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" Somehow
we keep
marching on "

Ron watched as Hermione tried unsuccessfully to get out of her bed, even though she had just been laid there about two minutes ago.

"Ron… I… Dobby… Be… There…" said the mumbling girl, as she ineffectively tried once again to work her way out of the sheets, without knowing that they had securely been set so she couldn't do it on her own.

"Hermione, it's alright. Harry and I will do it. Just please stay here and get some rest. I'm begging you," He looked at her with pleading eyes. At last she let go of his hand, which she had been tightly holding –rather painfully squishing- the whole time since they arrived to the house. "Tell… him… Dobby… thank… you." Ron smiled as his eyes glowed; she wasstill the warm heartedHermione after all,even though she had been torn to pieces. He lightly shook his head in displeasure at this last aching thought. "Will do," He said simply before closing the door.

Ron met Harry, Luna and Bill atop the rustic structure's nearest hill. They dug a hole at the top and Harry gently placed the elf, wrapped in a white sheet Fleur had provided them.

"This is a nice place," Ron told Harry calmly. "The place Dobby would've liked to be-" he paused for a second and re-thought his phrase. "A great place for Dobby to be free and… you know, all that."

" I thought so too," said Harry. He remained silent for a few seconds before continuing. "It just makes me angry, you know? I've thought about it a thousand times. I can't let go of it. I wish I could've done something. Anything."

Ron sat next to his friend and watched the morning sun slowly rise in the sky. "I know." He murmured. And he did know.

They just sat there for a while, deciding what to do next and where to go. Since Ron's return, things had been better. Hermione had not been crying all night long –without wanting Harry to notice of course, failing at this attempt- yet she was crankier and more irritated than ever, not to him, luckily,thought Harry; she could be quite scary when she wanted to be.

Bill soon left them to bear their grief on their own, although Luna stayed with them, studying the engraving on Dobby's tomb:

Here lies Dobby,
the free elf.

"It's quite funny, isn't it?" she said, opening her eyes widely.

"What is?" Ron asked, confused and a bit exasperated as well.

"This." She gestured with her hands and pointed to the grave, Shell Cottage and themselves.

"You find this funny? Is this a joke to yo-"

"When I was captured by the Death Eaters," she interrupted Ron serenely "I never expected to come out of that place, I had accepted my death since the moment I stepped into the Mansion."

Ron and Harry glanced at each other discretely.

"It's very funny indeed, how life can surprise you." She stared at the waves coming in and out from the shore before giving the boys a smile. Harry returned it with one of his own. He understood her completely and clearly felt the same way, but Ron just didn't. He simply looked at the pair of them with a puzzled expression, still not entirely appreciating her point of view. To him, life hadn't exactly given him pleasant surprises, as through the years; things had gone from bad to worse. At last he gave up on his foolish irritation and proceeded to stare at the ground instead, drawing circles in the sand with a small piece of driftwood.

Luna stood up calmly. "I'm going down. Don't want the nargles to steal my sleep too, they've had enough with my things already." Harry grinned.

"Wait up Luna, I should go back too, got to check on some… thingsbefore going to bed," he said suspiciously as he started to follow the blonde girl, addressing Ron, "Coming?"

"In a minute," he told Harry, as the last one turned back, nodded and continued going downhill.

He waited until he was alone. "D- Dobby… err, just one last thing and I promise we'll leave you… alone," he smiled at the memory of Hermione, of her voice, telling him what to say... but soon his features darkened, when he remembered the state she was currently in. He leaned closer to the stone and touched it lightly with his right hand. "Hermione says thank you, and I also thank you, for saving her."

A/N: Writing for Luna wasn't easy, clearly she didn't sound as smooth and wise as I wanted her to be. She is definitely one of my favourite characters, so I tried to give her as much justice as my writing skills could give her.
If that was enough.