Hi! Sorry it took me so long to post this. I had to do this book report, and...whatever.

I've gotten a lot of mail thinking that Gemini was Fred and George. Don't worry, fans of Fred and George: I love the Weasley twins far too much to make them a reason. :)

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

Enjoy!

"And this leads us to our second location: the Ravenclaw table in the Great Hall. Or, more specifically, the far corner on the left, near the door, where I used to sit."

II

Harry looked outside. It was getting dark, but he could still make it to the Ravenclaw table on time.

Getting up, he walked towards the Great Hall. On the way, he met eyes with so many people that he would never look at the same again: Hermione, Snape, Draco, Pansy. The worst part was that these people were probably looking at him the same way. Which again sparked the question: What had he done to get on these tapes?

Reaching the Great Hall, Harry headed inside and made his way to Luna's seat. He had often snuck over there to talk to her during breakfast, lunch, and dinner when she was still alive. Taking a deep breath, he pressed play.

I

"Some of you might know that, before the D.A., I did have one friend."

Oh, now he knew what the Gemini had represented. What had she done?

"Padma Patil, it's your turn.

"It seems like one of the strangest friendships ever: the weird girl and one of the most popular girls in her grade. And, true, Padma was everything I wasn't, beautiful, popular, and flirty. But she was sweet, and she never made fun of me, and she was funny. What wasn't to like?

"I found out after the rumours sparked.

"Padma used to sit by my seat and talk to me during meals. During those times, we could forget that I was loony, and she was popular, and we just talked. When the rumours started, those lunchtime conversations got fewer and fewer until they finally stopped.

"One day, during lunch, after a particularly bad rumour had spiraled about me involving a seventh year Slytherin and a negligee, Padma approached me after three weeks of giving me the cold shoulder.

"At first, I was thrilled. She didn't believe the rumours! She had come to her senses and realized how ridiculous this gossip was! We were going to be friends again!

"As soon as I saw the look on her face, however, my optimistic thoughts drained away.

"Luna." said Padma. She looked pissed. Really pissed. And I remembered her telling me about how she had had her eye on said seventh year Slytherin.

"Despite what I knew was coming, I kept my demeanor warm and friendly. "Hello, Padma!" I said brightly.

"Luna." She said again.

"I lost it then. "What?" I asked, snapping a little. I couldn't stand how she was being so damn vague.

"Luna, you know how much I like him." Padma said. I knew without her saying his name that she was talking about previously mentioned seventh year Slytherin boy.

"I didn't sleep with him." I said. "None of these rumours are true." I then went on to explain how Draco had kissed me, and that had been all, and how that rumour had spiraled out of control. That Pansy heard it, and, to get back at me, had spread all of these other dreadful rumours. I told her, that while I accepted blame for said Slytherin boy's interest in her, the rumours. Were. Not. TRUE!

"But I don't think Padma heard any of that. All she heard was me accepting blame.

"Padma stood up from her seat across from me, shot me the coldest glare I had ever seen her give anyone, and swung.

"What were your intentions, Padma? To scratch me or to punch me? Because you did a little bit of both. And, for the rest of you, that scar over my eyebrow? That's Padma's fingernail, which I plucked out myself that night. Some of you haven't seen it. But I see it. Every morning, it says, "Good morning, Luna." And at night, "Sweet dreams, Luna."

"Because it's not just a scratch. It's a punch in the gut. It's a knife in my back because you'd rather listen to a bunch of ridiculous rumours than what you know to be true. And that's why you're on this list."

The tape stopped. Harry hit rewind and eject, put the next tape in, this one with a drawing of a wide, blindingly white smile on it, put it in, and hit play.

So, there you have it! A bit short, I know. And I apologize if it was too much like the original Thirteen Reasons Why. I wanted to loosely base it off the original book, without making it basically the original, with names changed, like a lot of fics I've read, but I also wanted it to not be a big mess with one reason having nothing to do with one another.

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