Sensing an opportunity, Ron dived for Hermione, and Harry wrestled the wands from Draco's hands, just as the chandelier smashed against the floor, little pieces scattering everywhere. Recovered from her shock, Bellatrix pointed her wand at Ron, wording the killing curse. Before she could complete it, however, somebody snapped, and Bellatrix's wand shot away again.
'Dobby?' exclaimed Narcissa, incredulous. 'It was you who undid the chandelier!'
'How dare you, you pathetic little elf! You could have killed me!', shrieked Bellatrix.
Dobby shook his head. 'Dobby never meant to kill. Dobby only meant to maim, or, seriously injure'
Dobby grabbed hold of Harry and Ron, who was holding on to Hermione. Harry was holding onto Griphook, the goblin who had lied to save them earlier.
Her lips curled back in a furious snarl, Bellatrix drew a silver knife, hurling it at the house-elf. Just as Dobby disapparated, Hermione's limp hand slipped from Ron's grasp, and she awoke with a gasp. Bellatrix's wand vanished with the house-elf, Harry, Ron and Griphook. Hermione was left in Malfoy Manor, now fully awake again, her eyes widening in fear.
Lucius was sprawled against the couch, still unconcious. Draco was watching from the corner of the room, even paler than usual. Narcissa and Bellatrix started to laugh, Narcissa as she noticed Hermione, Bellatrix as she realised that her silver knife had met its intended target. Hermione crawled backwards on her hands into a corner, wandless and alone.