The Parent Trap

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and the other characters. I just fancied writing a fic involving Harry Potter and Hermione Granger. Author's note: Hey there! Maybe you should try this! From the title itself, I'm doing a Parent trap inspired fic. Oh well. on with the story!

Chapter 1- The Girl Who Looks Like Me.

Harriet Marie's POV
"Harriet Marie-"

"Here!" I said as a woman called out my name.

Hey there! I'm Harriet Marie Potter. I'm turning eleven on July thirty, the day before Dad's birthday. You guessed it right! I'm the famous Harry Potter's daughter. It's a shame I dunno my mum because I have a lot of things to thank her of. I love books but not too much. Dad says I'm a potential seeker too and I'm thrilled with that because I just inherited his talent. If you must know, Dad is a seeker of the Chudley Cannons Quidditch team but we live in Virginia USA. With this setting, I get to live alone for two weeks a month with Uncle Fred and George as company. They are the owners of the Weasley's Wizard Weezes which sells tons of joke stuff. They have branches worldwide but most of them are in the US so they just settled down in here with Dad. They are also Reserve beaters of the Chuddley Cannons but they only have to go there when Dad tells them the regulars can't come so I get to be with them most of the time. Uncle Ron, dad's best friend, is an Auror at the ministry of Magic in Britain. His job right now is to track down the remaining deatheaters. So he also goes to America and visits me always and gives me lots of souvenirs he bought from the places he visited. Anyway, Dad's also the owner of a huge muggle wine- making company. I like his seeker job better than the muggle one. I mean, I don't see the point in having two jobs in two worlds that earns more money than you could ever think of. I'm quite popular with Dad's team anyway. They said I remind them of mum when I come there. They said that mum almost always comes on Dad's Quidditch practices even if she was pregnant of us. Unfortunately, just as I was about to ask what Mum was like then, a red- faced Dad told them to shut up.

We're at the Flamel Camp- a muggle camp set at California. Quite far isn't it? Well Dad wanted me to go to a camp that's away from home to train me. And with a constant persuasion from me. Dad was reluctant at first to allow me when I heard this camp and asked about this camp. But when I told him my point, which is coping up with new places, he allowed me.

"Hey there!" a girl called out to me. "You from England? I heard your accent" she asked. I recognized hers as a British accent.

"Yeah. But I live in Florida. I'm Harriet Marie Potter. But call me Harriet," I said, glad that I finally met someone.

"Really? You're Harry Potter's daughter?" the girl's eyes widened.

"Yeah. What's your name?" I said. I'm feeling the rare feeling of discomfort when people recognize my dad and me. Normally, I treat the recognition as an advantage of being noticed. I get to make guys carry my books or something and of course it's not just that. I think I'm pretty. It's not that I'm conceited but it's the truth. I have brownish-black hair, greenish-brown eyes which is usually green, a small nose, rosy cheeks and so much more. I have to acknowledge my mom for my features because most of them are from her including my darned teeth! Dad said he'll shrink it when I turn eleven, right before we go to Hogwarts. While we're at it, this is my last summer camp before Hogwarts. It's kind of sad and nerve-wracking according to Uncle Fred and George's story especially the sorting part. Dad wouldn't tell me anything for some reason.

"I'm Samantha Finnigan. Do you know anyone from here?" Samantha asked.

"Nope. Even though I grew up in a half-half setting, I don't know anyone," I replied, finally enjoying her company and dismissing thought that Uncle Ron and Aunt Lavender's daughter Caroline should be here.

"Half-half means- wait a minute. You're a witch?" I asked, suddenly realizing she knew me.

"Oh, yeah," she said.

"Okay. Half-half means half muggle-half magical raising. I mean." I proceeded on explaining about Dad's double job in both the magical world and the wizarding world and my muggle school. This was enjoyable, talking to new people. Now I truly enjoyed the camp instead of thinking this was a way of escaping from loneliness, this is a way of fun!
Hermione Lene's POV-

"So this is Flamel Camp," I said, admiring the new place. I suddenly felt out of place because of my clothing for today. I was wearing Armani designed clothes today. I thought that we were going to some office first so I wore these type of clothes. Luckily, I have about 70 sets of clothes for the 2 months stay in here. As a result, I have 3 identical baggage unloaded by Mario, my butler who came with me to see me at the camp.

"So this is it then," Mario said sadly. This is the first time I'm going to be away from home and away from Mario since when I was a baby.

"Mario! We're going to meet in 2 months!" I said nearly laughing at him.

"I know miss Hermione but one can't help but feel worried about your welfare in here," he replied.

"Mario, I can take care of myself! And you know that I can defend myself," I replied.

"Oh. Yeah. Alright now I know that you're safe. Maybe you should go to that group. They're checking your attendance now. And I'd better go now," He said. I took that as a signal for our friendship sign. It was a complicated routine which includes a thumbs up, bum bumping and the most special of them all is waving our hands pretending to have a wand and shout: "Rictusempra!" We just included that because after that is the tickling part.

"Bye Mario! See you in two months!" I said over come with giggles from the last part of our routine

Oh! I forgot to introduce myself! Stupid me! I'm Hermione Lene Granger. I'm Hermione MARIE Granger's daughter. It's really hard if your first name is just like your Mum's so just call me Millie. Only Mario calls me Hermione because he says it's the polite way of calling me. I'm turning Eleven this July thirtieth. Mario says it was the day before Dad's birthday. Speaking of Dad, nobody tells me anything about him. You see, when I was a baby, Mum and Dad separated. Nobody told me why but I only know that Mum got me. I wonder if I have any other siblings? I planned to ask mum about it but I know she would never entertain my questions. About my Mum now. She's a famous muggle interior designer though she is a witch. She doesn't practice much of her magical skills outside but our home is magical in every aspect. Even Mario is a wizard but unfortunately, he's a squib, a person born magical in every aspect but lacking of magical abilities. Right now, I just finished my elementary muggle education and I'm soon heading for Hogwarts on September first. It's a school for magical people like me.

I came all the way from England to this muggle camp to experience the outdoors for once. I was supposed to be attending a camp at England but the summer camps there are full right now. So I persuaded my mum to let me go in here and luckily, she let me go.

"Miss, is this the camp registration?" I asked the woman with the clipboard.

"Yes. And you are-?" she asked eyeing me because of my Armani clothes.

"Hermione Lene Granger," I replied.

"Haven't you registered earlier?" she asked.

"Not yet miss," I said politely because I'm getting nervous by the way she looks at me.

"Alright, maybe I'm just seeing things. And young lady?" she said.

"Yes?" I asked.

"Stop calling me miss and change your clothes," she replied.
Harriet Marie's POV-

"So what cottage number did you get?" Samantha asked.

"I got seven," I replied. We were getting closer now that we knew we were of the same kind.

"What a bummer. I got eight," she replied disappointedly.

"Hey, look at the bright side! At least our cottages are just next to each other," I replied.

"And we'd get to meet new people!" she said excitedly.

"Hey, are you going to Hogwarts?" I asked.

"Yeah. You?" she replied.

"Of course! What house do you think you'll land?" I asked.

"I think Gryffindor because both my parents are from there. How about you?" she asked. Right now, we are walking to our cottages. The path was kind of rocky so we need to slow down.

"I think Gryffindor too since dad was there and they said Mum came from there too," I replied.

"You know, I find it strange that a few people knew about the identity of your mum since the press would surely flock on you and your parents when you were born and when they were married," she said.

"I find that weird too. It doesn't seem to go together. My Dad is super famous and yet they don't know who my mum is. But I remember them saying that they had a secret marriage to keep the reporters away," I explained. We are now in front of her cottage and it seems that we are one of the first people to arrive in the cottage area.

"Let's just drop our stuff and go to that boodle something they're talking about," she said.

"Alright. See you in ten minutes," I said then I entered my assigned cottage.
Hermione Lene's POV-

"So this is it. Cottage eight," I said silently to myself. I was relieved to find my cottage because I am now carrying three heavy sets of baggage with me. I hurriedly went inside and dropped them to the nearest bunk. I then flopped to the bottom bunk and lay there for three minutes until I heard the bathroom door open. I saw there emerging a brown-haired girl. I was ready to ask her her name when she asked me.

"Oh! How'd you get in here? I thought I locked the door when I went to the bathroom?" she asked me curiously.

"I stay in here. And I have my key," I replied.

"Huh? I thought you stay in Cottage 7?" she asked confused.

"What? I just arrived in here? And how come you know me well?" I asked suspiciously. I am quite afraid of people who knew things about me.

"What? I'm getting confused in here. Haven't we just met earlier?" she asked again.

"No. Like I said, I just arrived here," I replied. Now I'm getting really confused. Is this girl joking me?

"But-" she said. I objected and instead introduced myself.

"I'm Hermione Lene Granger," I said.

"But you're Harriet aren't you? You've got to be kidding me," the girl said annoyed.

"You must be seeing things, you know. Maybe you should take a walk and breathe fresh air. Come on, I'll accompany you," I offered.

"Oh, alright. Maybe I'm just jetlagged," she said. I suddenly noticed her British accent so I decided to ask her about it.

"You from Britain?" I asked as I opened the door for us.

"Yeah. You too?" she asked.

"I live in muggle London," I didn't notice the slip of tongue I made until she pointed that out.

"So you're a witch huh?" she said.

"Yeah. Hey! How'd you know? You're a witch too?" I asked.

"Yeah. Samantha Finnigan here," she replied.
Harriet Marie's POV-

I just got out of the cottage when I saw Samantha talking to a girl with a beret and what I noticed as an Armani dress.

"Hey there, Samantha!" I called out and ran to her and the girl. When I got near her, she looked at my face and looked horrified.

"Am I seeing things or what?" she said before fainting.

"What was that about?" the girl asked. She bent down and fanned her beret on Samantha's face. "Would you mind-" her voice was cut of when she looked at me. Our eyes locked and we gasped. If she hadn't had lengthier hair and brown eyes, we would have looked so much alike!
Author's note: While waiting for the next chapter, how about reviewing? It would be nice if I get comments if the story sucks or whatever. As long as you review, it's gonna be alright. Okay. gotta go now! Ciao!