A/N: I don't own HP. I think I saw something about this on Tumblr, and here we have this.
Beautiful socks.
A loud pop echoed around Shell Cottage. Bill and Fleur rushed outside to greet Harry, their honorary brother.
"Hiya, Harry!" Bill yelled, enveloping Harry in a strangling hug. Hary laughed and patted Bill's back awkwardly.
"'Allo, 'Arry." Fleur greeted him, pressing a kiss to each of his cheeks.
"We'll be waiting inside." Bill said cheerily, pulling Fleur with him – back to the house. They knew Harry came not only to visit them, but Dobby knew, and they always understood.
Harry made his way to Dobby's grave. Seeing that it was indeed a beautiful place to be buried. Dobby would be overjoyed.
"Hi, Dobby." Harry said; his voice thick. "Again, thank you for saving my life. I appreciate it." He said. From his inner pocket he protruded a pair of mismatched socks. One polka-dotted with orange and purple, the other having swirls and twirls of all the colors on the rainbow on it. He laid the two socks down carefully on the stone he'd carved what felt like a lifetime ago.
"I miss you, Dobby."
. . .
This time a loud crack could be heard in Shell Cottage. Fleur and Bill started at first, but then they shared a knowing glance.
Winky.
The little creature scooped up the odd pair of socks and tutted.
"Dobby is still wearing his socks wrong, I see?" She looked at the grave and gave it a watery smile. "I is missing you, Dobby." She bit back a sob and returned to her home at Hogwarts. There she went instantly to a cupboard, Dobby's other socks from previous years were there. She hung the two socks and closed the cupboard carefully.
Dobby would be mad if she dared to crinkle his socks.
