Aaaaaaaand here it is! The September chapter!

Warning: This chapter involves rape, although not described to great extent, and if you feel uncomfortable about the subject, feel free to skip this chapter, and I'll write a brief recap at the beginning of my next chapter.

Sincerest apologies for the hold up. I had to work on another fanfic that I'm writing.

I don't own Harry Potter. All rights go to J.K. Rowling.

Enjoy!

"And that brings us to our next location: the abandoned D.A.D.A. classroom that Lockhart used to teach in. After he left, we got a new one.

"You all probably wondered, why? Lockhart was just a cruddy teacher. He didn't do anything really bad.

"Well, I'm about to tell you."

II

Harry pressed pause and stood up from his place at the Ravenclaw table. Jogging a little, he tried to reach the abandoned classroom.

"Harry?" Harry turned around to find Ron calling his name.

"Oh, hey, Ron." Harry said, taking off the headphones.

"How are you coping?" Ron asked in an awkward whisper.

"I'm still holding on to her memory." Harry said truthfully. No use for that I'm-coping-well bullshit with Ron.

"Well, I'm really sorry." Ron said. "I wasn't as close to her as you were, but I liked her."

"Thanks, Ron." Harry said. "I'll see you later." With that, he turned toward his destination and kept walking.

What if Ron's on these tapes? Harry thought, distressed, Even though they turned out to be friends, he was kind of rude to her in the beginning. Oh, I wish these tapes didn't exist!

Finally, he reached the old D.A.D.A. classroom. Sitting in his old seat, he reinserted his headphones and pressed play.

"Gilderoy Lockhart, it's your turn.

"I was in first year when I had Gilderoy Lockhart. With the exception of me, every girl in my year had a crush on him. I didn't like him. I knew about his lethal experimenting with Gernumblies, which, mind you, are incredibly rare creatures and shouldn't be experimented on. At all. Ever.

"When January rolled around, I had learned to tolerate him. I still despised him for his experimenting, but I kept quiet and glared at him from afar.

"The first Wednesday of January that year, I lagged behind and gathered my things. I was really spacey and disorganized that day, and packing up took longer than I thought.

"I was just about to leave when Lockhart called me to his desk.

"I've noticed a certain...dislike that you have for me." Lockhart said as he slunk up to me so that he was right in front of me.

"Why?" I asked innocently, hiding my dislike of him, "I'm sorry if I made you feel that way, Professor."

"Don't be." Lockhart said, rubbing my back with his fingers. I shied away, but he pursued. "I'm here to teach you, Luna...and be your friend along the way." He said, smiling deviously as his hand slid down my back, onto the back of my thighs, and back up under my skirt.

"Professor Lockhart?" I squeaked.

"Just hold on." He said as he lifted up my skirt.

II

Harry paused the tape and stared at the spot by Lockhart's desk where Luna had been raped. He could hardly breath.

Luna Lovegood...a smart, beautiful, perfect young lady had been...what? Had Lockhart taken it further? Or had Luna stopped him?

I

"And, with that, he raped me. The entire time I kept gasping "Don't." and "Please." I think I came around and did a sort of mixture of that. "Don't please don't please don't please." Or perhaps it was "Please don't please don't please don't"? Either way, Lockhart grew tired of hearing me plead, and shoved my blouse, which he had removed, into my mouth.

"When it was over, he left me on the floor with my eyes closed and redressed. As he left, I could sense him lingering at the door, staring at me, laying naked on the floor, hair tangled, blood staining my legs. But I refused to move until I knew he was gone.

"When he'd finally left, I slowly opened my eyes and got dressed. My blouse and panties were torn, my skirt was soaked with sweat, and my socks, which Lockhart hadn't bothered to take off, were stained with blood."

Luna started crying.

"I crept out of the classroom, fully aware that it was dinner time. But I didn't want food. I wanted to shower, crawl into bed, and never wake up.

"I limped to the Ravenclaw bathroom, showered, and went to bed. Although, something did happen while I was in the hall, but I'll get to that later.

"Classes after that were torture. I kept to myself and didn't trust anyone. Even after Lockhart left, I didn't trust any teachers. Not Professor Lupin, the best D.A.D.A. teacher I've ever had, who wouldn't hurt a fly. Not Professor McGonagall, who would've helped me. Not even Professor Dumbledore, with whom I'd thought I could tell anything.

"So, thank you, Lockhart. Thank you for destroying my trust of all teachers. Thank you for holding me back from going to a teacher when I first thought of killing myself.

"P-please go to the next tape."

The tape stopped. Harry took it out, glared at it, and glanced at the wall, wondering if he should throw it against the wall. But he couldn't. The next person needed to hear it.

He wanted to shout. Or cry, or jump out a window. Or, better yet, storm into St. Mungo's and murder Gilderoy Lockhart.

Suddenly, he caught sight of a tall redhead looking at him.

"Ron!" Harry said. He stood up abruptly and shoved the tapes and the tape recorder back in the box. "What are you doing here?"

"Don't talk, mate." Ron said, grabbing Harry's arm and leading him to back to the Gryffindor Tower. Harry kept asking questions, but Ron wouldn't answer. Finally, they reached Ron's room. As Head Boy, he got his own room.

"Sit." Ron said, taking the box from Harry and taking the last tape out. With the experience of someone who could only have been raised by Arthur Weasley, Ron took out the tape recorder and plopped the next tape in. This one was painted with a camera. Before Ron could press play, Harry stopped him.

"Ron. What. Is. GOING ON?" Harry roared.

"I'm the keeper of the tapes." Ron said bluntly.

"What?" Harry asked.

"I said I'm the keeper of the tapes!" Ron answered impatiently.

"Start from the beginning." Harry said.

"On the day of her death, Luna came to me and gave me the tapes and asked me if I had a tape recorder. I gave one to her, along with headphones. She told me to listen to them. Then, she left.

"I started listening. As soon as I realized what she was about to do, I rushed to the hall and told Padma Patil to go to Luna's room. But it was too late.

"So, I listened to the tapes. And...they were awful, mate." Ron said. "I mean, I never realized how ignorant we were that Luna was going to do this."

"I know." Harry said, holding back tears. "I wish I could go back in time and let her now that we all cared."

"Well, we can't." Ron said glumly. "All we can do is...press play."

And with that, he pressed play.

So, how is it?

I know, I know, it's not Lockhart-like, but he's the only Hogwarts teacher that I hate enough to have do that. (Well, there's Barty Crouch Jr., but he's dead, so I couldn't have her talk to a dead guy.)

Ten points to your house if you get the Lovely Bones reference I threw in.

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