Dobby's POV
I reached both my hands out for harry potter and his friends. They all hang on tightly as we begin to disapparate. Mistress Bellatrix throws her knife that was hurting mistress Hermione, 'we can make it' I think 'I will save Harry Potter and his friends! That knife will cause no more pain' But the knife comes with us, in the suffocating darkness. It is flying round, darting in and out of the many bodies, and it is coming straight towards me.
We arrive at our destination, battered and bruised, but very much alive. Pain courses through my little body as I now realise the knife has stabbed me through the chest. Harry potter helps his friends and checks that they are alright when they look over at me. His head turns, looking at me with those piercing green eyes, so much like the ones that I warned almost five years ago. He runs over to me as I being to collapse, and I collapse in to his strong safe arms. "Harry …. Potter … is my friend…" DOBBY! Don't give up you can live just stay with me DOBBY!" tears are forming in those great green eyes, tears of pain. "Harry…Potter, you are my friend and so is Mistress Hermione and Master Weasley. You will always be my friends… always…" "DOBBY don't die PLEASE!" he turns his head to look back and his friends" Hermione, you've got something right?! Do you?! PLEASE! HELP ME HERMIONE!" she solemnly shakes her head. he turns back to me, tears streaming down his face " Harry …Potter… I... am...Sorry…" my breathing is shallow but I make one more sentence to say my final goodbye" I… am… happy… to... Not…die…alone… Harry …Potter…good bye… harry…potter… and goodbye friends…."
I lie there now; in harry potters arms, as I close my eyes for the last time.