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Description: This takes place in the Deathly Hallows when Hermione was being tortured. It is shot in the point of view of Draco.
All I could hear was her screams. I didn't want to be in the room, I couldn't take it. I loved Hermione but I would never tell her. Her blood will probably stain the floor; I would never be able to walk in this room again without remembering this horrible memory. I noticed something that will change my view on mudbloods forever. I was always told by my family members, ever since I was a little kid, that we Malfoy's always have to hate mudbloods. Her blood that fell to the floor was a bright red, not the dirty-brown, dark red color my family told me mudbloods had. I began to wonder, besides parents, what was the difference? I may never know. I can hear her say through sobs that she doesn't know anything. I want to be anywhere but here. I want to help her but if I do, if I do… The other Death Eaters are sure to punish me. I just hoped Weasley and/or Potter will find their way out I remembered something, something that could help Potter and Weasley get here faster to help, Dobby. They trusted Dobby and even though he was a free elf, he still worked in the house because he had nowhere else to go and my father wouldn't let him stay unless he worked. I sneaked to the kitchen where Dobby was sure to be. When I got there I saw him stirring my father's soup for dinner. He didn't notice I was in the room so I walked up behind him and held his shoulders. He jumped in surprise and didn't turn to face me. I leaned close to his ear and whispered.
"Dobby, in the cells in the basement is Potter and Weasley, their friend Granger is being tortured in the other room. I need you to help break Potter and Weasley out." I told him in a whisper. He turned and looked at me.
"But I can't, I'm not allowed to leave the kitchen until I'm done." He said. I could see that he wanted to help desperately but was afraid of punishment. I began to think and not long after I came up with something.
"But Dobby, you are a free elf. We don't own you." I said in attempt to get him to help. His eyes lit up. Had he forgotten he was free?
"I will do my best." Dobby said eagerly and aperated out of the room. I started to quickly make my way back to the room Granger was being tortured in, I didn't want to but if I didn't they might think I have feelings for her and kill her, or they might get suspicious otherwise. 5 minutes after I was back in the room, Weasley and Potter came up from the cellar and began to fight. Who knew that one choice, that one choice made, sealed one elf's fate.