Forever And Always **Sequel to From Two Different Worlds**

Little Cottage

That shop held a lot of memories for me. It was where Maddie and I used to share a few laughs, and where our relationship grew. It's where both George and I created our business, and helped our families financially. It's where we both let our funny side go wild.

And that shop didn't only create memories for me, but it is also where kids came to create memories of their own.

As I sat in bed, trying to recall all the memories, there was a knock on my bedroom door. "Come in." I said. I propped myself on the headboard of my bed as George and Ron walked in. "Hey mate." I said to George. "Ickle Ronniekins." I mumbled to Ron.

Both Ron and George smiled at me, though I could see pain in George's eyes. "How're you feeling?" George asked, taking a seat on my bed.

"Like absolute shit." I replied, taking a sip of the water that was placed on my night stand. "My head hurts, I feel like I'm going to retch. And I really miss feeling healthy." I admitted.

Ron looked at me sympathetically.

"So what brings you two over to my humble abode?" I asked them. George grinned.

"Well everyone wanted to get together, so we were thinking about lunch tomorrow?" He asked. I smiled at him.

"Lunch sounds perfect." I sighed. "Arabella's been keeping me confined, I haven't been out the house in weeks!" I complained. Ron looked around.

"Where is she now?" He asked. I sighed.

"Well you know how a couple a weeks ago Elliot surprised her with a little cottage at the edge of the field?" I asked. They both nodded. "Well today she went to go tell her Hogwarts friends about it. She said she hasn't seen them in awhile, so she went to them. Toby's been around though, a lot more than usual."

"That's good." George said. "Even though I'm his Uncle, there is still so much I don't know about him! He's so quiet and mysterious, and never around really."

"Yea, well since he's kinda-' I paused, my eyes darting around the room, "dead, I don't really have to worry much about him getting in trouble. He just comes and goes as he pleases." I replied.

There was a door opening from downstairs.

"Dad! I'm home!" Arabella called, her voice bringing a smile to my face. I looked to Ron and then nodded to the door, and he got up and went downstairs to greet Arabella. George turned to me and gave me a sad look.

"George, please don't start this-" I said seriously. I knew what was coming. We both did. George was going to be devastated when I passed. We were practically joined at the hip! We were incomplete without the other, and the thought that George had to keep living on being half of a set of twins, made even me tear up a bit. I literally cannot explain our relationship because it is even to complex for me to understand.

"Fred, I just-" He started, but I cut him off.

"Don't start. We've still got months left! I don't want to hear this speech right now. I want to hear it when I'm actually on my deathbed." I said sternly.  George was silent for a few moments, before nodding.

"Well, I'll see you tomorrow then." He said before disappearing

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Arabella's pov-

"Wakey wakey!" I said happily, opening up my father's blinds letting the sunlight hit his face. His fiery orange hair intensified as the sunlight hit it, and I heard a soft groan. "Oh get up lazy pants! It's a quarter until twelve, and that's when lunch is. So get up, shower and meet me downstairs!" I snapped.

My dad rolled over in his bed and gave me a look.

"Hey, it was your idea to agree to this." I said, before returning to my room and looking at the contents on my bed. I had my Holyhead Harpies training uniform and gear at the base of my bed, and a cute light blue dress at the top. "The perks of being on a quidditch team, surprise practice.." I grumbled.

It was a Saturday, and w e had the day off, but this morning I got an owl saying to meet at the pitch tonight. I slipped into the dress and a pair of white shoes. I grabbed a duffle bag, placed my gear in it. I went to the mirror, put on a little makeup and then grabbed my duffle again and headed downstairs. I was surprise when my dad was already downstairs.

"How'd-" I started, he just chuckled.

"You took longer than you thought." He said, before making his way to the door.

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