Gred and Forge or Are you Fred and George?

Info;
Name: Daniella, Nickname Danni
Age:12
Year: 1
Family Info: Mum and Dad deceased, no siblings, Cousin Flur Delacore.
Bio: The weasleys took you in when you were five years old. you always had a deeper connection with fred and george.
Hair color: Midnight Brown with red tint, long and curly.
Eye color: Spring green with specks of blue and orange.

Dream
"Mum! Dad! What's going on?" the little girl yelled. she followed her fathers voice. Her heart beating wildly suddenly feeling like a hammer was beating her chest. The voices were hissing sounds. They sounded very rushed and echoed throughout my head. Green and red lights flashed back and forth like a stop light, while screaming filled the air. Green light flashed "Go". Thud. Bodies everywhere. The little girl turned around. Blood all over her face. Gagging. Then I realized it was me. (p.s, I know it sounds all wrong but its supposed to be like one of those nightmares where everything happens so quickly theres not enough time to see much detail. And if i did, it would just give everything away!)

Reality
I woke up gasping for air. I didn't understand why i couldn't breathe, but the dream seemed so real. It was in fact real, it's just that i've spent the last 7 years telling myself that it had never happened. Soon enough, Fred and George came bustling through mine and Ginny's door as they usually did. Thank god Ginny was a very heavy sleeper because this dream didn't just occur tonight, it occurs EVERY night. And tonight just happened to be the first time i saw my very own face in this dream. "Again?" asked Fred with a large grin on his face.It upset me overly when he did that. I'd let him make fun of or joke about anything else but this wasn't going to fly. This just happened to be something unfixable, even by laughter. George threw Fred a not-time-to-be-joking look and Fred straightened up. George hugged me and Fred kissed my cheek. You'd think that'd help, but it didn't. They suddenly grew terrified looks on their faces. I felt something worm rolling down my stomach, and when it dripped onto my leg (i was sitting criss cross and apple sauced :D) i saw that the liquid had been blood. Fred and George were looking frantically around for something to mop the blood up with but i had already had something on my nightstand next to me. I took the towel that was on my nightstand and held it to my chest. Yes, this was a routine. "If you didn't wanna come, then why did you?" i asked, questioning Freds comment when they first entered the room. "It's not that i didn't want to mate, it's just i'm tired of you having these terrifying dreams. I worry about you," Fred said with edge in his voice. "It's never gonna stop. It's been 7 years." I said hollowly. It's the truth. It hadn't ever stopped. The only time when i didn't have this night terror, was when i was with my boys (twins). George looked into my eyes, and grabbed my hands, followed by a scowl from fred. " That was the Past. This is the Future," George said matter-of-factly. I nodded.

Usually they'd stay with me, but i was determined to get rid of this dream. I was getting so pissed off at this dream, more of memory, that every morning i find myself cussing words i didn't even know the meaning of. So i shooed the twins away and they returned to their bedroom. Trusting George's words, I closed my eyes and drifted. A little girl popped up, and at first i thought it was the horrible anecdote again, but then something .... Delightful happened. There was a beautiful woman by my side, obviously my mum. And on my other side was my dad, handsome he was then. Each of them holding my hand, we strolled down a path with many animals on the sides. I known this to be what the muggles called, A Zoo. We stopped at one particular enclosure, one with Lions. The lion then opened it's mouth and spoke. I couldn't make out the words because they sounded so distant. but then i heard a young girls voice come out of its mouth saying "Wake up". And almost on command, i awoke. It was Ginny who had told me to wake up.
"Morning," Ginny said cheerily.
"Morning," i said while smiling. I was proud. The nightmare had gone and for the first time ever, i got sleep.
"I'm proud of you," Ginny said as i got up to get dressed.