Harry landed on a beach. He had no idea where he was but Ron and Hermione had joined him so he didn't really care. He saw Luna off in the distance by a cottage, Griphook sat on the sand behind her. All of a sudden, harry remembered what happened.
The fight at Malfoy Manor, Bellatrix hurting Hermione, Draco not telling any of his family members that it was Harry behind the swollen face, Dobby protecting everyone, teleporting everyone...
Where was Dobby? Harry hadn't seen the sweet House Elf since he landed on this beach. He then noticed a small creature lying down in the sand not 20 feet away. It had to be Dobby.
"Dobby!" Harry shouted as he sprinted towards the elf. Donny, on the other hand didn't reply nor move; there had to be something wrong. As Harry drew nearer, he noticed a blade by Dobby's side. Bellatrix's blade. It must've caught Dobby as they travelled here.
"Mister Potter," Dobby choked as Harry placed his head in his lap, "Mister Potter is safe, Mister Potter's friends are safe."
"Yeah we're safe Dobby," Harry replied, a tear rolling down his cheek, "But look at you, you're not! Come on Dobby, we need to get you help, we can save you-"
"Don't," The elf said, slight smiling the best he could, "Dobby has saved Harry Potter. Dobby has saved the person he loves most."
"Dobby, don't-" Harry started. He couldn't finish. Dobby can't die. He just couldn't. What would he do without the helpful house elf?
"Dobby has saved you. Dobby loves you Harry Potter." And with that, Dobby's eyes had slowly shut.