouth.

" The boy will face danger, danger this way...He will need to find someone that will help him. He cannot be hurt. He is the only one to vanquish the dark lord. Time is already wasting"

Harry immediately awoke with pain ripping through his forehead and his scar. He knew that the HE in his dreams was him.

What danger was coming? Harry thought and What partner?