Seven Reasons Why

Summary: Scorpius Malfoy is thrust into an experience he never expected when he is forwarded the magical diary that Rose Weasley, the girl who disappeared, has written to 7 different people, explaining why. Inspired by Jay Asher's novel, Thirteen Reasons Why.

Hello everyone, this is my second idea for a ScorpiusxRose fic. I'm a dedicated reader of this pairing and I have to say, there are a lot of fanfics out there that almost have the exact same plot line. This is just something that is different, and I hope you enjoy it! It's inspired by Jay Asher's Thirteen Reasons Why, which, by the way, is an AMAZING book. It is, after all, a New York Times #1 Bestseller! I would really recommend it. This fic will not follow that plot line, however. Just something that popped into my head an hour ago, so I'll see your guys' reaction and then decide whether to continue.

Chapter 1

It started with the book.

He had been taking his books out of his bag to start Professor McGonagall's essay on animagi when a compact white book slipped out, right under his Advanced Potions Making. Scorpius instantly knew it was unfamiliar; it was worn, with the binding broken and with crinkles around the edges. Malfoys were always perfectionists, with perfect, clean cut edges and books that always looked like new. Other than those imperfections, however, the book was immaculate. The cover was a pure white with no markings on it at all, something rare for a color than dirtied so easily.

Scorpius was about to set it aside to take out his quill, but something stopped him. On the back of the book, written in neat handwriting he could recognize anywhere, were the words, Rose Weasley, the same ones that had been whispered over and over again in the halls of Hogwarts.

Rose Weasley had been one of the most extraordinary students to grace the school. Of course, a lot of that fame came from the fact that she was a member of the Potter-Weasley clan. Not only that but she was the daughter of two of the Golden Trio. It had been expected that she would be special, and she confirmed that in First Year, as soon as she stepped on the train – she had incapacitated two Slytherin third year that had been terrorizing the new students.

Of course, Rose Weasley had been sorted into Gryffindor and had the top marks in all her classes, tying with Scorpius for first every single year. Rose also played keeper for the Gryffindor quidditch team that consisted of most of her family, and they had won the Cup every year since she joined. Although this could've easily meant popularity, Rose was one of the quiet ones in her family and preferred to associate with only her close group of friends. After scoring all Outstandings in her O.W.L.s, it was no surprise that she was made Head Girl in her seventh year, alongside her cousin Albus, who was Head Boy. Her life was perfect.

Or that's what everyone thought, until she disappeared three weeks ago, smack in the middle of the year. The news soon spread through school like wildfire – Rose had run away of her own free will, obvious from the fact that her whole dormitory was empty. The only thing left was a picture of her and her family - the biggest thing that she'd left behind.

How had the book even ended up in his bag? And, did the book even belong to Rose Weasley? Someone could have easily scribbled her name. Scorpius was sure that the book had been slipped in today, which meant that someone else had done so, since Rose had been gone since three weeks ago. But he remembered something from a few weeks back…

Scorpius had been studying late at night in the library, which had long since emptied out. The only ones left were him and Rose, as usual. They were acquaintances but not friends and preferred to sit at separate tables. As he concentrated on somehow writing a conclusion for his practice paper, he couldn't help but be distracted by the sound of Rose's quill scratching on parchment, writing furiously. It probably was his imagination, but when Scorpius looked up, he thought he saw a stray tear sliding down her cheek.

Scorpius opened it to the first page, hoping for a clue that would lead him to answers. However, the first page was completely spotless, with not a drop of ink on its surface. The curious thing, however, was that the pages looked worn as well, as if the book had been read numerous times recently. Scorpius muttered a spell as he tapped his wand to the page, hoping to reveal invisible ink, and his heart sped up as the words appeared. 3 words.

Who are you?

At first, he did not know how to respond. Scorpius could not believe that the book had actually talked. It took an extraordinary amount of magical prowess to do that - the only publicly known happening was Tom Riddle's diary, which had because it had contained a piece of Voldemort's very soul. Then again, it was Rose Weasley. Scorpius worked extremely hard for his grades, but he could not deny that Rose had more magical power than him. Hands shaking, he wrote the words, Scorpius Malfoy.

He swore he almost fell over in shock when more words appeared. Are you alone?

The anticipation was killing him. Scorpius looked up and noticed that the library was indeed empty. He and Rose used to be the only ones that stayed this late at night. Scorpius could almost envision Rose, sitting at her table in the corner, poring over thick stacks of textbooks again.

Yes.

With that one word, the floodgates were opened as more words began flowing out onto the paper, like the rush of a waterfall. Lines of lines of Rose's print-like handwriting continued to fill the page, and as Scorpius noticed, continued onto the next pages of the book. So this was what she had been writing on those late nights in the library? Had she really poured so much out of her into this book that she, the reserved one, could not control a single tear that slid down her cheek?

Not bothering to wait for the writing to stop appearing – obviously that was taking a long time – Scorpius began to read from the beginning, on the first line of the first page.

Dear Scorpius…

So?

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