The Parent Trap
Disclaimer: Harry Potter doesn't belong to me!!! But the future students especially Harriet Marie (that's me!!), Millie, Samantha and Danielle do
belong to me!
Author's Note: Thanks so much for your reviews. I decided to reply to some of your reviews. I'd also like to thank the people who helped me with the camp counselor thing. I'm extremely sorry for the long wait for this chapter. I encountered some problems that I'd rather not talk about or remember at all. Again, I'm very sorry for the delay of chapter three. I will make it a point to post the next chapter after this as soon as I finish it. To my reviewers, thanks so much for your reviews! It really helps me to go on and improve. I think I've said everything I need to say so here's the next Chapter!!
Chapter 3 - Hiking With Anger
Harriet Marie's POV-
"Harriet, wake up!" I heard someone shout at my ear. I recognized the voice as Christine's.
"What?!" I said. I could hear the others packing their bags.
"We heard from the counselor that we're going to hike the whole day. That's why I shouted at you to wake up. I never knew a girl like you could sleep like a log," Christine teased. I sat up and saw Francesca waiting outside our bathroom and two other girls who is still don't know of.
"Morning, Francesca and-" I greeted the three girls.
"Arrianne Davidson," the girl introduced herself.
"Arrianne, nice name" I complimented. "I'm Harriet Marie Potter and you are-"I asked the girl behind Arrianne.
"I'm Betsy Devereaux," The girl said smiling
"That's a cute name, Betsy," I said. I found the name cute, really.
"Thanks. Actually, My full name is Elizabeth Anne"she replied smiling wider
"Who's in the bathroom?" I asked. I'm also excited to know the last campmate I don't know of in our cottage.
"Jasmine McGuire. You know what? She's in there for nearly 45 minutes. I wonder what she's doing in there?" Francesca said mischievously. I have a feeling she's doing anything but good to that Jasmine girl. I wasn't wrong-Francesca picked the lock on the bathroom door with her hairpin and opened the door. Suddenly, I heard a loud shriek from the bathroom.
"Hey! Have you ever heard of the word PRIVACY???" I heard the girl scream at Francesca. Francesca was laughing her heart out while Arrianne was overcome with giggles. Betsy was sniggering like mad. Christine and I quickly rushed there to see what they were laughing about. I saw a girl basking in the shower/bath tub (the one with the shower and under neath it is a bath tub instead of the bathroom floor) with a green paint on her face. I saw a diskman beside the bath tub. With her anger and green paint on, she closely resembles "the mask".
"Hey! I only did that because you're not being considerate," Francesca replied. She's getting irritated now because of Jasmine. "How long are you planning to stay in there? The whole day?" she asked. I'm sure she was being sarcastic and that this will surely lead to a fight.
"Okay, enough of that! There's no point in fighting if we're trying to prepare for the hike and prepare in a short time," I said. Wow! That's the first time I ever stopped a fight. Usually, it's my other friends who stop fights in Virginia.
"Alright. Just hurry up in there Jasmine. There's still three of us who will take a bath," Francesca said.
Hermione Lene's POV- (1 hour later)
KNOCK! KNOCK!
A loud knock on the door woke me up from my peaceful slumber. I, of course got irritated at this person who would knock the door on the wee hours of the morning. I could hear Jessica, Danielle, Samantha, Emma and Lila waking up because of the loud knock. "Hey! Who's that??!" Emma asked irritably. Suddenly, I heard someone shouting. "Open the door young ladies!" the voice said angrily It seems that the one who's knocking on our door is the counselor. All of us exchanged nervous looks. What is she going to do with us? No one seems to be keen enough to open that door because of the counselor's voice. So, without second thoughts, I volunteered. "I'll open the door."
I opened the door to see an irritable camp counselor. "Do you know how long I stayed in there knocking the door so that you would open it?" she asked, eyeing each of us. "Fifty minutes, girls. Fifty minutes. You know how much you can do with that time. So, as punishment, I will only give you will only have time to pack and change your clothes for five minutes. Understand?" She asked then glared at us. We just nodded. "Good. The other occupants of the other cottages are already in the assembly place for our hiking. It's by the lake. Oh! And I'd like to compliment you about locking the door. Not one of the campers of the other cottages ever thought of that," the counselor smiled at us then left.
"Did she just say hike?" Jessica asked. "Now what will we pack?"
"I read in a book that you should pack water, spare clothes and undies, small towel, and maybe a flashlight. Oh and bring some food. Didn't you read the camp checklist before you came?" I asked.
"Nope. I just let the maid do that and the packing," she replied.
"Check your things for that," I said. Right now, I'm trying to fit all my stuff in my bag.
"All in here!" she said. She got her smaller bag and fit all her things in. "Now, what will we wear?" she asked again. Now the other girls stopped to listen. Obviously they have no idea on what to wear. Good thing I read about hiking before going here.
"Well, preferably, wear jogging pants and a t-shirt. Don't think of wearing denims because it tends to be heavier when wet. Then, for the shoes, you may wear hiking boots or something. As long as you're comfortable and that the soles are not slippery," I said. I feel glad when I share information that everybody doesn't know.
Five minutes later, we went out of the cottage and quickly went to the assembly place. The counselor met us there.
"Good. You're on time," she said. "Now, the campers are divided into four groups. Meaning you will join the cottage members next to you. And that is, Cottage number seven," She said. Samantha smiled widely at this. Little did I know that this is the start of my one day of suffering. (Or is it more than one day?) "Now, we need a leader for the whole group. Someone who knows something about hiking," She said, looking at each of us. "Now, who do you think should be your leader?" the counselor asked.
"Millie!" my cottage mates shouted. I reddened. No one has ever volunteered my name before, even in my former muggle school. They just see me as a weak, bossy, know-it-all with the knobbly legs and the bushy hair.
"Huh? Why me? I've never hiked before!" I whispered to them.
"You've never hiked before? But, judging from what you said earlier, you sound like you've hiked lots of times," Emma asked.
"Well, you see, I have read lots of books about camping and hiking before I went here," I replied smugly.
"Alright, Millie is our leader for this group. Where's Millie?" the counselor asked.
"Here!" I said, approaching the counselor.
"Okay, you will lead your group in this hike. I will check on you once in a while okay? So here's the map of the forest you will hike on. Now, go on," she said.
Harriet Marie's POV-
Oh no! They made that girl our leader? And she doesn't even know how to hike, from what I heard from them! I would not let her beat me. Especially when I discovered that she doesn't know how to hike!
'Excuse me miss counselor!" I said as we made our way to the forest.
"Yes, Ms. Potter?" she asked me sharply.
"You see, I heard from them that that Millie Granger doesn't even know how to hike. I heard she just read safety procedures from her books so I think we should replace her with someone who knows how to," I said in my smallest voice.
"And I suppose that person you are referring to is you?" she replied. I could tell she is hiding her sneer. How annoying!
"Um. I hike in a forest near our house and came out there alive with my dad. You see, in that place, no one comes out alive so no one really goes there," I bragged. Maybe she would see how great I am at this.
"Sorry, girl but your camp mates already chose a leader and I only want one that could get along well with all of you and in some way or another, knows something about hiking and can handle you all," she said. Now I could see her sneer and mean voice. So much for being a leader huh? I was so annoyed with her that I stomped off and stepped on a puddle of mud. I didn't see what happened but I was sure that she was splashed with mud judging from her squeal. I quickly ran off and followed my group mates. Hopefully, that counselor will forget what happened and see that what happened earlier was an accident.
"Let's be careful when we're inside now, okay? So get these sticks in here," Millie said. She pointed to the ground where ten long sticks lay.
"Why do we have to carry sticks?" A girl, obviously Millie's cottage mate, asked.
"Because of last night's rain, the soil is muddy so you might slip. That's why you need those sticks. So that you can get extra support," I said, cutting of Millie as she began to explain the use of the stick. I saw her glare at me. I only smiled at her sarcastically.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~A few Hours Later~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"I'm really tired," I complained to Millie.
"Yeah. Me too," I heard Francesca and the others complain too.
"Okay, let's rest for a few minutes in here then we'll continue. We only have almost 2.5 kilometers of hike left. That's like a little more than a half hour," Millie said.
"Can we take a nap? I'm beat," Christine said.
"Maybe we should extend to 30 minutes for that. I'm kind of tired too," Millie replied. All of us agreed to that so we settled on a grassy area next to the path and a few meters next to a high cliff. I used my bag as a pillow and I quickly dozed off.
Hermione Lene's POV- (almost 20 minutes later)
"Millie! Millie! Wake up!" I felt someone slap me hard. It was Danielle Weasley.
"Huh? What's the matter?" my question was answered by a loud shout from the others.
"Help! Someone!" Jessica and Emma screamed. They were at the edge of the cliff looking below. I rushed there. I saw Harriet crouching down. She was about to fall, obviously because of heavy weight. I looked further and saw Jasmine McGuire clutching Harriet's arms for dear life.
Author's Note: Hey! Isn't this a great opportunity to leave you with a cliffhanger? Again, I apologize for the long wait. But I have messages for some of you, my reviewers.
To DucksRule: I've been working on my grammar and it's really hard for me. Thanks anyway for reminding me. I will work harder And check my grammar more often to make my fic much more readable. I really appreciate your reminder and that You also reviewed two chapters about this!
To White Dove, SummrMagic and Angl: Thanks for the answer about that counselor thing! I forgot what to call them so I asked for
Help.
To Star429: Thanks for the tip! Don't worry, I've been thinking about this for a long time and soon you will find my twist and the Slight difference between my fic and the original parent trap.
To wildgoldowl, Taffy,Final Spell, Sere-Sama, hermione- smarts23, R. Keener and Sugar Girl: Thanks for your comments! I really Appreciat e them!
Disclaimer: Harry Potter doesn't belong to me!!! But the future students especially Harriet Marie (that's me!!), Millie, Samantha and Danielle do
belong to me!
Author's Note: Thanks so much for your reviews. I decided to reply to some of your reviews. I'd also like to thank the people who helped me with the camp counselor thing. I'm extremely sorry for the long wait for this chapter. I encountered some problems that I'd rather not talk about or remember at all. Again, I'm very sorry for the delay of chapter three. I will make it a point to post the next chapter after this as soon as I finish it. To my reviewers, thanks so much for your reviews! It really helps me to go on and improve. I think I've said everything I need to say so here's the next Chapter!!
Chapter 3 - Hiking With Anger
Harriet Marie's POV-
"Harriet, wake up!" I heard someone shout at my ear. I recognized the voice as Christine's.
"What?!" I said. I could hear the others packing their bags.
"We heard from the counselor that we're going to hike the whole day. That's why I shouted at you to wake up. I never knew a girl like you could sleep like a log," Christine teased. I sat up and saw Francesca waiting outside our bathroom and two other girls who is still don't know of.
"Morning, Francesca and-" I greeted the three girls.
"Arrianne Davidson," the girl introduced herself.
"Arrianne, nice name" I complimented. "I'm Harriet Marie Potter and you are-"I asked the girl behind Arrianne.
"I'm Betsy Devereaux," The girl said smiling
"That's a cute name, Betsy," I said. I found the name cute, really.
"Thanks. Actually, My full name is Elizabeth Anne"she replied smiling wider
"Who's in the bathroom?" I asked. I'm also excited to know the last campmate I don't know of in our cottage.
"Jasmine McGuire. You know what? She's in there for nearly 45 minutes. I wonder what she's doing in there?" Francesca said mischievously. I have a feeling she's doing anything but good to that Jasmine girl. I wasn't wrong-Francesca picked the lock on the bathroom door with her hairpin and opened the door. Suddenly, I heard a loud shriek from the bathroom.
"Hey! Have you ever heard of the word PRIVACY???" I heard the girl scream at Francesca. Francesca was laughing her heart out while Arrianne was overcome with giggles. Betsy was sniggering like mad. Christine and I quickly rushed there to see what they were laughing about. I saw a girl basking in the shower/bath tub (the one with the shower and under neath it is a bath tub instead of the bathroom floor) with a green paint on her face. I saw a diskman beside the bath tub. With her anger and green paint on, she closely resembles "the mask".
"Hey! I only did that because you're not being considerate," Francesca replied. She's getting irritated now because of Jasmine. "How long are you planning to stay in there? The whole day?" she asked. I'm sure she was being sarcastic and that this will surely lead to a fight.
"Okay, enough of that! There's no point in fighting if we're trying to prepare for the hike and prepare in a short time," I said. Wow! That's the first time I ever stopped a fight. Usually, it's my other friends who stop fights in Virginia.
"Alright. Just hurry up in there Jasmine. There's still three of us who will take a bath," Francesca said.
Hermione Lene's POV- (1 hour later)
KNOCK! KNOCK!
A loud knock on the door woke me up from my peaceful slumber. I, of course got irritated at this person who would knock the door on the wee hours of the morning. I could hear Jessica, Danielle, Samantha, Emma and Lila waking up because of the loud knock. "Hey! Who's that??!" Emma asked irritably. Suddenly, I heard someone shouting. "Open the door young ladies!" the voice said angrily It seems that the one who's knocking on our door is the counselor. All of us exchanged nervous looks. What is she going to do with us? No one seems to be keen enough to open that door because of the counselor's voice. So, without second thoughts, I volunteered. "I'll open the door."
I opened the door to see an irritable camp counselor. "Do you know how long I stayed in there knocking the door so that you would open it?" she asked, eyeing each of us. "Fifty minutes, girls. Fifty minutes. You know how much you can do with that time. So, as punishment, I will only give you will only have time to pack and change your clothes for five minutes. Understand?" She asked then glared at us. We just nodded. "Good. The other occupants of the other cottages are already in the assembly place for our hiking. It's by the lake. Oh! And I'd like to compliment you about locking the door. Not one of the campers of the other cottages ever thought of that," the counselor smiled at us then left.
"Did she just say hike?" Jessica asked. "Now what will we pack?"
"I read in a book that you should pack water, spare clothes and undies, small towel, and maybe a flashlight. Oh and bring some food. Didn't you read the camp checklist before you came?" I asked.
"Nope. I just let the maid do that and the packing," she replied.
"Check your things for that," I said. Right now, I'm trying to fit all my stuff in my bag.
"All in here!" she said. She got her smaller bag and fit all her things in. "Now, what will we wear?" she asked again. Now the other girls stopped to listen. Obviously they have no idea on what to wear. Good thing I read about hiking before going here.
"Well, preferably, wear jogging pants and a t-shirt. Don't think of wearing denims because it tends to be heavier when wet. Then, for the shoes, you may wear hiking boots or something. As long as you're comfortable and that the soles are not slippery," I said. I feel glad when I share information that everybody doesn't know.
Five minutes later, we went out of the cottage and quickly went to the assembly place. The counselor met us there.
"Good. You're on time," she said. "Now, the campers are divided into four groups. Meaning you will join the cottage members next to you. And that is, Cottage number seven," She said. Samantha smiled widely at this. Little did I know that this is the start of my one day of suffering. (Or is it more than one day?) "Now, we need a leader for the whole group. Someone who knows something about hiking," She said, looking at each of us. "Now, who do you think should be your leader?" the counselor asked.
"Millie!" my cottage mates shouted. I reddened. No one has ever volunteered my name before, even in my former muggle school. They just see me as a weak, bossy, know-it-all with the knobbly legs and the bushy hair.
"Huh? Why me? I've never hiked before!" I whispered to them.
"You've never hiked before? But, judging from what you said earlier, you sound like you've hiked lots of times," Emma asked.
"Well, you see, I have read lots of books about camping and hiking before I went here," I replied smugly.
"Alright, Millie is our leader for this group. Where's Millie?" the counselor asked.
"Here!" I said, approaching the counselor.
"Okay, you will lead your group in this hike. I will check on you once in a while okay? So here's the map of the forest you will hike on. Now, go on," she said.
Harriet Marie's POV-
Oh no! They made that girl our leader? And she doesn't even know how to hike, from what I heard from them! I would not let her beat me. Especially when I discovered that she doesn't know how to hike!
'Excuse me miss counselor!" I said as we made our way to the forest.
"Yes, Ms. Potter?" she asked me sharply.
"You see, I heard from them that that Millie Granger doesn't even know how to hike. I heard she just read safety procedures from her books so I think we should replace her with someone who knows how to," I said in my smallest voice.
"And I suppose that person you are referring to is you?" she replied. I could tell she is hiding her sneer. How annoying!
"Um. I hike in a forest near our house and came out there alive with my dad. You see, in that place, no one comes out alive so no one really goes there," I bragged. Maybe she would see how great I am at this.
"Sorry, girl but your camp mates already chose a leader and I only want one that could get along well with all of you and in some way or another, knows something about hiking and can handle you all," she said. Now I could see her sneer and mean voice. So much for being a leader huh? I was so annoyed with her that I stomped off and stepped on a puddle of mud. I didn't see what happened but I was sure that she was splashed with mud judging from her squeal. I quickly ran off and followed my group mates. Hopefully, that counselor will forget what happened and see that what happened earlier was an accident.
"Let's be careful when we're inside now, okay? So get these sticks in here," Millie said. She pointed to the ground where ten long sticks lay.
"Why do we have to carry sticks?" A girl, obviously Millie's cottage mate, asked.
"Because of last night's rain, the soil is muddy so you might slip. That's why you need those sticks. So that you can get extra support," I said, cutting of Millie as she began to explain the use of the stick. I saw her glare at me. I only smiled at her sarcastically.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~A few Hours Later~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"I'm really tired," I complained to Millie.
"Yeah. Me too," I heard Francesca and the others complain too.
"Okay, let's rest for a few minutes in here then we'll continue. We only have almost 2.5 kilometers of hike left. That's like a little more than a half hour," Millie said.
"Can we take a nap? I'm beat," Christine said.
"Maybe we should extend to 30 minutes for that. I'm kind of tired too," Millie replied. All of us agreed to that so we settled on a grassy area next to the path and a few meters next to a high cliff. I used my bag as a pillow and I quickly dozed off.
Hermione Lene's POV- (almost 20 minutes later)
"Millie! Millie! Wake up!" I felt someone slap me hard. It was Danielle Weasley.
"Huh? What's the matter?" my question was answered by a loud shout from the others.
"Help! Someone!" Jessica and Emma screamed. They were at the edge of the cliff looking below. I rushed there. I saw Harriet crouching down. She was about to fall, obviously because of heavy weight. I looked further and saw Jasmine McGuire clutching Harriet's arms for dear life.
Author's Note: Hey! Isn't this a great opportunity to leave you with a cliffhanger? Again, I apologize for the long wait. But I have messages for some of you, my reviewers.
To DucksRule: I've been working on my grammar and it's really hard for me. Thanks anyway for reminding me. I will work harder And check my grammar more often to make my fic much more readable. I really appreciate your reminder and that You also reviewed two chapters about this!
To White Dove, SummrMagic and Angl: Thanks for the answer about that counselor thing! I forgot what to call them so I asked for
Help.
To Star429: Thanks for the tip! Don't worry, I've been thinking about this for a long time and soon you will find my twist and the Slight difference between my fic and the original parent trap.
To wildgoldowl, Taffy,Final Spell, Sere-Sama, hermione- smarts23, R. Keener and Sugar Girl: Thanks for your comments! I really Appreciat e them!