AN ~ My second R/Hr movie filk! Okay, since I am more familiar with the 1998, Lindsay Lohan version of the film, that's what guide I am using. enjoy! ;-)
The Parent Trap
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The Three Broomsticks was buzzing with witches and wizards, young and old, in every nook and cranny, and the chairs were occupied at every single table that night. Magical folk all around the grand old tavern were laughing, talking, exchanging stories, and of course, sitting around tall, cold drinks. It was like one giant party, where everyone everywhere was having a great time.
It was so boisterous that the entering of three eighteen-year-olds would normally go unnoticed, but upon the particular arrival of these three, the entire throng of people in the tavern erupted in cheers and applause. Many of the younger witches and wizards jumped up from their chairs to throw glitter and Filibuster fireworks in celebration.
The three young teenagers - Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger - exploded in a fit of smiles and laughter with the rest of the tavern, sitting down at their usual table near the back of the Three Broomsticks. Merely days ago they had celebrated their graduation from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and also the lengthy anticipation of the Dark Lord Voldemort's falling.
Besides that, there was more happy news to share. Ron and Hermione, though young as they were, had announced to the whole of the Three Broomsticks that they had decided to get married as soon as they made livings for themselves. And with Ron having been drafted to Britain's Quidditch reserve team and Hermione's secure position at the Ministry of Magic in the London, it seemed like the wedding date wouldn't be too far off.
As the three best friends sat, celebrating with the crowd and sipping on butterbeer, many of their now former fellow students had passed by their table to congratulate Ron and Hermione and share a few words of happiness about graduation and Voldemort's death. Even Fred and George, Ron's twin brothers who had a shop in town, had dropped in.
"Hey you two, how about a souvenir picture for one of the best days of your life?" Fred had asked, waving a camera at them.
Ron looked skeptical. "As long it's not one of those trick cameras of yours that squirts toilet bowl cleanser at the subject!"
Fred's shoulders slumped. "Fine, I'll get a real one," he said, tossing the camera in his hands at George and digging into the pocket of his robes for a safe one.
"Say 'Fizzing Whizbee!' " Fred grinned, snapping the photo.
* * *
12 Years, and 3 Months Later
* * *
September first. Platform Nine-and-Three-Quarters was its usual busy self; masses of Hogwarts students wheeling their trolleys up to the train, talking with their friends, saying farewell to their parents. There was also a voice echoing overhead, announcing that the Hogwarts Express would be departing shortly.
Among the number of students heaving her trunk onboard the scarlet steam engine was Amy Weasely, though it appeared as though she were alone; no mum or dad present. As she leaned heavily against her trunk, trying to push it in, she mumbled to herself, "Okay, I can do it." She pushed some more, leaning her back against it. "Okay, wait. No I can't."
Spunky and spirited, Amy was eleven years old and about to start her first year at Hogwarts. Her eyes were bright blue and her hair was a shiny chestnut brown. With a sprinkle of freckles across her nose and a cunning smile on her face, Amy was a girl hard not to like. "Stupid. . .stupid trunk!" She yelled, and turned around and kicked it.
"Need a hand?" A voice behind her said.
Amy turned back around, bringing into sight a girl with a single long braid down her back. "Two would be nice. Help me heave?"
Working together, the pair managed to fit Amy's trunk into place. After the task was through, the blond girl looked over at her and said, "Hey, my name's Jenna. Jenna Larson."
"Amy Weasley," she replied.
Jenna's eyes widened. "Weasley? Like, as in, your dad is Ron Weasley? Chaser for the British Quidditch team?"
Amy grinned. "That's my dad!" She said proudly. "Too bad he was too tied up and couldn't come with me today, or else you could have met him." She paused. "Hey, do you want to sit together on the train? Play some Wizard Chess?"
"Sure!" Jenna replied, "But actually I've never played any chess at all before."
As the two girls headed up inside the train, Amy said, "Well, gee, that's a shame. I need to keep in practice."
Meanwhile, not too far from where Amy and Jenna had boarded the Hogwarts Express, two people, an adult and young girl, were standing nearby, wheeling a brand new trunk across the platform and chatting together. If one looked close enough, the passerby might notice that the older person had a scar over his right eye.
"So, Holly, you think you're ready for your first ever term at Hogwarts?" Harry smiled.
"I think so," Holly replied nervously, brushing off the black school robes she'd already put on. "I already feel a little homesick for Mum, though. Why couldn't she come with us today?"
Harry put an arm around her. "You know your mum," he said comfortingly. "She's just a little busy at the Ministry. But you'll see her again at the Chrimbo hols." Pause. "Which reminds me. . ." He reached into the knapsack on his hip and pulled out a wide wooden box. "Something from your grandad. A brand new Wizard Chess set. Maybe you can find someone new at school to play with."
Holly smiled and took the box, opening her trunk to put it inside, then Harry gave her a hand getting the trunk onboard the train. As she stepped out, finally, away from Harry, one might have found that she bore an extremely striking resemblence to Amy Weasley. She had the same brown hair - though it was a bit bushier, the same startling blue eyes, and probably even the same number of freckles trailing over the bridge of her nose.
Holly Granger stared from the steam engine to Harry, and then gave him a tight hug. " 'Bye, Harry. Thank you for bringing me today."
"You have a good time at school," he whispered to her, hugging back. "And I'll see you again at Christmas."
Reluctantly Holly finally let go, only to find that Harry was winking at her. She smiled, and then the two of them pulled out their wands, pretending to fence with them. This immediately brought smiles to the young girl's face. "Touché!" Harry said loudly, a bunch of flowers bursting from the tip and flying out at Holly, who caught them.
A bell rang quite suddenly, and the remaining students on the platform rushed to get onboard. Holly follwed, mounting the steps to get on, and waved out the window at Harry. " See you soon!"
* * *
Holly felt like she'd been waiting forever. Her first day jitters had intensified when she'd approached the Sorting Hat with the rest of the first year students, only mixing with the confusion she'd been carrying when some other of the first years had called her "Amy."
But besides that, Holly was only really concerned with what the Sorting Hat would say. Her dear mum had been in Gryffindor, and having taken after her mum, being in that particular House was what Holly really, really wanted. After Professor McGonagall had called, "Fawcett, Amanda," Holly knew what was coming next. Her name.
"Granger, Holly!"
For some strange reason, hushed whispers were heard around the group of first years as Holly stepped forward to have the Sorting Hat put on her head. And then Holly figured out why. Standing at the very front of the throng was - herself?!
She jumped up from the stool before Professor McGonagall had a chance to put the Hat on her head, and the mirror image she was seeing of herself rushed forward as well. As this sight was seen by the older students, the Great Hall erupted into a mass of gasps.
Amy and Holly gaped open-mouthed at one another, before the former finally recovered, being the first to do so. "Why's everyone staring at us?" She said casually.
"Well, don't you see it?!" Holly exclaimed. "We're identical!"
Amy just looked at her. "Identical, you and me?" She paused. "Well. . .maybe. Except that your eyes aren't as bright. . .your hair, urg. . .much bushier than mine. . .and those freckles! Well, just a little of Madame Melissa's Skin Foundation should fix that right up!"
Holly glared at her, feeling annoyed, but Amy went right on talking. "Except, do you want to know the real difference between the two of us?"
Holly cut in. "Let me think," she said sarcastically. "Is it that I have a brain and you don't, or I have class and you don't? Take your pick!"
Amy's face twisted in fury but before she could say anything more Professor McGonagall interrupted.
"Thank you for that assessment, girls," she said dryly. "Now, may I return to the Sorting Ceremony, if that is all right with you?"
Grumbling, Amy rejoined the throng of first years again, as Holly returned to her seat on the stool to have the Sorting Hat put on her head.
"Ah, let me see," the Hat murmured, working its magic. "A thirst for knowledge. . .ah, and assertiveness! Always important. . .so. . .GRYFFINDOR!"
For one of the first times that day, Holly felt a surge of happiness and relief as cheers from the Gryffindor table rang out and she raced off to join them. But as she sat down, Holly could hear more whispers about her looking exactly like Amy. Trying to ignore it, Holly set her concentration on watching her other classmates getting Sorted.
But the fun she had watching this was short-lived as well when Professor McGonagall looked down at her scroll of parchment as called out, "Weasley, Amy!", and Holly glared again at her as the Sorting Hat was put on her head.
"Another Weasley!" He murmured merrily. "Plenty of vigor. . .of course, it runs strong in your family. . .some courage I see. . .so, it only seems proper, GRYFFINDOR!"
More cheers exploded from Holly's table again, but she didn't join in. All she could do was narrow her eyes at Amy as she sat down, who in turn glared right back as she sat across from her.
* * *
Almost a month had passed since the Hogwarts term had started but Amy and Holly were still very much at war with each other. Not only was it their squabble from the first day at Hogwarts, but one day during Transfiguration, a Filibuster firework had exploded in Holly's schoolbag, causing her to loose ten points from Gryffindor for creating such disturbance in class. Holly had been seething, which only grew to new heights when she saw Amy smirking at her.
Not that Holly had taken it lying down. She planned to get back at that awful girl, and fast. So after lights out when Holly was sure Amy was asleep, she got out of bed, snuck over to the end of Amy's bed where she had lain her schoolbag, took out her Herbology homework and changed the paper to invisible ink, which would reappear after a few hours.
So when Amy went to Herbology the next day only to discover that her paper was just a blank piece of parchment, Professor Sprout deducted ten point from Gryffindor for Amy having not completed the assignment. Then later on at lunch when the ink reappeared, Amy was confused and fuming, which Holly found completely funny, and so she waved down the table at Amy.
Now classes were over for the day, and most of the students had retreated to their common rooms and dormitories as now dinner was over as well. Amy was among them, heading upstairs and chatting with Jenna. When they'd reached the common room and climbed inside they immediately noticed a group of first years gathered around one of the tables. Sitting at the table, across from a boy, was Holly. She was hunched over a Wizard Chess chessboard, fully concentrated on the game.
"The chance I've been waiting for," she mumbled to Jenna. Amy was still angry from the invisible ink trick Holly had pulled on her and had been dying for some payback. "Come on."
As the pair came closer, it was apparent that Holly had just won the game, hearing her say, "Checkmate," to the boy, who got up and left. "Anyone else up to a challenge?" Holly called out a moment later.
"I'll have a shot," Amy said dryly, glaring at her.
Holly shrugged lightly. "Go ahead, have a seat, Weasley."
And then the game started. Castles, pawns, and bishops were taken minute after minute, neither girl taking her eye off the game, nor the expression of the other. As it continued, more and more Gryffindors were starting to crowd around the table as the game drew on longer and longer.
Nearly all of the pieces were gone now, but nobody had quite won yet, and the tension was building higher. On Amy's turn, she paused before saying where she wanted what piece to go to, looking up at Holly. "Tell you, what I'm going to do, Granger. I'll make you a deal. Whoever loses has to jump into Hogwarts Lake after the game. Take it?"
Normally Holly wouldn't see to breaking such rules, sneaking out after hours, but angry at Amy as she was, she snatched the chance. "Stellar," she smirked.
But Amy wasn't done yet. " - And risk a little tête-à-tête with the giant squid. He won't hurt anyone, but I'll bet those tentacles are tangling good fun!"
"Even better!" Holly replied.
Amy grinned wider "Well, put on your swim fins, Granger, because -" She moved her last piece forward, "Checkmate."
* * *
Amy, Jenna, and a few other Gryffindors accompanied Holly as they went downstairs, out the Hogwarts door, and down to the lake. Gathering around the small dock, they watched as Holly climb up onto the structure and walked nervously out to the edge, to jump into the water. On the way out, she kept mumbling to herself.
"I'm so stupid, I didn't even see that move!" Holly cautiously toed the edge of the dock.
"Well, you'll have all the time you need to mull it over in the chattering cold water!" Amy called triumphantly at her, laughing with Jenna.
Feeling defeated, Holly finally held up her end of the bargain and dropped off the side of the dock and into the blackness of the lake. After another minute she bobbed back up to the surface, only to see that Amy and the others were quickly running off, deserting her. Fury welled up inside of her, but she didn't take much time to dwell on it as other emotions sooned engulfed her when she felt a large tentacle wrap around her waist.
Letting out a terrified yelp as she was pulled out of the water, Holly thrashed her body about, trying to free herself from the squid's grasp. Finally, after a few moments, he let go of her, depositing Holly back on the grass.
Wobbling extremely, Holly got up, wringing water from her school robes and her hair, dripping and soaked from head to toe. "Fine," she said icily. "If that's the way you want it, you'd better watch out, Weasley!"
* * *
To Be Continued