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"Have you ever felt like everyone was after you? Friends, family…even teachers?

That's what I felt like after Potion's class, January sixth, 1997.

Remember that class, Professor Snape?"

Harry's stomach lurched. Every time Luna said the name of someone else, the closer they got to tape fourteen. If he was tape fourteen…he just wouldn't know what to do with himself.

"I remember it clear as day. It was the day after Draco started spreading those rumours…but more on that later.

I was in my sixth year. Sixteen is awfully young for someone, especially an adult, to joke about her mental sanity, Professor.

"And, here is my first place: The dungeons, where potions is taught."

II

Harry paused the DVD and made his way towards the dungeons. Upon getting there, he sat outside the classroom and pressed play.

I

Anway, I walked in, feeling extremely…bad. I didn't know of the rumors yet-it was only first period, mind you-but I had a bad feeling. I could feel everyone's eyes on me as I walked in, and when I turned to look back, everyone hastily turned to open their potions books. Because they were so interested in being better potioneers."

Although Harry couldn't see her, he could sense the sarcasm in her tone, the bitterness on her face as she talked. Harry had heard some sort of rumor about Luna and Draco Malfoy. Apparently, Luna had slept with Draco for money. The entire school had been in an uproar, but by then, Harry had gotten to know Luna, and knew she would never do something like that.

"Determined not to let it bother me, I got out my potions book and turned to the front of the classroom just as Professor Snape walked in.

"Class, open your book to page three hundred and twenty nine." Professor Snape said, "Now, who can tell me what a bezoar is? This is first year curriculum, mind you. You should all know this."

I raised my hand.

"Miss Lovegood."You called on me with gritted teeth.

"A bezoar is a stonelike mass taken from the stomach of a goat that acts as an antidote to most poisons, but does not work on everything. The object is usually made of hair, plant fiber, or similar indigestible matter that stays in the gut of an animal and forms a hard ball or 'stone.'" I said. Good lord. Text book definition word for word? I was turning into Hermione Granger.

"Are you sure, Miss Lovegood?" You said slyly,

"Positive." I said, confused. Once again, my answer was word for word out of a textbook.

"I just want to make sure you're thinking straight from what I've heard of your…nightly activities." You said smoothly, like a snake.

The entire class burst into laughter.

Slytherin is a good match for you, isn't it, Professor? Or, more precisely, snakes are a good match for you, aren't they? Both of you are sly, sneaky, and have no idea what you've done to your prey-in your case, an eagle-until it's too late.

I know you were joking, professor. But you did worse.

You made me paranoid that everyone was out to get me. You made me question taking my life in the first place. It was just a thought that flashed by my mind, and I dismissed it, saying I was being dramatic.

And, worst of all, you gave everyone the okay sign that the rumors were true, and that they could poke fun at me whenever they wanted. Because, guess what, Professor? That's the way the psychology of my year works. If a teacher does it, it's okay. That's why Professor Dumbledore is so strict about you never smoking or drinking in the public eye. You, as a teacher, are an example.

You had done a fine job at that until that day, Professor Snape.

Pray tell, Professor, what was your intention? I know you were bullied when you were my age. That's what I don't get. Why would you make my life even harder when you had suffered through the same situation as I had?

I realize now that you think that the only students who get bullied are Slytherins.

Bullshit.

See what your grooming of them has done? It's a brand new ballgame, now, and it's your fault. The Slytherins are the bullies, and I, a Ravenclaw, was a target. And I cried for help. Several times, in fact. But you ignored it. And now, one of your students is dead.

II

Harry punched the pause button so he could take a moment to feel the anger boiling in his stomach, not only at Snape, but at Hermione, as well.

They had unknowingly taken the life of a girl who was beautiful and smart and perfect. Harry made a mental note to never let Snape complain about being bullied again for as long as they both should live.

And Hermione! How could she talk about Luna that way, after she knew how it felt during her first year?

But, of everyone he was mad at, the person Harry was most furious with was himself. He was mad at himself for not recognizing the signs, for not asking if she was okay, and for not being a better friend.

I

"Mind you, that wasn't the last time you ever did me wrong. Oh, no. It was just the beginning.

Tell me, Professor, why did you care? Were you hoping to get some, yourself?"

Luna chuckled dryly.

"My little joke. I'm going to die in a few moments, remember? I have a right to be happy."

"But every day I came into class, you would always harass me. Like, when you were talking about Needlewood Potion, a potion that makes the drinker insane, and kept giving me pointed looks.

"Teachers were supposed to be trustworthy, Professor. They were supposed to be the people students look up, of whom I could've told my feelings during my last months. But you made me afraid to seek out help. I thought I would be insulted and made fun of. Perhaps, if you hadn't, you wouldn't be responsible for MUFASA'S DEATH!

"Just kidding. I hope you all got that Lion King Reference. Best. Movie. Ever."

Over the summer, Harry and Luna had made a habit of getting together every weekend and watching a Disney classic, Luna, having been raised in a wizarding household, and therefore having not seen Disney movies and having an extremely deprived childhood.

The one that had stuck with Luna the most had been The Lion King. "It's a lot like the Battle of Hogwarts!" Luna said, "With Dumbledore as Mufasa, You as Simba, and Voldemort as Scar!"

"Even worse than the times you did open your big mouth were when you didn't. All those times that the Slytherins would do imitations of myy voice, say that my hair was tangled from my nightly rendezvous, and open their eyes as wide as they could in a bad imitation of me.

"They used to call me Loony Lovegood. Didn't people used to call you a name, too? What was it?

"Snivellus Snape."

"I used to hate that name. But now, I see how fitting it is. You can't complain about how mean the Marauders were to you, or about the teachers doing nothing, because you're just like them. Worse, even, because you knew what I was feeling, and did nothing.

"So, why did you never defend me, Professor? Did you just not like me? Did you have something against Ravenclaws? Did you not want to take points from Slytherin?

"Before I end this tape, I need you to do something for me. Don't make the same mistake twice, alright? If you see someone go through what I went through, remember these tapes and do for them what you wouldn't do for me."

The tape ended. Harry took a deep breath and took out the next one. This one had a picture of a ferret on it. Getting a good idea of who the next tape was about, Harry put the next tape in and hit play.

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