A year after Voldemort's defeat Harry, Ron, and Hermione walked to Dobby's grave. Harry saw it ahead of them, the grave that he made, with his own bear hands…no magic. He needed to dig the grave himself, the hard work and labor is what he owed to Dobby, his full devotion and time, not some half job done by magic. The stone had been weathered, but the words still shone in the rock 'Here lies Dobby, a free elf'
Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat around the grave in silence. Harry remembered it all very clearly. Dobby had come to rescue them, he was hit, but he still was able to muster enough energy to transport them back. Harry remembered clutching the small, frail, but also brave elf and disaparating. He had no idea the pain that Dobby was going through. They had arrived at Shell Cottage, this is where it all happened. When Dobby fell…where he died. He closed his eyes he remembered seeing a silver knife stabbed into Dobby's chest… He said "Dobby…D-don't die" then he heard Dobby's last words. "Harry…Potter" before his eyes became blank and he was gone from the world forever.
Dean had placed a wool hat on Dobby's head as a symbol of his appreciation for saving him. Luna had said a speech for him. They closed Dobby's eyes and when they did the small elf looked as if he were sleeping. If only he were sleeping…Harry felt like he could have waken Dobby up in that moment and everything would be fine. But things would never be fine. Dobby is dead.
Dobby did not deserve this, he did however die with honor and Harry knew that he would not have been able to defeat Voldemort without him. Voldemort had killed Dobby and Harry was glad that Voldemort was gone from the world forever…Voldemort could no longer take away any one else that he cared about.
He heard Hermione sniffing and crying into Ron's shoulder, Ron's eyes were watering. Harry pulled out several pairs of socks from his robe. He smiled in reminiscent of seeing Dobby wearing so many clothes, that were knitted by Hermione in their fifth year. He set the socks down neatly on Dobby's grave.
"Goodbye…Dobby" Harry said.
Harry stood up and wiped away his tears. Ron and Hermione walked to him and they all hugged.
"It'll be fine…he's in a better place now… Froliking in a field of socks, mittens…" Ron was saying.
"And tea cozies" Hermione added.
They all gave sad laughs as they left the grave of Dobby.