A/N: This was done on the request of htbookreader1. Hope you like it!
CRASH!
The chandelier dropped to the ground and shattered to pieces, falling on top of Hermione and the goblin. After making sure her son was safe from further harm, Narcissa Malfoy scanned the room for the culprit. Her eyes landed on her former servant.
'Dobby!' She shrieked, 'you dropped the chandelier?'
The elf entered the room, pointing an accusing finger at his old mistress.
'You must not hurt Harry Potter'.
Dobby was shaking with fear, but he knew he must do what was right, and forget how frightened he was.
A few moments later, Dobby felt Harry's hand squeeze his arm, and he knew it was time to go. He turned; ready to vanish into oblivion, when he felt a pain greater than any he had ever known tear through his chest. He uttered not a sound, for fear of frightening Harry, or worse, sending them to the wrong place. He could not stop his hand from giving a violent spasm, his body reacting to the pain.
Harry let go of his hand and Dobby had to fight to stay upright, he knew now that this was a wound from which he would not recover. He followed Harry's line of sight to the ugly hilt of a knife that was protruding grotesquely from his chest.
He dimly registered Harry shouting something he could not make out. He weakly stretched out his arms, and Harry caught him and laid him gently on the grass. Dobby looked up and whispered the name of his hero. 'Harry…Potter'.
He gave a shudder, hoping with his last thought that wherever he went, there would be lots of pretty, mismatched socks.