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

Happy Christmas?

**All characters in the Harry Potter series go to J. K. Rowling. Madeline, Madeline ll, Arabella and Toby are mine! :)**

Happy Christmas?

Arabella's pov-

I sort of tripped out of the fireplace and fell on my face. "Oww." I groaned. The house was rather quite, and as I looked around, I realized I was the only one here. "Where is everyone?" I thought out loud.

I stood up and grabbed the bag of floo powder to find that I have run out. "This is seriously not my night." I mumbled. I walked upstairs to my bedroom and grabbed my mum's old broom. I ran outside, awkwardly mounted my broom, and flew over the field that separated all our houses. From what I could see, the only lights that were on at any of the houses were the ones at the Burrow.

I landed in front of the door and slowly made my way in. "Hello? Anyone here?" I said loudly.

"We're all in the sitting room!" Said a voice, proabably uncle Harry. With broom in one hand and my heels in the other, I entered the sitting room, where everyone was. "It's about time you've showed up!" Uncle Harry smiled. I replied with a smile of my own.

"Oh you look absolutely lovely." Said another voice. Aunt Hermione came up from behind me and put a hand on my shoulder. "Who did your hair?"

"Alice and Emmy." I replied. "Have you seen my dad?" I asked them. Uncle Ron stood up and walked over to his wife.

"He's upstairs in his old room." He said. I nodded and walked up the stairs. I saw Albus, Sirius, Teddy, Rose, Hugo, Victoire and Madeline in Uncle Charlie's room. I think they were playing exploding snaps.

I walked into dad's room and found him lying in a ball on his bed, his eyes closed, clutching a picture of mum. I literally felt a pain in my chest. "He fell asleep an hour ago." Someone whispered. Toby made himself visible . "Mum died years ago, but I don't know why it hurts so bad when ever I think about her." He said.

"I know how you feel." I whispered back. I jerked my head towards the attic and Toby nodded. He grabbed my hand and orbed us up there, where we were alone. I set my heels down on Uncle Ron's old bed.

"How was the dance?" Toby asked, as he looked up and down at the vintage Chudley Cannon posters.

"Horrible." I replied, taking a seat on the bed. Toby turned around and locked eyes with me.

"What happened." He whispered. I felt that horrid sting behind your eyes and my throat began to strain.

"It wasn't anything big. Elliot didn't show up though." I replied. Toby searched my eyes, and I nodded. He quickly used legilimency on me. Then I was in my mind, I saw all my friends, laughing and smiling while I was sitting next to them, my hair beginning to frizz, my eyes bloodshot, scribbling on a piece of parchment. Then it changed to me in Charms class, being told off my the headmaster for falling asleep again.

Then it changed to me at Quidditch practice, failing to catch the snitch and getting hit by the quaffle quite hard. Then it changed to me walking the corridors at night, struggling to see and walking quite wobbly. It changed again and then there was me an Elliot, he was looking quite bored as I wrote on another piece of parchment. Then it changed again, I was sleeping in the Great Hall as my friends ate dinner, while I left my plate untouched. Then it changed again, to the nightmare that constanly haunted my dreams, it was Fenrir Greyback murdering my brother and Great Grandma, the only memory I have of Toby alive.

But I wouldn't have it. I closed off my mind and hid my face, my eyes starting to stream with tears. "Bella.." He whispered. I shook my head.

"I don't want to talk about it." I snapped. "I'm just trying to do everything everyone asks of me. I'm just trying to fill our parents shoes." I finished.