Yes I know I said I would update faster but I wasn't that motivated to write due to a lack of reviews. And I did not realise how busy school would be. From now on I will only update on time if I receive at least three reviews if I don't receive 3 reviews I'll update when I feel like it. I got a third review this morning that motivated me to write. So thanks to those who reviewed here's the next installment of Parent Trap.

Caitlyn could not believe how big MAG was in person. She had read everything she could find on the school and even convinced her father to buy her an unpublished account on the school. Between all of her research and packing she hadn't even had time to fly on her new broom yet. The Lightning Bolt Seeker's Edition.

But now that she was here at orientation she was glad that she had read all she had. It felt great to be ahead of all of the other kids. Of course she wasn't going to share her knowledge with the rest of her year. No that would be her's and select friends only. The only problem was that there were so many people here and she didn't know where to start.

When she arrived she saw the quidditch pitches right away. What she didn't get though was were the third pitch was. She had read that there were three pitches. One for each of the two leagues and one for practice. 'I guess I'll find out soon.' Caitlyn thought. She looked around and saw the track. Caitlyn had read that there was an elective where you got to build chariots and race them against other groups. Too bad it was for second years and up.

As soon as the sorting began Caitlyn nearly pissed herself. 'What if I'm not good enough for any house? What if they say sorry there's been a mistake?' She took a deep breath pricked herself and counted the drops. When it got to seven Caitlyn looked down and saw her name. She was so relieved that she forgot to check what house she was in though. After she realized her mistake she swore and recieved a look from Professor Mars.

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That night at dinner Caitlyn couldn't stop talking about everything she'd learned at orientation that day. Harry just nodded and smiled and occasionally made fun of her. She gave him a pout that shut him up though.

"Honestly Dad how can you be so immature? We have a major problem on the line. I forgot to check what house I was in and the headmistress said I'd need to wait for the first day of classes to check. How am I suppose to live without knowing!? Oh and did I tell you how we're sorted yet? Well we just prick are finger with a knife, count seven drops of blood, tap the wound abra cadabra we are sorted. It's amazing! I bet school will be so much fun. And quidditch try outs. I can't wait Dad."

"Cait slow down,-"

"Harry just because I am excited does not mean I don't notice when you call me Cait or Caity it's Caitlyn. Now father please if you could kindly just call me by my full name and not some childish nickname then I will go back to calling you Dad."

"As I was saying before someone very rudely interrupted me," Caitlyn stuck her tongue out at this. "Real mature."

"I'm eleven and what can I say the Americans are rubbing off on me."

"Okay now anyways for quidditch tryouts try to get a spot on the all star team. You aren't just a normal quidditch player you are my daughter. Now it's bed time. So see you in the morning sweetie."

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As orientation zoomed by Caitlyn started becoming friends with a group of other girls. They were Charlotte Goldstein, a tall girl who was also from Britain with black hair down to her butt; Lucy Appleton, a loud American half-blood from New York, with a love for all things British; and Jessica Chrome,a quiet but smart girl from Boston, Massachusetts in America.

So the last day of orientation when they had quidditch try outs the quartet arrived at the pitch ready to try out. Eight kids would make the team. Charlotte wanted to play chaser; Lucy wanted to be a beater; and Jessica was terrified of heights. They all wished each other good luck and got into line to try out for their position.

Caitlyn was 93.78% sure that she would get a spot as seeker. There were two seeker spots open due to the all star team still needing a seeker and her dad was the youngest seeker in a century so if he could do it so could she. Her father had also mentioned that her mother played quidditch. He didn't say what position though.

"Next!" That was her Caitlyn took a deep breath and smiled at the captain for the all star team. Because the all star team needed a seeker as well it's captain was judging the seeker try outs and who ever did best made all star and the runner up got a slot on the first year team.

"Hi, I'm Caitlyn Potter and I'm trying out for seeker obviously."

"Alright Caitlyn let's see you fly some laps around the pitch to check out your speed. Go as fast as you can and do ten laps. The ten people with the best time will move on to the next round of the try outs." Caitlyn started out slow then picked up in speed. She loved how it felt to fly. She felt like she was free and could do anything she wanted. To her flying was like letting all of her problems just flow away like they were non-existent. When she made it back the Captain Louis Burke nodded and marked her time down. About ten minutes later the people moving on were announced.

"Okay so here's the list of those moving on to the next wound of seeker try outs. If your name is called just fly over to the far hoops." Louis announced while pointing to a set of hoops in the distance.

"The people moving on are:
Michael Bronice
Chi Cato
Kanea Cato
Thomas Freedman
Anthony Hicks
Theresa Lawler
Austin Nott
Caitlyn Potter
Vincent Swintosky
And lastly Iris Weasley"

The ten people moving on all raced to the goal hoops and awaited further instructions. All ten children looked excited and confident. Soon the ten became eight as the Cato twins both fell off their brooms when diving. The eight lowered to five when Freedman, Hicks, and Lawler all failed to catch golf balls. Nott failed at a Wonsky Feint. It was down to four people.

They were paired up and faced off in an obstacle course. Caitlyn was excited when she beat Michael Bronice and watched as Swintosky lost to Weasley. This was it she thought. Burke brought over a snitch and explained that whoever caught it would be seeker. He blindfolded them both for ten seconds after releasing the snitch then they were off.

Caitlyn was flying around searching for a snitch in the sky but the sun kept getting in her eyes. So she tried flying in dives to look instead. After what felt like hours but was only forty five minutes she saw a glimpse of something gold. She dove for it. Unfortunately Weasley saw it too. They both sped towards it at top speed. Luckily Caityln had been closer so she kept pushing her broom faster. As soon as her fingers closed around the snitch Weasley's closed around her hand.

Burke blew his whistle and the girls landed. He congratulated them both and told them to shake hands for a well fought battle. Caitlyn turned but the Weasel refused to look at her. 'Can you believe what she's doing. Ridiculous isn't it!' Caitlyn thought.

"Look I know you aren't happy that I beat you but you still made the first year game. And you were really good. Good game Weasley." The Weasel still refused to shake her hand.

"Is my hand dirty or something? Then I don't see why you can't shake it. Where you raised in a barn yard? Didn't your parents teach you some basic manners? Guess not then. Well if you don't want to shake so be it. I don't have time to waste on Weasels like you. Goodbye Weasel." As Caitlyn turned to walk away she felt a fist collide with her back.

"How's that for some manners huh Potty?"

"Well I wouldn't call it manners but it's a start." Soon the two girls were bickering and circling so much it made Louis dizzy.

"Well look Iris, Caitlyn or Caitlyn, Iris. Ahh Girls! You need to stop this bickering and nonsense now." By now there was a small crowd gathered.

"You think you are so cool because your daddy's the defeater of Voldemort well-" Whatever Iris was going to say was cut off by Burke's whistle.

"Why's everyone staring at us?" Iris asked.

"Can't you see it?"

"See what?"

"How we look alike dumby."

"Hmm. Well let's see turn around, again, okay. Well your feet are a bit large, and your hands poor soul. As for your teeth you'll grow into them don't worry. Remember though these natural disasters can be healed with a simple wave of a wand so I don't think you'll be stuck like this forever. Do you want to know the real difference though?"

"That I'm a decent person and you aren't or I can play quidditch and you can't. Take your pick Weasel."

"No, no, no don't be silly Caity dear. I was thinking more along the lines that I look good in robes while you look like Babbity Rabbity."

"Well it's good to see we are on the same page then. And it's Potter not Caity." Both girls then promptly stormed off.

Once orientation was dismissed Caitlyn got home and confronted her father about her teeth.

"Do they really look too big?"

"No Caitlyn they don't now go to bed already. I think you look great anyways. Now don't worry about what some jerk at school says. See you in the morning.

And what do you think? Next chapter will have both pov's and be the start of the school year at last!
~HPHGPJGONE