Thirteen Reasons Why?

Hermione Jane Granger, Sixth year Gryffindor is sitting at her house table in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry having dinner. But all she was doing was starring, what it seems into nothing, and just moving her food around on her plate. On the opposite side of her sat her male best friend Ron Weasley, and his younger sister Fifth year Gryffindor student Ginny Weasley. Ron, it seems was sulking while Ginny had her head in her arms. She looks up at the head table and sees Professor Severus Snape, Potions teacher and Head of Slytherin pale and his face ashen, she takes a quick look at the Slytherin table and sees Draco Malfoy, a Sixth year Slytherin also pale and ashen. There are a few others who look pale, while everyone else in the hall looks sad and sullen. The reason for this though, was the death of Sixth year Gryffindor and Boy-Who-Lives, Harry Potter. The reason. Suicide.

A snowy white owl flies into the Great Hall, going in front of Hermione; Hedwig drops a plain brown package on the table and flies out again. Hermione picks up the package, stands up and walks out of the hall, feeling that she should open the package in private. She walks out onto the grounds of the school, and sits down by her favorite tree by the Black Lake, the very same tree that she was sitting with Harry just a week and half before doing homework and teasing each other, laughing as if there wasn't a war going on outside of the walls of Hogwarts. She opens the package and finds seven tapes and a tape cassette player, on each cassette tape was a number on it. She picks up tape one and put it in the cassette player. She put the headphones on and pressed play, but what came out, Hermione never expected, never thought she would the voice again.

Cassette One

Side A:

Hey guys did you all miss me, thought you got rid of me, well actually you did, but I am not quite done.

Stop.

It was Harry Potter.

Hermione's heart stopped. It couldn't be. How...why would Harry send tapes out after he was already dead? It didn't make sense.

Play.

"My name is...sorry, was, Harry James Potter." Hermione heard him chuckle slightly. She felt sick.

"If you're listening to this tape, then it means you get to hear all about my life. Don't you feel lucky?"

I feel sick. I feel empty. I feel anything but lucky.

"You see if you're on these tapes, then it means you're one of the reasons why I'm dead. Yeah, that's right, thirteen sides, thirteen people, and thirteen reasons." He spoke clearly, almost detached, but there was still a faint note of amusement.

"I hope you have a few hours free, because if you don't, well tough. Make time. I was ignored most of my life, and I sure as hell won't be ignored now that I'm dead. I can almost hear the sneers. He wasn't ignored, he was famous, and he was loved, blah blah blah."

He's talking about himself, not the boy who lived. I wonder how many people pick up on that.

"Well you're wrong. The Boy Who Lived was famous and loved and idolized and whatever else you want to say. Whatever. I never wanted to be the boy who lived. I wanted to be...normal, just Harry, but no. none of you, and I mean none of you, could give me that. Except maybe one. But, we'll get to that later."

I knew who you were Harry. I never thought of you as the boy who lived.

"Let's get on with this, shall we. There are two rules. I'm sure you can follow them. Number one, listen to all the tapes, in order. Number two; pass the tapes on to the next person on the list. See, that really isn't hard. And be warned, if you happen to lose, or damage these tapes before the last person hears them, another set will be sent to the prophet for the whole country to hear. I'm pretty sure that a lot of you don't want that."