I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR THE IDEA! I DO NOT HAVE POLYJUICE POTION OR WHAT-NOT!
PLEASE R&R ... FIRST FANFICTION TO BE PUBLISHED! (THAT I LIKE)

Dobby's eyes filled with tears, his ears drooping further as he thought of Winky. He blamed himself. It was his entire fault she died. If only he wasn't as freedom obsessed. He could've stopped her … somehow …

A thought occurred to him. What if he was to join her … to take care of her … where ever she had gone …
The tears fell in silence, soaking his tea-cosy. For days on end, he lay there, silent and un-blinkingly.

Love … yes! He loved her more than anything. More than freedom. More than Harry Potter himself! While the realisation struck him, he knew what he was going to do.
He ran to the school kitchens and picked up a cleaver. The knife was poised, wavered, before plunging downwards. Dobby fell with a thud, the knife laying underneath.