A/N: Plot Bunnies Suck. I shouldn't be starting another story (she says repeatedly), but for some reason this one has been bugging me for two days straight. I even wrote a little bit of it at work!

Priya C. Tollop did not consider herself anything spectacular, which she was completely fine with. She didn't like the spotlight, and preferred to stay away from any gossip. So, in her first year, when she had been sorted into Ravenclaw, she was pleased; anything to get away from Gryffindor, the new home of the one and only Harry Potter. She just knew he was bound to garner the House a lot of wanted (and unwanted) attention.

Sure enough, over the course of their first year, Potter had somehow managed to avoid being expelled even though he had:

1. Broken the rules during a flying lesson

2. Snuck out after curfew with two of his friends and lost his house a considerable amount of points

3. Broke more rules by going to the restricted third-floor corridor (though she supposed she could forgive him that considering he supposedly stopped Professor Quirrell from stealing Nicolas Flamel's philosopher stone)

But what did he get for this complete lack of regard for authority and rules? A spot on the Quidditch Team! The House Cup! Honestly, Priya thought, even though most of that House was filled with awfully mean people, that Slytherin had really gotten the short stick on that one.

By second year, she began to understand that, obviously, Harry Potter could do no wrong (sarcasm definitely intended). He and the Weasley boy crashed a car into the Whomping Willow, earning nothing more than a few detentions. Add that to all of the Gilderoy Lockhart shenanigans and Priya realized just how much she could not stand certain celebrities. Once again, Potter won Gryffindor the house cup, despite, again, breaking an obscene number of rules.

Third year wasn't much different. The school was in danger (again), something was after Potter (again), Potter saved the day (again), though Sirius Black managed to escape. Honestly the only good thing to come out of that horrid year was Remus Lupin, who had, unfortunately resigned because of his 'illness' (Priya was ashamed to admit that her grandmother was one of the "angry guardians" who wrote a letter to the board).

Fourth year was interesting, what with the Triwizard Tournament. Priya thought that there could not possibly be a way for Potter to mess up that year . . . and then of course he was chosen to be the (second) Hogwarts Champion. Her friend, Stella, still joked about Priya's infamous rant in their dorm ('One year. I just wanted one year that wasn't just about bloody Harry Potter!'). The tasks were dangerous and her anger grew with each of Potter's victories, though she wasn't petty enough to wear one of those "Potter Sucks" badges that Draco Malfoy had crafted. How was it that, no matter what he came up against, Potter managed to come out on top? It was bloody horrific actually.

Of course, her loathing for Potter was dampened by the death of Cedric Diggory. She had never had a conversation with the older Hufflepuff, but she knew he was kind, that a lot of girls (including Stella) had had a crush on him and that even more people considered him a friend.

Priya remembered that summer before fifth year more clearly than anything else. Her grandmother's pursed lips as she read through the article where Potter declared You-Know-Who had come back from the grave.

"Utter nonsense," the older woman had said, folding the newspaper primly. "Complete and utter nonsense. You stay clear of that Potter boy, do you hear me, Priya?" she added.

The girl frowned. "It's not like we're friends. I would have thought you'd have given him your support, being a fellow Gryffindor."

Her grandmother sniffed. "That boy is ruining Gryffindor's good name, spreading these rumors and lies."

"But you didn't see," Priya argued, surprising herself for defending Potter, of all people.

"Not that you wanted me to come to your school –"

"He looked so frightened. And poor Cedric Diggory. . . . And you know very well why I asked you not to come," Priya added as an afterthought. "You demand attention anywhere you go."

The old woman smiled, the tension in the room dissipating a bit. "As well as I should. As well as you should. Just do your grandmother a favor," she asked, placing a hand on Priya's cheek. "Give that Potter boy a wide berth. He's nothing but trouble."

"You don't have to worry about that, Nana. There's no way I'd ever become involved with someone like him"

This would be the year, she declared, a year that did not revolve around Harry Potter.