Short summary:

Hermione finds out that she is adopted in the summer after fifth year. She finds out that she has a twin brother but where can she find him and can she find her birthparents?

Twins!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything

Chapter 1: The truth comes out.

I'M WHAT?" Hermione gasped at what her parents told her.

"Honey, you're adopted." Her mum sighed, "Sorry we didn't tell you earlier, but we didn't know how it would affect you!"

"I can't believe it! I'm not a Mudblood! Or am I. Mom, Dad, Who are my parents?" Her Dad sighed,

"Mione, dearest, you belong to a pureblood family."

"What? I'm a pureblood just like the Ferret? I need to owl Harry and Ron!" Hermione exclaimed, while running up the spiral staircase to her own room. She sat down at her desk and started writhing.

Dear Harry and Ron,

Hey! Hermione here! You'd never believe what my parents told me. I'm a pureblood, I was adopted! I got to go ask more about it, so I'll owl you with the updates. Hope to hear from you soon. Now I can show off to ferret! Hi hi.

Your Hermione

She quickly put away her quill, and strapped the message on her new owl, Peter, while opening the window for him. Hermione didn't even bother to close the window, she just ran downstairs.

"Mom! Dad!" Hermione ran into her parent's arms. "I would've never guessed! I'm." Hermione broke down into sobs. "Mom, who are they?"

"We don't know, honey. You see, you have a twin." Hermione gasped.

"A twin? Why didn't you tell me earlier! This is so cool!" Hermione giggled, she always wanted a brother or sister.

"Well, honey. We don't know where he is."

"What?" Hermione asked, shocked.

"Well." Her Dad began, "You see, we found you on our doorstep. Apparently, a young couple that already had a son about your age adopted you, and your twin. I guess something happened to the couple, because you were put on our doorstep. We don't know what happened to your brother, but there is one thing we know."

"What, what do you know please tell me!" Hermione screamed while jumping up and down in excitement.

"Honey calm down than we will tell you alright?" her mum said looking surprised at the enthusiastic attitude from her daughter.

"The only thing we know is that you are the oldest of the two and you were born in the London city hospital." Her dad said with a small smile

"What? Omigosh, I need to go to the Burrow!" Hermione quickly grabbed her duffel bag. She wanted to visit Ginny anyway, and Mrs. Weasely was usually very happy to have visitors at the Burrow. She threw some clothes and other stuff in the bag and said goodbye to her parents than ran out of the house with energy that she didn't know that she had.

She quickly arrived by use of subways and knocked on the kitchen door.

"Hermione! Dear! Come in!" Mrs. Weasley greeted her warmly.

"Oh! Hello Mrs. Weasley. How have you been?"

"Wonderful, dear. Here, have some tea." Mrs. Weasley shoved a kettle under her nose.

"No thank you. I need to talk to Harry. Although it was kind of you to offer." Hermione couldn't remember manners now. This was a moment of crisis.