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They Apparated into the beautiful, lonely beach next to Shell Cottage. Ron's eyes flew open, desperately trying to focus as he couldn't see anything. "RON! HERMIONE! LUNA! WE'RE SAFE! WE REALLY ARE!" He heard Harry yelling in the distance. After what felt like an eternity, he recovered from the Apparation and started to identify the bodies that were sprawled around him. As soon as he saw the one body that he had been trying frantically to protect over the last few hours, with clearly no success, his heart stopped dead.

He was looking at an unconscious Hermione, lying in the sand and convulsing from the coldwould've been his first thought if the memory of her screams hadn't been spreading through his mind like painful flashes.

Ron stood up, trembling in fear, and started sprinting in her direction. She looked so fragile, so broken.He held her in a tight embrace as if she were a defenseless child. Tears started to emerge from his eyes. "Hermione. Hermione.Please."

"Ron! Ron! Are you-" Harry's shout cut off as his eyes spotted Hermione's wrecked form. He kneeled down beside him, looking utterly confused on what to do. "Hermione. Stop. It's all right. It really is. Please Hermione, you've been so strong." As he had just started to get worried, a rasping cry came from behind him: "Harry Potter."

"Dob-? DOBBY!" Harry ran and fell to the side of a mortally wounded, bleeding house-elf. The small being wasn't like any other house-elf, not really; he had been the one to save his friends' lives, more than once.

He carefully extracted the dagger embedded in Dobby's stomach, which was causing his torturous pain and dropped it to the sand. Ron kept his eyes on Hermione, as her body was gradually slowing its crazed movements. "That's it 'Mione, you're safe now. You're at Shell Cottage. You're safe. I promise," He rocked her slowly, attempting to keep her conscious as his attention went to Harry.

Harry held Dobby in his arms while the elf's breath came slower with every second. "Dobby. No. Please. I told you not to try to save my life again. I warned you. I never wanted you to- Dobby… thank you. I will never, neverforget what you did for me, for us." Sobs cracked Harry's voice, making it impossible for him to speak. Dobby's smile brightened his entire little face, as his eyes blinked for the last time before whispering:

"Such a beautiful place, to be with friends."

Harry looked at him and gave him a parting smile. "See you, my friend." The elf's last breath left his body, and sobs wracked Harry's body.

Luna approached cautiously and kneeled next to him. "Maybe we should close his eyes," she said with a kind and warm smile of sympathy that instantly calmed the black-haired boy, while she gently slid them down. "There. Now he could be sleeping." The boy looked at her and amazingly enough, he found some hope in her bright blue eyes. Luna had always given him hope at the worst of times and that was exactly why she was still there with them: they needed her as much as she needed them.

Ron looked down again at Hermione. She had stopped convulsing and had opened her eyes to see him. She didn't say anything, just stared at him while tears streamed down her cheeks. He didn't say anything either, only held her tighter against him, rocking her slowly.

"I want to bury him," muttered a watery-eyed Harry. "properly. The muggle way."

Ron nodded. And so did Hermione.