A/N: I know that many people are not reading and reviewing, but thank you to those who do! I hope you all enjoy this. I promise, it gets more intersting in a few chapters!

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Chapter 4

A few weeks passed quickly and Paige was doing wonderful in school. She was having great time with her new friends, the Quidditch team was kicking ass. Soon, it was their first match with the Slytherins.

She and Malfoy actually became friends. They often sat by the lake talking about their relationships and friends. They help each other out too. Now that it was getting cold, they often met in the library to chat. Malfoy was her best friend and Paige couldn't ask for anything else. She often talked about how she liked Wood. She told him that she usually has no problem telling boys how she feels, but with Wood, it was different.

One night, Paige and Wood were sitting on the couch in the empty common room doing homework.

"Are you nervous about the Quidditch match?" Wood asked.

"When have I ever been nervous about a Quidditch match?" Paige put out.

"Never...but then again, you have never played with the Slytherins. They play dirty," he told her.

"I'll be okay," she told Wood.

"Promise?"

"Of course." Paige and Wood stared at each other for a long moment. She thought he was about to kiss her, when there was bustling in the common room. Hermione, Ron and Harry were just getting back from wherever they were. Wood and Paige glanced at each other.

"Don't let us interrupt!" Hermione said in a funny voice running up the stairs.

"I should get to bed," Paige told Wood.

"Me too. I'll walk up with you," he replied. The two walked upstairs.

"Night," Wood said, before going up to him dorm.

"Night," Paige said. She sighed then went in her room. Hermione looked at Paige and smiled. "What?" Paige asked.

"Did anything happen?" she eagerly asked.

"No," Paige said sadly. "I'm too nervous to say anything to him."

"YOU? Are you sure you're the same Paige who tells guys their hot, walks with confidence and gets along with everyone? This IS NOT normal of you Paige!"

"I know! But Wood isn't just ANY guy…he's special!" Paige said, getting her pajamas on. She was startled when Hermione shouted at Violet.

"You like him so, Violet! Just ask him out! I know he feels the same!" Hermione exclaimed.

"NO! Would you stop Hermione? If anything, he wishes you and him will hook up soon!" Violet snapped. Paige's eyes flew to the two.

"If I may ask, who is it you're arguing about?" She asked.

"Uhhh...Ron?" Violet said.

"Oh...so Violet, do you fancy him or does he really hope Hermione will fall deeply for him?" Paige inquired climbing into bed.

"He likes her!" Hermione exclaimed as Violet said, "Yeah, he does."

Paige let the two argue as she fell into a fast deep sleep. She had her recurring dream again. Paige woke up to God knows what time. She got up to clear her head of terrible thought and went downstairs to see Harry sitting on one of the fluffy armchairs.

"Hello Harry," Paige said sitting down.

"Hello Paige," he replied. He was looking at a book...a scrapbook to be more exact.

"What do you have there?" she asked.

"They're pictures of my parents. They died when I was a baby. Would you like to see?" He asked. Paige nodded.

Harry handed her the book and turned to a page with a picture of his mother and father on their wedding day. Paige was taken aback. When she looked at Harry's mom, she thought she was staring at herself. Paige took a deep look into the picture to see she had this woman's fine, red hair, bright green eyes and most of her delicate features, except her smile and nose, which belonged to Harry's dad. Harry looked so much like him...

"Wow..." Paige whispered. "They look like wonderful people..."

"They are. I miss them a lot. It's funny how you miss something that you never really had," he told her.

"I know the feeling," she informed him.

"Really? What do you mean?"

"My parents also died when I was a baby. I have no pictures, no memory...nothing," she replied sadly.

"I'm sorry...who do you live with?"

"My adoptive mom."

"Better than my aunt and uncle."

"Terrible?"

"Yes!"

Paige laughed. "I asked her about my parents."

"And she didn't tell you anything?" Harry asked.

"No...she got really upset," she said.

"Do you know if they went here?"

"No."

"Well, find out. Ask Dumbledore," he suggested.

"Do you think he would know?"

"Dumbledore knows EVERYTHING." Paige looked at him. She knew how he felt, but at least he had pictures. She wished everything was different, but she can't always have her way.

"I'm going back to be Paige. Good night," Harry said. She bid him good night and looked into the burning fire. She wished she could have the same memories as Harry. But like she thought before…everything can't go her way. But one thought occurred to her before she fell back asleep…why did she look like Harry's mom?