The Forgotten Twin

The Burrow

A/N:

Hanna POV

I landed in their fireplace with a thud and covered in soot. Mrs. Weasley came in right after me.

"Wait on the couch dear. I'm going to go and get Arthur," she said, walking into the kitchen.

I sat on the couch and a small red-haired, freckle-faced girl walked in and sat beside me on the couch.

"Hi. I'm Ginny. Who are you?" she asked.

"I am Hanna. It's very nice to meet you Ginny," I replied.

"Why are you here?" she asked.

"Ginny, I see you met your new sister," Mrs Weasley said, re entering the living room.

"NEW SISTER!" Ginny yelled with a smile on her face.

I heard several different pairs of feet thundering down the stairs.

"Mum? Did Ginny say 'new sister'?" Bill, the oldest, asked.

"Yes. I was walking through-" Mrs. Weasley then launched into a full explanation of how she found me.

"So, I decided to adopt the cute little thing."

"Mum? Where is she going to sleep?" Charlie asked.

"With me?" Ginny asked.

"If she wants to," Mrs. Weasley replied, turning to me.

"Of course I do, Ginny," I said.

"YAY!" she squealed.

"Well, let me introduce you to my children," she stated and the Weasley kids scrambled to get in line oldest to youngest.

"Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred and George, Ron, and Ginny," I said as Mrs. Weasley began to open her mouth.

"How did she know that?" Fred asked.

"Because I have a photographic memory, Fred," I said with a small smile.

"How do you know that I'm Fred?" he asked.

"Because you have a mole on your right ear and George doesn't."

"We only told James and Lily Potter that!" George said.

"I just so happen to be one of kids."

"Prove it," Ron said.

I revealed my lightning shaped scar.

Several different gasps were heard around the room and I carefully hid it once more.

"Dear child are you even aware of what you are?" Mr. Weasley asked.

"I am a metamorphmagus," I answered simply.

"How do know that?" he asked in the same bewildered tone.

"Dumbledore told me."

"When did you talk to Dumbledore?" he asked again.

"He came to see how I was doing."

"When?"

"When I had just turned four."

"Why didn't he tell anyone you were there?"

"He said that he wanted a witch or wizard to find me and adopt me because they wanted me and loved me."

"Awww. That is so sweet," said Mrs. Weasley. "Well, we should get you settled up in Ginny's room."

Ginny, Mrs. Weasley, and I all stood up and walked up the stairs.

We got onto the first landing and into a small pale pink room. There was single bed in the corner with a pink comforter with purple pillows, a small stuffed animal of a hippogriff, and a black bed frame.