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Chapter 9

Just like every other weekend experienced, this one went by way too quick. It was soon Monday and another day of grueling classes. Snape was being even harsher than usual. He reprimanded Lavender Brown so bad, she ran out of the room in tears. Paige looked at him like he was crazy.

"WHAT ARE YOU STARING AT MATTHEWS?" he roared.

"I'm sorry; I was just looking at the person who unnecessarily yelled at my classmate. There's no need for yelling, sir," she said turning away from him. Snape looked at her with dangerous eyes. He grabbed Paige by her shoulders and whipped her around so she was facing him.

"Hey-." Paige started, but Snape cut her off.

"Ms. Matthews, you do not speak to me like that. You, you…" he said in a most deadly voice.

"Yes?" Paige asked.

"You are a disgrace to this school and in my opinion; you should be thrown out immediately for your attitude and filthy demeanor. You have cost twenty-five points from Gryffindor and a straight week of detention with me," he said coldly. The entire classroom was silent. He stared at Paige with a hard look. "Class dismissed."

Paige packed her things quietly and walked out of the classroom with a feeling of discontent. Why did she have to be so rude to him? What has gotten into her? She walked to the library with her head hung. Hermione, Harry, Ron and Ginny sat next to her.

"I can't believe how out of line I was," Paige said shamefully. "I'm so sorry I cost so many points for Gryffindor."

"Paige, getting points taken away from Gryffindor, especially from Snape is nothing new. You've just caught him on an especially bad day," Harry assured her.

"I'm still sorry…" she said. She took out her transfiguration book to study up on human transfiguration. She put on her U-Witch and started studying. The group looked at Paige one more time and moved to leave her alone to wallow in self-pity. She got engrossed in her studying and immensely absorbed in her music. She started drumming her fingers out of habit. She loved drumming and always did it without even thinking. She was so occupied in her studies that she didn't notice a dark figure loom over her. The dark figure reached and pulled her earphones out of her ears.

"OUCH!" she yelled. She looked up and saw Snape holding her earphones.

"You do know these are not permitted on school grounds Ms. Matthews?" he said callously.

"Um," she started.

"Oh, but you don't care, do you Ms. Matthews? You only care about yourself and not how other people feel don't you?" he said, his voice rising.

"I-." she said.

"I've watched you go around this school, swaggering and strutting everywhere. You act like this place is your own. You have everyone following you like puppy dogs. You FEED on this attention…" he said, almost yelling. Students were staring again.

"I never-." She tried saying, tears forming in her eyes and her voice swelling up.

"You, you are JUST like your father. You are just as bit obnoxious and attention loving as he was. He was appalling and you are the same. You are just like your father; detestable…both you and Potter are just like your father!" With that last comment, Snape turned around and walked away dropping Paige's U-Witch. She felt her cheeks turn a deep red. She felt hot tears fall down her face. She gathered her things quickly and went to her dormitory.

She collapsed on her bed and started crying. How could he say anything like that about her father? She didn't think he was like that. What if Snape was right? No, she thought. My father couldn't be like that. Before she fell asleep, she wondered what he meant about both her and Harry being just like their father.

"Daddy?" Paige asked. A tall man with messy, black hair and glasses turned around. He smiled at her and reached out to her.

"Paige!" he called out. Paige started running toward him, her arms outstretched. She was so excited to finally hug her father. She was so close. She touched his fingertips when someone separated the father and daughter. He sprawled his arms out, so Paige could not hug her father. He had a black cloak and a white skull. He had red eyes and slits for nose. Was it…?

He smiled evilly. Paige didn't know what he was doing. He turned around and faced her father. He pulled his wand out and yelled: "AVADA KEDAVRA!"

"NO!" Paige yelled. A flash of green light filled the room as her father dropped dead. From her right, Paige saw Snape enter the room. He was laughing at what just happened. HE turned around from her dead father and faced Paige. His eyes flashed red. He pointed his wand at her. "Avada-!"

"NO!" a voice yelled out and Paige covered her face with her arms.

Paige woke up dripping in sweat. She was tangled up in her sheets. She was panting. That was the most vivid dream she has ever had. She looked at her clock and saw that it was a little after midnight. She really slept for that long?

Paige got out of bed and changed into her pajamas. She grabbed a goblet of water and made her way downstairs. There was no one down there, but the cackling fire indicated the last person left not too long ago.

She was still shaking. It felt so real. She wanted to cry just because she saw her father die at the hand of who she thought was…Voldemort.

Her hands shook as she took a sip of water. "Paige?" a voice said. Paige turned around and saw Harry standing behind her.

"Oh, hi," she said. Harry sat down next to her. They looked into the fire.

"Are you okay? You weren't at dinner," Harry said.

"Yeah, I fell asleep for a while. I just woke up now," she replied.

"We saw what Snape did in the library. Are you okay?

"I'm fine. It just upset me that he said all those things."

"It was harsh."

"No, I meant what he said about my father. He said that I was just like him…arrogant, obnoxious and I swagger and strut like him. Oh, I also seek attention ALL the time," she said, her lips pursed together.

"Oh yeah, I've heard all that before. He told me all the same things since I started my First Year. I swagger and strut just like him. I 'seek' attention like he did. I always defended my father, until…"

"What?" Paige asked gently.

"Until last year, when I was taking occlumeny lessons with Snape, I accidentally looked into Snape's memory. It was his worst memory and it was all because of my dad. He tortured Snape and the way my dad acted was the same way Snape described him. Everything Snape said about my dad was true," Harry said sadly. Paige patted him on his back.

"I'm so sorry," she said.

"It's okay. I still love him. I don't agree with how he acted, but I know he loved my mom and me and fought Voldemort to keep us safe," he said, half-smiling. It was silent for a few minutes.

"I had a dream about my dad," she said, breaking the silence.

"Really? What was it about?"

"It was disturbing, actually. I wanted to cry when I woke up."

"What happened?" Harry asked tenderly.

"Well, I saw him, from across a room. He saw me and smiled and I just…just…knew it was him. He reached out to me and I started towards him. Our fingertips just touched when a man with a black cloak, a white skull and red eyes and slits for a nose stopped the reunion. He turned to my dad and killed him. Snape came in and laughed while the same guy turned around and tried to kill me. That's when I woke up," Paige finished.

Harry stared at her. "You dreamed about Voldemort?"

"It was him…" Paige said to herself. Harry looked at her.

"That's strange," he said.

"I know. What does it mean? Did Voldemort kill my dad? Does he want to kill me now? I just want to know who my parents are! This is so frustrating!" she cried. Paige's eyes filled with tears again. She buried her head in her hands.

"Come here Paige," Harry whispered, pulling her into a hug. Paige graciously accepted the hug, but something strange happened. She felt warmth fill her body and comfort takeover. Harry felt the same thing. There was a definite connection between the two. Paige opened her eyes and felt awkward. They pulled away quickly and looked around the room, uncomfortably.

"Well, thanks for listening to me. I'm a little calmer now. I'm going to go to bed," Paige said getting up from the couch.

"Me too," Harry said. They walked up to the dorms together. "Night."

"You know what, Harry?" Paige said, before going up to the girls' dorms. "Snape said something that was really strange."

"What?" Harry asked.

"Snape said, 'You are just like your father; detestable…both you and Potter are just like your father!' What do you think that means?"

Harry had a look of surprise and confusion. "He said that?"

"Yeah."

"Er, I have no idea." Paige could've sworn that she saw his eyes glaze over.

"Um, well, we'll talk tomorrow. 'Night," Paige said running into her dorm. She didn't want to think about that night's events. She fell asleep almost immediately having a seemingly dreamless sleep.