Spoilers DHp1

So I went and saw the HP DH part one again *sighs* and cried…again *more sighs* and I decided I needed to write a little one shot for everyone's favorite elf. Looking at it, this has turned into more of Harry's musings on everyone who has died…still…Dedicated to DOBBY A FREE ELF.

I Own nothing but the tears I shed for Dobby. And the desperate hope that you will read and review

Tears. So many tears had been shed through my life. Tears for Cedric, the brave boy, who would have lived, had I not been so damn noble. His death was shocking, unexpected.

"'Dobby has no master, Dobby is a free elf, and Dobby has come to save Harry Potter and his friends!'

And then there had been Sirius. That may have been the worst, just knowing that it was again my fault. I can still hear those whispers behind the curtain; can still see that flash of light. The mirror was put to good use Snuffles.

"Dobby never meant to kill anyone….Dobby only meant to maim, or seriously injure."

Dumbledore. Now what to say about him? Wise…compassionate…all vague terms that show how little I actually knew him. I never could have fathomed, sitting there against the wall unable to move as Snape uttered those damned words, that I would doubt Dumbledore. Never, and at times I hate myself for it.

"Such a beautiful place… to be with friends."

I shed more for Hedwig than I did for Mad-eye. Heartless isn't it? She was more than just my pet. Hedwig was my first friend, my first real companion. She was there to nip my ear and tell me I was being ridiculous. She suffered through the Dursley's and saw almost everything I saw.

Mad-eye was…Mad-Eye and one has to respect him for that. Still, something has to be said about going down fighting…Made-eye never stopped fighting.

"Dobby is happy…to be with his friend…Harry Potter."

Even after all of the death and all of the despair, as I cry holding the body of this elf, it's all so new. It's as if each death is a wound to a body. An arm, a leg. This little elf, who gave up everything for me. Ron said it was so much bigger than me, it always was…but not to Dobby. Dobby who was content with a pair of (mismatching) socks, Dobby with more power than the average wizard, Dobby who broke my arm with his rouge bludger and almost got us killed with the blocked train entrance. Each tear I cry now is for Dobby. My resolve had been crumbling, but now…as Luna closes his eyes for the last time, Dobby has again saved me. He's saved me from myself, because Dobby died saving who he thought was a hero. I was a hero in Dobby's eyes…and I have to live up to that. Dobby cannot have died in vain. So thank you Dobby. You saved me. You are my Hero.

"Here Lies Dobby, A Free Elf."

R&R