Chapter three: Alone and In the Shadows, But as Important as the Famous.

Dinner went by slowly for Harry, noticing all the gleeful looks from the first years; he berried his head in his arms, and listened to Ron and Herminie talk. Silence filled the Hall, as the headmaster stood before the students.

"Before we get lost in our conversations over dinner, I would like to announce the Head boy and Head girl." Dumbledore said, beckoning silence once again with his hands. "Now, would you please give an applause to Herminie Granger, and Ron Weasly."

The Hall erupted in applause as the names were called out. Devon, who was sitting in a secluded area of the Gryffindor table, joined in with the applause and smiled knowingly.

"I knew they would be," Devon whispered under her breath. Sighing, she picked up her fork and started piling food onto her plate when the food appeared in front of them.

"Congratulations Herminie, and congratulations Ron," Harry yelled over the chatter.

Ron blushed and so did Herminie, the two though beneath their flushing faces were smiling with excitement. Harry waited for the food to appear, and when it did Ron dove right in and piled mounds of food on his plate.

"Boys" Herminie sighed, and rolled her eyes.

The food disappeared and the Hall's noise started to die down, when the headmaster stood and head towards his podium.

"Good evening everyone," Dumbledore shouted from his podium. "Once again, I'm glad to see every ones smiling faces, old and new ones." Dumbledore looked across the room and laid eyes on Devon; he smiled to her and continued his speech. "I hope all of you treat the new first years with great hospitality, and before I let you off for the night. I must first inform the basic rules."

Devon turned her head, for giggles were threatening to explode out of her mouth. Dumbledore seemed to notice Devon's complications because he added, in a humorous manor. "However, still some of our seventh year Gryffindors to be exact, still apparently don't know the rules, or just manage to forget once they are beckoned to my office."

Harry, Ron and Herminie looked around the table, yes those three did break the rules quite often, but only a few times were they asked to go to the headmaster's office. But the three non-the less, still grinned knowing that at lest part of that comment was on their behalf. On the other side of the table though, Devon was so close to exploding that she tried to breath in long breaths, but that only worsened the situation.

"So here is a reminder to those who," Dumbledore paused and looked at Devon one last time, and smiled. "Forget, the Forbidden Forest is just how the name sounds Forbidden."

Dumbledore continued stating the rules, while Devon tuned out and ominously started fiddling with her fingers. It wasn't until Devon heard someone call out her name, that she lifted her gaze off her fingers and up at the person who called out her name.

"Devon there you are," Professor McGonagall called out over the noisy students.

Harry jerked his head up, "Devon," he silently said under his breath. He looked up and down the Gryffindor table, but could not find Devon, taking another hopeful glance he sat back down. Disbelieving his ears, Harry departed knowing that Herminie and Ron were being informed of their Head's duties.

"Yes Professor," Devon replied, feeling relieved as she saw Harry leave the Great Hall after looking for her.

"I've been meaning to speak to you, would you please follow me."

"Uh, sure."

The two walked up the marble staircase, and instead of walking down the hallway to Professor McGonagall's office, they continued up the stairs in the direction of Professor Dumbledore's.

"Um, excuse me, aren't we going to your office," Devon said hesitantly.

"Oh, I'm sorry no we are going to the headmaster's we have some issues we need to discuss with you."

Devon didn't say anything; taking a few lovingly glances around the castle Devon continued to follow Professor McGonagall. The two stopped before a statue of a gargoyle, and before Devon could ask the professor what the new password was, Professor McGonagall already said it.

"Chocolate Frogs."

The gargoyle jumped aside let the two pass, "wow, I don't remember seeing this here last year." Devon said once they were in Professor Dumbledore's office.

"That's because it wasn't," Dumbledore said, walking in and smiling at Devon. "Would you," he gestured towards a chair.

Devon did and waited for Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall to begin.

"Devon, I know we have had this discussion quite a bit." Dumbledore started crossing his finger as he spoke. "But now Voldemort is at his highest power we have ever seen, and we must inform you like we have with Mr. Potter."

Devon knew this was coming, but she didn't know what Dumbledore was going to say. "Devon, as you may know, there is a prophecy written for Mr. Potter."

"Yes sir I'm aware of that, you told me last term."

"Yes Devon I did, but what I did not mention was that there was also a prophecy written for you."

Devon was stunned, she knew that Voldemort had killed her parents and left her with a lightening bolt scar on her neck, somewhat hidden behind her ear. She also knew that he had been informed of her survival, but a prophecy.

"Were sorry to tell you this," McGonagall mournfully said. "But we too, have just been informed of your situation."

"What do you mean that you have just been informed?" Devon asked confused.

"You see," Dumbledore started. "In your fifth year, Voldemort broke into the Department of Mysteries and into the Hall of Prophecy. Now he came there originally for Harry and his Prophecy, but on his way one of his followers noticed his name on another one and grabbed it. Unfortunately that one involved you."

Devon stared unbelieving at Dumbledore, "But you do know what it said, right?"

Dumbledore's eyes lost its sparkle, and instead remorse filled them. "No we don't Devon."

Silence filled the office, Dumbledore was looking at Devon whom was sitting staring at the floor trying to comprehend everything that had just happened.

"Devon please accept my sincere apologies, I should have been aware of a possible prophecy when I heard Mr. Potters." Dumbledore apologized, keeping his gaze on Devon.

"Um, its ok, may I go to my dormitory now." Devon said slowly, wanting to get out of there and think.

"Of course, Minerva would you please walk Ms. Cade to the Gryffindor common room."

"Of course Professor," Professor McGonagall said and started to briskly walk out of his office with Devon right behind her.

"Oh, Ms. Cade one last thing, if you have anything to tell me please don't hesitate." His eyes, and face had a blanket of fatherly concern covering it.

"Ok, and thank you for telling me," Devon said then left.

Professor McGonagall led Devon back to the common room but at a noticeably slower pace then usual.

When they go to the portrait Professor McGonagall stopped and turned to look at Devon. "Devon I'm sorry, truly and deeply sorry."

Devon was off set by the professor's concern and didn't answer. Instead she looked at the professors eyes, her beady eyes were behind her square framed glasses.

"Well goodnight," Professor McGonagall said and took off for her office.

Devon was now standing alone, her mind furious and her body aching from earlier that day.

"Well this is a good way to end a perfect day," Devon said sarcastically.

"Well that is, if you had a good day." A voice from nearby commented "password?"

"Oh, I'm sorry," Devon apologized quickly thinking of the password.

"It's alright honey, you're the only student around here who is nice enough to apologize, usually they all just snarl at me."

"Oh well that's very rude of them."

"Yes, yes it is," the fat lady said, pondering more about the statement.

Devon racked her brain harder, trying to remember the password.

"Oh, I remember," Devon shouted, "Bouncing bulbs."

The fat lady smiled at her and let her pass, "goodnight sweetie," she called after Devon.