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The Third Book in the Mr. and Mrs. Potter Trilogy

Like Father, Like Daughter

Chapter 2: Birthdays

Matthew POV

I woke up bright and early on July 23rd to see the sun crawling through my room. My room was painted a dark blue with a black border on the top and bottom for Ravenclaw. My laptop was lying on the small desk in the corner of my room. On the father side of my room there were two small chairs and around them all my spellbooks, quills and inkbottles were spread around.

I pulled the blankets off my body and made my way to the end of my bed where there were four owls on the end of my bed, all with a present attached to it's leg. The first was a black owl from my best mate Jake. I unwrapped his present to find a mixture of sweets from Honeydukes and a bunch of stuff of Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes.

The second was a regular brown barn owl. I took the package off its leg and recognized the familiar handwriting belonging to Hagrid. He had sent me a birthday cake an about a dozen of his rock cookies. The third was from my godparents, Lavender and Ron Weasley. Lavender sent some of her famous pies and Ron had sent a copy of 'The Fall of the Dark Lord.' A note was attached to it saying he might find it interesting for me to read.

The last was a beautiful snowy owl that had a black beak and black claws. It was almost as beautiful as it's owner, my other friend Michele. Inside her package were two books; one was Defensive Magic and How To Practice It. Another was Transfiguration: The Noble Art. Two books I had had my eye on. There was also a note from her.

'Dear Matt,

Hope you have a Happy Birthday. I'm writing also because I haven't gotten a letter from you all summer and I hope you are okay. Hopefully we'll see each other at Diagon Alley before school starts. I'm worried about you, please write back soon.

Love, Michele'

Well let me just say I have written letters, I just never sent any of them out. The truth was I had written 8 letters but never sent any of them out with Hedwig. I think the only thing I could do was write her letters. Every time I tried to do my homework I kept on thinking about her smile. Every time I opened a book I kept on thinking about the way she would bite her bottom lip when she knew something was wrong.

Maybe I should talk to Dad about this, it would be kind of an awkward thing if I went up to my Mom and said 'Mom, I like this girl at school and she is driving me crazy. I keep seeing this sparkle in her eye and it makes me fall just harder for her.' Yeah, I can totally picture that conversation.

With my Dad on the other hand, well, Dad and I haven't really had some good one on one talks. If there ever were, it would be how I should be more like him. Most of the time I just went to Mom with my problems but this one was different.

I grabbed my blue bathrobe and threw it on as I made my way down the stairs towards the kitchen.

I was greeted with bright colored confetti and a banner that read 'Happy Birthday Matt!' across the Kitchen wall. My Mom was working on breakfast while my Dad and Summer were sitting at the table. My Dad was sipping his coffee while Summer was flipping through her latest copy of Witch Weekly.

"Happy Birthday Matt." Mom greeted me as I made my way into the kitchen.

"Thanks Mom." I said as I walked past the kitchen and into the dining room. I took a seat opposite of Summer and next to my father.

"Dad, what do you think about the Quidditch League splitting into two? I mean one for guys and another for girls?" Summer asked.

"I think if we do that we will be turning into Muggles." Dad said not even looking at her. He continued to read the Daily Prophet.

Summer grabbed her magazine and left the room. She muttered something about 'I've got better things to do' and disappeared out of sight. I checked behind me and saw Mom had left the kitchen and it was only Dad and I.

"Um, Dad." I began.

"Yeah Matt?" he asked dropping the Daily Prophet.

"Well, I need to ask you about, well, girl stuff." I began.

Dad placed the newspaper aside and looked straight at me. "What kind of girl stuff, you don't need the, talk, right?" Dad asked.

"God no, I mean, there's this girl." I began.

"What's her name?" Dad butted in.

"Michele, and the weirdest thing it, that I can't stop thinking about her and every time I try to read a book or do my homework, I keep thinking about her smile and the way she does little stuff and the way she acts." I went on.

"I need to ask you one thing though." Dad spoke up. "Do you see a sparkle in her eye?"

"Yeah why?"

"Son, I believe I should inform you about the sparkle. See Ron had to tell me what it meant and your Godmother told your mom what it meant."

"Wait, you mean everyone can see them?" I butted in.

"Well no. You see a sparkle in the person's eye when you and her are meant for each other." Dad explained.

"Well that makes sense I mean I can't stop thinking about her."

"That's the same way I felt about your mother. See I always see a sparkle in her eye even though you can't." Dad pointed out.

"Yeah I get it but what do I do?" I asked.

"Well there is only one thing to do, you have to tell her. You and Michele are meant for one another, like your Mom and I are meant for each other. But this is late. Mom saw it in me her first year, of course she didn't know what it meant of course till her seventh." Dad went on.

"Yeah Dad, I get the picture. I gotta go. And thanks."

"Don't mention it. And do me a favor and don't tell Summer about this. I don't want to be the one to explain this to her. That's your mother's job to do." Dad said before I left.

"As long as you don't tell mum I fancy a girl."

"Deal."

Harry POV

I woke up late on the morning of the 31st. I reached my arm out to the left and felt around the empty sheets. I shot up and saw Hermione had already left our bedroom. This wasn't like her, usually she would wake me up and kiss me good morning before she went off and took a shower. I changed into decent clothes before I headed down stairs. Although it wasn't before long, when I was on the second landing when Hermione came into view. She was carrying a tray of pancakes, eggs, toast, bacon, and orange juice.

"Shoot, you weren't suppose to have woken up until I got up there." Hermione said.

"It is perfect all the same." I replied.

"Well Happy Birthday darling, Matthew and Summer are at the Weasley's with Ron and Lavender and their kids." Hermione answered coming up to my level.

"Marvelous, so let's head up and eat?" I asked.

"All what I planned." Hermione said leading me up to our bedroom on the third landing. This floor was different from any of the others. The kids were not allowed to come up here because once you reached the last step you were in Hermione and mine's bedroom. There was another door to the side were our bathroom was but the floor was just as big as the second.

Later on that day I showered, put some of my best clothes on and that evening I found myself in the backyard sitting under the stars and moon enjoying dinner with 'Mione. She was wearing one of her usual stunning dresses.

"18 years later and you are still as beautiful as the day I married you." I broke the silence between us.

"17." Hermione almost whispered.

"Has it been that long?" I covered up.

"You better be lucky it's your birthday, or else I would have to hex you my darling." Hermione teased me.

"Yes, and dinner has been excellent. I cannot think of anything else I would rather be doing right now then enjoy a firewhisky with my wife." I exclaimed.

"Well Happy Birthday once again Harry." Hermione toasted.

"Thank you, once again." I smiled.

"Anyways, your present it in the sitting room downstairs, when you feel like opening it." Hermione said taking a sip of her drink.

"You couldn't of brought it out here?" I asked.

"No way, it's way too heavy." Hermione winked at me.

"Okay, now I got to go and see this." I said placing my drink down on the table and standing up. Hermione followed me as I entered the house and walked through the hallway and into the sitting room by the front door.

The moment I walked in I was stunned. The old grandfather clock we had was gone replaced by another clock. I have only seen one other like it. It had four hands and they all turned to 'Home.' Each hand had a face and the names of the person 'Harry' 'Hermione' 'Matthew' 'Summer'.

"Mrs. Weasley told me where I could get one. I knew you always wanted one after I had Matthew." Hermione spoke up from behind me. I turned and saw her leaning against the doorway. I walked up and placed my hand on the oak wood. "Do you like it?" she asked.

I turned and walked over to her, wrapping my arms around her waist and bent down to kiss her soft lips.

"I take that as a yes?" Hermione said as soon as I pulled apart.

All I could do was smile.

Now, a little message to allmy reviewers, which should encourage you all to review!

rodrigo: awww, that's a sweet thing to say, seeing as how you actually read You're the One That I Want. Thanks for the review and I hope you loved this chapter.

LilahLee: Hehehehehehe. I like it too! XD!

harryhermione4ever: It is a great sequel for a sequel isn't it?

HelloKitty14: You better not promise it, or else I might have to hold you to it! Anyways, how could I not dedicate this to you, your the one who inspired me to even wirte this. Without you, I would be releasing my new story, which I think will be awesome. I have been having a lot of Harry Hermione story ideas lately, dunno if they will come out of my head though.

pumpkinpie4ever: Well that's odd. I mean I look like my dad but my sister is just plain weird!

Paxton V. French: Of course I am not going to stop there, if I did what kind of person would I be?

HarmonyRonita: it's perfect? I hope thats what you were trying to say, THANK YOU!

me: Okay, I may not be the best in grammer, but go lecture someone else. I've gotten enough of these comments to fill the Rose Bowl up with.

HERES A LESSON FOR EVERYONE! If you want to be a smart ass and say, 'Oh you did this and that wrong' I have one thing to tell you. I am not perfect, I am not God who decided to write a Harry Potter fanfiction. I am sick of people giving me grammer lessons as if I don't get enough with school. Why don't you write your own stuff and let me do my own stuff.