Here it is! The mysterious thirteenth tape!

And, one of my reviewers alerted me that I miscounted, and there are only twelve people. Whoops.

I'm making an extra tape for Harry and everyone except a few people that I don't feel like redeeming to find in the next. Then, Harry and said people will pay a tribute to Luna to apologize and say goodbye.

This is going to hurt me more than it hurts you. Person number twelve is one of my favorite characters in this whole series.

I'm not J.K. Rowling, because I'm not cool enough to be a middle aged British bad ass writer with gazillions of dollars.

Harry pressed the blank tape in and pressed play. He took a breath, and didn't exhale until the tape started.

"One last try."

Harry could tell Luna had been crying.

"I'm going to seek guidance. I'm going to see if I really am as worthless as I've felt for the past six years. I'm going to ask our guidance counselor for help.

"One person stands between you and this set of tapes. If you hear this, I failed, and he failed."

Harry's stomach lurched. Shit.

"I'm going to ask Professor Lupin."

When Hogwarts was being rebuilt, the board of education had reappointed Lupin as a teacher, this time as a school guidance counselor as well as D.A.D.A. professor.

"I'm going to ask him if I should do it. I want him to talk me out of it. I want him to make me feel like I'm not a piece of dirt. Most of all, I'm doing what I should have done in my second year. So here it goes.

Harry heard the sound of Luna knocking on Lupin's door.

'Professor Lupin?'

-'Come in, Luna, come in."

There was the sound of a door closing. The sounds were slightly muffled-Harry guessed that Luna had put the tape recorder in her robe pocket, as it would have been strange to let Lupin know that Luna was recording that entire conversation.

-'How can I help you, Luna? What would you like to talk about?'

'Well, that's the thing...I don't really...everything.'

-'Well, that's certainly going to take a long time.'

A long pause.

-'It's alright, Luna. I have all the time in the world.'

'It's just...everything's so hard right now.'

-'How so?'

'I don't really know how to sum it up.'

-'Don't feel pressured to. Why don't you just tell me how you're feeling right now?'

'Lost. Empty. Sad. Broken.'

-'Broken how?'

'I just feel like everything's gone. That everything that once brought me joy has been taken away from me.'

-'By who?'

'Everyone. Teachers. Enemies. People I don't know. Friends.'

-'Friends?'

'I guess that what I mean to say is that whenever I turn around, a new person has waged war on me.

-'I understand, Luna. Tell me, what do you want to have accomplished when you walk out of here today?'

'I...just...I'm not sure what I'm expecting.'

-'That's perfectly fine, Luna. What do you need to happen?'

'I need it all to stop. Time. People. Life.'

-'Did you just say that you wanted life to stop?'

A dead pause.

-'That's a very serious thing to say, Luna.'

'I know. I shouldn't have said it. I'm sorry.'

-'So, how did you get here, Luna? What happened? How did you get to this point? I know you can't sum it all up. The snowball effect, right?'

Another silence.

-'It's one thing on top of another, right? It's too much, isn't it?'

'It's too hard.'

-'What's too hard?'

'Life.'

There was another God forsaken silence. Harry bit his lip.

'I think I'm done here.'

Harry heard the sound of Luna getting up from her chair and closing the door.

-'Luna, wait!'

Harry could hear Luna take a few steps, but hesitate. When she spoke again, her voice broke, and he could tell she was crying.

"He's not coming to get me. He's not trying to stop me. He's just going to stay there.

"Well, that pretty much sums up all I've been saying. And on that note, I say: good bye."

The tape ended. Harry finally let the tears fall, not caring that Ron was there. His friend was dead. He, along with Hermione, Ginny, and others, had taken part in her death. Harry curled up on the floor and let the tears blur his glasses as he hugged his knees and sobbed.

He could feel Ron kneeling next to him, patting him on the back, not saying anything, just patting him on the back and letting him cry. That was what Harry needed, he realized. A good cry.

Sitting up and wiping his tears, Harry picked up the tape. "I'm going to give this to Lupin." He told Ron, as though his breakdown had never happened. Without waiting for Ron to answer, Harry picked up the box and the recorder and power walked down the halls.

Hogwarts looked different, somehow. Harry looked at each place and knew that such awful things had happened to Luna in that certain spot.

Finally, he reached Lupin's office. Harry knocked on the door, lay the box down, and ran out before Lupin could answer the door. He didn't want Lupin to know that it was him who'd left the tapes.

Just before exiting the D.A.D.A. classroom, Harry gave a long look at the spot where Luna had been raped. His memory of Hogwarts was now tarnished, thanks to the knowledge of what had happened to Luna at spots where he'd once found solace in.

The next day, after dinner, Hermione, Padma, Ginny, Collin, Ron, and Draco all found an envelope on their bed. When the students opened the envelope, they found a letter that read,

To Whom It May Concern,

It has come to my attention that certain people receiving this letter are responsible for the untimely death of a beautiful Ravenclaw student by the name of Luna Lovegood. The receiver of this letter is asked to meet yours truly at Luna Lovegood's grave on Sunday, at precisely 12 o'clock in the afternoon. We will be having a Hogsmeade trip, and thus should be able to access the graveyard.

Anonymous

Don't kill me! I love Lupin just as much as the next person, but I realized that he fit Mr. Porter more than Umbridge, who I was originally going to use.

Peace out.