Title/Link: Parent Trap
Team: Appleby Arrows
Position: Keeper
Season 9 Round 9
Task: Meeting One's Doppelgangers
Bonus Prompts: n/a
Summary: Rosalind Granger and Hugo Diggory meet for the first time, at a Summer Camp meant for pre-Hogwarts aged wizards and witches. Coming face to face with the other, however, was like looking into a mirror. They could almost be twins! After the War; Cedric Lives!
Word Count: 1466
A/N: Writing this story basically made me want to rewatch the Lindsey Lohan movie of the same title xD I have not yet rewatched it, but when I do, please expect more chapters for this, because I'm now fascinated with the topic!
Thanks to my Captain DaughteroftheOneTrueKing, Grace, and the rest of my team for reading through and beta-ing.
I hope you enjoy! :)
"Parent Trap"
The Little Merlin Wizarding camp was a successful sleepaway summer camp that nearly everyone in Magical Britain sent their pre-Hogwarts aged children to, for at least one week a summer. The camp runs for the entire month of August, and children return home a day or two before the Hogwarts students return to Platform 9 ¾ . At these camps, the children socialize and make connections before they are divided by house loyalties. Activities during the camp, posed as games, help create a foundation of knowledge that Hogwarts will build upon in their following years. Some children have been coming to these camps for several years now, ever since they turned 6 years old. Others come one or two years later.
Rosalind Granger, however, was 11 years old when she first got to go to this summer camp. She would be starting Hogwarts in the fall, her birthday falling on September 2nd. She and her mother had just moved back to Britain from France due to her work, and while Rosalind was unhappy with having to be uprooted from her friends and the only life she'd ever known, she was slightly more excited at the chance of making new friends.
Rosalind, or Rose, was less than excited to be sent to a summer camp, however, especially as they still had to unpack from the move. She had a litany of books to reshelve, however the biggest item she had to unpack and organize was her collection of Hot Wheels toy cars. She had one of every car ever released, having inherited her grandfather's collection when he passed a few summers ago. Since then, Rose dedicated her life to improving her collection, spending her hard-earned pocket money to always get the latest releases.
So, Rose was in a particularly foul mood when she had to go to a summer camp, and she didn't even have time to unpack her Hot Wheels due to having to pack for camp. Her Mother stressed to her, however, that it was of great importance to develop friendships both in and out of her hobby spheres. She cited her relationships with Uncles Harry and Ron, and while Rose pretended to understand, she didn't really.
"But what hobbies do you share with them?" Rose had asked her mother one day. The older witch had merely replied with a smile.
"Some experiences just forge friendships. The three of us are Gryffindors. We just...fit together."
Rose had decided that it would be no use to argue further, and grumbled in private. She wouldn't have had to make new friends had they stayed in France their whole lives. Victoire and Dominique she would miss terribly, as well as Jean Paul, Margot, and Amelie. Curse her mother's job! She could have been going to Beauxbatons in the fall!
"Rose! It's time to go!" Her mother called up the stairs, and Rose grumbled once more for good measure before heading down, her packed duffle bag in hand. Her mother stood next to the fireplace, looking well put together and beautiful, like she always did. She was ready to see her off.
It was just the two of them, as far as Rose could remember. Her father left when she was a baby, and after a while, Rose just stopped asking about him. But she didn't need a day anyway, she thought as she sidled into her mother's side who drew her close and peppered kisses onto her hair. Hermione Granger was Mom and Dad both, and nothing could change that.
Rose dejectedly sat on her camp cot at the Little Merlin Wizarding camp. As she expected, some of the other kids had already formed cliques, and refused new people into their friend groups. One particularly nasty trio even called her Hugo!
Ugh.
She pulled a Hot Wheels car from her sleeve, where she had stashed it earlier that morning, gripping the metal toy tightly.
"Alright Cabin 3! Let's go to our first activity!" called the cabin's counselor. Rose tucked her Hot Wheel car away before standing to join her cabin mates. According to the schedule she had looked at, their first activity was called Runes and Crafts. Inwardly, she hoped there was something interesting to be learned there.
The cabins were separated by gender and age. Since she was one of a few 11 year olds, they were grouped up with the 10 year olds as well. To her, it looked like she would have to play nice with them all, if they were to be classmates in the fall.
Rose reached behind her to plait her dark, bushy hair that she inherited from her mother and put it up to get it off of her neck. British summers really were the worst, even with cooling charms.
"Diggory, what are you doing over-oh, it's just you, Granger," her camp counselor said, and Rose immediately looked her way, confused. "Nevermind! Here we are!" The counselor declared, and Rose looked up at the building in fascination. It looked like an old cabin with a screened-in porch, but when their counselor opened the door, the inside was updated and modern, with even a few muggle appliances!
And suddenly, Rose understood what kind of camp this was.
They all gathered around the instructor, joining the boys unit that was already there. They all listened intently to her opening spiel and instructions. They were each given a packet of materials, and they were to go around, look at the different rune clusters in different areas of the house, and pick one to translate. They would then come together again, and as a group figure out what the clusters did.
Rose looked in her packet to find a sheet of runes with translations, and she pulled it out along with the supplied pencil.
The instructor had finished talking, and Rose looked up to find out everyone else was pairing off, and she panicked slightly. Then, there came a tapping on her shoulder. She turned around and her breath hitched.
It was like looking in a mirror.
The boy who had tapped her shoulder instantly looked taken aback. "You look like me!" he whispered in awe. Rose just stared incredulously at him. Aside from his hair, which was obviously shorter than hers, Rose was convinced she could have been looking in a mirror. "I'm Hugo Diggory!" he suddenly declared before thrusting a hand out for her to shake. Rose grabbed it tentatively and shook.
"Rose Granger," she replied shyly. "This is my first year at camp."
"Ah!" he replied, grinning widely. "That's why I've never seen you before! Wanna partner up?" Rose nodded quickly, eliciting a laugh from Hugo. "Awesome! I always had to either do the work by myself, or join a group to make a trio. Now that you're here, we can pair up!"
"Don't you think this is a little weird, though?" Rose asked as they wandered the house, looking at the rune clusters to pick which one they wanted to work with. "I mean, you look like me!"
"You mean you look like me!" He retorted and she grinned at him.
"That's what I just said!" Hugo barked out a laugh.
"You did just say that, didn't you? Well, yeah, it's a little weird. We look so identical, it's like we're twins, or something!" And in that moment, something inside her just seemed to click into place, as if magic just affirmed their conclusion.
Both kids stopped short as they stared, wide eyed, at each other. They were twins…
"My mom is Hermione Granger, whom I've been living with in France for the past ten years of my life," Rose said all in one breath as they stopped before a rune cluster on the back of a radio that was playing soft music. "I never knew my dad. My mom refuses to speak of him."
"My dad is Cedric Diggory, and we've been in Britain my whole life. He refuses to speak of my mum, and has been so busy with his career that our House Elf Lolly basically raised me. Dad also doesn't talk about Mom. Changes the subject whenever I ask."
The two stared at each other incredulously before Rose suddenly hugged him. Hugo was taken aback, but soon clung to her just as tightly. When they pulled away from each other, Rose suddenly got an idea from an American movie she had once watched with her mother on the telly, back when they were in France.
"Do we want to try to get our parents back together?" She asked him. Hugo got a pensive look on his face.
"I don't even think my dad knows your-our mum is back in the country," he replied and she grinned.
"Have you ever heard of the movie The Parent Trap?"
A/N: So, that is the end of the fic! It's going to stay a one-shot for not, but perhaps may get continued in the future. Below is a section that I wrote that doesn't fit into the above as of right now, but I felt was too good to not keep in. Think of it as a teaser, if you will.
I hope you all enjoyed! :D
"You is not Little Master! Yous is Little Mistress! Oh, Lolly is so happy that little Mistress is finally home! But where is Little Master?" the House Elf wailed. Rose looked around frantically, to make sure no one heard.
"Shhhh! Lolly, you have to stay quiet! Hugo and I switched places while at camp! We're trying to get Mom and Dad back together!" Rose whispered. She paused upon seeing the wide smile on Lolly's face.
"Mistress Mione and Master Cedric together again? Oh yes, Lolly will help Little Master and Little Mistress! Lolly will have her family again!" Rose grinned in reply to the elf's enthusiasm.
"Okay, so here is the plan…"