A/N: Okay so I'm sure this has been done before, but this is my take on how Harry felt when Dobby died. Please go easy this is my first Harry Potter fiction. This is for my best friend Rachel who is obsessed with Harry Potter. Review if you want!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. He belongs to my idol J.K Rowling.

Goodbyes Are Never Easy

The elf's eyes found him, and his lips trembled with the effort to form words.

"Harry… Potter…"

Harry continued to stare down at Dobby with an empty expression on his face. The knife piercing Dobby's elephant like flesh began to play over and over in Harry's mind like a broken record. Dobby hadn't done anything to deserve a painful end to his life. He had been a good and loyal friend to Harry, and wanted nothing more than to keep him safe from harm. They all did.

There were some days that Harry wished he wasn't famous and that he didn't have this burden to carry. He sometimes wished that he had never met Hagrid in that tiny little shack on the night of his birthday. He sometimes wished he could go on living the life of a muggle whose parents were dentists. He hated that everyone knew who he was and how people thought they knew everything about him. So many people's lives depended on him defeating Voldemort, and sometimes he didn't think he was capable of doing so. He was always fearful of letting everyone down if he couldn't do it. Everyone except Dobby.

It was in that moment that Harry's memories returned him to the night his parents were killed; the night the name Harry Potter became famous within the wizarding world; the night that his life changed forever. A green flash of light was all it took for him to become the boy who lived and for him to receive the lightning bolt shaped scar that would cause him to remember that night for the rest of his life. He thought of his mother as she jumped in front of his crib that night to save him from Voldemort's evil curse. He thought of Mad-Eye, Dumbledore, his godfather Sirius and Cedric too, but mostly he thought of Dobby still. To Harry, he was the most innocent victim of Voldemort's dark and ruthless magic. For Dobby wanted nothing more to be a free house elf and Harry gave that to him. Dobby would have been grateful to anyone who gave him his freedom. It wouldn't have mattered to him who it was.

Harry knew that Dobby, even though he knew he was famous, always saw him as just Harry, and he would always be grateful for that. Harry decided he would fight this war with everything he had because he would never avenge the people he loved until Voldemort was dead. Someone once told him that saying goodbye was only temporary.

They lied. Saying goodbye is never as easy as forming the words with your lips.