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

The Final Resting Place Of Fred Weasley

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

The Final Resting Place Of Fred Weasley-

The coffin was lined with what looked like silky material. The coffin itself was a chocolate brown, shining in the spring sunlight. The coffin rested on a small marble altar, allowing guests easy view of the deceased Fred Weasley. 

Fred's ginger hair was neatly parted to the side. His face sparkled with the slight hint that the morgue used a little too much makeup on him, to conceal his ill colored skin. His eyes were gently closed, and it looked as though he was just taking a nap. 

In his hand, his fingers were grasped around his wand, one thing that he has treasured since he was just a little boy. On his left hand, he proudly wore his wedding ring, which symbolized his undying love for Maddie. He wore a sharp tuxedo, making him look very mature and intelligent. His tie was red and gold, which were the colors of the Gryffindor house at Hogwarts. 

Everyone at the funeral wore black, whether it was a black dress or skirt, or even black slacks and a button up shirt. Everyone knew that Fred would have laughed at them all jokingly. 

In the front row, closest to the coffin sat Arabella Weasley, Toby Weasley, and George Weasley. Arabella stared at her father, no tears in her eyes (she's cried herself dry). The priest who was conducting the funeral called for last goodbyes, calling friends, family, and then immediate family to the coffin. After the friends and family went up, the five Weasley brothers and Ginny walked up to the coffin, along with Arabella and Toby. 

Each sibling said sometihng to their departed brother, some in whispers and some aloud. Arabella and Toby were the last to go up to their father. Toby placed a hand on his father's chest, before floating away. Arabella did the same thing, but with fresh tears in her eyes. She walked away sadly.. 

The entire crowd that came for the funeral followed the workers who carried Fred Weasley's coffin to the river, where a two gravestones sat. The first one was rather old, and beaten up by the earth's ever changing conditions. The second one was Fred's, placed right next to the older one.

The closed coffin hovered over the large hole, as the priest silenced everyone once more. "Today we lay you to rest, Frederick Weasley. You have touched many hearts with your kind and warm smile, and your spirit lives on through the remainder of the Weasley family. " The priest nodded to the workers who were levitating the casket, and they began to lower it. "May you live forever in paradise, and be reunited with your wife, Madeline Weasley." 

Everyone was silent as they dropped flowers into the grave. Arabella Weasley and George Weasley dropped two colorful boxes into the grave, with an item people only wondered about. Tears were shed as the returned to the field for the reception. Many people left, except for the brothers and sister of Fred, and his son and daughter. 

They all watched the enchanted shovels fill in the grave. And when it was full, they said their final goodbye to their best friend, brother, and father. 

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'I grabbed another box and began to remove the pictures that hung on my wall. They were all of my friends and I at our seven years at Hogwarts. I marveled at each one, recalling exactly what happened the day that picture was taken. 

The reason I was packing up all the pictures on my wall, and everything in my room is because I was moving out. It's been almost a month since my father died, and I realized that I couldn't live in a place that held so many memories. So Elliot and I have decided that we are officially moving into our new Cottage. 

I was almost done packing, I just had some little things in my room that I need to pack. There was just my pictures, some of my clothes, and all my quidditch stuff in the shed outside. Speaking of quidditch.. 

The Holyhead Harpies went on to place second in the league cup. We managed to defeat seven different quidditch teams before losing to the Montrose Magpies, (who have won the cup 35 times in a row). Everyone was stunned at the new Holyhead Harpies team, and at each game, more and more fans showed up. 

At our sixth win, (which I caught the Snitch in a record of seven minutes in) they decided to run an article in the Daily Prophet about the new and improved Holyhead Harpies, and I was smiling with glee as i received the paper the next morning, a picture of me on the front cover. When we lost to the Magpies, there were no sad faces, because everyone of us were excited for the next season, where we were to conquer the cup. 

"Bella!" Elliot called, releasing me from my trance. "Are you ready?" He called. I grabbed my wand, levitated the three large boxes that sat in front of me and walked downstairs. "Hey love." He mumbled while pecking me on the cheek. 

"Are you ready?" I asked him. He had to move his stuff out as well, and last time I was over, he didn't have anything packed yet. He frowned at me. 

"Noo.. I was wondering if you could help me?" He asked, trying to give me puppy dog eyes. I smiled at him. 

"Yea, sure, whatever. " he laughed at me. "Let me just drop these boxes off first." He nodded and followed me as I walked out the door. Before leaving for the cottage though, I took one last look at my now empty home. Scanning the bottom floor, I recalled the memory of me and my father on the couch, watching tv as he played with my hair. 

I walked out the door, took out a regular old key, and locked the house for who knows how long. 

After dropping the boxes off at the cottage, we apparated to Malfoy Manor, where I was greeted by a happy little House elf. "Chatty welcomes Mister and Mistress Malfoy!" She exclaimed happily. I stuck out a finger and she shook it happily. "Does Mistress Malfoy want anything to eat?" She asked. I shook my head and she scampered away as Scopious, Elliot's younger brother, called her. 

"She seems to like you." Elliot commented as we began to ascend the staircase. 

"Chatty and I are like best friends." I said sarcastically. "But it's in secret, because she thinks you'll get jealous of us." I joked. Elliot grinned at me. 

"And she's absolutely right! You are mine and mine only Arabella." He chuckled as he opened the door to his room. Everything was in some sort of piles and there was a stack of boxes in the corner. "Ok, let's see.. I'll do my clothes and you can just grab random stuff and put it in a box?" He suggested. I nodded at him and we began our work. 

After an our, I started to laugh at the amount of stuff Elliot had. "What is with these books? Break with a Banshee by Gilderoy Lockheart? The Enclopedia of Bat Eyes? I didn't know you had such a tasteful variety of the books you read!" I giggled as he blushed. "I think it's a good thing we have a large bookshelf!" 

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At the end of the day, Elliot sat at the dinner table in our little cottage as I served him some soup and bread for dinner. He talked about our future plans and I adored the way his eyes lit up. When we both crawled into bed that night, he put his strong hands around me. As random thoughts raced throug my mind, one definetly stood out.

My father was a brilliant man and raised me well, and in the future, I knew Elliot was going to be a brilliant father to our children.

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One more chapter and then a new HP fanfic will come out based in the marauders era!!

<3 Wren