Hey guys, this is my interpretation of the missing events of Shell Cottage. I will be adding a chapter every few days (or weeks depending on how busy I am) and this fanfic should be roughly 20 chapters total. This story is written from no single perspective and some of the dialogue is taken from Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. Please note that this story is rated T for Teen, as there is some content in here which might not be suitable for kids, so viewer discretion is advised. Please read and review, but above all enjoy! :)

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, HP belongs to JK Rowling.

Chapter 1: Arriving At Shell Cottage

There was a loud pop! coming from outside the largest room of Shell Cottage where Bill Weasley and his wife, Fleur, slept peacefully. It woke Bill up so suddenly that he jolted out of bed. A pop like that could have meant only one thing; Death Eaters. Bill switched the light on his nightstand and tried to wake up Fleur by shaking her.

"Fleur, FLEUR! Get up!"

"What, Beell? What eez ze matter?"

"I think there are Death Eaters outside. I heard a sound."

"What?" This sent Fleur flying out of bed. When she got up off the floor, she grabbed her wand and both of them ran out of the room frantically. They ran to the window of the kitchen and peeked outside. An old man with long silver hair was staggering towards the front door accompanied by a young man with dark skin.

"Ollivander!?" Bill said, sounding surprised. He darted outside the cottage and immediately aimed his wand at them, followed by Fleur.

"No no no! Wait!" shouted the young man, holding up his hands. "You're Bill, right? Listen, we're friends, not enemies!"

"Who are you and what do you want?" Bill shouted cautiously as Fleur raised her wand at them as well. For all they knew, Ollivander and the young man could have been disguised as Death Eaters.

Before any one of them could answer, there was another loud pop! which meant that someone else had apparated within the boundaries of the cottage.

"That must be Harry!" said the young man who started running back down towards the beach.

"Harry? Harry who?" said Bill, who was more confused than ever.

"'Arry Potter?" said Fleur in shock. At hearing this, Bill made a dash for the beach followed by Fleur, leaving the supposed figure of Ollivander at the front door of the cottage.

As Bill ran down to the beach, he nearly ran into another girl who had long blonde hair and a pale face that made her look eerie in the moonlight. Bill instantly recognized her as Luna Lovegood, Ginny's best friend who was at his wedding. Bill was about to ask her "where'd you all come from?" when he heard someone yelling over and over again "HELP!" from the beach.

Bill continued to run past Luna. He ran like a confused madman from the police, nearly tripping on weeds from the sand as he ran. He immediately stopped when he got to the beach. What he saw was indeed none other than Harry Potter on his knees holding what looked like a house elf. Bill looked to his left and saw his younger brother carrying in his arms what seemed to be an unconscious or dead Hermione, crying as he held her.

"H-Hermione," he weakly sobbed. "Please, d-don't die on me now. Someone-SOMEBODY HELP! PLEASE!" Luna quickly ran to his aid and lifted Hermione's legs off the ground to support her.

"She eez alive, let'z take 'er inside," said Fleur, taking Hermione's legs from Luna and helping Ron carry her back towards the cottage.

Bill ran to Harry's side and noticed that he was clutching a dead house elf in his arms. The young man with the dark skin also showed up beside him. Harry was silently crying for another minute before Fleur and Luna reached his side again.

"Hermione," Harry croaked suddenly after a full minute. "Where is she?"

"Ron's taken her inside," Bill said. "She'll be all right."

For Bill, everything happened way too fast, as though the earth had stopped momentarily and was now spinning a hundred times as fast. Questions began to swim freely in his mind. What on earth were Harry, Ron, and Hermione doing here all of a sudden? Why were Luna and Ollivander and these other people with them? Why was Harry holding a dead house elf? To Bill's utter shock, there was also a goblin lying down on the wet sand. He looked like he was half-conscious, and he kept rolling over from side to side as the water from the sea splashed and slithered against the sand.

"Someone has to bring him inside," Bill said.

"I'll do it," said the young man, who Bill finally recognized as Dean Thomas, Ginny's boyfriend in her fifth year. Dean picked up the goblin with some difficulty and carried him towards the cottage.

"Darling, help Ollivander inside," Bill instructed his wife. Fleur nodded and walked back towards the cottage, leaving him, Harry, and Luna on the beach. Only the violent splashing of the waves and the howling of the wind broke the deadly silence that lingered between the three individuals. Luna got down on her knees and began to gently stroke Harry's back as he shook with anguish.

"We should close his eyes," Luna said in her soft, dreamy voice. "Don't you think?"

The only thing Harry could do was nod through his tears. It prevented him from breaking down. Luna moved her hand and gently shut the elf's eyes closed. "There, now he could be sleeping."

"I want to bury him," Harry finally said, looking at Luna. "Properly, without magic. Has anyone got a spade?"

Bill nodded and began to walk back towards the cottage. "Follow me," he said. Luna patted Harry's back a few more times.

"Let's take him up the hill," Luna said. Harry subconsciously complied and carried Dobby's body up the hill towards the cottage, shaking with each step he took. When Harry reached the top of the hill, he neither looked nor spoke to anyone. Instead, he took the shovel that Bill gave him and began digging spot on the edge of the hill to make a grave for the house elf who had saved his life.

Bill and Fleur walked inside the cottage. They entered the room where Hermione was resting in. She was on the bed, still unconscious as Ron held her hand and repeated over and over again, "it's okay."

They were both horrified. Hermione looked thin, as though she had been tortured. Her face looked bruised and she had a bad cut on her neck. After a minute or two, she opened her eyes.

"R-Ron?" she croaked.

"Hermione!" he said as he leaned in closer and wrapped his arms around her. "Don't worry Hermione, I'm here."

Hermione began to cry softly as she tried to wrap her arms around him. "Ron, d-don't let them do anything to me…p-please, don't let th-them…."

"Shhh, it's okay, shhh, I'm here, and I swear, I won't let anything happen to you ever again….I promise….shhh, it's okay…" he was stroking her hair softly. Luna walked into the room and got on the other side of the bed, holding Hermione's hand. "You're safe now, Hermione" she said. Hermione continued to cry for a few more minutes, taking in Luna's and Ron's words.

Ron then walked up to Bill and hugged him. "Thank Merlin you guys are safe…what happened to you?" Bill asked.

"It's a long story," said Ron, as he hugged Fleur as well.

"Ze elf eez dead," informed Fleur regretfully.

There was solemn silence around the room. Hermione's crying stopped and Ron took two steps back, feeling horrible. Dobby was the reason that Hermione was alive, that they all were alive.

"Harry is digging his grave," said Bill. "We should all go join him."

They all nodded in agreement and Bill and Fleur walked outside, followed by Luna and Dean.

"You should rest here," said Ron.

"N-no," said Hermione. "I want to g-go outside."

"Hermione, you need to rest-"

"I w-want t-to, please," she said. Ron, realizing that it would be difficult for Hermione if he didn't comply, wrapped her in a blanket and helped her walk outside. Ollivander and the goblin, Griphook, remained inside the cottage.

"How's Hermione?" Harry asked when he acknowledged their presence.

"She's doing better," said Ron and Hermione weakly nodded, trying to wipe the tears from her eyes.

They all watched as Harry wrapped the elf snugly in his jacket. Ron sat on the edge and stripped off his shoes and socks, which he placed on the elf's bare feet. Dean produced a woolen hat, which he placed over the elf's head, muffling his batlike ears. Harry placed Dobby's body in the grave. To Harry, it didn't matter where Voldemort was or what he was doing anymore. All that matter was that his friend was dead, and now he wanted to hold a funeral that was just as grand as Dumbledore's had been.

As Harry climbed out of the grave, Luna was the first to speak. "I think we all ought to say something. I'll go first, shall I?"

Everyone looked at her, including Harry. "Thank you so much, Dobby, for rescuing me from that cellar. It's so unfair that you had to die, when you were so good and brave. I'll always remember what you did for us. I hope you're happy now."

Bill wrapped an arm around Fleur and they both smiled weakly, knowing that it was the right thing to say. Luna had pretty much summed it up for all of them. Luna looked at Ron expectantly, who said in a thick voice, "Yeah…thanks, Dobby."

"Thanks," muttered Dean.

"Good-bye, Dobby," said Harry, who sounded like he was choking on his tears. Bill raised his wand and filled Dobby's grave with the earth and soil in a reddish mound. "D'you mind if I stay here a moment?" Harry asked.

Bill would have much rather Harry tell them all what was going on, but he understood that Harry was going through a difficult time at the moment. Bill and the others patted him on the back and walked back inside, leaving Harry to his empty thoughts.

While Harry was alone, he murmured instructions and wrote on Dobby's gravestone: HERE LIES DOBBY, A FREE ELF.

He spent a few more moments, pondering over the dark and light of the situation, pondering over everything that had happened in the last few hours. For him too, everything happened way too fast. And he knew who killed Dobby, Bellatrix Lestrange had yet again taken one more of Harry's loved ones away from the world. His stomach felt like an empty vacuum of space as he got up and slowly walked back towards the cottage. When he looked to his right, he could see a beautiful, dazzling orange sunrise beyond the horizons of the sea. "I'll miss you Dobby," he said to himself.

CHAPTER 2 COMING SOON!