Hey you'll never guess what! Its chappie 3!

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Yours truly, Devan.Snape.

The best timetable.

Professor Snape slammed the door for his dungeon classroom a bit softer than usual, although his face was twisted in anger.

"Today you will be brewing the Draught of Living Death. This is a very difficult potion, and the instructions must be followed exactly. I am surprised that a few of you managed to get into my advanced class, so I expect those students to have a perfect potion." He announced, glancing at Harry and Ron. "you will be working in pairs on this potion, so please choose your partner now, and hope at least one of you has the slightest ability in potions."

There was a big scramble to find a partner. Ron went with Hermione; they had started going out in the summer, Malfoy paired with Caitlyn, ("Oh do I HAVE to?")so Harry went with Devan. They pulled out there books and found the right page. Harry's was untouched, but Devan's page was covered in notes, and lines were scribbled out on a lot of instructions.

"Oh I've done this one before with dad and Caitlyn!" Devan told Harry. "It's gonna be easy!" and they began. In Harry's opinion it was very complicated, but all the alternative instructions from Devan's book were really useful. They laughed as Hermione realized they had done better than her.

"That's not fair, you've done this potion before, you're bound to beat everyone!" Hermione complained.

Caitlyn's done it before too, Hermione, but she isn't s far as us so don't complain. Devan just happens to be very good at potions, so stop being stroppy." Harry replied, then turned back to the perfect potion.

The rest of the day sped by, and the 6th years soon found themselves in Defense Against the Dark Arts. The Slytherins arrived shortly after everyone else, Caitlyn Snape ignoring Malfoy as best she could.

"Hey! Devan! There you are!" she cried out as she saw her sister. Immediately they started talking about their first day at Hogwarts.

"Good morning, class. I hope you are all sitting comfortably." The new teacher said, and the class fell silent. "My name is Professor Ellis, and I will be teaching you some of the more advance protective spells. To start with we will do simple spells like protego and expelliarmus, then more difficult shields and jinxes. Now wands out, everyone, and we'll see how you do with disarming." He continued.

By the middle of the lesson almost everyone was able to do a properly aimed disarming charm. The entire class couldn't wait for their next DADA lesson (even the Slytherins.) which was after break the next day. They started doing the protego charm, and Harry, Ron, Hermione, Caitlyn and Devan were able to do it first time. Suddenly Professor Ellis asked,

"Does anyone have the time?" he looked worried. A Hufflepuff spoke up;

"Yeah it's 4 o clock." Everyone gasped. They had gone on for half an hour after lesson time because they were enjoying themselves so much!

"ok everyone hope you've had fun, and I'll see you tomorrow!" the teacher announced, and the class left, chatting excitedly about the teacher.

A week later the whole school's favorite lesson was defense against the dark arts. Professor Ellis had turned out to be another Lupin-style teacher, minus the shabby robes. The 6th years had started non-verbally doing the simple spells, which was a good job since they weren't very good at doing it.

Devan soon became the best at potions, occasionally helping Harry out of difficult situations. But one particularly difficult day, they all had to work separately on making the antidote for a potion that has numerous poisons in it, she seemed stumped. Eventually, she ran to the store cupboard and pulled something out, returning to the desk just before Professor Snape reached it.

"Your antidote, Devan?" he asked. His twin children were the only students he called by their first names. Devan unfolded her hand and revealed a shriveled-looking brown stone. Snape smiled (the class gasped) and looked down at her book. In scruffy handwriting it said:

Just shove a Bezoar down their throats.

"Yes. A Bezoar would be the antidote to all these poisons, very handy if you have one with when you get poisoned. 5 points to Gryffindor." Professor Snape commented. Harry looked at Ron in amazement; Snape had never given points to any house but his own, especially Gryffindor!

Despite what Professor Snape had said, the horrible letters kept coming from the Tobias person, and as they got more and more threatening, Devan and Harry got closer together. And the attacks from Voldemort became more frequent. The newspaper reported almost daily deaths and disappearances, and two shop owners were kidnapped from Diagon Alley.

Eventually, there were just three weeks left until Christmas, and the gang of Gryffindors had come up with a routine. Ron and Hermione would check the newspaper before giving it to Harry; he always felt responsible for the raids, and Harry would check all of Devan's mail before allowing her to read them. The four of them found this a very good idea, and Devan no longer got threatening messages in her brain, just handed them in to Professor Snape.

But on the day before the Christmas holidays, Harry was in the hospital wing with an injury from their last quidditch match. So Devan opened a letter delivered y her owl Frazer, screamed, and ran to Snape.

Snape looked up and saw Devan running towards him with a scared expression on her face. She handed him a piece of parchment, then flung her arms around Snape's waist. The frightened girl's father looked down, then instantly put his arms around her.

You haven't seemed very scared recently, why's this? Maybe you've been ignoring your mail, we can't have that! Get ready, because I'm coming to get you very soon, and no-one can hear you scream, so save your breath!

"Come on Devan; let's go see what that stupid muggle means by all this rubbish." Professor Snape said. He walked over to Dumbledore, had a short conversation with him, and returned carrying a bag of floo powder.

"Uh, dad? Can I stay here, please? 'Cos I kinda told Harry I would spend the day with him, Ron and Herms. He's getting out of hospital this morning." Devan begged, as an excuse to avoid the vicious man that called himself her grandfather. Snape sighed.

"OK, I suppose it would be better if I went on my own. Have fun with Potter, Devan." He decided, and headed to his office.

Devan found Ron and Hermione talking to Caitlyn. All three of them looked up and smiled when they saw her approach.

"Hey guys. Are you coming with us to rescue Harry, Caitlyn?" she greeted, smiling back.

"Naaah. Weasley and Granger just wanted a word about the letters and stuff. Oh, CRAP! Malfoy! Gottagobye!" Caitlyn replied, running off as she caught sight of the blonde.

The three Gryffindors laughed as they walked up to the hospital wing, greeting Harry cheerfully, all thoughts of the letter forgotten.

"Hurrah! My rescue team has arrived!" he said as a hello, smiling at his friends. "Madame Pomfrey won't let me play quidditch for a while, so we need a substitute seeker." As captain, wounded or not, Harry had to organize team players.

"I'll do it!" Devan piped up, almost as soon as the words left his mouth. "I quite like the job of seeker, and dad got me a new broom this summer." She added. "Can we go practice now?" she asked, and Harry nodded the affirmative.

"Go up with Ron, Hermione and I can watch from the stands." He said.

Soon Devan had caught the snitch a lot of times, most from right under Ron's nose. It was clear she was a natural, helped by her broom. It was the newest model, a Nimbus 2005. Harry declared her the new seeker, and they went to finish their homework with high hopes for the next season.

A/N: OK what did you think? I know I've reposted this chapter soooo many times, but I just couldn't get it done.