Hey hope you like my story. Please R&R don't be to critical it took me ages to write. Any way, read on, and enjoy!
Yours truly,
Devan.Snape
Love always hurts.
The emerald connection.
The loud talking in the great hall stopped at once as the pupils saw the headmaster stand up.
"Welcome, students, to another year at Hogwarts. This year, we will not only be sorting the usual first years, but a small group of students who have come to Hogwarts for their final 2 school years. Now, let the sorting begin!" Albus Dumbledore announced.
Eventually, there was a small group of first years and two sixth years left to be sorted. Everyone started muttering at the name of the 6th year as she sat on the stool.
"Caitlyn Snape?" The tall girl placed the hat on her head. The sparkling blue eyes and brown hair she must have inherited from her mother, as Professor Snape had none of these features. After a few seconds, the sorting hat placed her in Slytherin, and the other teenager put her hand over her face. Suddenly, the final 6th years name was called.
"Devan Snape?" if the school had been surprised at by the announcement of the first Snape, they were completely stunned at the idea of another. But as she looked up and walked towards the many faces, complete silence fell.
"You should get a look at this one, Harry!" the whisper from the Gryffindor was clearly heard. As The-Boy-Who-Lived looked up, emerald locked with emerald and he gasped. For he was looking at a female image of himself.
The long black hair danced around her shoulders, and her vibrant green eyes shone with grief and loss, so alike his own. Apart from being a girl, the only thing that stopped Devan Snape looking exactly like Harry Potter was the absence of the scar.
The sorting hat confided with her about her wish to not join Slytherin. She didn't want to be drawn to evil like her poor dad. Finally it placed her in Gryffindor, and she bounced over to the table, sitting by her look-alike to watch the rest of the sorting.
As the feast appeared on the tables, Devan looked up at her father and grinned. Ho allowed a small smile back, and one the Hufflepuffs fainted. Laughing, Devan turned round to questioning faces.
"Hey, Devan, do you know why that Hufflepuff just fainted?" Harry plucked up the courage to ask; he was still shocked that Snape had kids, and one of them looked like him! He had had only noticed one of the teens from the opposite table had fainted, so asked the person in front of him why.
"Oh, I dunno, maybe 'cos dad just smiled." She replied, grinning herself at the shocked faces surrounding her. "That's right! Professor Snape, 'Greasy Git' of the dungeons smiled because I didn't have to go to Slytherin!" She continued, the relief of not being forced through the same fate as her sister making her forget her shyness.
"So, Devan, not being nosy or anything, but what's Professor Snape like at home?" Hermione asked tentatively. It seemed so strange that Snape could be nice out of school!
"Oh, he puts on all the mean and evils, because he doesn't want to appear soft." Devan's voice held sadness as she replied. Hermione put a hand on her shoulder sympathetically, but the other girl flinched.
"Oh I'm sorry! What happened?" she asked worriedly. A soft touch like that shouldn't hurt at all!
"You know how dad's a spy and all that? Crucio." Devan sighed, she hated telling people about her experiences at the death eater meetings. Harry's eyes widened, Ron gasped and Hermione covered her mouth with her hands. Sensing her dad looking in their direction, she said; "look, can we just enjoy this evening? I don't want to spoil my-or your- first day back." She requested, and soon the sad topic was forgotten.
All too soon, it was the end of the feast. Devan got up from the table happily. She was amazed she had managed to befriend Harry Potter, oh; her sister would be dreading the morning. The girls said goodnight to the boys, and they all ascended the staircases to bed.
