A/n: I've had this story bouncing around in my head for a while. I am absolutely terrible at updating my stories, so I waited to post this until it was written in its entirety, and edited. I hope you enjoy!

I do not own the characters from Harry Potter or Supernatural. HP belongs solely to J. K. Rowling and SPN belongs solely to Mr. Eric Kripke.

Chapter title inspiration: Lost It All by Black Veil Brides

Chapter 1

Somewhere, England, 2011

The familiar tug of apparition pulled the group Dobby had rescued from Malfoy Mansion until they landed, scattered on a beach. The water of The Channel roared in on a wave that drenched the bottom portion of the jeans Hermione Granger was wearing. She was lying in the sand, the lower part of her legs in the wet sand where the waves were able to reach as they rushed into shore. Lifting her head, she could see Ron was laying almost parallel to her a few feet to her right, and Harry the same to her left.

She pushed herself into a sitting position and pushed the hair that the wind had blown into her face away. Taking in more of her surroundings, she saw Luna helping the elderly Ollivander to his feet, and Griphook already standing, brushing the sand from his clothes. Hermione took a moment to take a breath, before lifting herself from the ground to look for their rescuer. Everyone else looked like they got there in one piece so she was hopeful. Unfortunately, Harry's yell broke the hope she'd had.

"Dobby!" Harry yelled, running towards the edge of the beach, where the sand met a gentle slope upwards. Long grass was blowing with the breeze.

Immediately Hermione followed Harry, her legs carrying her as fast as they could. When she dropped down next to where he'd collapsed on his knees, she choked back a sob at what she saw. There was Dobby, he'd collapsed into Harry's arms, the same knife used to carve horrid words into the skin of Hermione's arm, sticking out from Dobby's chest. Dark blood was staining the cloth he always wore with pride since becoming a free elf.

"Hermione, you must be able to do something!" Harry exclaimed, a frantic look upon his face behind his once again, broken glasses.

"I'm sorry, I can't." Hermione sobbed out knowing at this point that there was nothing she could do to save Dobby. His injuries were too grave, and he only had a matter of moments left. She vaguely heard Ron come up behind her and Harry through her grief. The look of pure defeat and depression that came over Harry's face in that moment cut her heart in half.

Dobby said something to Harry that Hermione couldn't hear through her sobs, before he took his last breath and was still. Collapsing back into the sand, Ron came up behind her and hugged her around her shoulders as she cried for Dobby, for the hell the war was putting everyone through, for what Bellatrix had done to her, for just plain everything happening. She didn't know how long she sat in the sand sobbing for the loss of such a caring and loyal former house elf, but Ron kneeled behind her the entire time hugging her shoulders and letting her cry. Harry was still kneeling in the sand holding his forever still friend sobbing as hard as, if not harder than Hermione was.

Harry thought back over all of the ways Dobby had proved himself a loyal friend to him, even when he did things that almost killed him in order to keep Harry safe his second year at Hogwarts. Ron, while holding Hermione by the shoulders as she fell apart, and watching his best friend lose it, sat sadly thinking about how easily that could have been anyone he loved. He truly felt the fear and grief he'd held in check for months, while holding the friend who he had begun feeling slightly more than friend feelings for.

While the trio grieved, no one noticed that Luna had joined their group, and had closed Dobby's eyes so he only looked as if he was sleeping and not dead. When their time of initial grief had passed, the weary travelers stood and surveyed the beach where Dobby had brought them. There was a cottage a little way down the beach where two people were exiting and heading towards the group of witches, wizards, and a goblin. Both Hermione and Harry grabbed for their wands until the pair were close enough they could make out who they were. Relief flooded them when they recognized Bill Weasley and his new wife Fleur.

"We heard the crack of someone apparating." Bill said out of breath as he stopped in front of the group.

"Dobby brought us here." Harry said, his voice still rough from grief.

"Come, let's get inside, it may not be safe to be outside this long." Bill replied, gesturing for the group to walk ahead of him.

The group walked around Bill, and headed toward the cottage from whence Bill and Fleur came, including Harry who was carrying Dobby's body as if it were that of a sleeping child. Hermione waited a heartbeat before remembering the Sword of Gryffindor. She started looking around frantically as the group moved farther away from where she stood. The sun broke through a sucker hole in the clouds right at that moment, and something glittered in the sand near where she'd landed when Dobby aparated them there. She jogged as best she could on overtired muscles, and while wearing wet blue jeans over to the sword glittering in the sand just beyond the water's reach.

Once she'd secured the sword, she jogged her way over to Ron and Harry who were walking side by side towards the cottage. No words were spoken at all between the friends. Nothing needed to be said. They were one in their grief, in the sheer exhaustion of the quest Dumbledore had sent Harry on that Hermione and Ron refused to not be a part of, in everything that was going on in the wizarding world.

"I want to bury Dobby. Without using magic." Harry said quietly as the trio continued towards the seaside cottage.

"Okay Harry, that would be really nice. I think he'd have liked it." Hermione said gently, resting a hand on Harry's shoulder.

When they reached the cottage, they were all given rooms. Given the number of people as compared to the number of bedrooms, some had to share. Bill and Fleur had already set up camp in the downstairs bedroom. Griphook and Ollivander were given their own rooms, and that left Luna, Hermione, Ron, and Harry to share the last of them. Harry gently laid Dobby's body on the bed before the group took their turns in the loo to clean up and change into clean, dry clothes. Luna didn't have any clothes with her that were her own, so she ended up having to borrow from Hermione. The clothes were long on her petite frame, but Luna being Luna, didn't complain and was profusely grateful.

After they were refreshed and clean, Luna, Harry, Ron, and Hermione made their way downstairs where Bill and Fleur were finishing putting out a spread of food and tea on the kitchen table.

"Where are we?" Ron asked.

"My mother had an aunt who married an Englishman." Fleur started, her French accent not as strong as it had been. "This cottage was where they lived until she died. She left it to me, and now with the war, I've been letting the Order of the Phoenix use it as a safe house."

"We are thankful that you are doing so." Hermione replied. "Is that how Dobby knew where to bring us?"

"Oh yes, he stayed here with us for a while before the Order sent him to another safe house. He must've been sent from that safe house to collect you." Bill answered Hermione's question.

"I want to bury him without the use of magic. Would it be okay to bury him on the bluff?" Asked Harry.

"Absolutely Harry. Whatever you need to do, go right ahead." Bill replied.

The group sat at the table, and the four companions picked at the food in front of them. Hermione was too busy sucking down warm tea to eat much. She felt cold from the inside out, and she was hoping the tea would help. Suddenly, there was a strange noise coming from an ancient looking radio. It was a full size radio that was probably almost as tall as Luna. It was pushed up against a wall opposite a fireplace in between two very comfortable looking armchairs.

"That'd be an Order broadcast coming through. You're welcome to listen in." Fleur told the group when Bill had instantly got up and left them upon hearing the noise.

Immediately Harry, Ron, and Hermione got up and went out to hear the broadcast while Luna and Fleur remained at the table. After about a minute waiting, Lupin's voice came through the speakers clearly and started talking about the weather and headlines. All of it sounded unimportant to the friends' ears, however Bill was nodding and taking notes with a quill. At the end of the broadcast Lupin bade everyone a good night and the radio was silent once more.

"What was that all about?" Harry asked, impatience coloring his voice.

"We have to be careful Harry, Voldemort and his followers can pick up the broadcast if they so choose. The Death Eater attacks on muggles are getting worse, and they're not even trying to be discrete any longer. Certain members are setting up portkeys for muggles around the country to hopefully save as many as they can. It's as much of an evacuation as we can get with as short of time as we have to do it in." Bill explained calmly.

"Lovely." Hermione replied with a shiver.

"Bill, how is mum and everyone? They haven't hit the list of the missing have they?" Asked Ron worriedly.

"They're safe for now. Ginny was sent to Hogwarts to divert suspicion, and the rest of the family is scattered in different Order safe houses." Bill replied.

Ron breathed a sigh of relief. He'd spent the last number of months away from his family after splitting out of Bill and Fleur's wedding because it was attacked by Death Eaters. His constant companion was the fear that they'd be captured, and either tortured, or worse. Everyday he'd carried a small radio listening to the list of the missing hoping he didn't hear any one of his family members' names. Hearing Bill say they were all right, and that they were safe for now was the best thing he'd heard in a long time.

The friends spent in whole, about an hour after the broadcast catching up with Bill and Fleur, before exhaustion took over and forced them to turn in for the night. The decision was made to bury Dobby first thing in the morning, on the bluff looking over the sea, sans magic.

As the sun broke over the horizon, Harry carried Dobby out to the bluff where he proceeded to dig a grave for his friend. He thought about the enchanted bludger from second year that Dobby had used to try and injure himself, so that he'd be away from the dangers at Hogwarts that year, he thought about the happiness the house elf expressed when he'd tricked Lucius Malfoy into freeing Dobby by presenting him with his own sock, he thought back to how Dobby helped Kreatcher find the thief who broke into Grimmauld place and stole then sold a horcrux. So many memories clamored for attention in Harry's mind while he worked, the sun working its way higher into the sky. There were surprisingly few clouds for England, and Harry took that as a sign that Dobby was maybe in a better place. He was nearly done when everyone from the cottage with the exception of Griphook and Ollivander crested the hill to pay their respects.

No one said anything, no words were again needed. Each stood contemplating their happy memories of Dobby while Harry finished digging the grave, then lowered the free elf into his final resting place. After a few minutes, Harry with the help of Hermione and Ron, shifted the sand over Dobby and placed some sea glass and shells to spell the name over it. The trio hugged before moving to go back to the cottage. However, when Hermione moved to go, she saw something sparkling in the distance. Instantly her defenses were up.

"There's something over there, I'm going to check it out." Hermione called to Harry and Ron.

"Is that a good idea?" Ron asked.

"I've got my wand on me Ronald." Hermione replied, rolling her eyes.

"Very well, holler if you need anything." Harry said, resuming walking.

As Hermione neared the object, she pulled her wand out of the back pocket of the jeans she was wearing. A faint noise was coming from the object which confused her momentarily until she got close enough to see what it was. A muggle had dropped their mobile phone, and it was ringing. Hermione loosened the grip she had on her wand and went over to it with every intention of just figuring out whose it was so she could return it. As soon as she picked it up though, there was a familiar tug that she wasn't expecting, that caused her grip on the wand to fail before she was off.