Parent Trap: The Dramione Version

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Chapter 5: Do You Believe in Magic

Last chapter:

"The letters to your parents will be sent today, informing them of your behaviour and the circumstance it has put you in."

They both cringed, neither of their parents would be happy about them being so severely punished.

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"Ugh, I can't let her find out, she'll kill me." Sandy muttered to herself after Professor Marva left.

"Famous goody two-shoes Hermione Granger couldn't have you get in trouble eh?"

"For your information, my mother broke plenty of rules when she was in school. At least she wasn't a slimy git like your dad."

"Don't talk about my father like that; you don't know anything about him."

"I know what Uncle Harry and Uncle Ron have told me."

"Oh yes, the great Harry Potter and Ron Weasley are to be worshipped and everything they say must be the truth."

"They wouldn't lie, and I don't worship them."

"Yeah right, the stupid Gryffindors."

"What do you have against Gryffindors? I mean, there's still the house rivalry after all these years but you dislike them for a different reason."

"They hate my dad, they never accepted that he wasn't evil I guess. Or maybe they just couldn't get over school grudges."

"My Uncles always complain about him."

"He defected in the war and fought on the light side instead, he fought against his family's side. Did they tell you that?" Andy spat.

"Yes, I never understood why they still hated him; they just said it was because he was an evil git. When I asked my mum about him she just stuttered something about him having fought on the light side during the war and then left the room."

"See, I told you Gryffindors hate him."

"Why?"

"They always hated him at school; I don't understand why they couldn't forgive him when he switched sides. Although he did get along with them for a little…for my mum's sake, she was a Gryffindor."

"Oh. What happened?"

"I don't know but he said she hates him now. They all do."

"Oh." There was a silence before Sandy spoke again. "You know, if we work together, we could intercept the letters. They're being sent tonight."

"Ok."

"So we have a deal?" Sandy stuck out her hand."

"Deal." Andy shook it. "This doesn't mean we're friends or anything."

"Of course not."

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Their feet creaked on the wooden boards and the whines of the wind were blended with the hoots of the owls. They waited in the owlery in silence; they saw Professor Marva attach a letter each to two owls. One letter was addressed to Draco Malfoy and the other to Hermione Granger. They both bore the Hogwarts crest. She released the owls and then hurried down the stairs, away from the chill. The two girls leapt onto the brooms they had brought and zoomed out in the direction of the owls. Luckily it was a clear night so they saw their targets and each zeroed in on them. They were soon close enough to grab the owls with their hands but instead they lowered themselves so they each flew directly beneath an owl.

"Stupefy!" They both yelled and the owls down towards them and they gently caught them before flying back to the balcony of the isolation room.

"Where are you?" Andy asked.

Sandy took off her disillusionment charm and Andy did the same. "I hope these were strong enough, I nearly had a heart attack when she glanced in my direction, I thought she saw me."

They laid the owls carefully on the table and detached the letters.

"Here's your mum's."

"Thanks, here's your dad's."

They read the letters and then sat down to pen the replies. They made sure that they wrote believable responses and forged their parents' handwriting.

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The next morning Professor Marva walked over to the Slytherin table. "Miss Granger, Miss Malfoy, I have received letters from both of your parents and they are understandably very angry with what you've done. Let's hope that you both learn your lesson and don't do it again." She turned and headed towards the staff table and the two girls grinned at each other, without realising what they were doing.

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A few weeks later…

"Oh Merlin." Andy groaned as her books fell to the floor. She started picking them up and Sandy helped her. They had become much more agreeable towards each other the days went by and they would help each other play pranks on mutual enemies. "Thanks."

"You're welcome. Oh here's your…"

"Cuppy." Andy smiled as she took the stuffed dragon toy that Sandy held, expecting her to mock her for having it at such an age.

Sandy smiled back instead. "Any of your pictures ruined?"

"Only the beautiful Joey Richter."

"Who?"

"You've never heard of Joey Richter?"

Sandy shook her head.

"Oh." They stared out the window, looking at the wind and rain and Sandy was reminded of when she was scared of thunderstorms when she was little. She realised how much she missed home. "Are you thinking about home?" Andy asked.

"Yes, how did you know?"

"I don't know; I just had a feeling. Where do you live?"

"London. Do you live in Malfoy manor?"

"Yeah."

"Wow, I bet it's amazing."

"It is really cool to have such a big house but it feels so lonely sometimes. Here's a picture of it." She showed Sandy a picture of a beautiful manor, with wrought iron gates, oak doors, and a thin beard of ivy. There was a man standing with his back to the camera and he turned his blond head around to smile.

"He didn't know I was taking the picture which is why he was turned around. He's kinda like my best friend, we do everything together."

Sandy stood up, feeling uncomfortable.

"What's the matter?" Andy frowned.

"Oh, it's chilly in here."

Andy got up, walked over to her trunk, and pulled out one of her muggle addictions, her father was too weak to say no to her cravings. "Want one?"

"Oh sure I love Oreos. At home, I eat them with…I eat them with peanut butter."

"You do? That is so weird, so do I." She retrieved a jar of peanut butter from her trunk.

"You're kidding. Most people find it totally disgusting."

"I know, I don't get it." Andy settled down next to her. "What's your dad like, I mean, is he the kind of father you can talk to or is he one of those workaholic types that's all 'talk to you later honey' but you know, never really does?"

"I don't have a father actually. I mean, I had one once I suppose, but my parents divorced years ago. My mother hardly mentions him, it's like he evaporated into thin air or something."

"It's scary the way nobody stays together anymore."

"Tell me about it."

"How old are you?"

"I'll be 12 on October 11th." Sandy smiled; it was only a few weeks away."

Andy choked on her cookie. "So will I."

"Your birthday's on October 11th?"

"Yeah"

"How weird is that?"

"Extremely. Oh hey, it's stopped raining. You wanna go get some Red Vines or something?" Andy went out onto the balcony and Sandy followed slowly.

"Andy, what's your mother like? I know you said she's a Gryffindor and that she was with your dad during the war."

"I never met her. My dad gave me a picture of her but I haven't looked at it yet. I'm scared to for some reason."

"My mum gave me a picture too; I haven't looked at it either, I'm scared too." Sandy admitted.

"We really wouldn't fit in Gryffindor. Look, I'm really thirsty you wanna go get a butterbeer from the Great Hall or something?"

"Will you stop thinking about your stomach at a time like this?" Sandy said; the gears in her head turning like her mother's.

"At a time like what?" Andy shrugged and followed Sandy back inside.

"Don't you realise what's happening? I mean, think about it. I only have a mother, and you only have a father. You've never seen your mum, and I've never seen my dad. You have one old picture of your mum, and I have one old picture of my dad. But, at least yours is a whole picture, I looked through the envelope and saw the outline and felt it. Mine's a pathetic little thing all crinkly and ripped right down the middle and…what are you rummaging in the trunk for?"

Andy stood up, clutching the envelope to her chest. "This is the picture of my mother, I checked it like you did…and it's ripped too."

"Right down the middle?"

"Right down the middle."

Sandy hurried over to the box in which she kept her unopened envelope and stood face to face with the other girl. "This is so freaky. Ok, on the count of three, we show them to each other, ok?"

"Okay." They both took out the pictures but made sure that they kept them pressed to their chests so that neither could see.

"One…" Sandy said.

"Two…" Andy stepped closer.

"Three!" Both of them said as two pictures were thrust together. They gasped and connected them to form one picture.

"That's my dad." Andy said.

"That's my mum." Sandy said before she heard a ringing. "That's the lunch bell."

"I'm not so hungry anymore. So if your mum is my mum, and my dad is your dad, and we're both born on October 11th, then you and I are like…like sisters."

"Sisters? Andy, we're like twins." She said before hugging her.

"I just…don't know what to say." Andy fiddled with something around her neck.

"My locket, I got it when I was born. It has an 'A' on it."

"I got mine when I was born too except mine has a 'C' on it."

Andy smiled as they shared this pointless piece of information. "Now I've got Goosebumps. Merlin, so I'm not an only child, I'm a twin, there's two of me…I mean two of us. This is like…"

"Mind boggling."

"Totally."

"Completely."

"Oh my wizard god." They both said before hugging their newly discovered sister again.

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"Tell me, what's mum like? Like, the real her, not what's in the Prophet." Andy asked as they lay in bed, they pushed their beds together and stuck their parents' picture above their bed. Sandy had been bothered by the fact that it wouldn't be fixed with a reparo but Andy had just said "Oh it's fine; we'll just put some tape on it." (As her father would.) Now it hung over them, their parents smiling at each other, frozen that way because it was muggle.

"Well, she works with potions, but I guess you knew that."

Andy nodded in reply.

"She's doing very well; she recently made a breakthrough with the safe use of the Bad Wolf potion."

"Wow."

"You know what's interesting; neither of our parents ever got married again. Has Dad ever been close to getting remarried?"

"Never, he always says I'm the only girl in his life."

"Yeah, Mum's never come close either."

They both rolled onto their backs and stared at the ceiling. Suddenly, Andy shot up like a rocketship. (Going to Pigfarts!)

"I have a brilliant, beyond brilliant idea. I'm serious, I am a total genius."

Sandy rolled her eyes and pulled herself up.

"You wanna know what Dad is like, right?" Andy asked.

"Right."

"And I'm dying to know mum. So what I'm thinking is…don't freak out ok?"

Sandy nodded quickly.

"I think we should switch places." Andy said.

Sandy opened her mouth to protest but Andy continued.

"When summer begins, I'll go back to London as you and you go back to Wiltshire as me."

"What?"

"Sandy, we can pull it off, we're twins aren't we?"

"Andy, we're totally and completely 100% different."

"So, what the problem? I'll teach you to be me and you teach me to be you. Look, I can do you already…Yes, you want to know the difference between us? I have class and you don't."

Sandy laughed.

"Come on Sand, I gotta meet my mum." Andy pouted.

"The truth is you know, if we switch, sooner or later, they'll have to un-switch us."

"And when they do they'll have to meet again, face to face."

"…After all these years."

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If one were to glance at the end of the Slytherin table, they would see two blond girls who once hated each other talking animatedly. In the library they would study diligently together, they would fly together and play Wizard chess and enjoy each other's company. They were inseparable. Their room was filled with pictures their families, labelled and annotated, and there were maps of their houses on the walls. If one were to look over at the lake sometimes they would see the two of them beside it, gambolling about, sharing the magic from both their wands and their hearts.

AN: Did you like it? And the references?

I know, Hogwarts doesn't have a lunch bell, but I wanted to keep that part.

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