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The Parent Trap
Chapter Two
Hilary
As the girls walked off, a limousine pulled up in front of the main lodge. The others who were still outside turned to get a better look. Who would be arriving in a limo to a summer camp? A driver, in a dark suit and matching cap, steps out and opens the stretch limo's back door. A British butler with perfect posture, wearing an elegant black suit, and had an extremely proper demeanor gets out of the fancy car. His name is Nicholas.
Nicholas leans into the back-seat and takes the hand of an elegantly dressed eleven year-old, Hilary Granger. Hilary is wearing a powder blue suit, carrying a matching purse and a small vanity case. Her hair is perfectly neat, waist-length, brown, and secured back with a blue headband.
As Hilary turns to Nicholas, the girls get a better look at her and realize she looks exactly like Hallie Potter! Same hair color, same eyes, same nose, same mouth, same height, same weight. Identical in every way.
"Well, here we are - Camp Walden For Girls," said Nicholas, who had strong British accent. He looked around at the busy and chaotic atmosphere and wrinkled his nose. "We travelled six thousand miles for...this?" he asked with obvious disdain.
Hilary also studied the camp. "It's rather picturesque, wouldn't you say?" she asked, also speaking with a British accent.
"I don't know if that's precisely the term I would use," commented Nicholas.
Hilary smiled as the limousine driver put four pieces of luggage in a straight line by the butler's side.
"So, let's review your Mother's list, shall we?" asked Nicholas, as he pulled out a small typed list. "Vitamins?"
"Check," answered Hilary, mentally forming the list in her mind.
"Minerals?"
"Check."
"List of daily intake of fruits and vegetables?"
"Check, check."
Nicholas looked up with a questioning look on his face.
Hilary, guessing from his expression said, "Check for fruits, check for vegetables. Go on," she urged.
Nicholas nodded and continued, "Herbal teas, sugarless candy, sun block, lip balm, insect repellent, umbrella, stationary, stamps, fountain pen, flashlight, batteries, photos of your mother, grandfather and of course..." he turned the page and said,"yours truly!"
"Got it all, I think," replied Hilary.
Nicholas, suddenly remembering something, pulled out a card case from his pocket. "Oh, and here's a little something from your grandfather: a brand new deck of cards," he said, handing the case to Hilary. "Maybe you'll find someone on this continent who can actually whip your tush at poker."
Hilary smiled, "I doubt it but thanks," and then she added, "And thanks for bringing me, Nicholas."
Nicholas was suddenly overwhelmed with emotion and looked away, looking as though he was ready to burst into tears. Then quickly grabbed Hilary, hugged her tightly, and then just as quickly, regains his dignity and steps away.
"And remember, if you change your mind and want me to pick you up at the end of camp, I'm only a phone-call away," he reminds her.
"I'll be fine," Hiary reassured him. "See you in eight weeks, Nick-ol'-pal."
"Eight weeks it is, Queen of My Heart."
Hilary put out her hand and Nicholas looked at it for a second before placing his hand over hers and they proceeded to do an extravanagantly worked out secret handshake with all kinds of moves in it, including a butt-bump, a wave under the chin, and a shimmy to-and-fro.
When it's over, Nicholas resumes his proper butler demeanor and gets into the limousine, which pulls away soon after.
"Hilary Granger?" came a voice a second after Nicholas left.
Hilary turned around in surprise and was greeted by Melissa McGonagall. "Yes, hello," she said. "I apologize if I'm late. My plane was fogged in leaving Heathrow," she explained. "You know how London is in June."
Melissa looked a bit confused and answered, "Can't say that I do. Never been to jolly-ol-England, but nevertheless, milady, welcome to the U.S. of A., and what we like to think of as the most beautiful spot on God's green earth - Camp Walden." She took a huge sniff of the air and muttered, "Oh, jeez, a bug flew up my nose!" and started swatting the air around her nose, generally looking like she was crazy.
Hilary was a little worried, "Are you all right?" She inwardly cursed herself as she remembered who this was supposed to be: Minerva McGonagall's, Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, neice. Of course she'd never been to the U.K., what a stupid thing to say when she had already been informed of that.
"Oh sure. Just one of the hazards of camp life," Melissa replied. She glanced at Hilary's nose and said, "You have a little shnoz...you'll be fine." Pointing at her own nose, she continued, "With this honker, you got problems." Then she noticed Hilary's luggage. "Okey-dokey, let's get this show on the road."
"Can you manage?" asked Hilary, doubting she could carry the luggage herself.
"Manage?" asked Melissa. "Uh, sure...suppose I can. Why not?" She awkardly gathered all of Hilary's luggage and led her towards her bunk.
As they walked to the lodge, Melissa kept stealing glances at Hilary. Finally she asked, "I know this sounds weird, but...have we met before?" Getting distracted as she was talking, Melissa accidently stepped in a gopher hole and stumbled forward.
"Met before?" questioned Hilary. "No, no, I don't think so," she said as she helped support her. "I'm positive I'd remember you."
A couple minutes later, they reached the Navajo Cabin. Huffing and puffing, Melissa led Hilary up the steps and to the wooden and mesh door.
"Showers are to your right, rec room's on the left. Mess Hall is straight ahead; chow's at seven, twelve-fifteen, and six-thirty. Mother gives five demerits for being tardy, so don't be," she explained.
Melissa held the screen door open with her leg as she balanced Hilary's suitcases under arms. "Welcome to the Navajos."
Inside, there were eight cots with seven girls unpacking and changing into their uniforms.
"New arrival, girls," announced Melissa. "Name's Granger."
A cherubic-looking, black girl with her hair in cornrows, looked up from her GameBoy. Her name was Tracy Atkins.
"Your name's Granger?" she asked, a strange look settling on her dark face.
"Hilary Granger," Melissa intervened. "Just arrived from London," she said, dropping Hilary's luggage. "First time in the country, I believe. Right, Hil?" she asked, as though she had known her forever.
"Yes, ma'am, just arrived this morning, which is actually is tonight for, which makes this tomorrow morning, which..." she trailed off as she noticed everyone watching her, "makes me a bit jet-lagged," she finished lamely. "This one mine?" she asked, changing the subject and pointing to an empty cot.
"Yep," answered Melissa. "Has to be made every morning, right after reveille. Mother's a stickler for neatness, so remember to police your area daily. Now, change into your uniform, Granger, chow's at thirteen-hundred...and Mother gives five demerits--"
Hilary cut Melissa short by finishing for her, "--for being tardy. I remember."
A freckle-faced camper with a CD Walkman around her neck caught Hilary's eye and smiled at her. Amanda Wheatly.
"But thank you for reminding me, ma'am," added Hilary.
Melissa grinned back, "Quite welcome, Granger." She started to leave and calle over her shoulder, "Introduce yourself, ladies. Be sociable."
She tripped over a sneaker on her way out and the girls held their laughter as she banged her head on the door frame. As soon as she was gone, all the girls burst into giggles.Marva trips over a sneaker on her way out. The Girls hold in their laughter as she BANGS her head on the door frame. As soon as she's gone, the Girls crack-up.
"How scary is it that that woman's in charge?" asked Amanda.
Hilary silently agreed.
A/N: Yeah, I know. Really short, but the story's just getting started. I know some of you complained about how much it was like the movie, but I had warned you of that in the summary. Don't worry though, I'll tie in some of my own parts a little later.
Who do you guys think should play Harry's fianceé? I was thinking maybe Cho, even though it's a little predictable. But so what? This whole fic's supposed to be predictable.