Post by QuillofMinerva on Mar 6, 2005 14:55:30 GMT -5
The Parent Trap
Disclaimer: Hogwarts, Albus, Minerva, and Aberforth do not only belong to us but are the creation of JK Rowling. But we do own the original characters you will read about in this story. The idea is from a Disney film called The Parent Trap.
Summary: Two girls meet in a busy Diagon Alley. They discover a secret that has been kept from them for ten years. Can they bring the secret out into the open and bring their parents back together? AD/MM.
A/N: This is a joint story written with Ang from Hogwarts Duo. It was based on the film The Parent Trap but we have added a magical touch to it. Ang and I are taking turns to write a chapter each so this one is by me and the next from Ang. We hope you enjoy it.
Chapter One:
Albus Dumbledore, the Deputy Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry pressed the tips of his long fingers against his temples and sighed. Albus was acting as Headmaster of Hogwarts because Armando Dippet had been taken ill and had asked Albus to take over the reins for a little while. Headmaster Dippet had been prone to illnesses in recent months and it had been said that he was grooming Albus to take over as Headmaster at some point in the future.
Albus had no idea what Armando had to deal with on a daily basis, especially the owls he would receive asking for his help. He glanced up at the large ornate grandfather clock that had stood in the Headmaster’s office since the days of the founders. He was dismayed to find it earlier than he had expected. It had already felt like a long day at work but it wasn’t even lunchtime yet. His day had started earlier than usual because a ministry owl had awoken him. The owl had dropped a large stack of letters on his lap before flying out into the morning sky. Albus had spent the morning answering owl after owl from the current Minister of Magic and it was tiresome job. Albus was sure that helping out the Minister wasn’t in his job description as acting Headmaster of Hogwarts.
As well as answering the owls from the Minister, the reluctantly famous wizard was also looking for a new professor. The position that needed filling was very important considering what had happened with Grindelwald a few years earlier and he needed to find the right witch or wizard for the job. The previous professor had only taught for four months before deciding that he didn’t like teaching children after all and had left half way through the term. Albus had started his teaching career in the Defence Against the Dark Arts position but the Headmaster had asked him to consider a subject change not long after the first year. Dippet felt that while Albus was extremely gifted and talented in the Dark Arts, his true love was transfiguration. So, in the summer of 1940 the Headmaster granted him the wonderful opportunity to teach his beloved Transfiguration. Now, Armando was practically begging Albus to find someone else for the Defence Against the Dark Arts position that had been recently vacated, knowing that with Albus’ experience he would be the best person to choose a replacement for the critical job. The last man had left abruptly so Albus was forced to make a quick decision so that classes could continue as normal.
He had gone through applicants and hadn’t felt drawn to any of them. Yes, they seemed to be experts in the field of the Dark Arts but they hadn’t seemed to have lived their lives fully. They had spent all their time training and hadn’t gone out to see the world and see what it could offer. They offered no life experiences to the students they would be teaching. He liked to work along side professors who offered something else besides knowledge of magic. He felt it would encourage the students to aim for better things and not get drawn into anything they would find it hard to break free from.
A short, sharp knock on the heavy wooden door of his office gave him the much needed and most welcomed break from his musings and letter writing. The door swung open and a girl of eleven poked her head around it and smiled in his direction. She walked in with a grace that Albus had always associated with cats and it was also a reminder of someone who would always remain within his heart. The girl had long ebony coloured hair that was fixed in a French plait with twinkling blue eyes. She was tall for her age and had been blessed with a small body frame much like her mothers.
“Papa!” she said with a small smile as she slid on to his lap.
“Hello sweet pea,” he answered before pressing a tender kiss on to her temple. “How are you today?”
“I got my letter,” she said as she rooted around in her robe pockets for a while before pulling out a crumpled piece of familiar looking parchment. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
Albus chuckled at his daughters’ question. She had been asking every day since her eleventh birthday about her letter from Hogwarts but he had remained tight lipped about it. He had wanted to be there when she received it with the morning post but because he had been in his office answering owls, he had missed one of his daughter’s most important milestones.
“Your letter?” he asked, trying to sound confused.
His daughter looked at him sternly and Albus felt a pang of hurt as she looked at him like that. She had so many of her mother’s characteristics and at times it felt like it wasn’t his daughter in front of him but rather her mother.
“Papa, my letter from Hogwarts,” she told him with a sigh. She knew he was teasing her but sometimes that frustrated her. “Can we go to Diagon Alley today to get my stuff?”
“Evie,” answered Albus reluctantly “I cant today. I am still tied up with work at the moment.”
She looked into his father’s eyes and tried to hide her disappointment. She knew that her father was often busy and she didn’t mind that as it gave her the chance to be independent from him but sometimes, she wished that he could just be her dad and not Albus Dumbledore. She had often wondered what it would have been like if her parents hadn’t spilt up when she had been a baby. Would things have been different? Would her mother be taking her to Diagon Alley? Would they have gone as a family?
“It’s fine,” she said as she plastered a false smile on her face.
“No, it’s not Evie and I am sorry for letting you down,” replied Albus sadly. “I know Aberforth or even Hagrid would love to take you, if you wanted to go today.”
Evie brightened up when she heard her uncle’s name. She had no words to describe him but all she knew was that she loved him and found him interesting. She didn’t see nearly as much of him as she would have liked because he lived at the Dumbledore Estate with his goats. She had always liked visiting him in the spring with her father because she would always get the opportunity to feed the babies. She had asked her father if she could take one home and was surprised when her uncle said that he couldn’t bear to be parted from his family. Evie had been confused by that and had asked her him ‘How come he didn’t mind not being with her and her father?’ Aberforth had mumbled a reply sounding something along the lines of ‘Because your father is big enough and ugly enough to look after himself but I miss my favourite niece.’
“I take it you want me to contact your uncle then,” said Albus. He could always tell when his daughter thought about her uncle because her eyes always gleamed with mischievousness.
“Yes please Papa,” she said as she hugged him. “I’ll get us some treats from Honeydukes on the way back from Diagon Alley but I will need some money.”
“I will give you some pocket money,” he told her with a smile “and Ill give Aberforth the keys to your vault at the bank. Make sure he doesn’t loose them.”
Evie smiled and slid off her father’s lap. She kissed him softly before running out of the office to get ready for her outing with her uncle. Albus set about contacting his brother who was delighted to have been asked to take her shopping for her Hogwarts supplies. Albus smiled at his brothers’ enthusiasm but it also pulled at his heartstrings. He had been looking forward to this day for eleven years and now it had come but he couldn’t enjoy it with her. Maybe if he had been only a professor instead of the Deputy Headmaster he wouldn’t have had to miss out on this. Albus hoped that this daughter wouldn’t hold it against him for long but he did promise her that if he was able to finish his paperwork then he would met up with them and get an ice cream.
He watched his daughter and his only brother walk hand in hand down the corridor and his mind wandered to someone else. He knew that another letter would have been delivered that morning and he wondered how the news had been taken.
To be continued.
Disclaimer: Hogwarts, Albus, Minerva, and Aberforth do not only belong to us but are the creation of JK Rowling. But we do own the original characters you will read about in this story. The idea is from a Disney film called The Parent Trap.
Summary: Two girls meet in a busy Diagon Alley. They discover a secret that has been kept from them for ten years. Can they bring the secret out into the open and bring their parents back together? AD/MM.
A/N: This is a joint story written with Ang from Hogwarts Duo. It was based on the film The Parent Trap but we have added a magical touch to it. Ang and I are taking turns to write a chapter each so this one is by me and the next from Ang. We hope you enjoy it.
Chapter One:
Albus Dumbledore, the Deputy Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry pressed the tips of his long fingers against his temples and sighed. Albus was acting as Headmaster of Hogwarts because Armando Dippet had been taken ill and had asked Albus to take over the reins for a little while. Headmaster Dippet had been prone to illnesses in recent months and it had been said that he was grooming Albus to take over as Headmaster at some point in the future.
Albus had no idea what Armando had to deal with on a daily basis, especially the owls he would receive asking for his help. He glanced up at the large ornate grandfather clock that had stood in the Headmaster’s office since the days of the founders. He was dismayed to find it earlier than he had expected. It had already felt like a long day at work but it wasn’t even lunchtime yet. His day had started earlier than usual because a ministry owl had awoken him. The owl had dropped a large stack of letters on his lap before flying out into the morning sky. Albus had spent the morning answering owl after owl from the current Minister of Magic and it was tiresome job. Albus was sure that helping out the Minister wasn’t in his job description as acting Headmaster of Hogwarts.
As well as answering the owls from the Minister, the reluctantly famous wizard was also looking for a new professor. The position that needed filling was very important considering what had happened with Grindelwald a few years earlier and he needed to find the right witch or wizard for the job. The previous professor had only taught for four months before deciding that he didn’t like teaching children after all and had left half way through the term. Albus had started his teaching career in the Defence Against the Dark Arts position but the Headmaster had asked him to consider a subject change not long after the first year. Dippet felt that while Albus was extremely gifted and talented in the Dark Arts, his true love was transfiguration. So, in the summer of 1940 the Headmaster granted him the wonderful opportunity to teach his beloved Transfiguration. Now, Armando was practically begging Albus to find someone else for the Defence Against the Dark Arts position that had been recently vacated, knowing that with Albus’ experience he would be the best person to choose a replacement for the critical job. The last man had left abruptly so Albus was forced to make a quick decision so that classes could continue as normal.
He had gone through applicants and hadn’t felt drawn to any of them. Yes, they seemed to be experts in the field of the Dark Arts but they hadn’t seemed to have lived their lives fully. They had spent all their time training and hadn’t gone out to see the world and see what it could offer. They offered no life experiences to the students they would be teaching. He liked to work along side professors who offered something else besides knowledge of magic. He felt it would encourage the students to aim for better things and not get drawn into anything they would find it hard to break free from.
A short, sharp knock on the heavy wooden door of his office gave him the much needed and most welcomed break from his musings and letter writing. The door swung open and a girl of eleven poked her head around it and smiled in his direction. She walked in with a grace that Albus had always associated with cats and it was also a reminder of someone who would always remain within his heart. The girl had long ebony coloured hair that was fixed in a French plait with twinkling blue eyes. She was tall for her age and had been blessed with a small body frame much like her mothers.
“Papa!” she said with a small smile as she slid on to his lap.
“Hello sweet pea,” he answered before pressing a tender kiss on to her temple. “How are you today?”
“I got my letter,” she said as she rooted around in her robe pockets for a while before pulling out a crumpled piece of familiar looking parchment. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
Albus chuckled at his daughters’ question. She had been asking every day since her eleventh birthday about her letter from Hogwarts but he had remained tight lipped about it. He had wanted to be there when she received it with the morning post but because he had been in his office answering owls, he had missed one of his daughter’s most important milestones.
“Your letter?” he asked, trying to sound confused.
His daughter looked at him sternly and Albus felt a pang of hurt as she looked at him like that. She had so many of her mother’s characteristics and at times it felt like it wasn’t his daughter in front of him but rather her mother.
“Papa, my letter from Hogwarts,” she told him with a sigh. She knew he was teasing her but sometimes that frustrated her. “Can we go to Diagon Alley today to get my stuff?”
“Evie,” answered Albus reluctantly “I cant today. I am still tied up with work at the moment.”
She looked into his father’s eyes and tried to hide her disappointment. She knew that her father was often busy and she didn’t mind that as it gave her the chance to be independent from him but sometimes, she wished that he could just be her dad and not Albus Dumbledore. She had often wondered what it would have been like if her parents hadn’t spilt up when she had been a baby. Would things have been different? Would her mother be taking her to Diagon Alley? Would they have gone as a family?
“It’s fine,” she said as she plastered a false smile on her face.
“No, it’s not Evie and I am sorry for letting you down,” replied Albus sadly. “I know Aberforth or even Hagrid would love to take you, if you wanted to go today.”
Evie brightened up when she heard her uncle’s name. She had no words to describe him but all she knew was that she loved him and found him interesting. She didn’t see nearly as much of him as she would have liked because he lived at the Dumbledore Estate with his goats. She had always liked visiting him in the spring with her father because she would always get the opportunity to feed the babies. She had asked her father if she could take one home and was surprised when her uncle said that he couldn’t bear to be parted from his family. Evie had been confused by that and had asked her him ‘How come he didn’t mind not being with her and her father?’ Aberforth had mumbled a reply sounding something along the lines of ‘Because your father is big enough and ugly enough to look after himself but I miss my favourite niece.’
“I take it you want me to contact your uncle then,” said Albus. He could always tell when his daughter thought about her uncle because her eyes always gleamed with mischievousness.
“Yes please Papa,” she said as she hugged him. “I’ll get us some treats from Honeydukes on the way back from Diagon Alley but I will need some money.”
“I will give you some pocket money,” he told her with a smile “and Ill give Aberforth the keys to your vault at the bank. Make sure he doesn’t loose them.”
Evie smiled and slid off her father’s lap. She kissed him softly before running out of the office to get ready for her outing with her uncle. Albus set about contacting his brother who was delighted to have been asked to take her shopping for her Hogwarts supplies. Albus smiled at his brothers’ enthusiasm but it also pulled at his heartstrings. He had been looking forward to this day for eleven years and now it had come but he couldn’t enjoy it with her. Maybe if he had been only a professor instead of the Deputy Headmaster he wouldn’t have had to miss out on this. Albus hoped that this daughter wouldn’t hold it against him for long but he did promise her that if he was able to finish his paperwork then he would met up with them and get an ice cream.
He watched his daughter and his only brother walk hand in hand down the corridor and his mind wandered to someone else. He knew that another letter would have been delivered that morning and he wondered how the news had been taken.
To be continued.
I can't believe I've missed the start of this story. 
