Title: The Slytherin Princess chapter 4
Author: Windandsummer
Disclaimer: Don't own just borrowing.
A/N: Ok I know that this is short but it was a hard chapter to write and I'm still not sure if I'm happy with it. But here it is in all its glory. Hope you all like it. Much Luv.
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When class was over, Harry still hadn't come up with a way to approach Paige. Deciding it didn't really matter how it got said, he waited until she was about to leave to call out to her.
"Hey Paige, can I talk to you a minute?" Paige nodded and turned to tell Pansy and the others to go on without her.
"Sure Harry, what do you need?" she asked sounding rather curious.
"Well I wanted to talk to you about what you said in class today, you know about your mom's friend." He said.
"Ok, what about it?"
"Well you see, my mom was Lily Evans," he told her.
"Oh wow, Harry, that's great. Well I mean not great that she died but great as in, well, you know," she said feeling flustered at not being able to put her feelings into words.
"No I understand. You see, the thing is, well, there's no way what your mom said was the truth."
"What do you mean by that?" Paige asked, sounding a little peeved.
"The thing is my mom died when I was one, and we're almost the same age. There's no way your mom could have met your dad after my mom died if she didn't leave for the states until then," he told her, feeling somewhat bad for saying that her mother was a liar.
Paige was quiet for a moment. For some reason she believed Harry, but she didn't understand why her mother would lie about something like that. And for that matter, if she was already born by the time her mother had come to that states, did that mean her father wasn't really her father? It didn't make sense. There had to be something else going on, and she was going to find out what it was no matter what.
Harry looked at her nervously, watching her process the information and hoping she wouldn't hate him for what he told her. Finally Paige looked up.
"Harry, can I ask you a favor?" she asked sounding hopeful.
"Sure, ask me anything," he told her truthfully.
"Can you help me find out what really happened?"
"Yeah, sure. I can do that," he said, smiling.
In a comfortable silence they began walking toward their next class.
"Hey, Harry? Do you know anyone who might know what really happened? I mean it's not like my mom is going to tell me, and I don't think any of the other kids here will know. Maybe a teacher or something."
"Yeah I know someone who would know. Mind you, he's not great at telling you stuff when it matters, but I promise you he knows the truth." Harry's face turned stony as he thought of a way to get Dumbledore to tell the whole truth for once. Reaching the door to their class Harry knew what he had to do. And by god, he was going to do it.