A/N: TECHNICALLY this is the third and final book in the Mr. and Mrs. Potter series. If I were you the reader right now, I would just continue reading this story. I will have flashbacks through the entire story.

If you insist on reading the previous books in this series I would read The Price of Love. Don't even think about touching You're the One That I Want. Trust me I look back on it and see so many mistakes.

So please read and review. Flamers welcome.

This story is dedicated to my two favorite reviewers. HelloKitty14 and FairyWings101. This is for you guys!

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

Like Father, Like Daughter

Summary: Harry and Hermione are happily married but with their daughter entering her 6th year, a new tradition is brought back and it puts her life at stake.

Hermione POV

17 years after my marriage I was blessed with two beautiful children. My first is Summer; she will be entering her sixth year at Hogwarts in fall. My second is Matthew who will be entering his fourth.

The morning rays entered the kitchen as I finished cooking breakfast. "Morning 'Mione, your up early." I heard from Harry behind me.

"This is an important day." I announced.

"Okay, I'll bite, why is today so important?" Harry asked, resting his chin on my shoulder and wrapping his arms around my waist.

"Summer's scores come in today." I answered.

"We'll we know that she'll have the same fate I had. I mean she is exactly like me. She has my hair, my eyes, my Quidditch skills, my knack for getting in trouble." Harry went on.

"And Matthew is suppose to be like me?" I asked.

"'Mione, he was put in Ravenclaw." Harry protested. "He has your eyes, your hair, what more did you want?"

"I was hoping that my daughter would be more like me."

"I wish Matthew was more like me but I can't tell him to sneak into Hogsmeade every chance he gets now can I?" Harry asked.

"Morning Mum, Dad." I heard from behind me.

I turned and saw that Summer had entered the room. Her hair was combed back and she sat down at the counter in her bathrobe that was scarlet red with a gold trimming for Gryffindor. "Dad do you have to work today?" she asked.

"Not unless I am called in, why?" Harry asked pulling apart from me.

"Wanna play some Quidditch? I wanna warm up my skills and get a little better before the school year." Summer admitted.

"Well, that all depends on how good you did on your O.W.L.s." Harry said pouring some coffee.

"Dad that's not fair, you know that Divination is a hoax of a class. All that teacher did was predict my death. And like who can concentrate during History of Magic?" Summer asked.

"She has a point about Divination Harry." I spoke up.

"And History of Magic." Harry teased me.

"Your still mad because I was the only one in our year that got an 'O' in that class." I spat back.

"Oh look, here it comes now." Summer said as she pointed at the window. I looked out the glass and saw a bird sitting there tapping on the window with its beak. The familiar envelope was attached to its leg. Summer jumped up and opened the window and detached the letter from its leg. She trebled as she opened it and pulled out the familiar paper. "Read it aloud now." Harry protested.

"Ordinary Wizarding Levels Results. Summer Amy Potter has achieved Astronomy A, Care of Magical Creatures E, Charms E, Defense Against the Dark Arts O, Divination P, Herbology E, History of Magic D, Potions E, and Transfiguration E."

"Same exact thing I got. Told you 'Mione." Harry cheered.

"Yeah, she truly is your daughter." I almost whispered.

"So what do you say Dad? Quidditch? Maybe I can learn some moved from the pro." Summer said as she pushed her father's arm.

"Hey now, I am going to need that later on day if you want to play." Harry said.

"Thank you Daddy!" Summer squealed as she left the room with her scores in her hand.

"What's wrong 'Mione?" Harry asked seeing the look on my face. "It can't be her results, she did very good if you ask me."

"No, Harry, this is her sixth year. Remember what happened to us our sixth year?" I asked.

"The Ball?" Harry asked.

"THE WINTER BALL! Harry maybe she'll be Princess like we were, it's the best she can do because she wasn't made a prefect." I protested.

"See, my genes again!" Harry exclaimed.

"Yeah well take you andyour genes and your daughter out back to the field while I go shopping today." I teased him.

"Why?" Harry asked.

"Because while my daughter is acting like the fool you are, my son will be turning 14 in a couple of days and I haven't gotten him anything." I smiled.

"I never acted like a fool." Harry protested.

"That's what you think." I laughed.

Late afternoon I was back in the field with Summer soaring above me. She had tied my record by becoming Seeker her first year as I did. "Summer get down here." I hollered at her.

Summer flew her broom down to the same level at me. "So what's it today Dad? Races? Drills? One on One?" Summer asked.

"Well, you said you wanted tips from the master, I only assumed you meant me." I began.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Look, Gibson said that I should learn some stuff from my old man so she could keep the cup in her office, yet she always tells me that every year." Summer admitted.

"Gibson?" I asked.

"Professor Gibson, she's head of my house." Summer answered.

"Do you know her first name?" I asked with a smile on my face.

"I think it's Holly, but I'm not sure." Summer went on. "Why?"

"She was an excellent chaser when I coached her. I still can't those two got married." I laughed.

"Whatever so what did Wood tell you?" Summer asked.

"How do you begin a Quidditch match?" I asked back.

"Soar above the field and search for the Snitch. Don't let the score of the game stay on your mind and always keep one eye on the other Seeker." Summer replied in a bored tone.

"How do you tell the difference between a Wronski Feint and when he has actually spotted the Snitch?" I asked.

"Umm, when you see the little Golden thing in front of him?" Summer asked.

"See that's why you had the bloody nose last year. You can always tell when you see the direction they are flying in. See, if I was say the Seeker for Ravenclaw and I began zooming towards the ground, would you follow me?" I asked.

"Probably, the Firebolt can do anything, even save me from a bad Bludger." Summer answered.

"Don't tell your mother about that incident you had in your second year, I knew she would flip if she found out." I snapped.

"Dad, can I ask you something?" Summer asked.

"Anything." I replied.

"How come you didn't go pro? I mean you could probably beat Victor Krum!" Summer asked.

"And I would like to, that's your Mom's ex boyfriend before we went out." I began.

"MOM WENT OUT WITH VICTOR KRUM!" Summer screamed.

"Yep, in our fourth year, but anyways to answer your question, it was because I didn't feel like I should pursue Quidditch anymore after Hogwarts. I wanted to do what I was born to do, like my father." I answered.

"Oh yeah, that whole thing that happened with you and Mom in your seventh year, it is like world known." Summer went on. "What else did you guys do at Hogwarts?"

"We were made King and Queen." I spoke up.

"Really?"

"Yes, and I think it would be best if you tried to go for Princess this year." I informed her.

"Why?" Summer protested.

"Because it would mean a lot to your Mom if you did. I mean, she was made Princess and it would seem like part of your mother was showing in you." I explained.

"But I am nothing like her. I am not Princess material. Besides, everyone already knows it is probably going to be Gibson's daughter and her boyfriend. They've been going out since fourth year." Summer protested.

"Well, just try. Find a guy and go for it." I tried.

"We'll see." Summer tried.

I was lying on the floor of the Potter Palace library when my Mom walked in. I continued flipping through Quidditch through the Ages.

"Matthew, there are 6 different chairs in here, you can't pick one of them?" Mom asked.

"No, I like lying on the floor, it is cool down here." I answered her, not tearing my eyes away from the book.

"What are you reading?" Mom asked sitting next to me.

"Nothing important, I saw this on the shelve and decided to look through it." I answered her.

"Quidditch? Matt, this isn't like you to be reading about this, maybe a good book on vampires but Quidditch?" Mom began rambling.

"I want to know what Summer and Dad are talking about at the dinner table when they are in a discussion about Quidditch." I admitted.

"Well in a couple of days the discussion will be all about you." Mom said.

"Mom, I am turning 14." I tried to get across.

"Yes, I am aware it is your birthday soon, and your father's is coming up too. So, how about a trip to Diagon Alley?" Mom asked.

"Sure, I am pretty bored anyways. Quidditch is way to brutal. I don't know how you allowed Summer to play it." I admitted.

"I didn't, you Dad thought it would be the best thing for her to do." Mom answered. "Enough talk, let's get going."

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